14. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Joker
Kissing Ginny is like nothing I’ve felt before. Her lips are full and soft. The curves of her body mold into my hands and against my chest. When she opens for me, my tongue delves into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. Her scent surrounds me. The minty taste of toothpaste explodes as our tongues dance with each other. Nothing about this kiss is hurried or frenzied.
I run my hand up her back, finally twisting my fingers in her hair, holding her head and angling her right where I want her. But Ginny isn’t a weakling, giving up control. No, when she wraps her arms around me and rolls, and I go along for the ride.
On her back, her legs spread and cradling my body, I feel the heat of her pussy against my cloth-covered cock. I can’t help the movements, the friction of the fabric against both of our most sensitive areas causing her to break the kiss and moan.
That moan alone could make me shoot my load, but I’m not going down like that. No fucking way.
I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, only stopping to look at her.
“Is this alright?”
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please.”
My lips are right back on her skin, gently sucking on her neck.
“Joker?”
“Yeah, Beautiful?”
“Take my shirt off?”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
“I’m sure. I want this. You.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m saying yes. Yes, I’m yours. Yes, you’re mine. I don’t want to stop. I don’t need to think about it. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you.”
“I’m not telling you I love you because we’re getting naked. Just know I do, and I’ll tell you later.”
“Me, too.” Her smile lights up my world. “Clothes?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I sit on my knees between her thighs, the sight of her panties turning me on even more. I have a feeling that what’s still hidden—for now at least—could kill me, but only in the best way. I pull up her shirt, leaning over to kiss her belly before helping her raise up enough to get her shirt off. It’s not until she’s laying beneath me again that I realize she removed her bra. Her tits are on full, glorious display. Are they perfect? Maybe not to losers out there, but to me, they abso-fucking-lutely are. Big. Round. Not sitting right under her chin like fake ones. Real.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I ask before leaning over her body and licking one nipple and then the other.
“I think it’s the other way around.” She squirms underneath me.
I pull one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, sucking. Again, she moans, making my cock jump. She’s right. Too many fucking clothes. When I’m happy with the job on one, I move to the other side of her chest, gently nipping, making her almost come off the bed, only my body weight holding her down.
“You taste so good,” I mumble into her skin as I travel farther down her body.
When I get to the top of her panties, I take them in my teeth and pull. When she raises her hips to help, I momentarily roll to her side and slide them down her legs. As soon as the offending material is gone, I give myself a few seconds to really take her in. The curve of her belly to her hips, the dip to her pussy covered in neatly trimmed curls. That’s my destination.
But first, another kiss. This one has no hesitation. Our mouths immediately open to one another, and her hands roam my back, her nails gently raking over my skin. Her body is rocking against mine, trying to find friction to relieve her need.
“I’m going to devour you,” I whisper in her ear before I slowly make my way down her body again.
“What?” she asks, panic in her voice. “No. You don’t have to do that.”
“Oh, Beautiful. That’s where you’re wrong. I do need to do that. With an urgency I’ve never felt before. I want you to explode on my tongue, yelling out my name.”
“I don’t…” She hesitates. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can. And you will. Promise.”
I look at her, waiting for permission to continue, and after what feels like forever, she nods, her eyes never leaving mine as I kiss and lick my way down to the apex of her thighs. I feel her trying to clamp her legs closed around me, and I pause again.
“What do you want?” I ask, still maintaining eye contact.
“I’ve only ever had one…I’m afraid you won’t like it? That I’ll gross you out.”
I sit up quickly, but my hands remain on her thighs, my thumbs rubbing circles on her skin. I can’t not touch her.
“Beautiful, I can smell your arousal. And it’s the most heavenly scent I’ve ever had the pleasure of being near. My mouth is watering at just the thought of tasting you. Feasting on you.”
I move one hand over to her pussy and run my finger through her slit, raising it for both of us to see her desire coating my finger. I maintain eye contact as I place it in my mouth and groan at her flavor on my tongue. Sweet, just like her, with a spice I’m now addicted to for life.
“Delicious,” I groan again. “Please don’t deny me more of this.”
“If you’re sure…”
I waste no time situating myself in between her legs and the first lick has me questioning everything I’ve ever known in my life. She’s soaked, her desire filling my mouth. I need more. I cup her ass, lifting her to my mouth. I flick her clit and I feel her whole body shake. She weaves her fingers through my hair, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to pull me closer or push me away, but I’m lost.
One arm snakes around her thigh, my palm resting on her lower belly, holding me to her. Grounding me. With the other hand, I spread her lips wide for me. I put her clit between my lips and suck until she’s panting, moaning my name. When I think she’s close, I push a finger inside her, her inner walls sucking me in, pulsating around the digit.
“Joker,” she pants. “I’m going to…I’m…yessss…”
I hum into her folds, adding a second finger and crooking them to rub on her inner wall while I flick her clit at a speed I didn’t know I possessed. I raise my eyes to look up her body and at her face, which is twisted in some sort of agony mixed with pure ecstasy.
“Harrison,” she cries out, her body seizing up.
I replace my mouth on her clit with my thumb and pull my fingers out, fucking her through her orgasm with my tongue. I continue until her cries of pleasure turn to whimpers. Only then do I ease my oral assault. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her chest heaving as she tries to find her breath. Her fingers still pull at my hair, like she can’t let go.
