12. Chapter 12
THE HAVOC played an amazing game and won by two. And as usual, Joaquín had a stellar night and ended with only one penalty for high sticking. I know he tries to control himself, but he’s a passionate person and can get a little mad when things don’t go his way.
I yawn and stretch my arms above my head and now I’m dreading driving home because it’s a good thirty minutes from Jordan and Joaquín’s place, and after practice and the little sleep I got while I was away I’m exhausted.
“Wanna stay here tonight?” Jo asks as he stands from the couch, stretching himself.
“You don’t mind?”
He shakes his head and covers his mouth that is wide with a yawn. “Nah. You practically live here, anyhow. Might as well just stay here when Jo is gone.”
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll text him to let him know.”
Jordan takes our trash to the kitchen and grabs one more delectable donut, shoving half in his mouth in one go.
“So,” I breach. “You and Brooke, huh? That girl gave me quite the earful about you two.”
He chokes at my words, and bits of donut go flying out over the counter. He pounds on his chest, trying to unlodge the food that is stuck, and flips on the faucet before sticking his mouth straight into the running stream.
“Oh. Calm down, drama queen. She just told me you slept together. I forced her to stop giving me any details. There is no way in hell I want any visual of you doing those types of things stuck in my head,” I tell him.
“How the hell do you think I feel? I walked in on you and Jo practically…” he shivers and shakes out his arms and legs. “I can’t even say the words. Just know that I feel the same way.”
I walk over to him and throw my arms around his neck while standing on my tip toes. “I’m really happy for you Jo. It’s about time you quit letting that evil, fart breath bitch ruin your love life. Brooke is exactly what you need.”
“Fart breath bitch?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
“Yup. She always looked like she smelled one, so I figured it was her own smelly mouth. You know, with all the nasty dick she was sucking.”
Jordan stares at me with a blank face for a moment, then busts out laughing so hard that I practically fall to my ass when he leans backward. Instead he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up for a tight hug.
“Thanks Bunny. I needed that. And you’re right. I think I need Brooke, too.” He kisses my forehead with a loud smack.
“You’re welcome Bubba. And I know. I’m always right.”
We say goodnight and I cuddle up in Joaquín’s bed that smells of him.
Something warm wraps around me like a cozy blanket. It snakes over my waist and smooths over my stomach. A gentle caress strokes over my legs and when I feel a familiar tingle, I flutter my eyes open knowing exactly what has woken me. I roll over on my back and a beautiful face greets me.
“Hi Bunny,” he whispers.
“Hi.” My voice is raspy and dry from the hours I spent asleep.
“I called you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was so tired, I guess I just fell asleep.” I reach up and comb my fingers through his dark hair.
Joaquín leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I missed you.”
My smile is big and bright and everything in me begins to light up. “It was only a few days,” I remind him.
His face grows serious and he looks intently at me. “It was a few years. And I missed you every second of every day for four years.”
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me and showing him I feel the same by kissing him with every ounce of passion. He grows hard and I already know that sleep will just have to wait.
His hands slide up my t-shirt and the calloused skin on his fingers send a wave of chills over my body. “We need to be quiet, but I have to have you. I’ve been dreaming of the way your pussy tastes. I’m a hungry man, baby, so open wide and let me feast.” Joaquín’s filthy words have me squeezing my legs together.
Slowly I slide my legs apart and he kneels between them. With only the moonlight shining in from the large glass doors, I watch as Joaquín flips each button on his shirt, one by one at a leisurely pace. All the while, his eyes stay glued to me. When he’s removed his shirt and his belt hangs open, he drops himself within an inch of my pussy and looks up at me before growling and sucking me into his mouth.
My back arches when his tongue pokes and prods at me. A small mewl pours from my mouth and when Jo hushes me, his warm breath tickles my already sensitive clit.
“Joaquín,” I pant. “I need to…I don’t know if I can hold it back.”
His long arm crawls up my body and he shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Suck on these, Bunny. Suck hard. Like it’s my dick that you’re drinking from.”
He buries his face between me and pushes and pulls his thick fingers from my mouth. I close my mouth around them and moan, imagining it’s his hard cock that I’m sucking on. A spark lights in my toes and it spreads like wildfire.
I clamp my legs around Joaquín’s face and gyrate my hips. My tipping point comes, and my teeth dig into his fingers. Something feels different but before I can pinpoint it, everything around me goes silent as I’m thrown straight into an abyss. My lungs constrict and my body goes rigid.
When the last of my orgasm leaves, I relax my jaw and drop my arms limply to my side. I see Jo rise, a wicked gleam all over his face.
“Oh shit, Jo. I didn’t know you could do that.”
I push up on my elbows, confused and still trying to clear the fog from my head.
“Do what?”
“Squirt.” He says the word and it echoes like a scream across a canyon.
With my jaw hanging open, I flop back on the bed and throw my arm over my eyes.
“Oh gah. Kill me. That’s so embarrassing.” I am utterly mortified and just want to crawl into a hole.
I feel my arm being tugged from my face and I squeeze my eyes tighter.
“I fucking loved it. I can’t wait to make you do it again.”
I pop open one eye, squinting in the dim light. “You’re a freak.”
“You don’t even know the half of it.” He jumps from the bed, tears off his pants and boxers, then takes my ankles in one hand. “Let me show you.”
My body is yanked to the edge of the bed and I yelp. He grips my legs and holds them up high. Slowly he crosses one ankle over the other and holds them tight as he moves them to rest on one shoulder. His hold is tight and painful, but none of that matters when he plunges into me and takes my breath away.
“Fuck,” he groans and pumps. “Jesus, you’re tight.”
The way he holds my legs closed allows me to feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his dick. He thrusts his powerful hips, and his balls slap against my ass. The sensation sets off alarm bells that a second wave is coming.
He grunts and sweat glistens off of his hard chest. My arms are splayed, looking for something to tether me to the bed when my body lifts off the mattress with each hard thrust.
“Open,” I hear him command, and my eyes fling wide.
He holds two fingers at my lips and I cautiously open them and he shoves them in and tells me to get them nice and wet. When I do, he slips them out with a pop and I quickly feel his two soaked fingers prodding at my back entrance.
“Jo. No-oooh god. Yes. Fuck.” The intense feeling from the other night hits me again and my eyes cross behind my lids.
His hips and fingers move in sync, in and out as he works to bring me to another orgasm. I slide up and down the mattress with the force he uses to fuck me. My tits bounce and I squeeze one, rolling my nipples between my fingers, and it’s that last bite of pain that sets me off.
I grab a pillow and hold it over my face, muffling the obscene noises that drip from my mouth. My teeth rip at the pillowcase as the orgasm drags on. A gush of cold air licks across my face when the pillow is pulled off of me, and I witness Joaquín’s fierce look when he comes.
His sharp jaw clenches, and I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he throws his head back. He finishes and releases my ankles, allowing my legs to flop, boneless and as if they weigh a ton. He slips his fingers from my ass while two from his other hand dip inside my swollen pussy. They slide out of me and he brings them to my lips.
“Taste us, Bunny. Taste how good we are together.”
Jesus , he can do dirty talk like a fucking porn star.
After I’ve licked his fingers clean, he rushes to his en suite to grab a warm washcloth, cleans me up, then slides in bed behind me. He spoons me and rests his head on my shoulder, his breaths cooling my hot and slick skin.
“I want to fall asleep like this forever. Goodnight, Bunny.” He kisses my cheek and falls quickly and fast asleep.
It takes me a little longer as his words roll around and around in my overthinking mind. Was that something he said as just an afterthought to our love making? Or is he possibly serious?
Could this really be forever?