Chapter Thirty-Five
Hollie
I walk right over to AJ and straddle him, settling into his lap. I can feel he’s already hard for me, but the moment I gently move my hips, his erection blooms fully into life. I push my hair behind my ears and achingly slowly, lower my mouth to his.
It’s the kind of kiss that takes me back to the closet, and to Amber Bradshaw’s party. The kind of kiss where the rest of the world melts away, and I almost forget my own name.
‘Welcome home,’ I whisper against his mouth as he groans against me.
‘Thank you, baby,’ he says.
It’s some moments before I raise my head again. ‘I have a surprise for you,’ I say.
‘You do? What is it?’
I draw back. ‘It kind of requires you to be in the bedroom.’
AJ lets out a satisfied hum. It takes some minutes for us to transfer him from the couch to the bed via a medical center-issued wheelchair with an elevated leg board attached to it, supporting his entire cast.
‘Wait here,’ I tell him, once we’ve got him sat up in bed, propped up by pillows, the blinds on the windows pulled fully down. ‘I just need a few minutes.’
‘It’s not like I can go anywhere anyways,’ AJ says, biting back a laugh.
‘This is true,’ I reply. ‘Then close your eyes a minute.’
AJ reaches for his T-shirt and lifts it over his head, discarding it.
He then crosses his arms over his chest and does as he’s instructed.
I stop a minute to take in the sight, fully appreciating the sight of his biceps, his rock-hard abs and the contours of his chest. Liquid heat throbs between my thighs.
I grab a bag from the floor and go inside the ensuite.
‘Are your eyes still closed?’ I shout from inside the bathroom when I’m almost done.
‘They are,’ he shouts back.
I open the door and poke my head around it just to be sure. Then I slide out, back into the bedroom.
I didn’t know that the act of putting on sexy lingerie would get me so worked up, but wearing it is doing wonders for my confidence, and I vow to go back to the store to buy a few more sets.
When I told the sales assistant my boyfriend rides a motorcycle, she gave me a wink and offered to give me some recommendations.
In the end I picked out a black lace push-up bra with a lacy thong that barely covers a thing, or maybe that’s the point. But there’s something else I’m wearing on top. I position myself beside the bathroom doorframe, the light from inside giving my skin a golden glow.
‘Okay, you can open your eyes now,’ I tell him.
His eyes drift open. For a moment, they travel the length of my body, his expression swiftly turning dusky, his eyelids a touch hooded.
His upper lip twitches. ‘Is that my jacket?’
Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I nod my head. ‘It is.’
He exhales shakily. ‘I thought it was lost in the fire.’
‘Lester saw you throw it, right before you jumped. He stopped by the other day to return it.’ I stroke the soft leather. ‘It’s undamaged.’
‘Come closer,’ he says in a low tone.
I do as I’m asked, but still out of AJ’s reach.
‘You look so beautiful wearing my jacket,’ he says.
‘Do you want me to take it off?’
He keeps his gaze on mine. ‘No,’ he says. ‘Keep it on. The whole time.’
I bite my lip.
‘I’ve been thinking about this a lot,’ he says. ‘Our first night together after I got out.’
‘Oh? What did you think about?’
‘Baby, just thinking about it is why my balls are blue. But, seriously… I can’t move. All I can do is lie here. So, that means…’
I edge closer to him. He reaches for my hand.
‘I figure, first, you’re gonna have to ride my face. Then you’re gonna have to ride me.’
I perch on the edge of the bed and allow his gaze to continue its appreciation of my body.
I lean over toward him, giving him a close-up view of my cleavage. ‘Will I need a license for that?’ I whisper.
‘No, honey,’ he replies with a slight smile. ‘You just need to know how to ride.’
‘Well, you’d better lie down then.’
He does as he’s told and shuffles down the sheets until he’s lying flat. I go to remove my thong.
AJ stops my hand. ‘Keep it on,’ he says.
