28. Countdown
Chapter twenty-eight
Countdown
I n the middle of my dad’s speech, my phone went off.
It wasn’t loud or anything. I’d told JP to remind me to set it to vibrate before we got to the gala. Which meant he knew it was on vibrate when he texted me as my dad took the stage.
Bastard
We’re leaving as soon as this is done, right?
Me
Yes
Bastard
Good. 60
I frowned at my screen, then glanced at JP, whose full attention was on my dad as he talked about… uh…
“—the importance of this event to maintain the cultural value of Montreal’s heritage. Your donations mean the Societe de protection de l’histoire de Montreal can continue their hard work—“
…protecting Montreal’s culture or something.
Me
What’s 60?
Bastard
59
A minute later, he texted again.
Bastard
58
Me
What are you counting down to?
Bastard
How long until my dick’s in your ass.
57
I rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my purse. Beside me, the corners of JP’s eyes crinkled.
I thought ignoring his messages would make him stop, but JP was dedicated to his countdown.
“Fifty-one,” he whispered when we stood to applaud my dad’s speech.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“Forty-six,” he said after we said goodbye to Kimberlee, who promised to let my dad know we’d actually said goodbye to her before heading out.
“Forty-four,” he said when we exited the lobby two minutes later. “Lucky you.”
“How is that lucky?” I asked dryly.
“I miscalculated how long it would take us to get out of there. So I guess you get a bit more foreplay before I shove my—”
“We are in public ,” I hissed.
“Forty-three,” he said.
He’d opted not to bother with valet parking, which ended up being good because we didn’t have to wait in the lineup of people leaving, so it took less time than he’d expected to get his car.
“Let me get that for you,” he said when we got there, moving past me so he could get the door.
My heart fluttered momentarily, a light feeling that almost made me feel sick because it was too romantic, too couple-like, too not-a-casual-thing for him to do.
But then he paused, used his body to push mine against his car door, and captured my lips with his. When he pulled back, I was breathless, and there was a grin on his face.
“Thirty-nine,” he whispered.
“Are you counting to sixty each time or something?” I asked.
He just grinned wider. “Excuse me. I can’t get the door for you when you lean against it like that.”
Heat rose in my cheeks and I shoved him away. “Fuck you.”
He chuckled, his lips brushing against my cheek as he opened the door for me. “Soon. In the ass. Remember?”
“No, I’d most definitely forgotten.” I climbed in, continuing only after JP walked around the vehicle and slid into the driver’s seat. “And are you sure that’s what you want out of this? I mean, you haven’t brought it up at all. I can’t think of a time you mentioned anything even remotely related to fucking me in the ass.”
“Babe, I want nothing more.”
“Don’t call me babe,” I grumbled.
JP turned the key in the ignition. “Thirty-seven.”
We didn’t talk much on the drive back, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Partially because it meant JP wasn’t counting down every minute on the minute, but also because it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was tension in the air between us, but it wasn’t the same crawling, awkward tension that had come up at the gala when he said something he hadn’t wanted to say in front of my dad. No, it was more of an excited, alluring, anticipatory sort of tension. More than once, I caught JP tapping his fingers against the steering wheel when we were waiting at a light, and there was definitely a bulge in his suit pants that betrayed just how excited he was about this.
At least as excited as I was. Because while I might not have the parts to make my pants bulge when I was turned on, I had to assume the light, aching, craving sensation in the pit of my stomach that wanted to urge JP to drive a little faster had to be pretty similar.
“Fourteen,” JP said when he parked in his usual spot on the Marchands’ driveway and turned off the car.
“You’re pretty confident my butthole isn’t gonna need a lot of prep, hey?” I asked as I opened the car door.
He chuckled as he followed me, but didn’t say anything as the twin sounds of us closing our car doors echoed through the night. It wasn’t until we’d stolen away to my dad’s house, my heart racing as I opened the door and resisted the urge to creep up the stairs even though I knew he wasn’t home, and reached my bedroom that JP spoke again.
The moment I closed the door, he pulled me in for a kiss. I tried not to melt against him, tried not to make a noise as he ran his hands down my sides and pulled my lower body against his so I could feel how hard he was.
“Eleven,” he said.
“Mmm, about that…” I said.
Air puffed against my face as JP chuckled. “Oh?”
“You might need to reset your counter.”
I felt the smirk on his lips. “Let me guess. You’re backing out on me.”
Both of us were probably surprised when that offended me. Him because he probably didn’t expect it to; me because I didn’t think it would bother me that much.
“Of course not,” I snapped. “I just need a shower first.”
“Oh, sure,” he teased. “So you’re procrastinating your way out of it?”
He tried to kiss me again, but I dodged his lips and wriggled my way out of his arms. “No, stupid. I want to make sure everything’s clean before you stick your dick in my ass and I’m guessing it’s going to take more than two minutes of foreplay for you to get me ready enough that you don’t literally tear my asshole open.”
For once, JP didn’t have a witty response ready on the tip of his tongue. After letting go of me, I caught a moment of something on his face, which I thought was just surprise that I’d thought of something he hadn’t. Whatever it was, I ignored it, ducking into the bathroom before he could recover and do something stupid like suggest joining me.
