Chapter 35 – Josie #3
“Fuck.” His hand slid up my spine, splaying wide between my shoulder blades, guiding me down toward him until my chest was flush with his. “Look at you. Riding me like you were made for it.”
I couldn’t answer. I could only move. I rolled my hips against him, finding a rhythm that was slow and deep and devastating.
Every roll down dragged him against that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes, every lift made me feel the loss of him, every sink back made me want to weep with how good it was.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was a low rumble under my palms, his hands roaming my back, my hips, my thighs, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me first. “Christ, you feel so fucking good.”
I planted my hands on his chest for leverage and rode him a little harder, a little faster. His hips bucked up to meet me on the next downstroke, and I gasped, the angle shifting, driving him deeper. My curls tumbled forward into my face. I felt feral, like someone I’d never been.
“Waylon—” His name came out broken. “I don’t—I can’t—”
“Yeah, you can.” His hands found my hips again, gripping firm, grounding me. “Look at me, Josie. Right here.”
I dragged my eyes open. He was watching me like I was the only thing in the world. His pupils were blown so wide there was barely any green left, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed dark. A muscle ticked in his jaw every time I sank down.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby.” It wasn’t a question. His thumb slid down between us, finding my clit and pressing slow, tight circles into it that made my whole body jerk. “I can feel you fluttering around me. Christ. Let me feel it. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”
The filth of it punched through me. I whimpered, my rhythm faltering, and he took over. His hips snapped up to meet mine, driving into me from below with a force that made me cry out as his thumb still worked my clit in those tight, relentless circles.
“There you go,” he gritted out, his voice ragged. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
I shattered, and it hit me harder than anything I’d ever felt, ripping through me from the place where he was buried deepest, radiating out through every limb until my fingers and toes went numb with it.
My whole body locked up, my pussy clamping down on him so hard he choked out a curse, and I heard myself sob his name, ragged and broken, like a prayer I’d been holding inside for years.
“Fuck—fuck, Josie—” His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking apart. “I’m not gonna— Christ, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight—”
He pulled me down hard against him and ground himself up into me one last time, burying himself so deep I felt the kick of him against that place inside me that hadn’t stopped pulsing yet.
A guttural sound tore out of him—half groan, half curse—and his whole body went rigid beneath me.
I felt him throb, felt the way his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, and I knew I’d wear those marks tomorrow. I wanted them there.
“Fuck—fuck, Josie—” His voice broke around my name, ruined.
His hips jerked up into me in shallow, twitching thrusts, riding it out, and I could do nothing but cling to him, my forehead dropped against his sternum, my whole body still trembling in aftershocks that wouldn’t quit.
Every clench of me around him drew another stuttered groan out of his chest, like he couldn’t help it, like I was wringing it out of him.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, his hand coming up to cradle the back of my head, fingers sinking into my damp curls. His chest heaved under my cheek, his heart hammering so hard I could feel it against my lips. “Sweetheart. Holy fuck.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even lift my head.
Every part of me felt melted down into something soft and warm and useless.
My thighs were still quivering where they bracketed his hips, and every few seconds, another tremor would roll through me, another lazy clench around him that made his breath hitch under my ear.
“Easy,” he murmured, his palm sliding slowly up and down my spine. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”
I made a small noise of protest against his chest, too fucked out to form actual words, and felt his quiet laughter rumble through me.
“Yeah. I know.” His lips pressed to the top of my head, lingering there. “Same.”
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, he lifted me and carried me to my room. He gently laid me on the bed and eased out of me. In the bathroom, I heard the water running, then he was back with a damp cloth.
He was always so careful with me.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat beside me, one big hand sliding under my knee to ease my legs apart. I made a soft, embarrassed sound and tried to close them, but he just shook his head, that lazy half smile back on his face.
“Nuh-uh. Let me take care of you.”
The cloth was warm. He pressed it gently between my thighs, wiping me clean with a tenderness that made my throat close up. Then he was sliding into bed with me and tugging me close.
And I understood just how much danger I was in. I was going to fall for him if I wasn’t careful, and it was already too late.