Chapter 6 – Mindy
CHAPTER SIX
The wrong phone
Mindy
Kisses on my shoulder awaken me, and I smile into the darkness.
“Again?” I ask, my voice raspy from all the moaning and screaming I’ve done tonight. After the first time with Joe on top and the second with me riding him, we took a shower, where he lifted me easily and fucked me against the wall of the small space.
Then we slept for a while, and I woke up an hour later to the sound of Joe groaning.
Because I was giving him a hand job in my sleep.
Apparently I was dreaming of snow skiing, and his dick was my pole.
He didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to roll me onto my back, fold me in half like a sex taco, and rip more mind-blowing orgasms from me.
A hand roams over my hip and around to my sex. “Are you sore?” he asks, his throat sounding as rough as mine.
“Yes,” I admit, “but I’ll survive.”
I feel the curve of his lips against the back of my shoulder. “The best way to relieve soreness is with a massage, and I have just the tool.” He pokes me in the ass with his cock, which is miraculously hard again. I need to remember to ask him what kind of vitamins he takes.
Tilting my head around, I tease, “Are you a licensed massage therapist? Because I don’t deal with amateurs.”
Joe rolls me onto my stomach and straddles my thighs while he reaches for the almost empty box on the nightstand.
“I prefer on-the-job training,” he retorts, smacking his dick twice against my butt cheek. “Now get this pretty ass in the air before I decide to fuck it too.”
“Uh, negative, Ghostrider. We don’t have any lube, and that isn’t going back there,” I announce, wiggling my butt against his erection, “without copious amounts of lubrication.”
He dick-slaps me again. “Then do as you’re told, woman.”
I do, but only because his voice holds a hint of playfulness. Also because I’m horny again.
Seconds later, Joe is sheathed and entering me, his hands on my hips, binding me in place.
“Goddamn, baby. I’ve ridden this little cunt so much tonight, it’s all swollen and extra tight.” Joe’s fingers dig into my hips with a possessive hold, and I’m looking forward to seeing the marks he’s left on my body tomorrow.
“Turn on the light,” I request. “I want you to see that big cock sliding into what you own now.”
His dick twitches inside me. “Dammit, my dirty girl…” he croons, reaching over to flick on the lamp. “You like the thought of me watching while I split this pussy open?”
“Yes,” I whimper when his thick cock veins drag along my sensitive inner walls as he slides slowly in and out, hitting sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had.
Turning my face to the side, I catch our reflection in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Joe is behind me, his eyes cast downward, and the look on his face is the very picture of carnal. When he spreads my cheeks with his thumbs, a rumbling groan escapes his lips.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy it is to see my dick stretching you open. Claiming you.” His ass muscles flex when he gives me another long, languorous stroke. He seems to be mesmerized by the sight. And I’m mesmerized by him.
Then he pulls out to the tip before slamming home with a brutal thrust that has me clutching the sheets for dear life. Holy shit, this man is effing huge. He does it again, and his balls slap against my clit, drawing mewling sounds from my mouth that I’ve never made before.
“Do it again,” I demand, and I see a smile quirk up at the corner of his lips before he picks up the pace. The friction of his fat head sliding through my slickness combines with those delicious ball spanks against my clit, and I begin to rock back against him. Wanting more. Needing more.
Joe’s gaze doesn’t waver from where we’re joined. “I can’t wait to see how your pretty little cunt looks when you come around me, Minnie.” He slides one hand up and gathers my hair into a ponytail, using it like a rein to guide me back and forth along his length.
The bite of pain on my scalp is overridden by the devastating pleasure gathering between my legs. “Oh fuck, Joe. That feels so good,” I moan.
His voice deepens an octave. “I want to make you come until your bones ache. Until my face is the only one you see every time you slip your hand down into your panties. Until you’re physically unable to come unless you imagine my dirty words in your ear.”
As his cock perfectly strokes my G-spot, my fingernails dig so deeply into the sheets they will probably leave holes. A shudder ripples through me as Joe’s balls slap rhythmically against my clit, and I let out a wail that will probably have our neighbors calling security.
“Yes, baby,” he grunts, fucking me more deeply than I knew was possible. “Come like my good little slut.”
Fucking hell, that’s… unexpectedly hot. No one’s ever talked to me like that before, and the crudeness of it shoves me directly into a mind-shattering orgasm.
Lights flash around the periphery of my vision before congealing into a starburst that renders me blind for at least twenty seconds as Joe continues to drill into me, muttering a combination of obscenities and praise.
My spine dissolves like sugar in warm water, and my upper body falls forward to the mattress, leaving my ass in the air. Joe releases my hair and presses a hand in the center of my back, holding me down while he rails me like it’s his day job.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts between thrusts. The bed rocks hard, the headboard pounding a repetitive beat against the wall, competing with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. “I’ll never get enough of this perfect cunt.”
His sweat drips against my back, and he rubs it in with smooth circles, like he wants to mark me. Widening his knees, he nudges my legs farther apart and somehow goes so deep I can feel him bumping my cervix.
“Joe, kiss me,” I beg, needing to feel the intimacy we shared before.
He drapes himself over my back, and I turn my head, finding his mouth. Our tongues tangle as he rides me down to the mattress, sliding one hand beneath me to feather my clit.
“Give me one more, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
“I can’t,” I groan.
