43. Present Day – January
43
PRESENT DAY – JANUARY
SCOTT
J anuary is a long, depressing month and the last week is always dead, so I’ve closed The Bull for some much needed renovations. I’m in the back, sorting out some spare dust sheets, when Josie appears wearing the sexiest cut-off dungarees I’ve ever seen and brightening the dreary space considerably. Her hair is up in a red spotted scarf like it’s the forties or something.
‘Hey,’ I greet her with a kiss.
‘Hey, yourself.’
I cup her hip and draw her to me. ‘You sure you don’t mind helping out today?’
‘Of course not. Craftisan is shut. I’m all yours.’
‘I like the sound of that.’ I squeeze her soft curves and know my pleasure at seeing her will be obvious very soon.
‘I locked the front door behind me. Are we expecting anyone else?’
‘Nope, not today.’ I give her an impish grin.
‘No distractions .’ She wags her finger at me. ‘We’ve got a lot of work to do, if you want to turn this place around in a week.’
I smirk, thinking of all the ways I’d like to get distracted right now. ‘Enzo’s dropping by at some point. I’ve got Nate and Chunk helping for a couple of days later in the week.’
‘Aw, nice,’ Josie’s face lightens, and I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, remembering their Christmas kiss.
I school my features. She doesn’t need to hear about my envy issues.
‘What’s that look?’ she asks playfully.
Perhaps I didn’t keep my feelings off my face as I’d hoped. ‘No look.’
‘There was definitely a look.’
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I try to remember I’m a goddamn adult who’s pushing thirty, not some fucking teenager.
Before I can fumble my way through a reply, Josie says, ‘ Wait . Are you jealous?’
‘Me?’ My voice comes out uncharacteristically squeaky, and I cough to cover it up.
‘Yes, you, Mister I’m not playing games anymore .’
‘You taking notes in that sketch book of yours?’
She quirks an eyebrow at me.
‘Would I be jealous of a six and half foot, half man, half roman god? I dunno, Angel.’
‘You are!’
‘I was .’ I match her tone. ‘But not anymore. That was a me problem. I was a dick, and I deserved it.’
‘You know our kiss was a total bust, right? It was like kissing my brother.’
I nip her neck and pull away, studying her face. I’m not mad or jealous anymore, but I am interested to hear more. ‘It didn’t seem that way at the time.’
‘Good.’ She gives me a wicked beam. ‘I was trying to provoke a response.’
‘You were? From me?’
‘Fuck, Scott.’ She pushes at my chest. ‘Of course I was. I spent months trying to get a reaction from you. But also from me . I wanted to feel something … something like …’
‘Go on.’
‘Ugh, it’s sappy.’ She wrinkles her button nose.
‘Go. On.’
‘A feeling like I’d had with you. I have to confess, I’ve been chasing that high.’
‘ This feeling?’ I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me.
‘Mmm, hmm,’ she murmurs as she kisses me, and then works her way down my neck.
‘You mean the one where I went down on you in an art gallery, or the one where?—’
‘All of them.’
I bundle her through to the back area of the bar. She skims her teeth over my throat, stopping me from getting her any closer to my bed. I have to taste her. Right now.
Pressed against the wall, we haven’t even made it to the stairs, I lower her to her feet.
‘Shouldn’t we …’
I distract her with two snaps, unfastening her dungarees. They drop to the floor and I kneel down to help her step out of the bundle.
She’s wearing a tiny white tank top with — I swallow — no bra. Her nipples poke through, and even the bright lilac thong doesn’t distract me from where my eyes are drawn to the tail of a bird from her new tattoo. The skin still vaguely pink around the edges.
I slide a finger under the hem, stroking her soft skin. ‘Can this come off?’
She peels the tank top over her head, revealing the rest of the flock gracing her ribs. Unravelling the head scarf, she lets her underwear-matching lavender hair fall to skim her shoulders.
Her body never fails to elicit a sharp intake of breath from me. She is stunning.
From where I’m kneeling, I run my fingers around the band of her thong.
‘We really should be renovating,’ she mumbles unconvincingly.
‘You want me to stop?’ I dip underneath the fabric, to where her heat is radiating, scorching my touch.
‘ No .’
I sink my finger into the wetness pooling at her core and it’s her turn to gasp.
‘ Mmmm .’ My hum comes out more of a growl, and I’m not sure how she always turns me into some sort of feral, territorial animal. ‘You’d better come for me then,’ I pull her thong to the side, ‘or we’ll really be behind schedule.’
Slipping two fingers inside her, I lick over her clit, fastening my lips around her.
‘Fuck.’ She grips down into my hair.
‘And Josie,’ I still my hand, pulling away from her as she whimpers, ‘you’d better be fucking loud.’
It doesn’t take much for me to bring Josie to the brink. I stroke that sensitive spot inside with my fingers while I lick at her sweetness, and soon she’s calling out my name. My cock responds, thickening almost painfully in my jeans, and there’s a low ache in my balls.
Gently, I ease my fingers out and suck them while she watches me. Her face flushed, lips plump.
‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ she murmurs. ‘I want you inside me.’ She grapples with my belt.
I push up to stand and hold her against me, resting my forehead on hers as her little hands fight with my clothes.
‘I want you, too ... But we can do better than the corridor.’
‘I’d be happy for you to fuck me all over this pub.’
‘It’s making love , remember? Should I be flattered you’re so … discerning?’
‘Sometimes a girl just wants a good dicking, Scott. You should be flattered I want your cock so much.’