Which was only stupid because I didn’t want to listen to him make fun of me as I put a shower cap on.
It didn’t take me long to shower. I’d shaved that morning, so all I had to do was scrub myself down, spending a little extra time making sure I got all the cum JP had left in my panties off, and dry myself. I didn’t even bother getting dressed, just wrapped my fluffy white bath sheet around myself, since it seemed pretty pointless to get dressed when JP was about to tear my clothes off again. Leaving the silk gown heaped on the floor, I took my shower cap off and stepped back into the bedroom barely ten minutes after I’d left it.
JP was sitting on the edge of my bed. He’d taken his suit jacket off and set it beside him and loosened his tie, but surprisingly enough, was otherwise dressed.
“I thought you’d be naked by now,” I said.
He looked up at me. The warmth of the shower faded all at once, my skin coated in ice and my feet frozen to the carpeted floor, as I saw the serious expression on JP’s face.
“We need to talk,” he said.
My stomach twisted, spinning around itself like the handles of a plastic grocery bag tightening painfully around a pair of fingers. “Talk?”
JP nodded, his throat flexing as he swallowed.
“Look, Nell,” he started. He thought for a moment, then sighed before continuing. “I wasn’t joking , exactly, about wanting to fuck you like that, but I wasn’t serious, either.”
“You weren’t?”
“I already knew I was going to say yes. I was giving you a hard time, but when you agreed… I mean, I kind of ran with it because you surprised me. But while I might be an asshole, I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want to be like him.”
We both knew he was talking about Clinton. “Okay.”
“I thought you were going to back out and I was going to tell you then that it was okay.” He looked up at me with an expression that mixed a plea to believe him with disappointment in himself. “This doesn’t have to happen. I would never make you do this, okay?”
Relief washed over me, strong enough that it must have shown on my face, but JP mistook its reasoning and grimaced.
“Fuck. See, I knew—Jeez, Nellie. I’m so sorry.” He started to stand up. “I’ll go. We’re not—”
“Oh, we are.”
I unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the ground. JP froze in an odd position, not quite sitting but not standing either. His mouth was still open, but it was round with shock for a moment before he shook it off.
“You just looked like you’d been given a last-minute pardon while on death row,” he said bluntly. “There’s no way—”
“Yeah, because I thought you wanted to talk ,” I said. “Like, talk-talk. Like ‘We need to talk’ kind of talk. And there’s nothing for us to talk about like that.”
It was a statement, not a question, and it was the truth. There was nothing for us to talk about because there was nothing between us that needed that sort of thing. But JP looked like he wanted to say something, so I continued before he could.
“You and I are… whatever. ‘Friends,’ sort of. That’s it,” I said. He nodded. “So I don’t want to ‘talk.’ I do want you to fuck me in the ass. I mean”—I scoffed, shaking my head—“I was trying not to let on that I wanted it so you'd think you were getting something out of this.”
“Seriously?” he said, amused.
“You know I haven’t before. Did you think I wouldn’t want to try it sometime?”
The amusement turned to a reluctant chuckle and he shook his head in defeat as he sat back on the edge of the bed. “I should’ve known.”
“Yeah. You should’ve.” I took a step towards him. “But if you don’t want to—”
“I never said I don’t want to,” he said.
“Good.” I took another slow step, then another. “Have you… ever? Done this before, I mean?”
His throat flex as he swallowed and he shook his head. “Not… really.”
“What do you mean, not really?”
“I tried, once.” He cleared his throat. “Like, with permission, obviously.”
I hesitated. “What happened?”
“Nothing bad,” he said quickly. “It just, uh, didn’t work out. With that person.”
“She changed her mind?” I took another step towards him.
“Something like that.” He reached for me, even though I wasn’t quite close enough to touch yet. “Have you ever done this?”
“Nothing except, you know. Fingers. Mainly with you.” I moved a bit closer. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
His arrogance shone through, a smirk playing on his mouth. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of you.”
I let the pet name slide, mostly because another step brought me close enough that he could grab me. “Get on with it, then.”
He slipped his hand around my hip and urged me forward, bringing me between his legs. His other hand reached up and cupped my cheek, guiding my face to his so he could press his eager mouth to mine. I made a soft noise as his hands moved, tracing up and down my body, caressing my waist and cupping my ass and feathering along my hips. After nipping at my lower lip, he pulled back, bringing his head down and taking my left nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whispered, then steadied myself on his shoulders as my whole body trembled because he nibbled on the sensitive little nub. Then I cried out, almost shaking, as he sank his teeth in harder.
He kept up the attention on my breasts, licking and sucking and kissing, as his fingers explored my ass more thoroughly. They dug in as he squeezed it, then inched closer and closer to my crack. When one of his fingertips finally slid into the valley, he paused, looking up with wide eyes and my nipple still pressed to his lips.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Ten,” I said.
He frowned. “You’re ten percent sure?”
“I want your cock in my ass in ten minutes.”