Chapter Twenty-Eight
JT tried not to get distracted by her homicidal thoughts toward Kyle. He and Ali had been together for like a decade and that motherfucker hadn’t been making this woman, this absolute goddess, come regularly? What a jackass.
JT focused on one thing and one thing only: making sure Ali had an amazing time. “If it feels good, let me know, and if I do something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
Ali nodded, her face flushed, JT’s flannel dropping open, exposing Ali’s torso.
JT couldn’t get enough of looking at her soft belly, her perfect breasts, her delicious nipples.
JT began again, slowly, trying to bring Ali back to the place where she was begging for JT to touch her. It didn’t take long.
As she placed a line of kisses down past Ali’s belly button to the top of her underpants, Ali’s hips thrust up toward JT’s face. Fuck yes. JT made eye contact with Ali as she pulled her underpants down enough to expose her hip bones. “This okay?”
Ali nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.
JT placed a gentle bite on Ali’s hip bones and smoothed it with the flat of her tongue. Ali bucked again. JT smiled and repeated the action until Ali was panting and pulling at her hair.
“JT, please. Stop teasing me.”
JT hooked her fingers in the elastic and tugged Ali’s underwear off. She let her tongue wander from her hip bones closer and closer to Ali’s core. JT relished the way Ali’s body reacted, the way her thighs clenched, the sounds that came with her ragged breathing.
JT knelt on the floor. Sure, it was hard as hell on her knees, but she would stay there all night if that was how long it took to make Ali lose control. She ran her tongue up the inside of Ali’s thigh before flattening it across Ali’s clit.
“Fuck,” Ali husked as her hips moved against JT’s mouth.
JT used her hands to hold Ali against her, her fingers splayed across Ali’s ass, gripping it tighter and tighter. As she sucked and licked, Ali moved harder against her. Her breath grew more ragged, and JT was more and more turned on from the sounds coming from Ali’s mouth.
“Don’t stop. I’m almost there,” Ali panted.
JT hummed in response. Ali’s breathing changed and JT sucked harder while pressing her tongue against Ali. In an instant, Ali tensed and then released, her body relaxing as she let out a string of expletives. It was super hot.
JT relaxed, sitting on her heels to take some of the pressure off her knees, which she now noticed were screaming at her. Ali’s floor wasn’t soft or forgiving, and JT was sure she’d have bruises on her knees in the morning. She didn’t care. It was worth every ache.
JT rubbed her hands over Ali’s legs, which were chilly under the heat of her palms. “You’re cold.”
Ali smiled down at her, looking blissfully happy. “Then come warm me up.”
JT stood and wrapped her arms around Ali.
Ali’s bare chest against her skin threatened to turn a sweet hug into JT wanting more.
She told herself to relax, she wasn’t going to rush Ali into anything more.
No matter how much she was dying to have Ali’s hands on her.
She could wait. She would wait. Ali deserved to enjoy what they’d done without thinking for one second about JT’s wants.
“My ass is numb,” Ali said with a giggle. “I think the counter put it to sleep and now I can’t feel it.”
JT looked down. “We can’t have that.” She scooped Ali off the counter and held her as she walked them through Ali’s house. “Where to?”
Ali nodded in the direction of the living room. “Couch. I hate that thing, but I think knowing you carried me to it like some hot firefighter might make me hate it a lot less.”
JT maneuvered through the few boxes remaining in the room and gently put Ali on the couch. “Blankets?”
Ali pointed to an ottoman, fake leather with cracks all over the top. JT pulled the top off to find a soft fleecy blanket she used to cover Ali. “Better?”
Ali gave her a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Literally never been better in my life. You’re really fucking good at that.”
JT blushed but didn’t take her eyes off Ali. “I do my best.” She shivered and realized she’d left her T-shirt in the kitchen.
“Come in here with me,” Ali said, holding up the blanket.
JT looked at the couch and shook her head. “I’m too big.”
Ali shook her head. “Don’t be silly. I want you in here with me.” She scooted to one side, leaving a sliver of couch.
JT let her hand rest on Ali’s cheek. “You underestimate my sheer massiveness. There’s no way I can fit there without squishing you.”
Ali tugged at JT’s belt. “Are you always this difficult when a hot, naked woman asks you to come lie on top of her?”
JT knew she was blushing. Her face was on fire even with the top half of her body exposed to the chill. She took a deep breath. She crouched next to the couch. “Fine, but if you’re getting smashed, you have to promise to tell me.”
“Get in, Cox.”
JT did as she was told, and lay next to Ali, with one leg barely on the couch. She was not going to hurt this woman. Even if it meant falling off the couch or freezing her ass off.
Ali immediately wrapped her in the blanket with her and kissed the tip of JT’s nose. “So, that was amazing.”
