34. APRIL
APRIL
The ties of my calf-length twill coat hung loosely at my side. I adjusted the belt one more time, before closing the coat to reveal a heavy amount of cleavage, while hiding the silky number beneath.
I held my chin high and winked at myself one last time before sauntering out the door.
I tried not to wobble on my four-inch heels.
As much as I adored the way my legs appeared shapelier, and my posture changed to enhance the perkiness of my ass, the numb feeling in my toes had started creeping in.
If this little stunt had the desired effect I thought it would, I wouldn’t be on my feet for very long anyways.
The elevator doors slid open and I paused, taking in Mr. and Mrs. Norrister from three floors up.
Pushing down my embarrassment, I stepped in and turned my back to them.
I jabbed at the button to Josh’s floor and wished I could disappear into the mirrored walls of the elevator.
Jesus Christ. Of all the people I had to run in to in my pretty-woman-state, was the Norristers.
They were the quintessential, polished couple with sweater vests and pearls. Her, not him.
A few seconds later, the elevator dinged and she all but dashed out of the doors, practically dragging him behind her, as if they were fleeing from a villain.
Why had I thought the hooker-trench-coat thing was a good idea?
Right, because it was my turn to do for him, what he did for me.
I had overheard Carlos and his locker-room chatter with Milos, doubting Josh was seeing anyone.
That wasn’t fair. I needed to prove he was.
His bet was just as important as mine was.
As I got to Josh’s floor, my heart hammered. Was I about to do this? Damn right, my little vixen’s voice echoed in my ears. I exited and began my walk down the corridor. My heels clicked against the porcelain tiles with each strut toward his door.
Before knocking, I smoothed out the front of my jacket, the knotted straps fell loose, so the jacket opened slightly, revealing just enough of the barely-there outfit hidden underneath. Here goes nothing.
Two raps on his door and I heard his voice call out, “One second.”
Quickly, I leaned against the frame of his door and opened the coat wider for a full view, then began twirling one of the straps. My entire body trembled with a mix of anticipation and nerves, waiting for him to open the door.
The latch clicked and there was a low gasp. He just stood there, blinking at me. Shock was the first thing that registered. Then his mouth twitched into a smile that could have melted the panties right off me in the doorway before he yanked me inside and pinned me against the wall.
Well damn, this worked.
His mouth was on mine, fast and heavy. He tasted like beer as we hungrily devoured each other.
Then in an instant, he stopped. His body stayed pressed to mine as he loudly growled, “Out!”
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, until I heard the scraping of chairs on the floor.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
Christ.
He wasn’t alone.
It was like everything moved in a sequence of slow motion. I watched as Jake, Carlos, Kev, and Milos stared at us, slack-jawed, as they passed covering their eyes.
“April, Josh. Have a good night.” Jake smirked on exit.
My face was buried deep into Josh’s chest, who hadn’t moved in the time it took them to vacate the room. Which was good to know that in a fire, they could.
The door shut and Josh’s eyes found mine. He slowly stepped back and stared at me. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I—I forgot…poker,” I stammered, completely unable to formulate a sentence. I had. I had thought I was going to tempt him before he went out, not that it was at his place.
“If any one of them caught even a glance at you, I’ll kill them myself.”
Shit, the protective and possessive Josh was damn sexy.
“Don’t like to share?” I teased.
“Is that funny?”
“A little.”
He stepped toward me, his eyes were laser focused. “Mine.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
His arm locked around me as he pulled me into him and crushed my lips with his. It was a statement. There was no denying that he was making his claim on me. And I was here for it. His fingers gently brushed across my shoulders, pushing the jacket off.
“First, I’m going to savor every inch of you in this outfit. Then, I’m going to fuck you in it. Right here.” His tone was stern, matter-of-fact.
Holy fucking hotness.
He stepped back to appreciate the outfit.
He licked his lips as he circled me. His fingers leaving a delicate trail across my goose-bumped skin.
His eyes took in every inch of me, from my heels to my thigh-high black lace stockings, to my one-piece black lace lingerie set, lingering on the swell of my cleavage that had spilled over the top, and finally landing on the small tattoo I got last week.
I should have felt unnerved by the way he was staring at me, instead I felt empowered. The way his eyes shadowed with lust. The kind that promised me several orgasms and difficulty walking tomorrow.
My body thrummed with anticipation of his unspoken promises. But since this was my night, my plan to seduce him, I wanted to role-play a little.
“What do you want to do first?” I sing-songed.
Without even hesitating, he growled, “Knees.”
I knelt down on the floor. “Is this better?”
“Hmm.” The bulge in his pants looked like it needed relief. My hand began tracing the shape of his dick. He groaned in response.
