Chapter 31 JR
JR
I opened the door and was immediately attacked with two very luscious lips. Tugging Josie inside, I stripped her shirt over her head and guided her to the spare bedroom I’d set up yesterday. With Alyssa still in my room, this would have to do.
Clothes were stripped along the way, and we really only made it a few feet inside the door before I sheathed my cock inside her. Pleasure blossomed low in my gut the moment her warmth wrapped around me.
Fuck, there was nothing like being inside her.
I couldn’t remember the last time any woman had given me as much gratification as she had.
And it wasn’t just because she came to me.
It was the way she kissed me, like she was desperate for my lips on hers.
The way she clawed at my skin and pulled my hair.
She commanded everything from me, and I willingly handed it over.
“JR,” she whispered, her teeth nipping at my earlobe. “God, I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby,” I grumbled.
My lips had a mind of their own, licking every inch of her neck, over her collarbone, ducking into that dip in her clavicle, which I paid extra attention to.
Her moans did nothing to quell my desire.
For once, I wanted to hear her call my name, to have her nails rake down my back and mark me as hers.
And that was really fucking bad, but I couldn’t resist her.
Spinning her around, I carried her over to the bed, not allowing my cock to slip from her heat for even a second as I spread her out and feasted on every inch of her breasts.
Pretty pink nipples peaked for me, begging for me to tease them. My cock jumped as I took one between my teeth and nibbled slightly, drawing the most delicious moans from her perfect lips.
I wasn’t sure what made me do it, or why I was so fascinated with her mouth, but I slid two fingers between her lips and shoved them deep.
Instantly, I was rewarded with her sucking hard, acting like those fingers were my cock and she was trying to bring me to orgasm.
I pumped in and out of her mouth at the same time my cock thrust deep inside her.
My eyes locked on hers, carefully cataloguing the way the dark blue rings around her eyes contracted with pleasure, how her long lashes blinked tantalizingly slowly as I hit that one spot deep inside her that she loved so much.
Like a punch to the gut, I squeezed my eyes closed and refused to look at her for another second. I was only fucking her, but if I kept staring into her eyes, how would I ever be able to look away ever again?
Tearing my fingers from her mouth, I flipped her over and dragged her to the edge of the bed, then sank my cock inside her, forcing her to stay down with my hand in the middle of her back.
My jaw tightened with anger at myself as her moans grew louder and my thrusts grew stronger. I hardly saw it coming when my orgasm ripped through me and shot off deep in her pussy.
Panting hard, I yanked my still-hard cock out of her and walked away, shoving my fingers through my hair in anger.
If it was just sex, then why was I feeling so fucking tense about the whole thing?
Why couldn’t I look at her without feeling something stirring in my gut, telling me this could be more?
I spun around to yell at her or tell her this wasn’t going to work, but she was already gathering her clothes, not still lying on the bed where I expected her to be on the verge of passing out.
“What are you doing?” I barked.
“Getting dressed,” she grinned, shoving her messy hair behind her ear. “Have you seen my bra? I could have sworn I was wearing one.”
Tossing the blanket aside, she searched for her missing bra, completely ignoring me. Short locks of hair flopped over her face as she ducked down and got on the floor, searching under the pillows that got tossed aside at some point.
“It hasn’t even been two minutes,” I snapped.
Why the hell was I angry? This was what I wanted, right? But the sight of her rushing around pissed me off. It was my job to make the quick getaway, not hers.
“I know, but I have to get to work,” she muttered, searching the room frantically. “I’m not going crazy, right? I was wearing a bra. I distinctly remember you taking it off.”
“You were just at work.”
“I have to go back and take care of a few things and—a-ha!” She got down on her knees, her ass thrusting in the air as she tugged her bra out from under the bed. “Not sure how it got under there.”
She tucked the bra in with her pants, but the rest of her clothes were still scattered in the living room. Rushing over, she pressed a kiss to my lips and headed for the door. Her creamy ass jiggled slightly, making me wish I had made it last longer, that I hadn’t pulled out as soon as I came.
“Is your sister still here?” she asked, peeking out the door. “Guess I should have asked that before I attacked your mouth at the door.”
“Yes, she’s still here,” I grumbled, grabbing some sweats and pulling them on. “Let me get your stuff.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
I didn’t want her to fucking appreciate it. I wanted her to lay down in the fucking bed and give me a minute to figure out what the hell was going on with me. But I didn’t say that.
I shut the door behind me, ignoring the grin Alyssa shot me as she peeked out of her door briefly. The last thing I needed was a lecture from her of any sort. And I knew it was coming. There was no way she would leave me alone after what just happened.
“Here,” I said, shoving the clothes into Josie’s arms after grabbing everything and returning.
Throwing herself into my arms, she kissed me hard, but it only lasted for a second before she pulled back and smiled up at me brightly.
“You’re a lifesaver. Not that I mind explaining myself, but I wasn’t exactly put together the first time we met. This would really take the cake.”
“Maybe you should stick around,” I said without really thinking about it. “I mean, the night doesn’t have to end already.”
Catching her off guard, she paused momentarily while pulling on her clothes, but then resumed as if I hadn’t said a thing. “Oh, well, that’s nice, but I really have to get back to the shop. Besides, I’m supposed to spend some time with the cougar tonight,” she muttered. “Should be loads of fun.”
That’s nice? I would make it more than nice. I’d have her on her back, on all fours, or on her knees the whole fucking night, and she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning. It would be far from nice.
“Well, if you change your mind,” I started as she tugged on her shoes and hurried for the door.
I didn’t even think as I stormed after her and slammed my hand against the door, pushing it shut before she could leave. Spinning her around, I blocked her against the door and closed in, thrusting my cock against her.
“You’re running out awfully fast, little squirrel.”
Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “Squirrel?”
“Yeah.” My lips twitched in amusement. Never in my life had I given anyone a nickname, but it just came to me as she was rushing around the room.
“Is it because of my hair? Do I look like I have a bushy tail?”
My eyes trailed over her blonde locks that just barely brushed her shoulders in a mess. She was absolutely chaotic, but it suited her at the moment to look all perfectly fucked.
If only she wasn’t wearing clothes.
“Nope. You were just rushing around like a squirrel.”
“I would rather not be compared to a rodent.”
“I could think of a few more things to call you,” I murmured, skimming my hand up her thigh. “But they wouldn’t be appropriate for outside this room.”
The rings around her eyes contracted as I guided my hand from the outside of her thigh to the inside, brushing my knuckle against her pussy. Slowly, I slid my finger back and forth, eyeing the way her breasts heaved with the motion.
She was fucking putty in my hands, and that’s exactly where I planned to keep her for the foreseeable future.
“JR,” she moaned.
“Why are you running from me, little squirrel?”
“I…”
Her lashes fluttered as I worked my knuckle harder against her pussy.
I leaned in without meaning to, snatching a taste of salt from her neck. My tongue had a mind of its own, running in circles and lapping up every bit of sweat clinging to her skin. I was addicted, even if I didn’t want to admit that quite yet.
“I really have to go!” she shouted, shoving me back a step.
With a quirky grin, she flew out the door, slamming it in my face.
And I was left with the biggest hard-on of my life.