Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
LEXI
We don’t even make it inside. I repeat: We don’t even make it inside.
When we pull up, Josh ejects my seatbelt before his own, shoves his chair back and hauls me into his lap. Feeling his hard cock is like a dream come true. He’s so perfect. Masculine. Sexy. That mouth of his should be illegal.
I squeal, recovering quickly when he holds the sides of my face in his hands. His pretty blue eyes are earnest when he says, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”
“Then stop wasting time talking.”
Our lips crash and a moan leaves my mouth before I can stop it. We’re hot and heavy, my tongue seeking his as I press my chest into him, wanting his hands all over me but not being able to say it.
“Tell me,” he mutters in between kisses. “Tell me what you like and don’t like, and what I can do to please you.”
I think I might come right now, just hearing those words. No man in the history of my life has ever said something like that. They make it right for them, not for me.
They make sure they get off before worrying about if I’m having a good time. This man is a freaking god.
“Play with my breasts,” I whisper.
A growl leaves his throat as I sit back, his eyes dropping to my chest. My blouse is a little wet from the rain, and his eyes almost darken to a vividly wild shade of blue while he devours me. “You’d like that, Princess?” He palms my breasts, taking a big handful and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Josh doesn’t wait for an answer. In one fell swoop, he reaches for my blouse and rips it wide open, the buttons flying everywhere. It’s such a primal, sexy move that I whimper and press farther into his lap, groaning when I push against his cock. He is so freaking big and so damned hard.
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
My large breasts are in his face and I stop breathing when he lifts both of them, testing their weight, then covers one nipple over the fabric of my bra and sucks. Joshua Lucas is sucking my freaking tits!
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When he moves his mouth to the other one, he grumbles in frustration, then rips my bra down to expose my flesh; he latches on to my taut nipple as I dig my hands into his hair. I guide him, grinding against his cock, my skirt riding high up my thighs, and I’m so ready to come.
“Fucking perfect, has anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head. “N-no.”
“Such a good girl for me, Alexis. These tits are so fucking big and beautiful.”
I arch my back. Seeing him with a mouthful of my breast is almost too much. One of his hands snakes around to my ass, encouraging me to rub against him.
“I feel you,” I whisper. “Oh God, I feel you. You’re so hard. I need it, Joshie, I need you inside me.”
“Get yourself off,” he tells me. “Let me see you come before I take you inside and fuck you against the front door.”
“Holy shit.”
He continues to suckle, both his hands move to my ass and he grinds me up and down his cock. Oh, the sensation. Everything bubbles up inside. All the tension, emotion, and deprivation of not having him, it all boils to the surface and in record time, I’m calling out his name.
His eyes lift as he watches me. My head falls back and I whisper his name over and over as I tumble. The man isn’t even inside me yet and I’ve just had the best climax I’ve ever had. I can’t even believe how quickly I came.
All the way, he encourages me, whispering that I’m his good girl, and how amazing I feel, how he can’t wait to be inside me. I can safely say I’ve never had a guy be like this before, or be so damned sexy in every single way.
“Inside,” I pant. “Let’s get inside before I get your dick out of your pants and ride it right here for the neighbors to see.”
He laughs. “Thank God we don’t have any.” He tucks my breasts back in my bra and pulls my blouse closed to cover my chest. Then he kisses me chastely. “Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.”
It has plummeted, but the heat from the two of us going at it is at boiling point.
“Funny, I didn’t even notice.”
I slide off his lap and we both make a run for it to the front door.
The rain is relentless again, like the heavens have truly opened in more ways than one.
Once inside, we both laugh at our state of undress.
Okay, Josh is still fully clothed, but we’re both soaked to the bone.
The rain dripping off both of us onto the floor.
I glance across the room and see Mr. Snuggles is curled up on the chair and the fire is lit. He barely lifts his head to look up at us. “You lit the fire?”
He grins, shrugging off his hoodie. “All in a day’s work.”
I walk my fingers up his broad chest. “And here I was thinking you were just a pen pusher.”
His look is predatory as he backs me up into the door, as promised. “Really? Since you think I’m so good at talking, why don’t I show you what my tongue can do?”
My eyes go wide. “You’re not?—”
He slides my skirt all the way up to my waist, before sliding down to his knees. “I’m not, what?”
“Going to do that?”
His eyes meet mine. “Not if you don’t want me to?”
“No, I want you to,” I correct quickly. “I just… my ex… he never?—”
“Your ex is clearly a dumb fuck who didn’t deserve you. His loss is my gain. Oh, and I excel in oral skills, it’s my preferred mode of communication.”
I gasp as he pulls my panties to one side and spreads my legs farther apart. Then he brushes my pussy with his fingers and I almost convulse again.
He blows, freaking blows, on my sensitive skin and I grip one hand into his hair. I think he likes it when I do that, because when I did it in the car, I got the same sexy growl. “Please,” I whisper.
He glances up. “Please, what?”
“Sir?”
He chuckles. “Lexi, that isn’t what I meant. You don’t have to call me Sir.”
“What if I want to?”
“Then you can, but just know every time you speak, my dick gets harder for you by every passing second.”
Oh, holy shit.
He brushes my clit with his tongue and I groan.
Dipping his head, he lowers and licks through my slit, circling it as he repeats the motion, and I don’t know how gravity is still holding me up.
Seeing Josh on his knees, in his sweats, rain still dripping from his wet hair, eating me out against the door because we’re too horny to get to the bedroom… well, it has me all undone.
“Oh,” I cry. “Ohhh, Josh.”
When he inserts a finger inside me, I groan. I grip his shoulder with my other hand, my fingers digging in, telling him I like it.
“Words,” he mutters. “Use your words.”
“Right there, oh yes, right there. That feels so good.”
He inserts another finger, in no freaking hurry to get me off, and continues to nibble at my clit while I fail to breathe like a rational human being.
I can’t hold on. I won’t. I don’t have to. With Josh, everything is so easy.
“Let go,” he tells me. “Come on my tongue, Lex. Let me hear you scream my name.”
And I do. I’m sure several other suburbs hear it, too. I grip his hair even tighter as I combust, my orgasm rolling through me like I’m the possessed one.
He nuzzles his nose into my pussy as he smiles, breathing me in. “You taste so good. I wish I’d have been braver sooner.” He glances up. “Forgive me?”
“As if there’s anything to forgive,” I breathe.
I yank on his shirt as he stands, needing to feel his hands and mouth on me once more. His lips find mine and he kisses me so slowly, so dirty that I might fall into a puddle right here, right now. “You know what I love most about you, aside from how good you taste?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
He smiles against my lips. “How these curves drive my dick insane. I need you naked.”
Hearing him talk about me like that sends a heatwave through my body. I’ve always been self-conscious being a bigger girl, but none of that seems to matter with Josh. “If you’re going to get me naked, I want you naked, too,” I say. “I also would like to have my turn at making you feel good.”
He cups my face. Gah, I love it when he does that. “You already do.”
I stroke my hand down his chest, find the hem, then shrug the shirt up over his body.
Oh, holy Jesus. It seems I’d temporarily forgotten about seeing Josh without a shirt on earlier, but up close and personal? This man is stacked.
“I love it when you take charge,” he mutters into my hair before kissing me on the forehead.
“Good, then kick off your sneakers and drop your pants. I want to say hi to that missile in your underwear.”
He starts to laugh. “So much for you not being bossy in the bedroom, huh? I never knew I liked that, but it seems to be growing on me.”
I smile, too, then sober when he makes no move to do what I said. “Hurry, Joshie. We don’t want to keep a hungry girl waiting, do we?”