Chapter 9 #3
Pushing his finger through the side, East lifted them enough to guide another down her slit before pushing through it. Joi moaned when she felt the intrusion.
“Wait,” she pushed out in a throaty huff, but not once did she reach for his hand or attempt to move out of his reach.
“You telling me no, shawty? If so, I need you to say it like you mean it. If not, I’m not going to stop.”
East pushed another finger inside and flipped his wrist so he could hook his fingers at the perfect angle. He worked them with precision while he watched Joi’s reaction. Her face relaxed as her body began to rock a little in accordance with the way he stroked her insides.
When Joi’s head fell back and she pushed one hand into the door and the other against his chest, East chuckled at how sexy she looked.
Her face was the best part; the way her eyes fluttered and her jaw flexed pending his motion had East adjusting just for the pure satisfaction of seeing her reaction.
“Shawty…” East’s voice was even, controlled in a sense. One of them had to be in charge and he was sure Joi was about to lose it.
“Hmmm?”
“You want me to stop?”
Joi bucked against his hand and pushed forward, wanting more. “No…” She was out of breath and chasing a high East was in control of. “Don’t…”
“You want me to fuck you, shawty?”
Her eyes shot open, but in a lazy manner, rolling down to East. When they connected with his, she nodded slowly, lips slightly parted and pulse racing.
“Cum for me first,” he instructed and began to fuck her with his fingers in anticipation of blessing her with the dick.
It didn’t take long for Joi to follow through with his request, and when she came, it was hard and aggressive. I knew her man was on some fuck shit. There’s no way he was taking care of her like he needed to.
Watching Joi come down from the high he created had East on a high of his own.
This was new; everything with Joi was new.
He had been with more women than he could remember, and never once had he been concerned with their specific needs.
Sex was all about him. They got theirs in the process, but that was never the focus.
It was just inevitable because he was blessed and skilled at fucking.
However, after witnessing Joi’s reaction, East was motivated to have her chasing that orgasmic high again, and it looked like he was about to get the opportunity.
Her eyes dropped at the same time she pushed back on his legs, creating enough space to unbuckle his jeans and slip her small hands into them.
East pushed forward a little to allow more access and groaned when her hands wrapped around him. Joi’s eyes flexed for a moment when she felt his size, but East caught it. He smirked until she spoke.
“Don’t judge me.” Her voice was heavy with lust, but he didn’t miss the nervousness.
“For what?” East’s brows dipped inward while he waited, but the answer came quickly.
“For this.”
Joi lifted and eased forward, using one hand to slide her panties to the side and the other to guide him to her opening.
When the head pushed through, her eyes shut, and she let go of a low, throaty moan that had East willing himself not to slam her the rest of the way down.
The anticipation was killing him, but the force would kill her.
He knew what type of damage he was capable of causing.
“We’re both grown, shawty. Consenting adults. The fuck I look like judging you?”
His voice surprised him. It was different than he recognized. Needy in a sense, and when Joi allowed a little more of him to enter her snug, wet canal, he groaned deeply, fighting hard not to embarrass himself. Fuck.
Joi flinched and her spine straightened because of the intrusion, so East placed his hands on her hips to steady her.
With his fingers digging into her body, he watched Joi’s face until her eyes opened and met his gaze, giving him permission to keep going.
They communicated without words; him asking if she was good and her giving him the approval to continue.
East thought it best to take control, so he pushed up while he guided her down toward him. It was slow, the movement was barely visible, but Joi felt every inch of him as he filled her. They continued like this until she finally reached the base.
“You good?”
Joi nodded this time and leaned forward, pressing her forehead into his shoulder blade. East was huge. She felt the tension of her body fighting against his size but didn’t care. She wasn’t about to deny him.
It took her a minute and a few deep breaths to begin a slow, steady motion. With his hands still securely at her waist, Joi eased up and down his length, holding her breath each time she made it to the tip, and exhaling when he pushed all of himself inside her.
