Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
JOSH
“Make love to me.”
Molly’s whisper sends a hot bolt of desire straight to my cock.
I want to be the bigger man. I want to double-check, ask her if she’s sure, if this is what she really wants. I want to give her that chance to pull back, to think it through.
But fuck being the bigger man. Right now, all I want is to be the biggest, and best, cock she’s ever had.
“Clothes off.” The words come out as a growl, low and rough, barely making it past my gritted teeth.
I’m not an animal. If she says no, I’ll stop.
If she hesitates, I’ll pull back. But she’s not hesitating.
She’s looking at me like she wants to devour me.
She said she wanted this. She said she wanted me.
“But the—”
“No.” I cut her off, my voice sharp, my restraint hanging by a thread. I can’t wait the thirty seconds it would take to get to a bed. I need her now. “Get those clothes off.”
For a split second, I worry that I’ve pushed too far, that I’ve scared her. But then her eyes darken, her pupils dilating with desire. Her nipples peak, pressing against the fabric of her dress, and I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. It makes me hungry for more.
She pulls the dress over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in nothing but her bikini top and bottoms. One of the things I love most about Molly is the way she owns her body—soft, curvy, and utterly irresistible.
“The top,” I manage, my voice strained.
Her hands move to the tie at the back of her neck, her lips curving into a sly grin. “You sure?”
I make a sound deep in my throat, fists clenching at my sides as I fight to stay in place. “Do it.”
She tugs at the string, undoing the knot at her neck before reaching behind her to untie the back. The cups fall free, and she tosses the top aside, her full, gorgeous breasts bouncing into view.
“Well?” she teases, hands on her hips, but I catch the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes—quick, but not quick enough to miss.
“Perfect,” I murmur just before surging forward, my hands immediately cupping her breasts as my thumbs brush over her hardened nipples. “Bottoms.”
Her hands move to her hips, but I don’t stop. My head drops, my mouth replacing my left hand, sucking and teasing her nipple until she lets out a soft moan. She presses my head harder against her, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Uh-uh,” I murmur against her skin, pulling back just enough to make her whimper. “Bottoms, Pahe.”
Her free hand moves back to her hip, and when I’m sure she’s sliding them down, I return to her breast, nipping and sucking, drawing deep, needy moans from her.
“Josh,” she groans, arching toward me, her voice breathy and desperate. “Baby….”
Her bikini bottoms drop to the floor, and I help her step out of them before guiding her back toward the couch. Her knees hit the edge, and she sinks down, her skin flushed and inviting.
I fall to my knees in front of her, my hands pushing her thighs apart, exposing her, my mouth pressing kisses up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Wait, you don’t have to—” she starts, her words cutting off in a gasp when my tongue flicks against her clit.
“Oh God.”
I grin against her skin, diving in, devouring her like a man starving. I tease her, flicking and circling, pushing her to the edge before pulling her back, over and over, until she’s writhing, chanting my name, and grinding against my face in search of her release.
When she finally comes, her legs clamp around my head, her body trembling, her cries filling the room. I keep going, drawing the orgasm out until she’s panting and weak beneath me.
I pull back, watching her as she slowly comes back to herself. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling, her lips swollen from earlier kisses. My cock throbs, straining against the waistband of my board shorts, reminding me I’m still fully dressed.
Time to fix that.
I yank off my shirt, tossing it aside. Molly’s eyes follow my movements, her gaze half-lidded, her lips parting slightly.
“You gonna take these off now?” she asks, her voice low and teasing as she trails her toes along the waistband of my shorts. “’Cause I’m really interested to see what you’re packing.”
I grin, hooking my thumbs under the waistband and lowering them slowly, watching as her eyes widen with every inch. When my cock finally springs free, I grip it in one hand, stroking lazily as I watch her take me in.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice rough as my thumb brushes over the tip.
“God, yes,” she breathes, her legs falling open just a little more. “Condom?”
“Fuck.” I push to my feet, muttering, “Stay there. Be right back.”
I sprint through the house, heading for my wallet on the entry table. I grab it, spinning around, but freeze when I see her.
Molly is sprawled out on the couch, one hand between her legs, her fingers teasing her clit. The other hand drapes over her head, and when she sees me, she raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
“Find one?” she asks, her voice breathy as her fingers roll over her pretty pink pussy.
My answer is the sound of foil tearing. I roll the condom on quickly, my eyes locked on her the entire time. She doesn’t stop touching herself, her breath catching every time she hits a sensitive spot.
Fuck me.
I drop to my knees, covering her body with mine. Our mouths collide, tongues tangling, hot and desperate as we lose ourselves in each other.
“You ready for me, Pahe?” I whisper, her whimpers driving me wild.
“Yes.”
I press into her slowly, both of us groaning at the delicious stretch. She’s tight, hot, and so ready, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to lose myself right there.
“Fuck, oeh’ sahoehuke,” I murmur, my voice rough and full of need.
“More,” she demands, her voice breathy yet firm.
Fuck, this girl.
I pull back just enough, looping one arm under her right leg, then the left, pushing them both up and to the side. My grin widens at her wide-eyed expression, her lips parting in surprise.
“Okay?” I ask, shifting until the head of my cock presses right at her entrance.
“Umm, yes?” She twists slightly, her toes wiggling, and then she quirks a brow. “Do you have a feet fetish?”
“No.” I let out a low chuckle, unable to stop myself from leaning down and pressing a kiss to the freckles scattered across her thigh. She shivers, and I grin. “But I’ve been dreaming of doing this.”
“Okay, sure. No further questions,” she murmurs, eyelids fluttering shut as her head falls back against the couch.
“Ready, Pahe?”
“Yes.”
I thrust, slow but deep, the new angle making us both gasp. Her tightness wraps around me, the heat and friction sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
Beautiful. Perfect.
I settle into a slow rhythm, gritting my teeth as she clenches around me, her body responding to every movement.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunt, my voice raw, teasing us both with the deliberate pace.
“Josh, please… Josh….”
Her voice breaks, pleading, and I drop a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. I circle it once, twice, three times—
Molly groans, her body tightening, and then she shatters beneath me. Her orgasm hits hard, her walls clenching around me as her cries fill the room.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, fighting to keep control, to draw this out just a little longer.
I keep my pace steady, each glide slow but intense, drawing out her pleasure, letting her ride the high. Once more, twice, three—
“Molly,” I grunt, her name spilling from my lips as I finally let myself go, emptying into her, my body tense as the pleasure crashes over me.
We slow together, panting in the aftermath, our bodies still tangled, her legs draped over my arms.
“Wow,” she whispers, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “I mean—”
“Yooo-hooo!”
We freeze.
Eyes locked in mutual horror as the voice grows closer.
“Josh? Molly? Are you—”
Behind us, the door rattles, someone turning the knob.
“Stop!”
“Don’t!”
I glance over my shoulder just as the door swings open, and there she is—Bess, my fucking sister-in-law-to-be, standing in the doorway, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Oh.” Her voice is small, her gaze darting between us. “Josh…?”
“Ahlemna, get out,” I bark, twisting to block Molly from view, my body shielding hers.
“Oh my god! Sorry!” she stammers, spinning around but not leaving. “Wait, where’s Molly?”
Under me, Molly squirms, freeing a hand. She lifts it in the air, waving lazily over my shoulder.
“Hey, Bess.”