Chapter 29 – Bam
Chapter Twenty-Nine
BAM
“What did you text your dad?”
“That we were going to eat and then watch the game.”
“It is a football night.” I flip the TV on. “Can’t have you telling your dad a fable. What are you hungry for?”
She sticks her fingertip into the side of her mouth and then crosses the small space between the two of us, her hips swaying side to side in a way that is hypnotizing. She says something, but I can’t hear over the lust roaring in my ears.
I clamp my hands around the indents in her waist and pull her sharp against me.
“Time’s up. No food for you.”
“You gave me two seconds,” she says in mock protest. Her smile says she’s not unhappy with my move.
“One second more than I wanted to.” When I kiss her, she’s still smiling, and there’s something so mind-blowing about that.
That we can joke and be silly at the same time as my dick is about to burst out from my jeans.
I could stand here forever, though, in this small apartment living room with its boring white walls and the ugly brown leather sofa we took off of a gerbil who owed the club money.
Wherever Josie is, I want to be. The surroundings don’t matter.
Her arms come up to clutch my shoulders, and her leg slides along mine. She needs me. Me! The loner whose dad walked out and whose mom abandoned him because raising a kid was just too hard. This gorgeous, smart girl is trying to climb me like a tree.
“Let me help you,” I murmur against her lips.
I cup my hands around her ass and boost her up against me until her sex is level with my erection.
I slide her denim-clad pussy against my jeans-covered rod, listening to her breath hitch, feeling her hot want pressed against me. My knees are growing watery.
I stiffen them and walk, awkward as hell, toward the bedroom. “Now’s the time to say you’re not ready.”
Because the minute we step over the threshold, I’m not going to be able to restrain myself. I’m already on the edge. She shakes her head, and I carry her right over to the bed, following her down to the mattress.
My hands fumble with her shirt, but I manage to get it over her head. I take a moment to appreciate the full display of her body.
“You’re too sexy.” I draw a line down the center of her chest, my finger bumping over the little bow in the valley of her bra. Satisfaction fills me when she shivers.
“And you’re too pretty.”
I stop right before her belly button. “What?”
She scoots out from under my body and tugs on the bottom of my T-shirt. I lift my arms so she can take my shirt off too.
“Yes, all those girls at school were eyeing you like you were the last cupcake on the tray. I need you to be less attractive.” She smooths her hands down my chest. It’s my turn to tremble. “Less built.”
“I’ll stop working out. Eat more ice cream.
Fill myself up with you.” I capture her hands before they can reach my waistband.
I don’t have enough self-control left to stop myself from spilling in her palm.
I kiss her wrists and then push her down, pinning her flat on her back. “I’m yours to command.”
“Doesn’t look like it.” She twists her arms under my grip.
“After.” I twine my fingers through hers and move my way down her body.
“After what?”
“After I eat.” I release one hand to undo her jean shorts. She helps shimmy them off, and then her legs fall open. I capture her hand again and then use my chin to spread her thighs farther apart. Her sex glistens with the proof of her desire, and it makes me wild.
I devour her, licking her in long strokes until she’s writhing underneath me. She tries to escape my grasp, but I hold her tight. When her body is tense, when her fingers curl, and her heels dig into the mattress, I let her go.
She hisses out a curse word and glares at me narrow-eyed. “Get back here.”
“I will.” I shuck off my jeans and take my throbbing rod in hand.
“No. Wait.” Her hands come up to ward me off. “I’m having second thoughts. There’s no way.” She releases a strangled laugh.
“Rebel, you put me in your mouth.”
“I know, but suddenly it just looks way too big. This is not going to work.”
“It will. Promise.”
“What if it doesn’t?”
I place myself at the entrance of her sex, her pussy lips wet and swollen from my mouth, my tongue, my teeth.
“It will.” I push the tip in. There’s resistance.
She’s so small, and I’m so big. For a moment, I wonder if she’s right.
Maybe this won’t work. Maybe I’ll hurt her.
I would rather literally cut off my dick than hurt her.
“You aren’t thinking of stopping.” Her hand suddenly wraps around my wrist. “You do and I’ll kill you.”
A grin flashes across my face. “But then who will be here to fill you up?”
“You because you’re going to make me yours right now.” She grabs me around the neck with her free hand and drags my lips down to meet hers as if to say, Kiss me, fool. Enough of the talk. Start the action.
I kiss her like crazy, diving inside of her mouth.
While we’re kissing, I spread her pussy apart and push forward, as slowly and tenderly as I can because I love her and I want this to be good for her.
I want this to be making love, not sex, not a physical release.
I’m here, between her legs, in her arms, because she’s my whole world, because my sun rises and sets with her, because if she’s not with me, there’s no point in going on.
But she is with me. She’s urging me forward. She’s kissing me back. She’s moaning against my lips. She’s swallowing me up, and I’m living for it.
I push past that resistance and into the wet suck of her core.
She gasps but keeps me tight against her mouth, breathing my breath, filling me and then taking from me as she should.
I begin to move, slow at first and then faster as heated blood courses through my veins.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine.
My cock is harder than diamonds. The top of my head is about to blow off.
I break away from her mouth and beg, “Come for me, rebel. Come first for me.”
“I will, baby, I will.” She grips my arms. Her nails leave red marks in my flesh. She could be tearing me to shreds, and I would welcome it. All I know is that my cock is sheathed inside liquid silk, and it feels like heaven. “Harder,” she orders.
Her wish is my command. I let myself go and pound into her, digging one knee into the mattress to lever myself so deep inside of her that it leaves a mark. She comes, quivering and crying. And then I come too, quivering and shouting.
We’re one now, and what the gods have put together, no man can tear apart.