Chapter 11 Annie
ANNIE
I’m literally kneeling topless in front of a man I hardly know in a strange bed, but somehow, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. All the anxiety about my art, the letters, my father… It all fades away as I watch Josh’s jaw clench.
“I, uh, never actually said I had a tattoo,” I whisper, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Maybe I’m stupid for feeling this way, but Josh is sweet, gorgeous, and damn if he doesn’t make me forget everything about the world that scares me. “I hope that’s…”
I can’t finish the sentence because he leans forward, reaches a hand behind my hair, and gently draws my face close to his. “Annie,” he breathes, a sweet puff of breath teasing my lips. “Is this what you want?”
My eyes flutter closed and a half moan slips from between my lips. I feel the throb between my legs intensify, and I know it makes no sense.
I want this. I want him.
I can’t speak.
I open my eyes and look into his, his gaze searing hot. His nostrils flare, and he waits. Waits for me to say or do something. To confirm that no matter how many hours we’ve known each other, that this is more than okay.
“Please, Josh,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “I want you.”
I’ve hardly said the words when I feel his lips against mine.
His trim beard scratches my chin, and all I can think is how good that’s going to feel all over my body.
With the first press of his tongue against my mouth, I open to him.
If I’d thought Josh was hot before, tasting him flips my freaking world upside down.
The kiss starts sweet and slow. He tastes and explores my lips, his tongue dancing against mine. But then his fingers tighten in my hair and he’s moving onto his knees to bring me closer. I’m breathless, lost to the feeling of his mouth against mine. He tastes so sweet.
I rake my hands up the muscles of his bare back and moan into his mouth. “You feel so good,” I pant. “Josh, my God…”
“Baby,” he grunts, hardly able to pull his mouth from mine. “I want to do every dirty thing to you and more, but I didn’t think to pack any condoms.”
I lean away from him slightly and pout. “Do everything else, then,” I say. “We’ll have an excuse to take it slow. I mean, slower.”
He nods and cups the back of my neck, then stares into my eyes. “You’re fucking unreal,” he says, his voice soft. “You’re…” He trails off, and I cock my chin at him.
“I’m wearing too many clothes,” I complain, giving him a smirk.
“I’ll handle that,” he says.
My breasts are aching. I mean, I feel every beat of my heart pulsing at my nipples. I am dying to feel his touch, but Josh turns his attention to my pajama bottoms. He works the loose elastic over my hips and lowers the cupcake shorts to the bed.
I put a hand on his shoulder and lift one leg so he can work the shorts over my thigh and down around my ankle, then he does that with the other leg, until finally, I’m bare before him.
He’s still wearing his boxer briefs, and I’m freaking thrilled to see it. The front of his shorts reveals he’s as excited as I am, and I am immediately seriously rethinking my stance on safe sex.
A sudden shyness overtakes me, but Josh takes charge.
He grabs a pillow and sets it halfway down the length of the bed. “Lie down on your belly,” he orders.
I cover my mouth, hiding my amusement. “Ass king,” I whisper.
He’s shaking his head, but his grin is as big as mine as I settle on the bed. I prop the pillow beneath my stomach and rest my face to the side.
“Anything off-limits?” he asks, and I feel his large, warm hands on my calves. He’s caressing the muscles, but I’m so soft and relaxed under his attention, I couldn’t care less about anything else in the world.
“No,” I say, deciding to trust him completely. “Just please don’t stop.”
The movie on the TV shifts into a really bright action sequence, and I close my eyes and focus only on Josh’s touch.
He nudges my legs apart a bit, helping me spread open a little wider until I feel his fingers between my thighs. “How’s this?” he asks, his voice sounding as thick and raw as I feel.
My blood is sluggish, my eyes sealed shut, and I’m locked away in the happiest place I can ever remember being. Josh rubs my inner thighs with a motion that’s deep and sensual.
“Fucking amazing,” I pant, unable to open my eyes.
It feels too good. He feels too good.
I just want to stay here, my skin under his hands, for days.
