Chapter 2 #3
Shit. Josie had forgotten all about her friend.
Leave it to Jake to be the considerate one.
Josie had let her body take over and wipe away all traces of common sense and courtesy.
He led her to the edge of the dance floor and Josie waved, capturing Shelly’s attention.
She gestured to Jake and pointed to the back door.
“Full moon,” she mouthed.
Shelly grinned and held up her finger. “One hour?” Though Josie couldn’t hear Shelly’s voice, she could read the words on her lips.
Josie nodded slowly. Damn. One hour? Will that be enough time?
Jake, who had watched the exchange, chuckled and echoed her thought. “I guess we’ll have to make the most of this next hour, then.”
She let him pull her away from the crowded floor. “This is the last full moon for us, Jake.” She wasn’t sure why she’d felt compelled to make the pronouncement, but she didn’t doubt for a moment, the words were meant for her, not him.
He released her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. “We’ll see.”
She wanted to dig in her heels, fight him on that point before they went any further. She needed to make him understand that this would definitely be their final night together. It had to be.
Unfortunately, her physical needs kept her quiet and she didn’t say anything.
Instead, she followed him to the back exit.
They stepped out into a dark, somewhat-secluded alley.
While the area was shadowed and not well-traveled, anyone could walk along—either from the street, the exit they’d just used or from the back door of the building adjacent to Blue Moon.
Jake let her take in their surroundings for a minute or so before asking, “Public enough?”
There was an undeniable thrill attached to the knowledge that anyone could come along at any moment. The chance of being caught combined with Jake’s hungry look was intoxicating. Perfect. “Yeah. It is.”
“Too cold?”
It was mid-February and there was a brisk breeze blowing. Regardless, after spending nearly an hour in the overheated club, the cool air felt good on her skin. Maybe the chill would clear her head, convince her this wasn’t such a good idea. She was starting to like Jake way too much.
Before she could reconsider, he pressed her against the back wall of the bar and kissed her. Josie melted into him as memories of their first night together drifted back to her. She hadn’t imagined any of it. He was an amazing kisser.
Jake took possession of her mouth like a man on a mission. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring the sweet taste of soda on his tongue. He was yummy and she wanted more.
His hands drifted to her jacket, parting it to squeeze her breasts through her sweater. He was rougher than she remembered, his passion fueling her own. She gripped his hair tightly when it appeared he’d stop kissing her, pulling his lips back to hers.
Jake groaned, so she pulled harder. Her aggression turned him on. He slipped his hands beneath her sweater and pinched her nipples.
Her head flew back against the wall as the sensual assault drove her higher. Her pussy grew wet. Or wetter. Her arousal had sparked and fired the moment Jake had whispered his invitation to fulfill her fantasy at the table.
“I want you so much,” she muttered against his cheek when his lips traveled along her throat, his tongue and teeth toying with her earlobe.
“What’s the next full moon?”
Josie’s fingers dug into his shirt and she struggled to understand his question. “What?”
Jake was still kissing her neck, his hungry nips and sucks driving her crazy. Her neck was a serious erogenous zone and Jake was using that knowledge against her.
“What’s next month, Josie?” His tone was darker, more demanding.
She struggled to remember the next item on the list. “Um, anal? I think.”
He growled—an honest to God growl—and her nipples tightened, her pussy clenched. She’d never been with such a physically sexy man. It made her feel reckless, thrilled.
“Mine.” He punctuated the declaration with a red-hot exclamation point when he lifted her skirt, pushed aside the string of her thong and shoved two fingers inside her cunt.
“Holy fuck. Yes.” Her hips thrust forward, trying to push him deeper, but Jake refused to move.
“Say it, Josie. Say the next full moon is mine.”
She frowned, trying to pull away from him, to recapture her wits. “I told you, I—”
“The next one is mine or you don’t get tonight’s.”
She gasped for breath when he began driving his fingers inside her. It was too much. And nowhere near enough. She wanted his cock. “Jake, stop. Please. I need you. Now.”
His hands stilled. “I’m just asking for a fair exchange. Give me what I want and I’ll fuck you senseless against this wall.”
He grazed her clit with his thumb. Just a touch and it was gone.
“You’re cheating.”
His face softened. “I can’t be fair when it comes to you.
If I give you this fantasy, there’s not a doubt in my mind you won’t be back.
You don’t want to give me your phone number, fine.
You’re looking for something you can control, something casual, I get it.
So I’m taking what I can. I want you to promise me the next full moon. ”
His words pierced deeply, cut cleanly through the blanket of painful memories she’d wrapped herself in to keep herself safe, to preserve her from making the same mistakes.
He’d managed to touch a part of her soul she thought was dead and found a way to make her hope for a happy future, love, companionship.