I kiss her inner thigh, taking my own pleasure in my handiwork. Her pussy is a pretty pink, glistening with her release and my saliva. I lick my lips before wiping my face on my arm and pulling away.
“You know we aren’t done, Beautiful.”
“It’s your turn.” She smiles, her eyes still closed.
“Yes. And yours again.”
Her face scrunches up. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to get you off with my cock now.”
“But, don’t you want, well, a BJ or something first?”
“Not right now. If your mouth gets anywhere near my dick, I’m going to shoot off and I can’t do that. Not when your perfect pussy is right here, wet and ready.”
I swear her whole body blushes.
“You can still say stop. You’re the one who’s really in charge here, Beautiful.”
“I don’t want to stop.” She says the words, but the look on her face says something different.
“What’s wrong? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“What? No. I…don’t want you to be disappointed. I swear I’ll suck it if—”
“Virginia. I swear to you on everything I love and own in this world that there’s no fucking way you’re going to disappoint me. And anyone who’s told you that before lied through their fucking teeth.”
She opens her eyes, a tear running down the side of her face. I wipe it away and settle myself over her, holding myself up.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Yes. I have no doubts that making love to you will be life changing. Because it already has been.”
Holding eye contact, Ginny reaches between us and grips my cock in her soft hand, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with her entrance and lifting her hips. Like I’m possessed, that bold move and the heat radiating out of her core pull me into her like a gravitational pull.
“Oh, God, Ginny. You feel so good.”
I start with small thrusts until all of me is inside of her, lifting her legs and opening her up to slip that last bit in. I feel her walls rippling around my cock. I’ve never felt anything like this. And then I realize why.
“Fuck. Gin. Condom. I need to get a condom.”
“I’m clean. Tested the week we came back from the cabin. And can’t get pregnant. I trust you.”
Those three words mean more to me than I could ever properly convey, but I kiss her with all my feelings while my hips start to move. She feels too good, too perfect. She wraps her arms around my back and pulls me to her, my hands framing her face.
“So good,” I growl, trying to keep myself under control. “Want you to come for me.”
I kiss her again, my tongue mimicking my dick, both thrusting in unison.
And then I feel it. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and her breath hitches. She pulls back from the kiss, burying her head into the crook of my neck, biting down as her second orgasm overtakes her. Her pussy is milking me, and the tingle starts in my spine. I know my time is soon, and I give over to the feeling. My thrusts become sloppy, but I manage to change my position just enough to give her more pleasure.
“Harrison!” she shouts, and I feel her release again, soaking me.
It’s all over then, and I pump my own release inside her. Only when every drop has been given, do I fall to the side, pulling her with me, my mouth consuming hers.
We break apart when it’s either pass out or take a breath, and not a second before. “What was that?” she asks me, her eyes wide open.
“Other than the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had in my life?”
She smiles, but it’s a shy one. “No. What did you do to me right before you, you know.”
“You mean when you squirted?”
“Oh, God. Is that what happened?”
“Has that never happened to you before?”
She’s shaking her head before I even finish the question.
“Welcome to a whole new world, Beautiful.” I smile. “We need to move. Time to clean up. We have plans.”
“Plans?” she pouts, trying to keep hold of me.
“I’m taking you on a date.”
“Can we have five more minutes of this first?”
There is no way in hell I could ever turn down that look. She’s asking for what she wants, and it’s my fucking job to give it to her.
“Five minutes,” I agree, pulling her into my arms.
She softly kisses me before resting her head on my shoulder and running her fingers lightly over my chest.
“Tell me about your tattoos?” she quietly asks.
“What do you want to know?”
“Did you select them for personal reasons or just like the art?”
“All of them are personal to me. They all represent the important people in my life.”
“Tell me?”
I grin and point out the ones she can see on my chest and right arm. “This one,” I point to my left pec, “is for my mom, Annie. These,” I point to my right peck, “are for the guys I served with.”
“That one?” She points to my right bicep.
“Davis and Trish.” It’s a beer tap, pouring beer, a book made to be the handle.
“Where are Tiny and Lottie?” she grins, accepting that these people are my family.
I point to my forearm, “The wolf and the bear.”
“Ranger? Do you have one for Elle yet?”
“This one.” I sit up and point to my left bicep. It’s a tattoo gun inking a paint palette on my skin. “And this one is for you.” I sit up even more and show her my back. Starting on my left shoulder are the scroll and pegs of a cello, the neck and body of it covering almost the entirety of my back.
“Harrison,” she whimpers.
“It’s my favorite, and some of Ranger’s best work,” I reply, pulling her back into my arms and holding her tight.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. I told you, the people who mean the most to me are forever etched on my skin and in my heart.”
She kisses me, tears slipping down her cheek, and I can feel her love. I also know if we don’t get a move on right now, I’m going to lose myself in her again and we’ll be late.
“Our five minutes is up,” I quietly say against her lips. “We need to get ready.”
The pout on her lips when we end the kiss is priceless. But, I don’t give her a chance to deny me this one. I hop up from the bed and pull her up, holding her hand as I walk across the hall into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I pull two towels out from under the sink and test the water, and help her step in with me when it’s not freezing cold.
“We’re really going on a date?”
“Yes, ma’am. A date. Today. I have big plans for us.” I kiss her softly under the spray of water, pulling back to remind her. “You said you understood. Me? You? We are an us now. And I want the entire fucking world to know.”