‘I’m not taking it for granted. Believe me. That’s why,’ I pick up her clothes and thrust them at her, and she catches them instinctively, ‘I think we can do better than here.’
I scoop her up in my arms and she lets out a squeal.
In a few strides, I take us up the narrow stairs to my apartment, while she does her best to distract me with her tongue around my ear.
I kick off my shoes, then toss her down on the bed.
‘Hey, you got new sheets?’ She smoothes over the pristine white bedding.
‘Yeah, I figured it’d be nicer for you when you stayed over.’ I don’t mention that her coming to my apartment has made me want to smarten it up.
She lies back spread eagle, and fans her arms and legs up and down like some kind of snow angel of home furnishings. ‘Mmmm, these feel so good.’
I smile as I watch her mess around before I drop to all fours on the foot of the bed, and crawl over her. ‘You want to feel even better?’
‘Please.’ She wraps her arms and legs around me.
I absolutely cannot say no to her when she asks so nicely.
I undo the top couple of buttons, and then tug my shirt over my head in one. Josie grabs it from me and tosses it to a chair while I wiggle out of my jeans. Rolling on a condom takes a second, and then I’m finally on top of her, relishing her hot skin against mine. She slots against me perfectly.
The head of my cock nudges at her pussy, edging backwards and forwards slowly, getting coated in her release from moments ago in the hallway.
‘Please,’ she repeats, her voice a strangled gasp.
Carefully, I push further until I feel her, hot and wet, clamping around me.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ I murmur.
‘Ye-ess.’
‘You wanted my cock in that tight, beautiful pussy of yours?’
‘Uh-huh.’ Her eyes roll back in her head as I thrust in and out slowly.
‘Fast or slow?’
‘Erm …’
I stroke her face until my hand finds its way into her hair, then I grip into the silky locks, tilting her head until she looks at me. ‘Focus, Angel. Fast or slow?’
‘It’s hard to … c-concentrate,’ she stutters. ‘You feel so good.’
Her heels dig into my butt, pulling me into her, setting the rhythm. I go with it, feeling myself grow even thicker as her lashes flutter shut and she moans my name.
‘This is …’ she starts to say, but cuts off when she grips me even tighter and arches her back off the bed, moaning out nonsense words.
Fuck, I love making her come.
As she returns from whatever stratosphere she was in, I adjust my position, lifting her heels to my shoulders so she’s almost folded in half.
Watching my dick slide in and out of her pussy, seeing it, intensifies how good this feels. I carefully place one hand across her breast bone, the other on the bed next to her head, putting most of my weight through the mattress. I can feel her heart thumping against my palm. She clamps me to her ribs, anchoring me on top of her as she shouts out, ‘Oh my God.’
Slowly, I increase the pressure on her chest and she grips me there, eyes wide, pupils blown.
‘Don’t change a fucking … thing,’ she demands.
As if I would, with her responding like this.
Her pussy tightens around me once more. She rides me from underneath, bucking up onto me as her orgasm takes over.
‘You liked that, huh?’
I love exploring what Josie likes. Reading her body. Finding out what makes it sing.
She lets go and runs her hands through her messy hair. ‘Fuck, yes I did.’
I bend her legs closer to her body, and say, ‘Hold your knees there.’
She loops an arm around each one, holding herself wide open for me. Then I grab the headboard with one hand, changing my angle, and continue to pound into her. With my free hand, I trace down her body, caressing past the tattoo on her ribs to the one on her hip. I slip around to palm her ass, pulling her on to me, pushing myself even deeper.
I move my hand back round to her centre, circling my thumb around her clit a few times, before trailing it to where my cock is stretching her open. Then down round to the back, this time circling the tight entrance of her ass, never stopping long enough to intrude. She’s so wet for me, for this, her desire’s made her pussy so slick it’s dripped round to her asshole.
She gasps.
‘You want me to stop?’
‘No, I just never?—’
I brush against her hole with a bit more pressure, more purpose, and her eyes roll back in her head again. She loses her words to a groan as I carefully ease my thumb inside her, stretching that tight ring.
‘So. Full ,’ she pants, grinding down on to my hand, on to my cock. ‘I?—’
My own climax is building. A kind of white light I seem to be careening towards, and I rasp out, ‘Fuck, Josie, you’re gonna?—’
This time, as her orgasm squeezes my cock in the tightest of grips, I explode with her, slamming my hand down on the head board as the force of my come consumes me.
‘Fuck.’ I blink, trying to clear the stars spinning.
I ease out of her and lower her legs down to the bed. Removing the condom, I tie a knot in it and toss it into the bin. Quickly, I wash my hands — can’t get back to her fast enough — then I bury myself next to her, wrapping her in my arms, and kissing her head as she settles back down from our high. She turns and snuggles into my chest, soft lilac hair tickling my nose.
‘Fuck!’ Her exclamation comes out muffled. ‘That was too good.’
A sheen of sweat coats my body, and the feel of Josie, relaxed and satisfied in my arms, is heaven.
I bury my lips in her hair and ask, ‘You okay?’
‘I’m so good.’
‘I was worried I got carried away there.’
She pulls away slightly and reaches up to stroke my face. ‘I was right there with you.’ Wriggling herself upright, she says, ‘Now, we paint.’
I tip my head. ‘Right now ?’
She starts rummaging through the sheets for her clothes and looks up at me with a coy grin. ‘I do my best work after mind-blowing sex.’