“Fuck,” she muttered, fighting to batten down the hatches again. This was why she should have stayed away. And exactly why she couldn’t. “Fine. It’s yours.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise you can have the next full moon.”
A smile so genuine covered Jake’s face, wiping away all her doubts.
He kissed her again as he slowly pulled his fingers out.
She heard the zipper of his pants lower, then the crinkle of a condom. She didn’t bother to open her eyes. Instead, she let herself fall into the beauty of his lovely kisses as his lips consumed hers, then her cheeks, her forehead, her neck. He was everywhere. Surrounding her with warmth and peace.
Jake’s cock touched her clit as he sought entrance to her body. She reached down to help guide him home.
His strong hands cupped her ass, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, the wall at her back supporting most of her weight.
Jake didn’t hesitate. He plunged deep on the first thrust and Josie felt the immediate spark of her climax.
Between his sweet words, hard fucking and the knowledge that anyone could walk by at any moment, Josie’s body had shifted into overdrive and she was helpless to resist the orgasm that shook her.
Jake continued to fuck her as she trembled in his arms, her legs tightening around his waist.
“Do that again,” he demanded, his fingers digging into her ass.
Fingertips slipped into the slit, one grazing her anus, reminding her of the promise she’d just made.
Pain mixed with pleasure as he pushed her harder, higher.
All Josie could do was hang on for dear life, and he fucked her into beautiful oblivion again.
When her pussy muscles constricted, signaling her second climax, Jake was there. With her. In her.
He groaned as he came, his body stiffening with each hard pulse.
For several breathless moments, neither of them moved.
Then Josie slowly lowered her legs, fighting to find her balance and grateful for Jake’s support, wobbly though it was.
She suspected they were holding each other up.
Jake’s soft cock slipped free and she lowered her skirt as he removed the condom, tossing it into a nearby dumpster before fastening his jeans.
“You okay?”
She nodded, touched by his concern and numb with the realization of what she’d just done.
She’d pledged something to him she shouldn’t have.
One night with Jake had been deadly to her libido as she’d spent the past few weeks in a haze of unending horniness—fantasizing and reliving every moment spent with him.
Tonight’s adventure had only strengthened that bond, making him harder to resist. If she gave him another night…
“Jake,” she started.
He shook his head. “You promised, Josie, and I’m holding you to it. Have you ever experimented with anal before?”
“No, not really.” Tony hadn’t been interested and she’d always been afraid to suggest it. Worried he’d think she was twisted, kinky or even a whore. God, had she really been such a weakling?
“Would you seriously want to try something like that with someone you didn’t know and trust?”
She hadn’t considered that. Hell, apart from writing down every unfulfilled fantasy she’d ever had, she hadn’t really thought about how she would achieve them.
She’d simply looked at the next one on the list and headed out with a single-minded determination to get what she wanted.
It had worked with the stranger sex and even the sex in public, but Jake raised a good point.
There were more than a few things on her list she would never attempt with someone she didn’t know.
He had her over a barrel and his cocky smirk proved he knew it.
She sighed heavily. “No. I wouldn’t try that with a stranger. I’ll come back next month.”
Jake grinned. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“I don’t like being coerced. You’re forcing my hand and—”
She didn’t have a chance to finish, when Jake turned her quickly, pushing her face toward the wall of the bar. His hand dipped beneath her skirt once more. “Open your legs.”
She reacted without thought, feeling her body heat up again despite the fact she’d just come—twice.
His fingers slipped along her slit, gathering moisture from her pussy, dragging it back to her anus. He pressed the tip of one finger inside her ass and froze.
Josie’s breathing became ragged, her heart racing with anticipation. And desire. “God. Jake.”
He pressed a little deeper, the pressure pinching, but not in a completely painful way. Her interest in pursuing this fantasy was sparked even more.
“Next month, I’m going to lay you facedown across my bed. I’ll put a pillow under your hips, lube up this tight little hole and show you exactly how good this fantasy is going to feel.”
Josie wiggled closer, forcing herself not to beg him to take her home right now. “Yes,” she hissed.
Jake pushed the slightest bit deeper, then withdrew.
Josie pressed her forehead against the cool siding, gasping for breath. Jake wrapped her in his embrace, providing warmth and support.
“I’m not going to let you back out of this.”
He’d made his point. Perfectly. He’d whetted her appetite for more, made sure there was no force on earth that would keep her from seeking him out on the next full moon. “I won’t break my vow. One month. I’ll be back here then.”
“Let’s skip a few steps. Meet me at my house on March twentieth. I’ll make you dinner.”
She stiffened her spine and turned to face him. “This isn’t a date, Jake. It’s just sex.”
He shrugged off her argument. “Semantics.”
She narrowed her eyes, but he cut off her argument. “Just be there. Okay?”
Josie nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her one last time. His lips pressed against hers sweetly, hotly. Then he muttered a quiet goodbye and walked back into the bar.