Chapter 8
Leslee
By the next morning, the weather has turned and the rain continues for the next couple of days, leaving us no choice but to play all the board games that have been tucked away, some seemingly for years.
With each roll of the dice, the tension between us builds.
Every time his hand brushes mine, I feel a tingle. And not just where our skin touches. Sometimes, I have to shift my arm, hoping he won’t notice how my nipples tighten or I shift in my seat, clenching my pelvic muscles together.
As the hours tick by, the less we say to each other.
“Damn it,” Joe growls when the dice he just rolled slide off of the table. I reach down to pick them up, lifting my eyes to his face when I hear him groan.
His brown eyes look darker than ever, glued as they are to where my V-neck shows off my cleavage.
“Fuck it,” I respond, leaving the dice where they lay and stand up.
Quickly skirting the table, I straddle his lap before he can figure out my intent. Sliding my hand up into his hair, I see his eyes widen in surprise just as I slam my lips down onto his.
Joe feels like granite under my touch. I might as well be kissing a statue and almost snicker when I crack one of my eyes open enough to see his hand suspended in mid-air.
Which means, he’s not pushing me away.
This man is mine and the sooner he acknowledges it, the better chance we’ll have of surviving the storm once we return home.
Assuming we live that long. And as of this moment, I’ve decided it’s my God-given right not to die a virgin.
I thrust my pelvis forward, grinding it down over the protrusion I feel through his jeans and nibble on his bottom lip.
Mom does it to Dad all the… Eww… Okay… La la la… Blocking them out of my mind.
That’s when a sigh escapes him, giving me the shivers as it hits the moisture on my lips. Continuing to rub the seam of my shorts against the hardness forming on the other side of his zipper, I press my breasts into his chest and dart my tongue past his lips to taste him for the first time.
Joe’s tongue slowly wraps around mine and I nearly cry in relief. Then he finally moves his arm, threading his fingers into my hair and taking control of our kiss.
Where he was granite a few moments ago, some switch has flipped and he’s all fire now. Joe’s other hand is massaging its way from my knee up my leg. Reaching down, I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and pull it up, breaking our kiss only long enough to rid myself of that garment.
I’m woefully unprepared for this make-out session, try as I may to focus on the dance of our tongues, interspersed with the gentle kisses he gives me which allow me to catch my breath.
When I reach up to release the clasp of my bra, he grabs my hand, holding it in place.
“Leslee,” he gasps out my name, shaking his head at the same time.
Terrified that he’ll deny me what I want most in this world, my eyes meet his and I’m ashamed the moment I feel the tears welling up.
“I need you, Joe.” I instantly decide that I despise the pleading tone in my voice more than the unshed tears in my eyes.
As we stare into each other’s eyes, neither one of us blink.
He’s nearly twice as old as me; literally older and wiser in every way possible, but I refuse to back down.
Just when I’m about to fight his grasp to unsnap my bra, I feel his dick throb. My eyes widen in surprise just as it happens again, and I can’t help the grin that pulls up the corner of my mouth.
“You flinched. I win,” I whisper, before gently sucking on his bottom lip.
With those words, Joe stands up—his hand securely holding my ass against his body as he crosses to the main bedroom.
“I ain’t no fucking prize, Le-Lee,” he bites out the words as I tighten my legs around his core.
His words were his final warning, but not one that I would ever heed.
Placing me on the king-sized bed, he quickly covers me with his body. His lips trail their way down my neck to the base, my body suddenly arching upward when they suck in a sensitive spot I never knew existed. He lifts his head just enough to smirk at me before sticking his tongue out to drive me out of my mind when he circles the area; as though marking it.
Furiously drawing in a deep breath, I realize that I’ve been rubbing my pussy against the hardness in his jeans, non-stop. And I try to focus on him, despite all of the sensations that threaten to overwhelm me.
The roughness of his denim isn’t unlike the calloused palms of his hands, and against my delicate skin, both send a series of shivers through my body, adding to the butterflies in my stomach and I’m surprised to realize I’m close to coming.
Joe must understand that, as he suddenly leans back, a hand on each of my shoulders as I try to follow him, desperately needing his touch. With a click of his tongue, my eyes fly up to meet his and after giving me a wink, his gaze slowly moves down along my face, briefly pausing on my neck before landing on my tits.
He slides a thumb into both sides of my bra, uncovering my nipples while leaving the satin support in place so they’re pushed closer together. The warmth of the look he gives them causes my blush to deepen, and I arch my back, anxious for his lips on my skin again.
“Leslee, I’m gonna take my time popping your cherry.” His low voice has me frowning and I know by the amused look on his face, he can see the impatience written all over mine. “You try to hurry me along and it’ll be dawn before I let you come. Understand?”
Hyde
This has been the longest four days of my life.
Constantly pretending to ignore her as she stretched her long legs, or the times she boob-bumped me while serving up food, but most of all, it’s how easy it is to talk to her, laugh with her, and how those amber eyes follow me around the room.
It takes every ounce of control that I possess, not to pull my cock out and sink it into her. If it was anyone else, I’d probably be close to coming by now. Just not with Leslee.
She’s too special for anything less than magic.
So, for now, I’ll continue to ignore the wet heat I feel coming from her core every time she rubs her pussy up and down my wood.
After she nods and lets out another of her little sighs, I lean in to suckle and nip her sweet tits. Her nipples are so hard it looks painful, but the rapid beat of her heart tells me how much she’s enjoying my touch.
Reaching down, I unsnap her shorts and shove one side down before she starts wiggling out of them.
My control nearly snaps when I realize she wasn’t wearing panties, I lightly smack her pussy.