“You can, Minnie.” He kisses me again, slowing the rhythm of his hips to a rolling, sultry motion that coaxes my body exactly where he wants it. “Do it for me.”
My vagina rallies like a champ, eager to please the man doing incredible things to my body, and I feel my inner walls begin to flutter.
Joe smiles into the kiss, the smug, sexy bastard.
When he covers my hand and links his fingers between mine, my heart twists in my chest. I’m falling for this guy. Hard.
Our orgasms take root at the same time, growing and blossoming into something erotic and cloying. We shake with the force of it, bodies moving together, connected by something deeper than sex.
When the climax finally fades away, we’re left plastered together, sweaty, exhausted, and breathing like we’ve just run ten miles.
Joe’s voice breaks through my post-sex haze. “Did you put a magic potion inside your pussy or something? Because that was phenomenal.”
I giggle and shake my head. “You’re the one with the magic penis.”
He pulls out and rolls me over, settling back on top of me and stroking some damp hair from my face with tender fingers. “Maybe we’re magical together.”
I search his brown eyes and ask something I probably have no business asking. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
His perfectly formed lips turn up just slightly. “I never have before, though I’m no expert on the subject. Do you think that’s what’s going on here? That we’re two souls who found each other?”
“It sounds crazy,” I say, deciding to walk it back a little before he thinks I’m some kind of nut. “It’s probably just really mind-blowing sex.”
“Mind-blowing, huh?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
I spank his ass. “Like you don’t know you’re good in bed.”
“Don’t forget in the shower,” he reminds me, making me smile for the millionth time tonight.
“Your aquatic skills are unrivaled,” I assure him.
“Speaking of that, we should probably rinse off and then get some more sleep.”
My eyes narrow. “No more funny business in the shower. My old girl needs a break.”
“Don’t worry,” he says, pushing off me with his arms and landing on his feet beside the bed like a big, naked gymnast. “I’m saving the last condom for our pre-breakfast activities.”
I groan when he pulls me from the bed. “You, sir, are insatiable.”
“That’s how I’m going to make you fall for me, Minnie. And then I’ll really turn on the charm.”
As he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, I think…
Too late.
We’re back in the bed, and the first rays of morning are barely peeking through a crack in the curtains. Just enough that I can see Joe’s sleeping face in the near darkness.
He really is a beautiful man. Chiseled jaw. Kissable lips. Long, dark eyelashes that rest on his cheeks as he sleeps. I stroke the stubble on his chin, loving the feel of the roughness beneath my fingertips.
My eyes travel down to his exposed chest and the black hair there.
It’s just the right amount to be sexy. I smile as I follow the trail of hair down beneath the sheet.
Caroline told me once that, depending on what it’s leading to, it can either be called a disappointment trail, a happy trail, or an ecstatic trail.
Joe definitely falls into the latter category.
I’d be a very lucky woman, indeed, if I got to sleep with this man every night for the rest of my life.
My head shakes back and forth, trying to dislodge that crazy-ass thought from my brain.
I barely know Joe, and here I am using the word “forever” like I have any right to.
But damn, it’s hard not to dream when he mixes in those sweet things he says with his dirty talk. Not just during sex, but also afterward, even when the post-coital haze has dissipated. He’s so open, and I can read the honesty in his eyes… in his every reverent touch.
I close my eyes and rest my head on Joe’s chest, inhaling the scent of hotel soap and the faint remnants of cologne on his skin. Just as I’m about to drift off, my bladder taps insistently against my innards, as if to say, “Hey, girl. Road trip?”
Dammit. Carefully, I extricate myself from Joe’s arm around my back and slide from the bed.
Making my way to the bathroom, I relieve my bitchy bladder and stand in front of the mirror to wash my hands.
My hair is absolute chaos, and I have stubble burn around my mouth, down my neck, and across my chest. My makeup looks like I’ve been shot in the face with one of those high-powered hoses from the car wash.
Leaning over, I splash water on my face and do my best to clean up with a white washcloth.
Checking my reflection again, I nod approvingly.
Much better, though my hair… Jesus Christ. I do my best to tame down the mess with my fingers, but while Joe rocks that sexily mussed look without effort, I still appear as though some wild woodland creature has used my head for nesting purposes.
Creeping back into the main room, I pick up my phone to check the time.
Only the lock screen photo isn’t the one of me and my mom.
It’s Joe with an older woman that has to be his mother.
They have the same dark hair, olive skin, and brown eyes.
She’s a stunner, and I wonder if his brothers are just as handsome.
Then a message notification pops up, and I freeze.
I should really put this phone down, but I don’t.
Instead, I inspect the profile photo of a raven-haired woman with blue eyes and the most gorgeous face I’ve ever seen.
Like, she could audition for the role of an angel in a movie and instantly be cast.
Then I read the damn message.
Darling Fiancée: I’m on the way to the hairdresser to get ready for the wedding. I can’t wait to see you!
The notification disappears when the screen goes black, and, like the glutton for punishment I am, I tap the screen to revive it.
I’m not sure if I expected it to miraculously be different, but once again, I’m surprised by the beauty on the screen with the same message underneath.
My eyes blur when I once again read her contact name in his phone. Darling Fiancée.
That’s when the truth hits me. His brother isn’t getting married today.
Joe is.