Chapter 14
Unsure what caused her to instigate him, Layne didn’t have long before he reacted. Joey’s hands dropped their hold on her wrists and pulled her face to his. His lips crashed against her mouth with a blazing kiss filled with pent-up emotions.
As she released a small gasp, his tongue took advantage and slid into her mouth to devour her taste. The electricity between them felt incredibly familiar, but now there was an edge of something else in how he touched her, tasted her, and held her.
She couldn’t tell who was breathing the air out of whose lungs as they stood there on the roof of the empty parking garage.
Each movement he made prompted a chain reaction of sensations throughout her body. His hands roamed down over the front of her dress making a momentary stop as they settled over her breasts. The palms of his hands aggressively kneaded each of the supple swells on her chest. She leaned her body into him, encouraging him to continue.
Joey’s lips broke away from hers. “I told you once before, I always fight for what’s mine. I lied. I will bring the fires of hell earthside if it means keeping you in my arms.” His eyes lit up with an inferno of need for the woman standing before him.
He dropped his hands down to her waist and guided her backward. When she felt the front bumper of his car against the back of her legs, he picked her up and laid her down on the hood. The metal pressed against her bare back was still warm from the engine underneath.
Still craving more of him, she grinned. “Do you really think hellfire is going to keep me here with you?”
His eyes assessed what was laid out in front of him. Joey took one of her feet and ran his hands down the length of her leg slowly. The slit of the dress fell away up until its stopping point a couple of inches above her knee. “I don’t know, Layney, but I’m going to find out.”
Grasping a hem on each side of the slit, he yanked in one forceful motion to tear the fabric further up until it ripped all the way up to her hip.
It took Layne by surprise and she should have been angry about how he just ruined a dress that had cost a small fortune. Yet, all she could think of was how she had wished he had torn it right in two.
With the night air whispering over the freshly exposed skin of her thigh, her black sheath containing her blade was revealed on her upper thigh. Joey immediately took notice and gave a playful smirk. “Look what we have here.”
“A girl has to be prepared for anything. You never know when a man in a mask might show up.” She smirked right back at him.
His hand unsnapped the knife, removing it from its holding place. Expertly, he twirled it in his hand while examining it, the look on his face made it obvious he had more than just thoughts of admiration for her weapon.
Joey dragged the tip of the blade along the inside of her thigh, letting the sharp edge threaten to split her flesh with any wrong turn or too much pressure.
She held her breath as she watched the steel tip hover over her femoral artery before continuing to move further north. Carefully, he hooked the knife underneath the thin garment that was a poor excuse for panties. With one upward motion, her underwear was sliced at the perfect junctures to fall away from her body.
While he licked his lips in anticipation of what was laid out before him, Joey tossed the blade to the side, it clattered as it hit the concrete.
“Joey,” she began to warn, “this—us, can’t?—”
He leaned over, his hands pressed against the hood on either side of her as he slid a hand up over her throat. He gripped it firmly without depriving her of anything as he stared down into her eyes. “I need you to stop thinking so much, Layney.”
She lost her train of thought as his face hovered above hers, leaving her lips parted around stubborn words that never made it out.
His hand fell from her throat and buried into her hair along the back of her head, he pulled her head up so that she could meet him halfway. Their kiss connected and exploded like a busted dam of emotions. The more she tasted him, the less she cared about anything or anyone else in the world.
His free hand rubbed down over her side until it found the exposed flesh of her hip. Layne moved her hips in an effort to motivate his hand to move exactly where she needed it most.
Her hand grabbed the tail of his tie, pulling on it to keep him there hovering over top of her as she deepened the kiss further into an abyss of passion. Their tongues danced with one another, reacquainting themselves with each other’s sinful tastes.
Breaking the connection of their mouths briefly, Joey nibbled on her bottom lip. “Tell me this is what you want.” His finger teasingly grazed along her slit, purposely avoiding her aching clit.
Moaning quietly, feeling his touch so close to the small bundle of nerves between her legs, she tried to capture his lips again only this time his grasp on her hair prevented her from closing the distance.
Joey knowingly smirked. “Tell me.”
Her eyes gazed up at him, already feeling breathless with need and desperation. “I want all of this. I’ve always wanted all of you.”
“There’s my good girl that I’ve missed so much.” He took her mouth against his again while his finger stroked over her sensitive arousal, rewarding her with a jolt of pleasure.
Her moan got lost against his mouth as her hips drove against his touch. Layne’s hands furiously worked to loosen his tie entirely to get to the remaining buttons of his shirt and the corresponding vest. With each button coming undone, Joey’s fingers worked over her sex more fervently making her concentration on the menial task increasingly more difficult.