My heart thrums in my chest. I’ve never done this before. I climb on the bed, moving myself into position, until I’m hovering over him, his head right between my legs. I hear his low hum of approval.
‘That’s it, baby,’ he says as I grip the headboard. ‘Lower yourself down. Let me taste you.’
I widen my knees as I feel his finger hook inside the lace of the thong and move it to one side. I know I’m already soaked.
When his tongue licks the length of my seam, I tense. ‘Good and wet for me,’ he murmurs. ‘God, I’ve dreamed about this. Every night in that place.’
My nerves melt away as his tongue gets to work, dipping inside me, taking a leisurely tour of my pussy.
My moans grow louder when he reaches my clit, swirling his tongue over the tight bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking over me in a pulsating rhythm that sends sparks up my thighs from my core.
Every now and then, he downshifts, prolonging my pleasure.
Barely a few months ago, I would have been too shy to do this. Even the idea of it would have been completely mortifying. Riding a man’s face while I kneel upright over him.
For a while, when AJ was at the medical center, I was going to bed and missing him, thinking of him always, until the throb between my legs needed satisfying.
For the last week, I’ve held back. Falling asleep with that familiar, aching throb, because I knew this night was coming.
‘Mmm, baby, slow down, I’m close,’ I say, gripping the board even tighter and sucking air through my teeth. ‘I want it to last.’
He does as I ask, his tongue moving away from my clit, slipping inside me again. I groan and so does he, the low, appreciative sound vibrating through my thighs. And I know I’m not going to last.
At the same time, AJ’s fingers move from my waist, sliding upwards to my breasts, finding my nipples and circling them through the black lace, pressing into me. The friction only lifts me higher.
‘AJ…’ I whisper, feeling the molten heat between my legs.
Instinctively, his tongue shifts back to my clit. I feel my body begin to quake as a tsunami of pleasure rolls through me, nudging me closer to a climax.
When he increases the intensity, just by a fraction, I cry out. I squeeze my eyes tighter as I’m swept up in the sensations, my release building low in my core.
‘AJ,’ I say again, but it emerges as a whimper.
And then I’m there, and it’s too good, black spots clouding my vision, the fireworks beginning to explode. The tremors begin, and I peak.
AJ holds tightly onto me as I come, my wanton cries filling our brand-new bedroom, and I’m held in a state of suspension, my toes curling as pleasure waves crash and pulse over me.
It’s a climax that goes on and on. AJ doesn’t stop, keeping up the pressure, and even when I think I’m coming down, he alters his rhythm, keeping me hovering in a state of bliss.
‘Oh… god,’ I choke out when my body comes down, my chest rising and falling as I recover. I almost laugh at how ridiculously good that felt. ‘Oh my god.’
I move myself back. AJ subtly wipes his mouth.
Looking down, I see him wince.
‘Baby, I need you already… else I’m gonna…’
I keep looking down at him. I nod in understanding. I shift back a little further, helping him with his underwear, then reach for his shaft. He feels huge, his balls heavy and swollen.
‘I got you,’ I whisper, rising up to remove my lacy thong before lowering myself back down.
I grip his length, guiding him inside me, careful with him, taking him all the way to the hilt.
The size of him almost makes my eyes water, but the sensation of him stretching me almost tips me over the edge again.
Then I rock back, just once, one knee bumping against his cast, and I know from the taut expression on his face that he can’t hold on.
I barely even need to move, because, in under five seconds, with a low cry, his face contorts.
I feel his length pulse as he spills his warmth into me.
The sound when he comes is one of pleasure, but also serious relief.
I don’t move. He’s lying there, breathing hard, like the physical exertion has wiped him out. He covers his face with one hand. ‘I’m sorry,’ he manages. ‘I kinda figured that might happen.’
I bite my lip, secretly pleased that I had him so turned on. ‘It’s okay,’ I say lightly. ‘It’s what you needed.’
I go to move, but AJ reaches for my waist, anchoring me in place.