“Forget something?” I ask, sliding my large paw down over her nicely trimmed slit. I’m just about to seek out her clit when I rear back—remembering why we’re here.
“Shit! Stay there,” I ground out the words.
With another quick kiss to one of her nipples in an attempt to soften my words, I cross back out to the door, setting the alarm for the property after quickly flipping through the video feeds.
Then I take a quick detour to my room, to grab protection and join Leslee again. She’s sitting on the side of the bed, with the blanket around her shoulders, looking worried.
“I forgot to set the alarm,” I explain to her and smile at the relief in her eyes until they fall on the box in my hand.
“Protecting me on multiple fronts, huh?” she whispers.
“My last test was clean,” I reassure her, then shrug before I admit the truth. “I saw these at the liquor store the other day.”
“Why have you waited so long?” She pouts as I kneel in front of her.
“I kept telling myself I wouldn’t touch you.”
Reaching under her knees, I suddenly lift them and she lets out a squeal as she finds herself on her back with my mouth over her pussy. Sticking my tongue right up into her core, I savor the taste of her, lapping at her as she settles her legs over my shoulders.
Spreading her lips apart, I take my time exploring her and after gently securing her clit in between my teeth, I tease that nub as I slowly slip my finger inside of her pussy.
Christ, she’s tight, I think and my dick starts to pulse in rhythm with the light thrusting of my digit. As her body starts to tremble, with her orgasm nearing, I slide a second finger in her, gently scissoring them to make space for my cock.
Reaching my hand down, I squeeze my dick, willing him to wait his turn as I take care of my woman. Looking up at her body just as she reaches her climax, I pull my fingers out of her to lick up her finish. Not that I’m close to done with her.
I shift my mouth back up to her clit and her body tenses; a moan escapes her when I lick her again, over and over until her nearly limp body responds. Leslee braces her foot on my shoulder and her hips start to roll with the harsh rhythm I’m setting, licking her harder and faster even when her moans sound like pleas.
When I feel her pelvis spasming for the second time in a handful of minutes, I stand up, fitting my dick against her slick entrance, and thrust into her. With her gasp of pain, I lean one of my knees down on the bed beside her, keeping one of her legs over my shoulder—I stretch her wide open while I keep my gaze on her, waiting for permission to continue.
“Don’t fight me, baby.” My voice is rough with the strain of keeping still as her muscles clamp around my cock. “Your pussy is going to drain me before I can make you come again.”
“I’m okay,” she whispers, opening her eyes before nodding her head, more to herself than to me.
I shift, not pulling back more than an inch or two, thrusting back into her as a test. A huff of air escapes her lips before she reaches up to pull my head down to hers.
“More,” she says, our mouths nearly touching. “I need more.”
“So do I, baby. So do I,” I reply, pleased at the desire I see in her eyes. This time, as I’m thrusting back into her, she lifts her hips to meet mine. Awkward at first, she slowly picks up a rhythm. One that belongs just to us.
Her orgasm brings mine on. I wrap my hand around her neck, my eyes boring into hers as my release fills the barrier between our bodies.
Moving her up, fully onto the bed, I leave her long enough to dispose of the condom and bring a cloth to clean her pussy.
“Come here,” I say, grinning at her when we momentarily play tug-of-war with the sheet.
Kicking it down to the end of the bed, I pull her up against my body and toss one of my legs over her hip.
I kiss the pink that flares on her cheek and trail my fingers over her body, memorizing her.
“You gonna be shy with me after all that?” I ask her.
“Joe, I…” she starts to say, stopping to give me a self-deprecating smile instead. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” I try to reassure her, but I’ve never been that good expressing my feelings. “Are you sore? Was I too rough with you?”
“I think I might like it rough,” Leslee admits, her voice muffled against my shoulder where her lips have been moving over my collarbone.
Her words go straight to my dick, getting a giggle from my girl when he prods her thigh.
“But I am a little sore right now,” she confesses, grinning up at me.
“Sleep for a bit,” I tell her, keeping her safe in the circle of my arms.
One thing’s for certain, I may be going to hell for making her mine, but I’m going to enjoy every second I get with her. And if, by some chance Gunner lets me live, I swear to myself she’ll never regret it.
*
“Please, Joe, I need your cock,” she begs me and I wonder if she has any idea how she’s wrecked me these past eighteen hours.
My dick feels like it’s been through a wringer, but he never hesitates to stand tall once our lips meet.
Or when she scoots her ass back against me when I’m letting her sleep.
Or when we’re lying facing each other, an arm’s length apart, sharing our stories or memories.
“It’s the last condom,” I warn her, shaking the box in the hope that more will materialize.
“Alex thought of everything when she rebuilt this place, there has to be a stash of condoms somewhere,” Leslee replies, giving me a lopsided grin as her fingers dance their way across my chest.
It’s when she slides her leg up over my hip and I see the unguarded wince of pain, that I decide against another round.
“Come on, why don’t I show you around town?” I counter, slapping her ass in an effort to get her moving. “We’ll go grab…um, whatever meal is appropriate for whatever time it is.”
“Are you tired of my cooking already?” she asks with a laugh.
“I’ll never be tired of your cooking,” I reassure her, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed has her following close behind, weakening my resolve as she presses her tits against my back and nibbles on my earlobe. “Now get dressed or I’ll shove you into the truck naked.”
“Fine. I understand, you know,” she says, the sigh she lets out warns me a zinger is coming. “At your age, your stamina is starting to wane.”
I let her take the win, all the while thinking of how I’ll pay her back for that statement.