By the time she released the last button, it caused his shirt to fall open to expose the rippling muscles of his chest, which had collected several more tattoos since she had seen it last. It was difficult to make out the designs in the dark of the night, but the one that stood out the most was a shamrock drenched in blood located directly over his heart.
Layne’s mind wandered with questions as her fingertips delicately drifted over the red and green that stood out on his pec.
Before she could expend any more thoughts on his additional ink, three fingers were shoved deeply inside of her. Her hands latched onto his open shirt, scrunching up the fabric in her fists. A sound of straight pleasure was ripped out of her mouth and swallowed up by the stars themselves.
Joey’s fingers curled up to massage over the particular spot deep inside of her each time he thrust his digits into her body. Her hips bucked against his hand while his thumb continued to circle over her throbbing clit.
The promise of release was descending on her, but before she could get a taste of it, he withdrew his hand from between her thighs.
“No, no, no. I was so close.” She groaned in frustration the moment her orgasm began to settle back down into her lower stomach.
He pulled back and the sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard now that he wasn’t coaxing moans out of her. Joey grinned. “I know, but I need my cock to feel how hard you’re going to come for me.”
Reaching into his boxer briefs, he pulled out his hard length. His chocolate-colored eyes were filled with raw desire as he saw her on the hood of his car, soaking wet with need. His tatted-up fist wrapped around his cock and stroked himself twice while enjoying the sight of her laid out before him ready for the taking.
Lowering himself down on top of her, he taunted her with the tip of his hardness pressing against her swollen clit. Kissing her a little more gently this time, he ran his thumb down over her bottom lip.
“Are you going to run away from me this time, Layney? Or, are you going to finally open yourself up to me?” Joey’s voice was as soft as that kiss he had just laid on her.
She shook her head. “You know it’s not that easy.”
Sternly, he responded. “I asked a question.” He rubbed his length against her, prompting her hips to press against him with a deep yearning and the sound of her whimper.
Trying to keep her thoughts straight was proving to be quite the challenge as he distracted her even more so with his mouth nibbling along her throat one possessive nip at a time.
“I can feel how wet your pussy is against my dick, how much you want me inside of you. How much it wants me back where I belong.” His tongue teasingly licked along the hollow of her throat near her collarbone.
Layne’s back arched slightly pressing up against him as the warmth of his mouth worshiped her skin. She gave him the answer they both needed to hear. “I won’t run from you.”
A spark lit up in his eyes. “Damn right you won’t. After I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky to walk.” He rammed himself fully inside of her, unleashing any final bit of restraint he had been clinging onto.
Her body jolted against the hard metal of the Challenger’s hood underneath her as a moan came straight from the depths of her center and was swallowed up by the night sky. The vehicle’s suspension shifted with each shove of himself into her body.
Layne’s fingers dug into his back as the ecstasy she had been pining for since he had been gone was now coming to her full force.
Clear as the evening sky, Joey had been craving this as much as she had. His breaths ran hard as her inner walls wrapped around his shaft, welcoming him deep inside of her.
As she locked her legs around his waist, the skirt of her dress fell away from her lower half, draping against the front of the car. Her body trembled against him, her mouth dragging kisses anywhere she could plant them between her pleasure-laden moans.
“Joey! You’re going to—I’m going to—” Layne cried out as the swelling tidal wave began to break its crest.
“That’s it, fuckin’ come for me, Layney. I want your pussy to fuckin’ welcome my dick back home.” Pumping his thickness even harder into her, repeatedly hitting the sweet spot relentlessly, her words had only incited him to continue the deliciously sinful assault between her thighs.
New stars came into her vision aside from the ones speckling the blanket of the universe above them. Her release overcame her and spilled onto him, threatening to send her to a blissful existence not on this planet.
He clenched his teeth as his own body began to shudder, feeling Layne’s tightness squeeze around him even tighter. Joey’s movements began to grow less and less controlled before he groaned out in a feral roar as he gave one final shove of his cock into her as far as he could get. His peak was reached as he spilled himself deep into her body with several spasms of his cock.
Collapsing down on top of her, he laid his head against her chest, hearing both his own heartbeat pounding away inside of him alongside Layne’s pulsing heart against his stubbled cheek.
As her body began to relax from the height of her climax, he lifted his head to stare at her lazily. “You still with me?”
Layne nodded with a smile feeling nearly cross-eyed from the intensity of the orgasm. “Mmhmm, barely, but I’m here.”
He smirked. “Such a good girl for me.” His hand ran over the side of her face affectionately.
The cool breeze on the parking garage rooftop should have sent a chill through her body, but all she could feel was the heat and passion still burning in her veins.
Layne knew it had been far too long since he had been gone, and now that he was back, she wasn’t sure she had the strength in her to ever set him free again. Consequences be damned.