Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
King
Another batch of fireworks explode overhead, and I glance around for Josie. She’s missing the spectacle. Crackling bursts of gold light spread across the stars and brighten the faces staring upward.
Aven stands beside me. We have plans to go fishing tomorrow, after the event. We won’t get that far, but it was a nice thought.
Bennett isn’t far away, either. We made plans that will never come to pass too. He asked if Josie and I would like to take a cooking class with him and Cat, and while culinary skills aren’t entirely in my wheelhouse, I said yes.
Ezra wants me to give Kindra away at their wedding. The wedding I’ll likely miss, despite wanting nothing more than to be there.
Frankie wants me to fly to England with her and Maverick so that I can show them where I grew up. She wants to know more about her heritage. It’s something they all deserve.
Something I can give none of them.
I’ve made plans with someone else after all this, too, and there she is, moving on the edge of the pond and coming toward me.
Her hair flows like silk in the light breeze, looking dark in the evening shadows. I long to twist those strands around my hand. My desire for her aches between my legs, and I yearn for her to let me in again. One last time before the curtain falls.
She stops in front of me and looks up as a burst of red light explodes above. “I’m not trying to monopolize your time, but I need to speak with you. Alone.”
“Should we go to the RV?”
With a shake of her head, she glances around and takes my hand, leading me away from the group and toward the house.
There’s only one reason she’d do that, and it’s that she needs something the RV doesn’t have.
That’s either a functional bathroom or a larger bed, and she wouldn’t drag me along for the former.
My feet move a little faster.
We make it up the stairs and onto the porch before she slows her pace. She doesn’t let go of my hand until we’re in the house, however. She glances around again, unsure.
“Where’s your room?”
I point down a dark hallway, and we turn in that direction. She finds the correct room on her first try, and I fumble for the light switch as she closes the door behind us. It’s a dimmer switch, so I turn it on low.
Josie paces the length of the bed, her thumbnail gripped between her teeth.
Not the body part I imagined going into her mouth, but no matter.
I mentally talk down the raging erection in my shorts as my heart tries to thump out of this black A-shirt beneath the ridiculous pineapple number.
Perhaps talking was all she had in mind.
“Something the matter?”
She steps closer to me. At first, I worry she’s about to cry, but her hands find my sides with a nervous sort of confidence. A shiver runs through me as her touch glides over my skin.
“Take off my clothes,” she whispers. “Slowly.”
Her fingertips dig into my back as she nips my chest, almost testing the taste of me, and then she steps back. This is wholly unlike her, so unsure and timid. There’s something different about her tonight. An innocence. A delicate vulnerability.
I unwrap her like a gift. As I pull off her shirt, her breasts beg for my mouth, but I don’t dip my head toward them. I wait for her next command.
“Lie on the bed,” she whispers once I’ve stripped her naked, and I love that she sounds more sure of herself now. Her confidence isn’t quite at its usual level, but it’s climbing.
She walks me backward, and when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I fall. She climbs on top of me and straddles my waist, then reaches for my hands and places them on her breasts. I enjoy their warmth and weight. I stroke my thumb over her nipples, just to watch her twitch.
Her head tips back, and she rolls her hips, grinding her pussy over my hardened length. She’s sopping; my khaki shorts darken where she drags her needy slit.
I’m dying for a taste.
The little mind-reading minx climbs off my lap and straddles me once more. This time, however, her pussy hovers above my mouth. She’s facing away from me, as if she’s craving a sixty-nine, but I soon find out why she chose this direction.
“Strip,” she says. “I want you to jack-off while you eat me.”
She leans forward and helps me lower my shorts until I can kick them off.
Then she grips the bottom of my shirt and rips the flimsy material all the way up my chest, leaving the hideous pineapple shirt intact and still on my person.
Her hands run over my abs, and having her plump pussy this close to my mouth without getting a taste is actual torture.
“Touch yourself,” she says. “I’ll sit on your tongue when I’m ready.”
I’m salivating at the very thought.
My right hand fists my cock, and I pump my shaft for her. Pre-cum wells to the tip, and I rub it over the head with my thumb. Josie lets out a moan. I’m tempted as her pussy clenches above my lips.
“Slower,” she whispers, and I tighten my grip on my cock while slowing my strokes.
My fist moves up my shaft, and Josie rocks right above my lips. If I stick out my tongue, I can get what I want, but I’m being a good boy. I’m waiting.
She rewards me by dropping her hips and giving me what I crave.
My tongue pushes through her warmth, and as I grind it in circles against her, I keep my head still so that she can position her pussy exactly where it feels best. I’m more than happy to let her man the helm. I only hope it helps her in the way she needs.
“Faster,” she moans, and I’m not sure if she means my hand or my tongue, so I say full steam ahead and crank the speed on both.
My hand rockets over my cock as my tongue enjoys lapping against her until it’s numb.
“Yes,” she whispers.
She’s close.
I keep the pace, though I’m dangerously close to giving her a facial she didn’t ask for. Then her legs quiver, and her head flies back as she bears down on my mouth. I lap up the proof of her orgasm like life-giving water. Maybe it is. Maybe she’s magic, and I’ll be invincible after this night.