“Let me help with this,” I crooned, taking down his pants and underwear in one move, allowing his perfectly-shaped cock to spring free. “Such a great cock.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Perfect, thick, and long,” I whispered into his raging hard-on, before licking my lips and drawing up the underside of his dick with my newly manicured nails. He hissed and bucked in response. Earning a tsk-tsk from me.
“No moving.”
He sucked in a breath through his teeth, while I gazed up at him from my knees, taking his shaft in my hand and stroking it.
I don’t care what kind of power move this was, but watching him, watching me on my knees stroking him, was hot.
Next level hot. Eagerly, I licked my lips, never taking my eyes off him.
I brought his dick to my tits and traced over the tops of them.
His eyes were wide as he watched. He shuddered when I cupped his balls and gently rolled them.
His hands trembled gently at his side and it was fucking adorable.
I took his cock, leaned forward slowly, licking the tip.
I heard him grunt as I ran my tongue all the way down and back up, before taking him in my mouth.
I moved him where I needed him, pushing him further into my mouth and back out with precision. His hand wound into my hair as I worked him up.
“April,” he groaned.
It only made me take more from him. He pumped into me.
“April. I…” He stammered and before I could respond, he yanked himself away.
I pouted. “But, why?”
“I told you. I plan to fuck you,” he growled, yanking me up to my feet and spinning me around. A second later, there was a thwap and a sting on my ass cheek. It elicited a moan from me.
Josh’s chest pressed against my back. My hips involuntarily shifted into him, feeling how hard he was.
His arms snaked around me, up my breasts, squeezing each one.
My nipples pebbled in excitement. He left a trail of kisses down my neck until he hit that sweet spot that sent a flurry of butterflies to my tummy.
His fingers worked down the fabric of the lace until he was between my thighs. He pulled it to the side, his fingers delicately dancing around my swollen clit. Teasing me, until he finally plunged a finger inside. “Fuck, yes.”
He nuzzled my earlobe, while his dick was pressed into my ass and his fingers worked in meticulous fashion, bringing me to the edge. It was sensory overload and I was damn near breaking. When his thumb firmly pressed on my clit and massaged it, I exploded on him.
My body shuddered underneath him.
His hot breath whispered into my ear, “The next one is going to be better.”
How it was even possible to top that, was beyond me, but I was down for trying.
“It would be a shame to waste the outfit,” he said, turning me toward the mirror at the front of the hall.
“It would.” I nodded.
He grinned and pointed at the bench. “Bend over.”
Without hesitating, I bent over in front of the floor-length mirror. My hands held onto the bench as Josh stepped in behind me. He kicked my legs apart.
“Your eyes never leave that mirror,” he stated sternly. “You’re going to watch me fuck you senseless, so you can see what you do to me.”
I had never fucked in front of a mirror.
I barely liked the lights on and yet, somehow, right now it was downright erotic.
The way my tits spilled out of my outfit, the way I could see him behind me, was intimate in a way I’d never known, or wanted.
Scratch that. I was eager for it. My eyes stayed focused on the mirror.
“Did you like that tap on your ass earlier?”
I nodded. Because for some reason, I did.
“You like being marked by me?” he croaked.
“Yes.”
Smack.
I sucked in a breath. It felt so good and so naughty at the same time.
“This is mine,” he says, adding another smack. “My hips.” He rubbed his dick against me. “My ass.” He nipped at it, making me whimper. It felt so fucking good.
“Say it.”
I didn’t.
Smack.
“Say it.”
“Yours,” I said breathlessly.
“Louder,” he commanded.
“Yours!” I cried out loudly as his palm connected with my ass. The sting almost made me orgasm right then.
“You like that?”
I all but panted, “Yes.”
And then without any more warning, he slammed into me. I moaned in pleasure.
“More,” I begged.
He slid in and out of me. My eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him fuck me. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pushed in and out, and I loved it. I fucking loved watching him come undone through the glass.
“You do this to me,” he groaned. “You make me crazy for you,” he growled, as he repeatedly slammed into me. My orgasm built with each of his confessions.
“I love watching you fuck me,” I cried.
Our bodies moved together. The sound of my wetness rang out across the apartment and I didn’t even care.
I wanted people to know I was being fucked in the best possible way.
And it was that thought that took me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me.
Josh was right behind me, panting and sweating, as he spilled inside me.
We both glanced at each other in the glass’s reflection.
Our hair was matted from sweat, our chests were heaving, and we both were sporting ridiculous grins.
He gently pulled out of me and helped me stand.
With no other words, he tugged me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and peeled me out of my lingerie.