Chapter 18 Nash
I stood, picked up my little brother, and carried him to the guest room in the back and then silently closed the door behind him.
When I returned to the couch, Jovie was still laying there, but the pillows where her foot had been propped were kicked off, leaving no barrier between us anymore.
I sat down next to her, my eyes trying to inconspicuously look at her feet.
Fuck it.
“You had a long week. You interested in a foot rub? Maybe it’ll help ease the pain if your good one gets massaged?”
Her eyes went wide as her mouth dropped open, making a perfect ‘O’ shape that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. I wondered if she’d make a similar face when orgasming.
“That sounds nice,” she whispered.
I’m definitely going to be rubbing something else later thinking about that mouth.
Gently, I lifted her good foot onto my lap and scooted closer towards her. Slowly, I caressed the bottom of her foot with my fingers in an up and down motion, my thumb pressed firmly on the ball of her heel working to ease all the tension she held from the week.
Jovie’s head dropped back as a sigh escaped her lips, and I felt myself immediately grow hard again. Her foot was in my lap, just a millimeter away from my cock that was pressing trying to escape my jeans. I considered taking her foot and rubbing it against my length, just to get some relief from the ache I was feeling.
My mind started conjuring up the different things I wanted to do to her and with her.
“Mm, that feels so good, Nash,” she said.
Hell, she’s too easy to please. I wonder what she'd say when I'm sinking inside of her.
Slowly, my hand pressed up further, making its way to her ankle and then up to her bare calves again, kneading, massaging, and caressing her sore muscles. By the time I’d reached the top of her calves, that space right by her knees, I was so turned on I thought I might bust in my jeans. Jovie was wriggling underneath my grip with desire. I wondered how she’d react if I pinned her in place.
Our eyes locked and I watched as her chest rose rapidly up and down, her breathing ragged.
She gasped again when I found another knot in her calf, and the sound shot straight to my cock. I reached up, grabbed her hands, and pulled her onto my lap causing her to straddle my hips. I stared into those perfect green eyes that were now wild with lust as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head. That soft skin on her neck was intoxicating as I kissed and sucked it, making my way down to her chest.
“I want you so bad.” I whispered in her ear.
“I want you, too.”
Music to my fucking ears .
I pressed my lips on to hers, devouring that pout that I’d been thinking about for two weeks, hungrily. I was a bull, thirsty for water, and Jovie’s mouth was the only lake in miles.
My hand snaked under her shirt, grabbing one of those breasts I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about and teasing one of her perfect nipples that were now protruding through her tank top saluting me. I lifted her tank top up and over her head and then pressed down on her bra, freeing both breasts into my eager mouth as I took in a nipple and sucked hard.
Jovie arched her back into my mouth letting out a squeal that only stroked my ego. I needed to know I was driving her just as crazy as she was driving me. She ground harder into my lap, the friction from her shorts making me wonder if this was the first time since being a teenager that I might come from a little dry humping.
My hands snaked to the button on her jean shorts, undid it as she lifted her hips and allowed me to pull them from her waist. I brushed my hand over her clit as she shivered and pressed her tits into my chest harder.
“How wet are you right now?” I demanded as I continued to ravage her breasts. She was panting breathlessly while I stroked her clit through her underwear, pushed them to the side and dipped one finger inside her slit. “Have you been this wet all day? Or just since I came over?”
She was panting, her eyes were wild as my thumb pressed harder into her clit and I slid another finger inside of her.
So fucking sweet.
“Good girl, so wet. Just for me.” I murmured.
“Please…please,” she panted.
“Please what?” I asked, slowing down my movements as I felt her arousal coat my fingers easily.
“Please, I need this,” she groaned.
“Say it’s me who has you this wet and that you’ve been thinking about me all day.”
She groaned and didn’t respond so I slowed down my movements further.
“Fuck, Nash,” she cried again, “faster, please.”
“Say it, Jovie,” I commanded.
She sighed as I pressed in more firmly to her clit. I felt her wetness drip down my hand as she road me harder grinding back and forth, “Please Nash, I want to come. I’m wet only because of you.”
I growled, knowing she didn’t follow my instructions but wanting to reward her anyways. I picked up my speed as she road my hand eagerly, chasing her orgasm. When she finally hit her high, she cried out my name and it was worth the teasing to hear it come from such sweet lips while I felt her sex squeeze me tightly.
So fucking tight.
She lifted her head when the convulsing finished, a new fire licking behind her eyes. Suddenly, a phone started ringing from somewhere in the distance. It wasn’t loud enough to distract me from what we were doing, her fingers now fumbling for my jeans to release my cock. But as soon as it stopped, it started again and this time I was worried it might wake up Clay.
I broke away from her breast and removed her hands from my jeans. “Is that you?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” Jovie stated, breathlessly, her eyes hooded with desire.
But when it rang a third time, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I don’t want it to wake Clay.”
She sighed and reached over to the couch cushion to find it but couldn’t. I turned to look too, finally retrieving it right before the name of the caller disappeared from the screen – ‘ Patrick .’
That was enough to stop our momentum. I handed it to her as she looked back at me, her eyes widened.
“Is Patrick your boyfriend or something? Because this is now the second time he’s interrupted us.”
“Shit, no,” she sighed, and her eyes seemed genuine. “Patrick is my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him before I moved down here. It was never serious.”
“Seems like he hasn’t gotten the picture.” I said, lifting her from my hips easily and sitting her next to me on the couch.
“That’s not fair, I can’t control whether he calls me or not.”
“No, you can’t, but your little phone call just reminded me why I don’t get involved with city women and their drama.”
I stood up, smoothing my jeans down and headed to the door. “Have a good day with Clay tomorrow, take care of keeping that sting clean. You don't want it getting infected.”
I opened the door to her grandfather's house and slammed it behind me a little extra hard, my cock still swollen in my jeans but the frustration and anger that was inside me was enough to outweigh the desire I had for Jovie now.
Maybe Patrick really was her ex, but no woman of mine would ever have an ex contacting her this persistently. It was a firm reminder to me that nothing should ever happen between Jovie and me.
Fucking city girls.