‘Stay, stay. Don’t move. I just need a minute,’ he says.
I stay where I am, and I wait, pleasantly surprised a moment later to feel the sensation of him stiffening and swelling inside me once more, until I’m full of him.
‘Oh,’ I say. ‘Oh… that feels…’
‘Go slow,’ he says, his gaze burning into mine, his hands encouraging me to move. ‘I wanna watch you slow fuck me, wearing my jacket.’
‘AJ,’ I murmur, my hips rocking against him, doing as I’m asked. I love this. I love what this is doing to him.
‘This is what I dreamed of,’ he says. ‘Every night in that place, going to sleep thinking of you like this. Riding the fuck out of me. I missed you so much.’
‘I’m here now,’ I whisper, soothing him, dragging my fingers down his chest. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I promise.’
‘Just you and me,’ he says, and his eyes are closed again, and I can tell that he’s close. I reach behind me and cup his balls in my hand. His head tilts back as I do so. They still feel heavy and full.
‘I love you,’ he groans. ‘I love you wearing my jacket while I’m inside you. Shit, Hollie, you feel so good.’
I tilt my hips forward, taking him deeper, our bodies sliding together, then move my fingers against his balls, my fingertips dancing against the delicate skin.
Riding him, he’s hitting all the right spots. The pleasure creeps up on me, filling me with a desperate need for another release. AJ reaches up, brushing his thumb against my clit.
I moan, so hot I have to take his jacket off, then ride him with wilful abandon, because I know I left my inhibitions back in my old apartment.
I love the power I have over him right now. I’m no dirty talker, but I love how riding him makes me feel liberated yet safe, loved and so wholly desired by the only man in the world I’ve ever really cared about.
‘You gonna come again for me?’ I ask, my tone low, my voice filled with desire for him coursing through my chest.
His eyes flicker open, and I know that he loves me talking to him this way. Once more, I increase my speed of my hips, back and forth, grinding into him as we slide together.
‘Holy shit, yes, baby. Gonna come. Gonna come now. Fuck.’
I feel him tighten up, his lips parted, expression concentrated as he breaks apart, his eyes squeezed shut.
His head lifts from the pillow as, inside me, he swells and spills into me for a second time tonight, savage noises emerging from his lips.
At the same time, I replace his thumb with my fingers against my clit, moving in swift circles, feeling the waves begin right at the base of where we’re joined, and I’m coming and coming, professing the depths of my love for him, the words tumbling from my lips in a tremored whimper.
When it’s over, we drift slowly back to reality, the pair of us breathless.
‘That’s never happened to me before,’ AJ laughs softly, almost in disbelief. ‘I mean twice… in quick succession.’
I lift myself off him, lower myself down, curling into him, my left leg draped over his heavy cast. He helps me remove my bra, then puts his arms around me, so we’re fully naked, warm skin to warm skin.
I press kisses to his cheek, trailing my tongue around the curve of his ear lobe, along his prickly jawline and down the column of his neck.
He hums. ‘All that time at the medical center,’ I say softly. ‘You needed it.’
‘I needed you,’ he corrects me, his arms squeezing me tighter. ‘That’s all I needed.’
‘And now you have me, I don’t plan on going anywhere.’
We kiss. He hums contentedly again.
Then we lie there in silence for a moment, eyes to the ceiling, soaking up the moment. Us in our apartment. AJ strokes my back. We’re not going to get much sleep tonight.
‘I could get used to this,’ he says. ‘Waking up every day like this with you… in our place.’
‘You know what my favorite part about it is? Apart from you in this bed with me, of course.’
He frowns. ‘What?’
I walk two fingers from his belly button, all the way up his bare chest. I’ll never forget his room above Scotch & Smoke, and the nights that we spent there together, but, apart from a kitchen, there was something else missing from that musty attic room.
‘The air-conditioning unit,’ I say and AJ’s shoulders shake with laughter.