The first few minutes were all about adjusting, but she eventually opened up for him. They both felt the exact moment she found comfort with East embedded deep inside her tight space. East accepted it as a green light to do what he did best.
“Gotdamn,” growled from his chest and left his lips while his fingers pushed into her body a little deeper.
He began a steady rhythm of slamming her down on his hardness. Their grunts, moans, and pleas synced as each of them expressed just how good the other felt.
Joi felt him in her stomach and she wouldn’t deny that he had reached the area beneath her ribs.
He was that deep, or at least it felt that way, but she didn’t let it deter her drive to keep up with him.
She matched East’s strokes, only allowing him control when his large hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, bringing her mouth to his.
East pushed his tongue into her mouth and it heightened the tension pulling in his abdomen.
He wasn’t a kisser. Kissing was intimate and that wasn’t his thing.
That didn’t, however, stop East from damn near suffocating Joi, kissing her so aggressively that by the time she pulled away, she was gasping for air.
Their eyes were locked in a lustful trance that had him slamming her down harder while she grunted through her discomfort but never once tried to stop him.
Joi’s spine stiffened and she fell against East again when her orgasm hit.
It rushed through her so fast that she was defenseless.
All she could do was grit her teeth and pray it didn’t kill her because she surely felt it would.
The sensation was just that strong. East allowed Joi to have her moment, grateful she had reached her peak because he was fighting hard to hold on as it was.
He said a quick prayer that she was on some sort of birth control because he was unprotected and couldn’t pull out.
That wasn’t an option at this point. Control!
She had it, or rather her body did, so East now found himself defenseless as well.
He lifted Joi and slammed her down a few more times before he unloaded.
Her body responded to the intrusion by pulsing around him and gripping his steeled erection while it throbbed against her walls.
Neither of them moved or said a word for what felt like forever until East’s hand moved from the base of her neck, down her spine, then he kissed her temple. “Shawty?”
Joi’s body trembled from the husky rasp of his voice. She smiled against his shoulder blade where her forehead rested and took her time lifting her head.
East searched her face for regret, hoping there was none. When she tucked her lip between her teeth to control the smile he saw, East chuckled.
“You straight?”
Joi nodded slowly before inhaling and releasing it. “We barely know each other.”
“I’m not judging. I told you, we’re both grown, consenting adults.”
“I know, but still…”
Joi had just met this man, only been with him three times, and here she was, giving it up, in his car, in the middle of the night.
“Nah, don’t do that. If you’re good, I’m good. That’s all it needs to be.”
She studied East for a minute longer before she nodded and relaxed a little.
“It’s late.”
East chuckled and moved his hands up her back again.
Normally, East would be the one looking for an out like she had just offered.
After he busted a nut, he didn’t want a connection.
He didn’t do the whole lay up with me thing, but for some reason, Joi’s little “it’s late” comment had him brooding.
His pride just wouldn’t let him do anything about it.
When she lifted off him and eased back over to her side of the car, he made the adjustment to his clothes before giving her his attention again.
“Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she quickly shot back.
“Shawty…” he pushed out. Why the fuck am I annoyed? “It’s late, I’m going walk you to the door,” he growled at her, causing Joi to frown a bit.
“Are you upset?”
East realized his mood had shifted and quickly got it together. “Nah, I’m cool. I’m not a fuck ass dude, though. I’m not about to let you be out here on your own this late.”
Joi nodded, still sensing something was off. She just left it alone.
Once they made it to her door, the tension was thick. Joi wasn’t sure why, but East knew exactly what it was. He didn’t want to leave.
“Hit me tomorrow,” he mumbled before pulling Joi into his chest and wrapping her in a hug. East felt comfortable with her in his arms but shook the thought.
After a kiss on the neck, he let go and waited until she was inside.
Joi smiled softly before closing the door, leaving her on one side and East on the other.
Just that quickly, she missed him already, but like East, she refused to put herself out there to do anything about it.
So she locked up and glided through her tiny apartment to shower, go to bed, and hopefully not dream of him.