Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dallas
DFW @BodaciousBuckaroo211
If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love is actually all around.
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After watching Josette sleep for what might be considered a creepy amount of time, I’d opened Cackle to post the movie quote. I don’t know why I picked that one, but I have a “sneaky feeling” it has something to do with the woman sleeping next to me. I don’t know if it’s love yet, but I’m definitely falling for Josette Barnes.
Setting my phone back on the nightstand, I carefully scooch back down to lie next to her. I turn on my side to face her, and before I can decide how to get closer without waking her, she stirs. Humming quietly, she stretches, then she goes silent and freezes at the same time. I smile, knowing she’s just remembered last night and where she is…in my bed.
I wait for her eyes to blink open before murmuring, “Good morning.”
She visibly relaxes before returning my smile. “Good morning. What time is it?”
“Just after eight,” I say. Then I lean in to kiss her forehead before saying, “I’ll go make us some coffee.”
I roll out of bed and land on my feet before she can respond, even though I really want to roll onto her and make her scream the way she did last night. But this is a new dynamic for us. I don’t know how she’s feeling about waking up next to me, and I don’t want to push it if all she wants is a few private moments.
Pulling on a pair of athletic shorts so I’m not completely naked, I walk into the attached bathroom and close the door. After relieving myself and washing my hands and face, I brush my teeth. Digging through my drawers of extra supplies, I grab an unopened toothbrush and set it on the counter beside the sink for Josette.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I find her sitting up in bed, the covers pulled up to her armpits as she watches me.
“All yours,” I say, motioning toward the bathroom while winking at her. “Come out when you’re ready.”
She nods, and I smile at her again before leaving the room. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn as I walk into the kitchen. I have a combo coffee maker, and I decide to just brew a pot instead of single cups. After I get that going, I pull some creamer out of the fridge and set it next to the coffee maker. Then I dig through my pantry for the sugar, smiling as I pull it out.
Sugar kind of started this thing between Josette and me. I’m so glad I forgot to buy some when I first moved in here.
I don’t know how she takes her coffee, yet, so I set the box of sugar next to the cream so she can choose what she wants. I watch the pot brew, and my mind wanders back to last night.
Making love to Josette was amazing. I meant what I said afterward. She is fucking perfect. I can’t remember ever coming that hard. It was almost too much. The feel of her squeezing around me during her hot, gushing orgasm. Her piercing scream. My own masculine pride at making her come a second time when she was certain she couldn’t.
I turned into a fucking caveman, railing into her with zero finesse, and as far as I could tell, she loved every second of it.
God damn perfection .
I open a cabinet and pull out two coffee mugs, setting them next to the sugar and creamer. When I turn around, Josette is there, shifting her weight from foot to foot in nothing but one of my t-shirts. My eyes bulge out and travel down the length of her from her messy hair to her bare toes. The hem nearly reaches her knees, covering her gorgeous thighs, but even fully covered, she looks sexy as hell. When my gaze finally makes it back up to her eyes, I notice her wrinkled brow.
“Sorry,” she says, plucking at the shirt, “I thought this would be okay.”
“Okay?” I ask as I prowl toward her. “If I had my way, you’d wear nothing but one of my t-shirts from now on.”
I stop so closely to her, our toes are nearly touching. My arms snake around her, and she pushes up on her tiptoes as I bend down to press my lips to hers.
“Thanks for the toothbrush,” she mumbles when the kiss ends.
I nod and straighten, grudgingly releasing her in the process. “Coffee?”
She smirks, and my heart thumps irregularly at the sight of it. Then she twirls around, calling out, “Maybe later,” as she sprints back toward my bedroom. I waste no time chasing after her, and the tinkling laughter trailing over her shoulder makes my chest warm.
My long legs eat up the distance between us, and I catch her and sweep her up against my chest just outside my bedroom door. She squeals with delight, twisting to get away, but I hold onto her until I’m close enough to toss her onto my bed. Her bright laughter fades as I stretch over her, settling between her thighs and bowing my back so I can press a trail of kisses along her neck.
I love her like this. Playful and confident. No anxiety or intrusive thoughts telling her she shouldn’t relax and have fun with me.
When my mouth finally meets hers, I reach down and trail my fingers up her thigh, taking the hem of my shirt with it. When I reach her hip and find her lack of underwear, my cock swells almost painfully and my hips buck forward so she can feel what she does to me.
Breaking off our kiss, she lifts her hips and groans, “Roll over.”
I obey immediately, thinking I’ve accidentally crushed her, but before I can apologize, she hops up onto her knees and tugs at the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips and help her push them down to my knees, and she crawls down the bed to jerk them the rest of the way off before pushing my knees apart so she can fit between them.
I watch with wonder as she stares down at my cock with hungry eyes. Reaching out, she runs a fingertip along its length, making me groan. Then she wraps her small hand around it, stroking it so gently, I have to fight to remain still. I also have to fight to keep my eyes open, so I can watch her explore me, but I win the battle because there’s no way I’m missing a second of this.
Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she looks a little unsure, so I say, “You don’t need to––”
My words cut off with a hiss when her lips slide over the head, sucking lightly. Her tongue teases my slit, and my hips buck involuntarily, driving me deeper into her mouth. I drop my ass back to the bed instantly, but Josette follows me down. She takes about half my length as her tongue licks at the underside. Her hand strokes the base, twisting slightly as she bobs over me in perfect timing.
“Fuck,” I gasp as she increases the suction slightly .
Throwing an arm out, I bat my hand around until my fingers hook through the handle for my nightstand drawer. Digging inside, I find the box of condoms and upend it, spilling them inside before tossing the box to the floor and reaching in to grab one.
“Josette,” I say when she focuses on sucking just the tip of my cock again. When her gorgeous eyes find mine, I hold the condom toward her and say, “Here. Put this on me. I’m not going to last, and I want to be inside you when I come.”
She smiles around my cock head as she takes the condom, then slides down my length one more time before releasing me with an audible pop . My erection slaps against my stomach when she releases it to open the condom, and a few seconds later, her hand is stroking me again before she slowly unrolls the sheath down my length.
“Come here,” I grit out, curling my hands in a “come hither” motion.
She crawls over me and attempts to stretch out and kiss me, and I only give her my lips for a moment before I grip her jaw with both hands and push her back so I can meet her eyes. She looks a little self-conscious, so I kiss her again before pushing her back and jerking my chin upward.
“Get up here and sit on my face so I can get you ready.”
Her eyes go wide as saucers. “Wh-what?”
“Sit on my face,” I repeat. “You can hold onto the headboard for balance. ”
She looks terrified at the prospect, but I refuse to try to talk her into it. If she really doesn’t want to, we can shuffle positions, but either way, I’m getting my mouth on her delectable pussy. I offer her a simple, encouraging nod, and her expression shifts from one of shock and fear to one of curiosity. Next comes determination just before she nods and rolls off me.
With slow, unsure movements, she pushes herself upright and shuffles on her knees toward the head of the bed beside me. Twisting slightly, I grip her hips and guide her over me. She tries to hover over my face, but I’m having none of that. Tightening my grip on her, I pull her down and push my tongue inside her in one fluid motion. She moans and rolls her hips, driving it deeper with each pass.
After a few more moments of that, I pull free and find her clit, lashing it with my tongue until she’s panting and squirming over me. My cock throbs with each little wriggle and sigh, and I’m dying to get inside her. Pushing my own need aside for the moment, I refocus, working her clit until her legs start to shake with need.
Pulling her down until she’s sitting on my chest, I meet her needy gaze and ask, “Do you want to ride me?”
She inhales sharply, but wastes no time shimmying down until her knees bracket my hips and she’s hovering over me. Reaching between us, she grips my cock––ripping another moan from my lips––and lines it up with her entrance before she slowly slides down. I’m sweating by the time she’s fully seated, the effort to remain still and let her be the one in control nearly doing me in.
Then she starts lightly rocking, and I have to fist my hands in the sheets to stop myself from grabbing her hips and fucking up into her. She feels so damn good. So tight and hot, it’s taking every bit of self-control I possess not to rut into her like a fucking animal.
Bracing her small hands beneath my pecs for balance, Josette starts to move in earnest, lifting herself up and slamming back down before rolling her hips. She does that a few times before finding a steady rhythm. She tilts her hips slightly, and she must find the right spot because she gasps. She holds the position as she bounces up and down, making quiet noises through each inhale and exhale.
I grit my teeth and tighten my abdominals in an attempt to hold on until she finishes. Watching her chase her own pleasure like this is playing hell with my restraint. My balls start to tighten despite my efforts, but I refuse to close my eyes and miss even a second of this. I unclench one of my fists and move to work her clit, intent on helping her find her orgasm before I blow, but she slams down and shouts before I can touch her. Her inner walls squeeze and flutter around me as she comes, triggering my own release. I damn-near buck her off me when I come, but Josette squeezes her knees to lock onto me like a bull rider. She slumps forward, laying on my chest until my cock softens enough to slip out of her. We both grunt at the loss, and she rolls to the side and cuddles up next to me with her head on my shoulder.
I reach down and pull the condom off carefully, then tie the end and drop it to the floor beside the bed. I don’t trust my legs to carry me to the bathroom to trash it right now. I can pick it up later.
Sliding my arm beneath Josette, I curl it up and around to hold her close. She throws one leg over mine and presses her breasts into my side, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this relaxed and comfortable in my entire life.
I wish we could stay just like this. Forever.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Josette murmurs, echoing my thought.
“Me, too,” I reply, tightening my arm around her.
She snuggles even closer, turning her head to peck a kiss against my chest. My fingertips brush over the bare skin of her shoulder and upper arm, and she sighs a little happy sigh that makes me feel like the God damn king of the world.
I really do wish we could stay right here, just like this, forever.