Chapter 20 #3
I smacked her bare ass before she could finish, watching in fascination as her fair skin bloomed pink in a perfect handprint. My handprint. Wanting the other side to match, I smacked her other cheek this time, her groan filling the air around us.
“Fuck, seeing my handprint on your ass drives me fucking crazy.” I grabbed my dick and squeezed tight.
At this rate, I wouldn’t last two seconds inside her.
“Are you sure you want this now?” The words rasped from my throat, every muscle tight with restraint to keep me from slamming into her before she was ready.
“Yes, please. And Langston.” She turned, dark curly hair obscuring half her face. “I’ll try to make it good for you too, because I know—”
Nope. Hell fucking nope. This woman was perfect, and I was determined to make her see that too, in a way that benefited both of us.
Reaching between her legs, I thrust two fingers deep into her soaked cunt. When I pulled them free, her whimper of disappointment had a smirk pulling at my lips.
“Hold on as best you can, shortcake. I’ve never been a gentle man, and after that comment, I really won’t be.” Fisting her hair, I gave a slight tug, making her back arch and ass stick out. “Your pussy is ready for me. Are you?”
I needed to hear it one more time, one more confirmation so I knew for certain this wasn’t me so desperate to make my fantasies come to life that I misunderstood what she needed and wanted from me. Fuck what I needed—this was about her. Always, now and forever.
“Fucking hell, Langston,” she snapped. “Fuck me, now. Don’t make me beg.”
My brows shot up at that. Begging would be fun, but not now. She was too keyed up from hearing my own dirty dreams to make her wait.
Guiding my cock between her legs, both knees shook, and my thighs trembled at the way I easily slid between her folds. Our combined gasps filled the deserted area when I pushed inside, her tight cunt resisting my size at first.
“Relax for me,” I murmured. Reaching around her, I palmed one large breast and pinched her pebbled nipple.
Her whole body tensed before relaxing, allowing me to slide in an inch. Sweat beaded along my forehead and dripped down my spine. Heat and desire like I’d never felt before shot through my veins, filling every cell until all I could focus on was Juno.
Little by little, I pushed inside, the position not ideal for her taking all of me. Both hips in my tight grip, I pulled out until the tip barely crested her opening before thrusting back inside.
Juno cried out, making me still, worried I’d hurt her.
“If you don’t keep fucking moving, Langston Allen, I will do this myself.”
The passion and frustration in her tone was exactly how I felt.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured before repeating the motion, again and again.
In and out, I pistoned into her as deep as the position would allow me, my rhythm picking up with every thrust. Knuckles white, I flexed my fingers, hoping to keep from leaving bruises on her delicate skin but also loving the idea of marking her any way I could.
Juno’s gasps and moans, combined with the way her cunt squeezed my cock so tight that it was difficult to pull out, had a familiar tingle racing down my spine.
Releasing one hip, I snaked a hand around the front of her and dipped between her thighs.
The first flick of her swollen clit had her crying out for more.
Fucking gladly. Keeping a perfect rhythm, I pounded into her while playing with her nub.
Within seconds, Juno’s back arched just as her piercing cry of ecstasy sliced through the air and her pussy clamped around me, sending me falling over the edge into erotic bliss with her.
I slammed inside her as deep as possible, grumbling curses as her pussy milked every drop from my cock. When her knees gave out, I caught her with an arm curled around her waist, lifting her limp body until her sweat-slick back was sealed to my chest.
Still inside her, the movement sent a body-trembling tingle through me, making me hold her even tighter. For several seconds, we stood like that, catching our combined breaths.
“If you were that worked up just thinking about me and West together—” I swallowed a curse when her cunt tightened around me at my words. “—just imagine what it will be like when you actually are watching me own his ass, and him loving every fucking second.”
Juno whimpered and shifted against me, squeezing her thighs tight, increasing the stranglehold she had around my still-hard cock.
“You need more, shortcake?”
“I don’t know how, but… yes, I think. Fuck, what is happening to me?”
My dark chuckles brushed along her neck as I kissed her soft skin.
“Nothing, Juno. Like I said, you’re perfect. Now, stay just like this, and we’ll both get what we need.”
Palming both her breasts, I tipped my face up to the cloudy sky and muttered a thank-you to whatever made the gorgeous woman in my arms as I slowly pumped my hips, the slight movement making Juno moan and plead for more.
Best damn fishing trip ever.
