18. “That’s the Way Love Goes” #2
Javi’s lips were back on my chest when he suddenly veered left, taking the material with him, and then his mouth closed around my nipple.
Unexpected fire bolted through my lady parts.
Oh God .
“Javi,” I breathed.
He worked it with the tip of his tongue.
I already knew he had a strong tongue, but, dang .
He nipped it gently with his teeth.
God!
My body jolted, that felt so good.
“ Javi ,” I gasped.
He rolled to his back, taking me with him, his fingers moving to the zip at the side of my dress.
It came down at the same time he flicked the hook and eye.
When I felt my dress release, I sat up and tugged it off.
Eyes to my body, Javi’s expression grew ravenous as he sat up, tearing at the buttons of his cuffs.
Thankfully, he got them undone in short order, and didn’t bother with the buttons at the front. He just put his hands behind his neck and wrenched up with such force, I feared he’d tear that fantastic shirt.
Then his miles of beautiful brown skin, the bulges and indents of his muscles hit my vision, and I didn’t think any more about his shirt.
I went in with mouth and tongue and hands.
He did the same.
This was no longer leisurely, exploratory.
This was I want it all and I want it NOW .
Therefore, I took all I could get as fast as I could get it, and Javi did the same.
He was again on his back, I was trailing my mouth down the ridges of his belly, I got to the waistband of his trousers, when he pulled me up and rolled me to my back.
“I wasn’t done with my descent,” I informed him.
“Baby,” he said, shifting his hips to the side so he could whip off my panties.
That move was so sure, so swift, I quivered.
He tossed them away and rolled back on top of me. “You take my dick in your mouth right now, this is gonna be all over.”
Oo.
Nice.
I smiled a preening smile.
With a look of determination that set my lady parts to clenching, Javi kissed it off my face and dove a claiming hand between my legs.
Oo .
Brilliant!
He slid one long finger inside and I gasped as he growled against my lips, “Tight. So wet. Fuck .”
He slid that finger out and returned with two, and I instinctively started riding them.
“Christ,” he bit out, finger-fucking me, and I was no longer instinctively riding them, I was shamelessly doing it.
He tweaked my clit with his thumb.
I bucked against him and sank my nails in his back.
“Fuck,” he repeated, gently gliding his fingers out and then he was working at his fly.
Yes!
Finally!
He got it open. I felt him tug his trousers over his behind, and he reached toward the nightstand.
Um.
No.
I caught his wrist.
He looked down at me.
“I’m on the Pill,” I whispered.
“Babe,” he groaned.
He so got me.
I told him anyway, “I don’t want anything between us.”
“I don’t either, but you trust me like that?”
“Are you…?”
He jerked up his chin. “Had a physical before I joined NI I expanded to fit him.
More, I adjusted, my legs tightened around him, and I got wetter and hotter feeling the material of the trousers he still wore against my calves.
There was something both sweet and dirty about that, me being naked wearing only my heels, Javi only having pulled his pants over his behind to get inside me.
More, I whimpered, he groaned, I clutched at him inside and out (and he groaned again).
More, and he had me, I had him.
We were complete.
Yes.
Complete.
I knew Javi felt the same when he ran his nose along my cheek until his lips were at my ear.
And there he said only, “Yeah.”
He was correct.
Yeah .
He started moving.
He’d done it.
We’d done it.
It was exactly what we both wanted.
It was special.
It was perfect.
It was unforgettable.
* * *
The early morning sun shining down on my guy lying on his back in his bed, his hands gripping the cheeks of my behind, my lady parts filled full of his boy part, I did what I did best.
I bounced.
I bounced some more.
I did it harder.
I did it faster.
And I kept doing it.
“Fuckin’ fuck . Get there, baby,” Javi growled, his amber eyes roving insatiably all over me (though, truth told, they spent a lot of time at my breasts).
“ You get there,” I gasped.
He squeezed my cheeks hard, taking control, and I was bouncing even harder and faster.
God, I loved he was so strong.
God , I loved he was so beautiful, lying there in his bed, his dark hair tousled, his eyelids heavy, his full lips wet from his tongue tracing them.