JT couldn’t stop the grin on her face, not that she wanted to. Okay, maybe part of her wanted to play it cool but too much of her was giddy from the fact that she’d just had sex with Ali Porter, her all-time dream girl and first devastating crush.
“Do you need anything? Water? A snack?”
Ali shook her head. “You’re very sweet but right now all I want is you.”
JT protested. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Shut up and let me touch you.”
Electricity shot through JT when Ali grabbed her ass. She was trying to keep the focus on Ali but it was getting harder to concentrate on what Ali might need when all the blood in her body was rushing to her center.
Ali kissed her, her tongue sliding into JT’s mouth and teasing her. Her hands raked down JT’s stomach, bumping over each set of ab muscles as she worked her way to her jeans. “May I?” Ali whispered into JT’s mouth.
JT nodded. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want. I’m—”
“I have been wanting to fuck you since you sat across from me at the bar. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Okay,” JT said, her voice rough with want.
Ali undid her belt and moved to unzip her jeans, but JT got there first and pulled them off, leaving her in her underwear and sports bra.
Lying face-to-face on a narrow couch made it really awkward for Ali to touch her, so she spun JT around, so they were spooning.
Ali reached under JT’s bra and wiggled it up and off to give her access to JT’s chest. JT arched her back, sending her ass to press against Ali.
Their bare skin together burned as JT reached behind her to pull Ali into her. Ali responded by moving her hips against JT’s ass as her fingers flicked across JT’s stiff nipples.
“Ali, holy fuck.”
Ali’s hand moved lower until she paused at the waistband of JTs underwear.
“Ali, I swear to god. Touch me.”
Ali laughed. Her fingers found JT soaking wet.
Ali sucked in a breath. Her hips bucked into JT from behind causing her to arch back into the pressure.
Ali’s fingers slid along JT’s slick folds, moving slowly but with urgent pressure.
They rocked together, Ali’s hips coming forward into JT’s ass and JT pressing back against her, and Ali’s fingers worked JT into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Ali. I’m so close,” JT said between raspy breaths. “Don’t stop.”
Ali didn’t until JT came hard and shuddering against her fingers. Then she let her fingers ride out JT’s delicious aftershocks and then wrapped her arms and a leg around JT. Ali held her from behind like the sweetest, hottest spoon on the planet.
JT rolled toward her, bringing their faces back to being mere inches apart. “Okay, that was fucking hot.”
Ali beamed. “Yeah?”
JT leaned her forehead against Ali’s. “Either you had a lot of girlfriends during your time after Kyle or you’re a natural, because damn, Porter.”
Ali let her head fall against the couch. “I was nervous.”
JT adjusted her position on the couch, nearly falling off in the process, so she could look down at Ali.
“You didn’t seem nervous when you told me to fuck you,” JT said with a wicked grin.
“But I’m sorry if I make you nervous. You don’t need to be nervous around me, ever.
” She kissed Ali on the cheek, then the tip of her nose, then quickly on her lips.
Ali smiled and ducked her head into the crook of JT’s neck. JT felt her lips against her skin as Ali placed sweet, delicate kisses.
JT sighed. She could so easily fall asleep here. It would be so easy to spend the night wrapped around Ali. But then there would be questions she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. She looked over Ali’s head to the clock propped on some boxes. Shit.
“I’m sorry to do this, but I think I better go home, unless you want me to have to explain to my parents where I was all night.
” She threaded her fingers with Ali’s. “I wouldn’t mind letting them know I got to have sex with the hottest woman in the state, but you might not want your business out there like that. ”
Ali sighed. “When you put it that way, I don’t really want to have my run-ins with your mom being any more awkward than they already are. And I think if she knows I was busy fucking her daughter, things might get super weird.”
JT laughed at the thought. Her mom wasn’t a prude.
They’d been looking at classical art, much of it nudes, for her whole life.
Her mom was never weird about the human body or sexuality.
But how she would feel about JT and Ali, she was less sure.
It wasn’t a problem for them that JT was gay.
It might raise an eyebrow—momentarily—for them to learn Ali was also interested in women after having been married to Kyle for years.
But her parents would shrug that off. But none of that meant Ali, or JT, wanted the awkwardness of running into either of their parents at the supermarket or the post office with them knowing about this.
JT kissed her on her way to put her clothes on. “If they ask, I can say I was helping you with some boxes.”
Ali cackled and gave her a wicked smile. “Yeah, you go ahead and tell her you were helping me with my box.”
JT blushed crimson and stammered an explanation before giving up. “I will not be saying the word box to my family for the rest of my life.” She leaned down and placed a kiss on Ali’s lips. “See you tomorrow?”
Ali nodded and watched JT leave. She knew JT had to go home, but that didn’t stop her from wishing they could have spent the night wrapped up in each other.
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling reliving every kiss, every touch.
Although if JT had stayed, she wasn’t sure either of them would’ve slept at all…