I let a little moan slip out when I feel his hot breath against my butt cheek. He’s kissing the side of my behind, one hand caressing the curve where my butt and leg meet.
“Josh,” I whimper as my legs start to tremble. “That’s so fucking good.”
He works his fingers higher, stroking my cheeks and blowing hot kisses against my skin. “How do you feel about a little pressure?” he asks. “Like this. Too much?”
I feel the cool air against my skin as he moves his hand from the back of my thigh, and a moment later, he brings his palm against me in a firm, but not hard, spank.
I suck in a lungful of air in surprise and shock.
He spanked me. No one has ever done that to me before, and I cannot believe how fucking good it feels.
The way he did it, there was no loud slapping sound, no pain, just a delicious pressure with a little more sharpness to it.
The contact makes my legs feel weak, and my pussy becomes wetter.
I’m into it. It feels good. Like I want it again good.
“More,” I whisper, arching my hips to lift my ass cheeks closer to him.
“Just relax, babe.” He runs a hand along my lower back and coaxes me to lie flat. Then, just as I’m wiggling my toes and comfortable, there it comes again.
Spank.
“Fuck, Josh.” That one was harder, a decisive smacking sound echoing over the noise of the movie.
Pleasure floods my limbs, and I groan as he kisses the area he just touched.
I feel the heat of his breaths, the softness of his lips, and then, Oh, sweet God, I feel the prickles of his beard as he rubs his face against my cheeks.
I spread my legs wider and start to rock my hips, desperate to relieve the ache of need.
“What turns you on, babe?” he rasps against my skin. He’s stroking me now, running his fingertips from the backs of my thighs to my lower back, trailing along my ass crack as he moves.
I grunt against the sheets, and Josh laughs softly.
“Say again, baby? I didn’t get that.”
I turn my face away from the mattress and lick my lips. “Everything,” I tell him. “Everything you do.”
“Good,” he says. “Now, turn over. I want to watch your gorgeous face as I make you come.”
The breath catches in my chest, but I obey, willing my pleasure-drenched legs to move so I can roll onto my back. I smooth the hair back from my face, and Josh moves the pillow that was under my belly to under my ass.
“Your fucking tits,” he says, shaking his head. “Sensitive?”
I nod. “I’m dying over here,” I admit. “Your beard on my nipples could probably make me come.”
“Probably?” he echoes. “Sounds like a challenge, Annie.”
I swallow and wonder just what I’ve gotten myself into. A sexy man I’ve only just met, and here I am telling him my body’s deepest secrets. And worse, I’m handing him the keys to the most intimate parts of myself, and it feels so damn right.
I throw my head back against the pillows and spread my legs open. “That was more than a challenge. It was an invitation. Please, Arrow. I need you to make me come.”
His eyes flash dark before I close mine and see nothing but darkness. I want to watch him, to see that beautiful mouth claim my tits, but the moment he strokes his chin across my nipple, I cry out and grab his hair.
“Too much?” he asks, but I can’t answer.
I grunt some animal sound that is supposed to sound like no and pull his face closer to my chest.
He chuckles, which I assume means he gets the message, and then flicks the tip of his tongue against the tip of my nipple.
I’ve always had super-sensitive nipples, but in Josh’s mouth, it’s as if a live electrical wire is connecting my breasts and my pussy. He works my tip between his lips, sucking and licking and nipping it between his teeth until I’m so aroused, I’m literally writhing beneath him on the bed.
“Fuck,” he says, murmuring the words against my raw skin. “The way you move.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
He chuckles deep in his chest, and I feel the weight of his body pressing against mine as he clamps a nipple between his teeth and tugs. “I won’t, baby. I won’t.”
Before I can explode from the pressure of his mouth on my tits, he pulls away and situates himself between my legs.
I don’t wait to be told what he wants. I spread my legs open and peek through my lids as he looks at my pussy.
The dark-blond hair is trimmed, and he works his fingers through it to find my drenched folds.
I gasp and nearly cry out when I feel him stroke my outer lips.