“You need me at your clit?” he offered.
Suffice it to say, we didn’t sleep much.
This was our fifth time since we started.
We took breaks. We dozed. He ate me out (and I will remind you about his strong tongue…
scrumptious ). I went down on him (talk about feeling powerful, having Javi at my whim with my mouth full of his thick, long, yummy cock? … delectable ).
I believe we got about three hours of sleep before I woke him up to ride him.
Which brought us to now.
So at this juncture, I knew I needed his strong thumb at my clit.
Thus, I started, “Ye—” but didn’t finish the word when he pounded me full of him, I arched back and came hard.
Still coming, he whipped me to my back and thrust in harder, so I kept coming.
And continued.
And it went on.
I was still doing it when I felt him buck into me, pour into me, and groan deeply.
There it was again.
Making my guy come that hard?
I felt powerful.
I felt confident.
I felt like I’d finally been introduced to the real me.
After we both came down, I did it with Javi’s mouth working my neck, and I was loving the feel.
Eventually, he lifted his head and teased, “You even bounce on a man’s dick like a cheerleader.”
I frowned.
He grinned and dipped closer. “Every boy dreams of fucking the prettiest cheerleader on the squad. And I just did that. Or…she fucked me. And that’s even better.”
As a boy, he probably didn’t dream about much, if anything.
Except maybe that (because boys were always boys).
My frown turned upside down.
He busted out laughing (which felt awesome ), and rolled us, disconnecting (which sucked), but we ended up with me sprawled on top of his mountain of warm muscle, so I wasn’t complaining.
“You want me to clean you up?” he asked quietly, and this was now our thing too.
Every single time, he cleaned me up, once carrying me to the bathroom to set me on his vanity while he did it.
It was sweet and hot and completely Javi.
Although I didn’t want to move, I had one addiction (outside of my new one, that new one being Javi), and it was demanding a fix.
“I want coffee,” I told him.
He sifted his fingers into my hair, pulled my mouth down to his, kissed me quickly and let me lift away.
“I’m on coffee. You clean up,” he said.
“’Kay,” I replied.
He pulled me down to him for another kiss, which wasn’t quick, before he broke it and tugged us both out of bed.
I went to the bathroom.
He hauled on his trousers from the night before (commando! delicious!) and went to the door.
While in the bathroom, I took the opportunity to brush my teeth, floss, wash my face (again with sleeping in makeup, though I didn’t sleep much so I forgave myself), and moisturize.
But I was in Javi’s tee in his bed before he returned juggling two mugs, his phone and my gold bag.
When he made it to me, I pushed up to help him with his load.
He then climbed over me to settle at my side, but he twisted at the waist to set his phone on his charge pad.
I took a sip of coffee, set it on my nightstand and opened my bag to dig out my phone so I could do the same, saying, “I can’t get a lock on it.”
“A lock on what?”
I had my phone out, but I turned to him. “Are you a boob man or a butt man?”
Now with no small amount of experience, he seemed pretty dedicated to both.
His lips twitched and his brows rose. “Do I have to pick just one?”
“I guess not, but I thought you guys did.”
He shot me a lusty smile. “Before I saw your ass in those panties during your takedown at SC, I was a tits man. Now I’m a tits and ass man.”
I laughed and leaned into him to press my lips to his.
He accepted this and only took a sip of his coffee when I sat back.
I looked at my phone so I could aim it to my charge pad, which I’d set up in my semi-move-in the day before, but I stopped when I saw what was on the display.
I touched it.
My stomach clutched.
Three missed calls from my mother, and one voicemail.
She’d left a voicemail the other night when she’d phoned, but things had been so busy, I hadn’t listened to it yet.
Oh boy.
“What?” Javi asked.
I lifted my cell and tipped it side to side. “Mom called three times.”
His brows formed an ominous V. “This morning?”
I turned to my phone and back to him. “This morning.”
“It’s barely nine.”
It was.
“On a Sunday,” he continued.
And it was Sunday.
I bit my lip.