Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
The concern on Josh’s face is obvious from the very moment I walk in through the door, his eyes full of trepidation as he looks me up and down. It warms my heart to see such care.
Even though I’ve been a snotty, freaked out, Cake Baker binger for over a month, he’s maintained his look of utter adoration for me every single day. His love for me has never been in question. Not once.
“Don’t worry,” I say, and break into a grin in the hallway. “I’m still in one piece. See.”
I slip off my coat and give him a twirl with a tada!
And there he has it. Holly is back to life. The energy in this place is different, right from the off. I’m flying high after plummeting to the depths and curling up on the sofa like this saga would never end.
It will end.
User 2644 marks the beginning of my ascent back to normality.
Thank you to the gold-digging bitch who sent him my way, and thank you to Katie Del Bitch Face for taking the limelight enough for me to risk it.
Josh’s smile is so bright it almost takes the breath from me. The dark worry in his brows parts as the light shows through the storm. Because that’s what it is, I feel it. I feel like a light is shining through the storm. Holly is radiating out of me, my sultry slutty ways full of mischief.
“Come here, you,” he says, and pulls me in for a hug, rocking me in his arms as though we’ve been reunited after a century. “You look incredible, baby. Absolutely fucking incredible.”
I hug him back, my face buried into his neck, so secure. Funny how he always thinks I look so incredible when my makeup has been smeared to shit and my panties are dripping with another guy’s cum.
“Purple satin suits me, doesn’t it?” I laugh. “So does smudged lipstick.”
“It has nothing to do with purple satin or smudged lipstick, Ells. It’s you. Just you.” He kisses the top of my head. “It’s great to see you again. Believe me, I’ve missed you.”
I sigh against him. “Yeah. I’ve missed me, too.”
He takes my hand and leads me through to our tiny makeshift kitchen. He makes me a cup of tea as I lean against the counter, and the smile on my face won’t go away.
“Were you scared?” he asks.
“Yeah. I was shitting it. But once I got there, it just slotted right back into place. Just like old times.”
Josh raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the sugar pot.
“And how about your client, did he slot right back into place? Was he a good one?”
“He was great.”
“How great?”
I take my drink from him with a thanks, and we stand opposite each other, both of us holding our mugs. So domesticated. And so different from drinking scotch with a random man in Canary Wharf earlier.
Or is it?
The tension radiates.
How great?
I know what Josh is referring to. The dirty sparkle in his eyes say it all.
I stare at my boyfriend through fresh eyes. Holly’s eyes. His black t-shirt is like a second skin on his ripped abs. His cargo pants are hanging low. Casual.
“Hmm, not great enough to go to sleep on…”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, really.”
“Not keen to curl up for cuddles and Cake Baker? I’d tolerate at least one episode, if you wanted me to.”
I laugh out loud.
“Nah. I’ve watched enough Cake Baker for seventeen lifetimes. Time to concentrate on the things I’ve been missing.”
It makes no difference that I’ve just spent three hours getting fucked solid by a client out to vent his frustration on my body. I’m still like a bitch in heat now I’m back home with my crazy hot boyfriend.
“I love it when you come back from proposals horny as fuck,” he says.
“Have you missed it?”
“I’ve missed so many things about you, Ella. Having you rock back up and keen for more dick is only one of them. Call it a relief as much as anything.”
I grin as he takes off his t-shirt and tosses it aside.
“It’s good though, right? Me turning up desperate for more. Desperate for you.”
He pushes down his cargo pants. “Damn right it is.”
I reach for the zipper of my dress and free myself from the satin. Slowly. Shimmying it down my hips.
There is a certain kind of chemistry between us that’s been dormant since Cannes. Another sensation that comes back with a bang.
“Were you thinking about me and the filth I was getting up to tonight?” I ask him.
His green eyes are stunning. The way his lip curls into a smile is enough to drive me wild.
“Want the truth?”
“Always.”
“I spent most of the night worried sick about how you were doing, checking my phone every thirty seconds even though I had the volume set to maximum.”
That gives me butterflies.