I stop stroking myself, because this was never about me. It usually isn’t when it comes to Josie, and that’s why it had to be her. That’s why it never could have been anyone else.
It wasn’t just the challenge of kissing her. She isn’t one challenge to conquer. She’s a constant bloody challenge.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Josie climbs off my face and straddles my waist again. As she looks down at me, she bites her lip, but it’s not playful. It’s contemplative. She traces my lower lip with her thumb.
“I’ve always wanted to taste myself,” she says.
I place my hands on her hips. “Haven’t you already? You’ve sucked me off after I’ve fucked you plenty enough.”
She licks her lips and stares at mine.
“Josie,” I say, but my voice is a whisper.
She shouldn’t do this. She can’t kiss me. It’s not fair to her. Come tomorrow, I’ll be gone, and she’ll be left to suffer alone. At least, she’d better suffer alone.
Her breasts sway as she leans a little closer. Then they press against my chest, warm and soft. She tilts her head, and her hair falls like a curtain of fire over one bare shoulder. Her full lips part, and the magnitude of this moment crashes into me as her mouth inches closer to mine.
“Kiss me, King.”
Does she realize what she’s asking? She’s giving me something I don’t deserve, but I will greedily snatch what she offers so freely. I am a selfish, horrible man for accepting this gift. May I do my penance in hell when I’m taken from her tomorrow, because tonight is ours.
I pull her down, and her lips meet mine. Her mouth moves so little at first, so timid and unsure. I run my hand up her neck and to her jaw. She doesn’t have to be in control anymore, and I don’t think she wants to be.
I take the reins and help her find the rhythm between us, moving my tongue against hers. When it clicks for her, a small whimper squeaks out of her throat. My hand traces her jaw, feeling the force of her mouth and emotions. Can she feel mine? Does she realize how she’s ruining me right now?
I flip her onto her back and deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth until she’s a rocking, needy mess beneath me. She isn’t the only one. These kisses have undone me completely.
“I love you,” she says as she pulls away. Tears cast a glossy sheen over her eyes. “Only you.”
Leaning down, I kiss her again, covering her mouth with mine. She tilts her head and runs her hands through my hair as if she’s been kissing me her entire adult life. The awkward, innocent movements have become heated and full of knowledge well beyond her experience.
Josie pulls her face from mine. In a breathless rush, she says, “Fuck me. Now. I need you to fill me.”
I thought she’d never bloody ask.
I brace myself above her and ease into her cunt, driving my hips upward. It’s everything I wished for as she clenches around me and welcomes me home. Her back arches. She looks into my eyes, and what I see is more than I can stand.
I drop and kiss her again. I nibble her bottom lip, and when that earns a moan, I suck that sensitive bit of flesh into my mouth and nip just a bit harder, all while pumping into her. When she returns the favor and bites my bottom lip until blood coats my tongue, my hips stutter, and I fill her.
It’s entirely too quick, and I wanted this to last longer, but her mouth has undone me once more, just in a different way this time. In a way I want to experience again.
This can’t be the only time.
“Fuck, I’m coming too,” she whispers when she releases her steel-trap jaw.
I kiss her as we climax. Her pussy clenches tighter than it ever has, which elevates my orgasm as well. I’m surprised my ejaculate doesn’t leave an exit wound with how hard I come. I grit my teeth and thrust into her, jettisoning the entire contents in the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
When I finally stop unloading, I roll to the side and do my best to catch my breath. I also need to fully understand what just occurred.
Josie clears her throat. “So, I know that what just happened was kind of a big deal, and we’re both probably processing, but you just shot a ridiculous amount of jizz into my jazz, and it’s currently dripping down my asshole. I’d really like it to not do that right now.”
I use what remaining strength I have to pull on my shorts and haul myself out of the bed and into the attached bathroom. There’s no point in preparing a washcloth for her. With that amount of my DNA inside her, she’ll need a bath.
I run a warm tub, then hurry back to the bed and scoop her into my arms. Forcing her to walk would only leave a trail for Hansel and Gretel to follow. I cannot begin to explain how much I came.
Once we’re in the bathroom, I lower her into the tub.
Josie looks down at her fingers as they fiddle in her lap. “Is the challenge gone now that you’ve kissed me?”
“No,” I say, recalling my earlier thoughts. I brush the hair from her face so that she can see me fully. Then I grab a rag and begin cleaning the sweat from her skin. “You are a constant challenge.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?”
I smirk and bend down to kiss her. I’ll never tire of the feel of her lips on mine.
It’s such a shame I’ll only enjoy her kisses for twenty-four more hours. If that.
When I pull back again, she smiles up at me.
“I’m really loving this look, by the way. The pineapple shirt and the vest are both in rotation now.”
“Absolutely not.” I pull off the shirt before I can embarrass myself a moment further.
She lies back in the warm water. She sighs. And then she goes and ruins this beautiful moment by telling me to sit down. Nothing good ever begins with telling someone to sit down.
“We’ve just had a breakthrough of epic proportions. Whatever you have to say, it can wait until morning.”
She closes her eyes. “Morning may be too late. King . . . Blayne knows who you are, and he has something up his sleeve.”