Chapter 28 This is Everything
Chapter twenty-eight
This is Everything
Beau
Ihave waited fifteen years to kiss Jo Lawson. In those fifteen years, I have gone through every emotion in the world when it comes to her. She has made me laugh, made me cry, and everything in between.
But this right here? This is everything.
Kissing Jo is like opening bottled lightning. All of her passion and intensity is poured into every move she makes.
I’m not entirely sure how we got here. Two minutes ago, we were yelling, and now, our hands paw at each other, desperate to grab on to anything within reach.
Her arms slink around my neck as she stands on her tiptoes, trying to reach me better. Pushing my hands under her ass, I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her legs around me. She feels so small in my arms, but I know holding her is the equivalent of holding a bomb.
Our tongues dance while I try to savor every second of this in case she puts an end to this whole thing.
Her lips leave mine so that her kisses can trail down my jaw and onto my neck. My already-hard cock twitches in my jeans as her teeth sink into my collarbone.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I lay her on the hood of the car.
Her kisses turn frantic as I brace my arms on either side of her. She hooks her legs around me and pulls me closer, and her hands start to undo the buckle on my jeans.
Maybe I should stop this. Maybe we should take a break and talk. But Jo is all-consuming, and I want this so fucking much.
She sits up for just a second to take off her hoodie and the t-shirt underneath. And holy fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. My eyes fall to her small breasts with her soft pink nipples…each with a silver dumbbell through it.
“You’re going to kill me. Do you know that?” I ask.
She gives me a devilish grin. “We’re just getting started.”
My lips find hers again, desperate to drink in as much of her as I can. Her fingers quickly undo the zipper of my jeans before slipping underneath my boxers. When they wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze, I let out a moan from deep within my chest.
I try to savor every single second of this. Every touch. Every movement.
When her small hand tightly strokes me, I do my best to hold on.
When she moves even lower to graze my balls, it becomes even harder–literally and figuratively.
While I love everything she’s doing, I don’t want this to solely focus on me. Just as she did to me, I quickly unbutton her jeans, but I don’t stop until they are completely off her body.
Realizing something, I ask, “Are you not wearing any panties?”
She shrugs. “I normally don’t.”
“Goddamn, that’s sexy.”
I push her knees apart and slowly move up her thigh. I wonder if maybe I’m going too far until she opens completely for me.
I look at her…in all of her fucking glory. I was right. Under her clothes, she’s even more tatted. Random ink with beautiful shading is scattered all over her tan skin.
She’s perfect.
Jo Lawson is a work of art.
Her brown eyes stare into mine as I try to commit this image to memory. Her naked body laid out on the hood of an old Thunderbird. It’s practically a photo out of a men’s dirty magazine.
But it’s infinitely better because it’s my dream girl.
The woman I’ve always loved.
Every part of her is incredible. Her beautiful face. Her tattoos. Her nipple rings.
And…
As I slip my finger into her wet slit, I feel something cool against my finger. My eyes glance down as I see the metallic barbell going through her clit.
I look back up at her. “You really are going to kill me.”
A wicked little grin spreads across her lips. “Now, what fun would that be?”
“You are so fucking sexy.”
“Beau?”
I worry she’s about to tell me I’ve gone too far or that I’m about to wake up from this wonderful dream.
“Yeah?” I reply.
“Fuck me.”
Two words have never sounded so good. As fast as I can, I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom. Thankfully, I always have one on me because well, you never know.
Seconds later, I have the package opened and the rubber rolled on.
Lining myself up with her entrance, I look into her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Another grin. “Definitely.”
I don’t need any more convincing to push inside. Her tight pussy squeezes me inch by inch. I try to move slowly to make sure I don’t do anything to hurt her.
She angles her hips toward me, silently letting me know she wants more. Who am I to tell her no?
Her hands yank on my shirt, pulling me down to kiss her while I increase my tempo. As my body presses against hers, she wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer.
Although I hate to admit it, I’ve thought about sex with Jo Lawson more times than I can count. I knew she’d be good, but man, I truly had no idea what I would be in for.
She’s incredible.
Every move she makes is filled with unbelievable passion. Her fingertips drag along my back. I’m sure there would be claw marks if she didn’t bite her nails down to nothing. She alternates between kissing me and giving me soft bites along my neck and collarbone.
Her moans grow louder, and I’m trying my hardest not to come. That becomes even more difficult when those moans turn to dirty talk.
“Fuck, Beau. Right there. Oh, God! Don’t stop!”
She reaches one hand between us to frantically rub her clit.
“Harder, Beau,” she begs. “Fuck me harder.”
Don’t have to ask me twice. I do exactly what she wants, and moments later, I feel her walls tightening around me even more.
“Oh my God, Beau!” She cries.
Feeling her orgasm and hearing her moan my name while it happened is all I need to fall over the edge right behind her.
As we look at each other with our chests heaving, reality sets in.
Jo and I just fucked.