I can imagine it. Josh would have been as scared as I was about me getting recognised and shit kicking off somewhere, but his fears would have run even deeper than mine. He’d have been scared about me being scared. Scared and alone.
“I was fine,” I tell him. “In fact, I was more than fine. I was having fun. Real fun.”
“I know. As soon as I got the D&S through, I waited for the review to come in.”
My heart lights up.
“You saw the review? Already?!”
“Yes, I saw the review. You smashed it. Holly is back in business.”
“Holly is clearly back, here and now. And she’s missed you.”
Screw the way I’m shimmying my satin dress off like I’m doing a strip tease, Josh steps in and takes over, tearing it straight down my legs. He drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs, sniffing my pussy through my soaking wet panties.
“Holly is clearly back, and leaking another man’s cum.” He teases my slit through the creamy lace, lapping at me with a pointed pierced tongue.
“He took my ass, too. I’m dripping from both holes,” I tell him. “He had two mega loads ready to blow for me.”
“Only two? What a lightweight,” he says.
“No, actually. I took a third load, right in the face.”
“Nice,” he says. “Guess I’m gonna have to fuck his cum right out of you.”
“Now you’re talking.”
Josh gets up from his knees to land his lips on mine, and that seals the deal. I’m insatiable as I rove my hands down his chest, moaning into his mouth as I take hold of his raging cock.
Not many women are lucky enough to have a man like Josh for a partner. Filthy and unashamed of it. Adoring, but not possessive. Alpha, but not a bully.
“I love you so much,” I whisper against his lips between kisses.
“Ditto,” he says, and I hitch myself up as he lifts me from the floor. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his shoulders as he walks us through to the bedroom.
Kisses, so many kisses, all of them filled with love.
Tumbling onto the bed together is like old times coming back to life. We’ve made love plenty of times since Cannes, but not like this. Not dirty fucking, with our primal nature to the fore.
I have a whole whirlwind of butterflies as he kisses his way down my neck to my lacy bra. I adore the heat of his breath through the lace as he samples a taste.
“Tell me what he did to you. Did he use your tits?”
I smirk down, arching my back.
“How could he resist? Yes. He sucked on them. He gave me a decent pinch of his teeth while he pounded me.”
“Like this?” Josh sucks in the same place User 2644 did, lapping at another man’s dried up spit on the fabric without a care.
“Yeah, like that.”
“Nice.”
Josh tugs my bra down, and my nipples are back to being bullets. He teases one with his thumb while he feasts on the other and I’m in heaven. My legs part on instinct, clit fluttering, needing more.
My boyfriend reads my body and slides his hand down to the messy aftermath my client left behind. He curls his fingers in my panties, and begins the exploration. Cum mixed with my own hot pussy juice… and my dirty ass, still squelching.
“I love it when you come home like this,” Josh says, then gives my nipple another flick with his pierced tongue.
His dirty eyes are gorgeous as he peppers my body with kisses on the way down to the juncture of my thighs. He’s buzzing with need, just as I am. I know what he’s going to do to me. I know just how turned on he gets when claiming back his filthy girlfriend after she’s been used like a slut.
“He came deep,” I say, urging him on. “Fuck, Josh, he filled me up. He had so much cum to give me.”
“So have I.”
Josh is more of an expert with my body than any client could ever be. His pierced tongue is a dirty delight as he digs out my clit and laps up another man’s cum. It’s so filthy, it makes me squirm.
“Fuck, yes,” I say. “Clean me out. Clean me out, then fill me up again!”
“Push down, baby,” he says, and I do as I’m told, bearing down so the cum dribbles from both holes. Yeah, Client 2644 filled me up good.
Oh, my boyfriend is ready for it. He’s a fiend as he licks up the dirty remnants like a creamy dessert. I get stomach flips, needing him inside me so bad.
“Fill me back up,” I say. “Please. Give it to me.”
“Not until you’re all nice and empty.”
He slips three fingers into my pussy, so slick. He moans as he scoops out the cum, and looks me in the eyes as he enjoys the feast, sucking another man’s leftovers from his fingers. And I want some. I want to taste User 2644 on my boyfriend’s tongue.