Fuck, this man knows his way around a woman’s body. He gently taps my wetness with his fingertips, then rubs the dampness into my outer lips. His touch is light, and my clit is on fire. Throbbing with yearning for his strong, confident hands to take me past the point of no return.
“I’m going to go inside you,” he says, but he didn’t need to warn me. I’ve wanted this since he flashed me that ass cheek with the crown tattoo on it.
I whimper and buck my hips at the promise of feeling him inside me. “Please,” I cry, tensing my thighs.
I feel his thumb press lightly on my clit while he slips two fingers just a tiny bit inside me, then he pulls out.
“Josh!” I cry, my body so close to the release it craves when he takes it all away.
“Let me do this for you, baby,” he coaxes, again working his thumb against my clit while he slides two fingertips partway inside me.
I’m gripping the sheets now, silently giving over to his attention. The way he slides in, just a little, just a tease, and then out, the pressure he puts on my clit… I won’t even need him all the way inside to explode if he keeps this up.
I can’t say anything. Can’t cry, can’t beg. I’m lost. Lost to the sensation of his fingers on my body, his fingers inside my body, stroking and pressing, sliding and leaving, until, finally, I’m rocking my hips, trying to force his fingers deeper.
He uses one hand to spread my legs, opening me as wide as he can, and just that small movement seems to change the pressure on my clit. The next time he slides inside, he slides deep, crooking his fingers and pressing down on my clit until I explode.
I cry out as I climax, my body spasming against Josh’s fingers. Pulse after brilliant pulse rockets through my body, and through the blood raging in my ears, I hear his praise.
“Good girl, come harder. Don’t stop.”
I don’t know if I’ve come once or twice or if I’m riding an inexhaustible wave of erotic bliss, but it seems like minutes before my pussy stops convulsing. Josh stills his hand, his fingers deep inside me, and drops his head to my belly.
“You’re fucking phenomenal,” he breathes, planting a kiss in the mist of sweat on my stomach.
“Uh, I’d say you’re the phenomenal one.” I can hardly form the words, can hardly think, let alone speak. Every inch of my body feels good—better than good…I feel alive.
And what’s worse. I’m still hungry for him. For more of this.
I am not going to be able to get enough of Josh. I may not know who I am as an artist or what’s going on in my life, but I know this much. I’m falling fast and hard for my PI.
Once I get his boxer briefs off, I can’t help but take him into my mouth. I feel like I spend an hour with his cock in my mouth, my hands around his shaft, until he finally shudders and rides the waves of pleasure.
The movie is long over, and the TV screen has gone dark. The logo from the streaming service that we’re watching isn’t even flashing anymore.
“Josh,” I whisper, my eyes so heavy I want to get this out before I crash.
“Mmmm,” he hums, and I feel his voice rumble through his chest against my cheek.
“Are we going to make a habit of this?” I ask softly. “Or was this a one-time thing?”
He’s really quiet at my question, and I almost regret ruining the moment with a dose of reality. But I’d rather know if he sees this as an isolated hookup.
“I mean,” I continue, “I don’t want you to feel obligated because we’re sharing a bed. Oh fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I start to turn over, to curl away from him to give us both some space. This wasn’t just sex for me. This was fucking great sex. Connection. Laughter. I know I don’t even really know the man, but this feels too right. Like this was meant to be. And if I need to put walls around my heart, I will.
But I need to know sooner rather than later. It would break my heart if the best sex of my life, the most fun I’ve ever had, was all a lie. Just the ruse of fake dating while we stay in the compound.
“Is that what you want?” he asks. “A one-time thing? Because I’m going to have to sleep on the floor if that’s what you want, Annie. I don’t think I could stop myself from wanting more of you. All of you. A dozen times a night if I can have you.”
I turn back to face him, but I don’t cuddle his chest. I hold a light blanket in front of my breasts and stroke the hair away from his forehead. “I want all of you, too,” I whisper. “As many times as you’ll have me.”
He opens his arms, and I finally settle against his chest. A sleepy yawn claims my mouth, and I close my eyes with Josh’s arms tight around me. We’re naked, wrapped tight together, and in a strange place. But for the first time in forever, I feel like I’ve come home.