I hadn’t smiled as much in my entire life as I had in the last four hours standing along the riverbank with Juno.
It wasn’t even that we talked a lot or laughed the entire time; I couldn’t stop the damn goofy grin on my face from just being around her.
Her presence alone made me happier than I had been in a long time—though the few orgasms I wrung from her, and her me, helped my mood too.
A metal clang disturbed the peaceful afternoon when I set the poles and tackle box into the truck bed. I could’ve used my SUV, but this was the truck I used for the land-based fishing trips scheduled through Uplift, and it already had everything we could’ve needed.
“I think we need to hire Aspen to take some photos of the areas where you take clients fishing, maybe even for the other adventures Uplift offers too. It would be cool to add some to the page, give clients a brief look into what they’re signing up for.”
Head down, she almost clipped the lowered tailgate, too focused on whatever she was typing on her phone.
Snaking an arm around her waist, I gave a slight tug to redirect her trajectory, keeping her safe from a nasty bruise.
Juno stumbled to the side, coming to a stop right between my legs where I leaned against the warmed metal.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered as she stared up at me in confusion.
“You almost ran right into the edge of the tailgate.” I inclined my head toward the spot.
“Ah. And where I ended up?” She arched a brow and gave a pointed look to where our lower halves were pressed together.
“Lucky coincidence?” I said with a raised brow. She huffed a laugh with a wide smile while shaking her head. “Did you have fun today?”
“Fun? What I had today was beyond fun. It was peaceful and adventurous and with you, so a perfect day, really. And the other part was perfect too.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her pink face against my chest. “I loved getting to hear stories about you and Mattie growing up, the crazy stuff you and West have gotten into, and why you love fishing so much. I just wish I was better at it for you, though I know it’s okay that I’m not.
But even so, the peace that comes from being out here alone, along the water—it’s cathartic. ”
“When I come out here early in the morning by myself, it has a spiritual feel to it.” Juno bit down on her lower lip to stop a growing grin. “What?”
“Who would’ve thought Captain Asshole himself would be so… enlightened.”
It was the way her face was tipped up to mine, her smile that reached her eyes, and the combination of the amazing day that had me leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.
There was still one more story that I hadn’t told her.
One that weighed on my chest daily, a dark memory that would never leave me.
“Remember how I mentioned how Mattie and I grew up?”
Pulling back, Juno gazed up at me and nodded.
“Our mom always had new boyfriends coming in and out of the apartment, and there was this one who treated me and Mattie like his own kids. He would take us to dinner even when Mom was working, brought us small gifts, hell, he even paid the electric bill one time so we didn’t die of heat exhaustion in our own apartment.
” I sealed my lids shut and blew out a slow breath.
“One day, he came over when Mom was at work, which was normal for him, and offered to take me and Mattie to get some candy, but he had a business call to take first. At our disappointed faces, he offered to give me the money so I could run down to the corner store and get it myself, and said that since it was so hot, Mattie could just stay in the cool apartment and wait for me.
“All I could think about was that fucking candy,” I growled, curling both hands into tight fists and pressing them into the tops of my thighs. “So I took his money and left my little sister with a practical stranger. She was eight years old, and I just left her with him, alone.”
“Langston,” Juno whispered. “You were just a kid yourself. You didn’t know.”
“But I’m her older brother. My job is to protect her, and I fucking failed.”
Her small hands cupped my face and pulled until I was gazing down at her. “You were just a kid. Does Mattie hold you responsible for whatever happened next?” I shook my head. “Then why do you?”
“It was the first time I failed someone I loved and they were hurt. She was left with memories that gave her fucking nightmares for months after.”
Her brows flew up her forehead. “That’s why you try to protect everyone you love now, why you’re hypervigilant and suspect everyone.”
I nodded, waiting for the pity or anger to appear, but neither did. Instead, something like understanding had her features softening.
“Thank you for telling me. It helps me understand”—she gestured up and down my frame—“this.”
“You just pointed to all of me,” I grumbled with a smirk, remembering a similar conversation just a few days ago with West.
“Exactly. That incident made you who you are today, and I like this man, who you are, how protective you are of your friends and family. Look at it as a lesson, one that made you this amazing man today, instead of a failure.”
Gathering her in my arms, I held her close and rested my chin on top of her head.
A lesson instead of a failure. That would be a hard shift. But maybe with her help, one day, I could.