“Share,” I whisper. “Don’t be greedy, Josh. I want a taste as well.”
“Then give me some more to share.”
He splays open my pussy and I bear down again, birthing out a fresh dribble of cream. He’s ready for it, cleaning it up in one long sweep of his tongue before he climbs back up the bed and kisses me.
Fuck, it’s messy.
This kiss is even wetter than User 2644’s was. I suck at Josh’s pierced tongue, battling him for every salty drop, and once it’s gone he’s straight back down to my pussy to collect a fresh load.
His cock is raging against my thigh. I can feel the pulse of his own swollen balls as he kisses me for the second time round. My clit is sparking so fucking bad I could come in seconds. But we aren’t there yet.
There is another filthy hole left to clean up.
“On all fours,” Josh tells me, and I do as I’m told. “But I’m not sharing this time, Ella. This load is all for me.”
“Greedy,” I laugh.
“Hungry for it,” he groans.
I’m right on the same page as he is. This kind of dirty play has been a long time coming.
Far too long.
Josh is as skilled with ass as he is with pussy. The way he uses his mouth to rim my filthy, dripping ring is nothing short of perfect, and I dare to strum my clit as he works.
“Push,” he says, and I adore how impure it feels to push down while his tongue is buried in my asshole.
I’m a hardcorer in love. A horny fucking whore, giving filthy seconds to her filthy fucking boyfriend.
He loves cum as much as I do.
His fingers work along with his mouth, pumping me as I squelch, and I keep myself on the brink as I tease my clit, mumbling please, please, please as my body screams to get filled up again.
“I’ve missed this so much,” Josh says, and positions himself behind me, rubbing his pierced dick against my slit.
“Me, too. So bad, Josh. So bad.”
I’ve missed it so much it hurts, I just didn’t realise. I had no idea just how far into the shell of myself I’d retreated. It took stepping outside of it to see the wonders I’d left behind.
Thank you, User 2644. Thank you.
My dirty panties are still on, but pulled to the side as Josh eases his barbelled cock into my slick wet cunt – popping in one piercing at a time to drive me wild.
The wonders of a Jacob’s ladder never ends.
Each pop is a magic spark against my G-spot, and in just a few hip thrusts I’m fisting the sheets underneath me, moaning in bliss.
“Gonna fill you the fuck up, Ella,” Josh says, and speeds up with the thrusting. “Clients can take you all they want, but you’ll always come home to me. I’m the one who owns your pretty cunt, just like you own the cock I fuck you with.”
That makes me smile against the mattress. I love the possessive talk.
“Stake your claim and replace him, then,” I tell him. “It’s your cum I want dripping from me.”
“It will be, since we’ve already swallowed his down.”
We sound like such deviants. Such dirty freaks. A tag team of hedonistic fetish lovers.
I love it.
Josh makes me come twice with his cock in my cunt before he gives me his first round of cum. I’m a sweaty mess as he plays me like a master magician, my eyes rolling back in my head, I’m so high when he finally blesses me with his release.
It’s lucky that Josh makes his living the same way I do. His body is trained to deliver, load after load.
He doesn’t bother taking a break before he ploughs my ass, already loaded up to blow again. He uses me until I’m practically delirious, skirting on the edge of insanity as my ass clenches and milks his perfect dick.
Holly is back, but so am I.
It’s me, Ella, who basks in the glow of true release with my boyfriend. It’s me, Ella, who is squealing with delight when Josh dumps his cum in my filthy ass.
And it’s me, Ella, who lies with him in the aftermath. Two sweaty lovers holding each other tight and whispering sweet nothings as the dawn begins to break through the window.
For the first time in weeks, the daylight doesn’t scare me.
No tremors at the thought of what might be spewing around online about me.
No desire to hole myself up and distract myself from the drama with ice cream and bullshit TV.
No desire to sleep in as long as possible like a comatose butterfly with broken wings.
Today feels like the start of a brand new day.
No.
Scratch that. A brand new life!