Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

JOE

G ripping her delicate knees, I spread her legs apart, delighted when her T-shirt lifts and I'm greeted by white cotton panties.

I lock my gaze on hers, because I realize it's tough for her to give in and open up— pun intended .

Concern fills her green eyes. She's sorting through the reasons she thinks this is a bad idea.

I analyze her body language. Her lips part when I touch the tip of her knee. Her breath hitches when I slide my hands up her thighs. There's something she's not sure about. And I'm certain if I let her eyes leave mine, let her divert her attention from what's happening, the spell will break.

This is a journey of discovery, feeling her buttery smooth skin beneath my touch, her firm legs and thighs that could crush a man at will.

I move my hands under her shirt, stroking her lower stomach lightly. She shivers.

"If this is going too fast, you let me know."

She nods, her smile unreserved but challenging. Jane is so complex to read sometimes, but where that might frighten some men away, it only stirs me on.

I skim a finger under her panties, where the seam meets her upper thigh, then slide it down over the fabric to her middle. She's so wet and my throat tightens with anticipation. I lift her T-shirt over her stomach, lowering my face and she welcomes me, parting her legs some more and whimpering as my mouth glides down.

Through her thick, dark lashes, she stares at me inquisitively as I inhale her scent.

"Do you want this?"

She swallows, then nods.

"Speak to me, Janey."

Her nostrils flare, darkness filling her eyes, then she huffs. "Yes, Joey . Don't stop."

I laugh, running a finger along the edge of her thigh, lifting her panties, sliding my finger in further, feeling her soft hair. As if releasing some long-kept weight from her shoulders, she breathes out a heavy exhale and slams her eyes shut.

After all the bickering, all the lead up to this moment, I kind of wish she was more difficult to get going, more challenging, but apparently Jane is an eager beaver.

Still, I want to enjoy this. Even if she's ready to go, I bet she wants it to last a while, too, so I take my time.

With a light swipe of my finger along her skin, barely touching her but enough to ignite her desire, she drops her head back and supports herself against the wall behind her. She arches her back; her pebbled nipples push against her shirt, making me regret not taking it off before coming south. I can only imagine how amazing her beautiful breasts would look while I sucked on her pussy.

Fuck the teasing , I think, giving into my greediness and grip the sides of her underwear, yanking them down.

Bared to me, she squeezes her thighs together. I tsk and shove her legs apart, spreading her open.

"Don't hide from me, Jane. I want to see you."

She makes a grimace and shuts her eyes, but her legs relax under my grip.

Moving to her inner thighs, I push a little more, then prop her feet up on the dryer. Exposed, she's at my mercy, and shivers again. I know she's feeling vulnerable, but I've never seen such a pretty pink pussy so wet and ready.

"Jesus, Jane. What have you been hiding from me?"

"Christ, Joe. Are you just going to talk all night, or are you going to make me come?"

Her forceful words drag my gaze up. Her vibrant eyes meet mine, and she smirks, causing my jaw to drop.

A laugh slips from my mouth. "That's my girl."

I run two fingers down her slit, then back up, softly pressing her clit. A needy, tortured moan spills over her lips.

"Is this what you like?"

She nods.

"Want me to make you come with my tongue?"

Another nod.

I slip two fingers inside her, covering her clit with my mouth, and with a few quick flicks of my tongue, she tightens around my fingers.

"Remember what I said," I say, feathering her skin with light kisses. "You need to tell me what you want."

"I want…" Jane stops, weighing her words, nibbling her lip.

"Come on, honey. They're just words."

She releases her lip, then licks it when I tongue her warm flesh. "I want you to fuck me with that smart mouth of yours."

This time, my laugh comes straight from my belly, but damn if I'm not surprised by this little feisty thing.

Too willing to please, I give her what she wants, consuming her like I'm the champion in a pie-eating contest.

I was right—her thighs are deadly and once I get her to the edge of her orgasm, she clenches my head between them like a vise. All it does is make me go harder.

I thrust my tongue into her, and suck on her. Rub my fingers, tickle and pinch harder, sparing no inch of her skin until she dissolves all around me. Until she shudders and makes the dryer's lid clatter, its loud, metallic sound mixing with her screams.

Lying breathless, she grins down at me. I stand up and run my hands over her pert nipples, lightly massaging her breasts through her T-shirt, before easing her to a seated position.

A dark pink flush across her cheeks brings out her freckles, but her eyes aren't darting all over the place as they usually do. They're fixated on me and soothe a strange tension inside my chest, telling me that this might not turn into something awkward and messy after all.

Maybe this will just be fun.

JANE

As the warm thrill of my orgasm fades with every rumble of our dryer, my thoughts clear.

Joe massages my breasts. His long, thick manly fingers tenderly rub my nipples and gradually let my orgasm drift into deep relaxation.

I shake my head, unable to wrap my mind around what had just happened. "That was…"

He smiles without meeting my eyes. "I know."

I playfully shove his shoulder. "Of course you do."

"I didn't mean it that way. I mean, it was…" He doesn't finish the sentence and his words drift into awkward silence.

I tug my T-shirt down over my hips, suddenly feeling on display up on this podium. The ground now seems so distant.

"Here, let me." Joe grabs my waist and lifts me off the dryer, carefully putting me down, but he doesn't let go of me. "You're so sexy after you come, you know that?"

"Jerk." I push him away, or try to, but his grip doesn't loosen. "Joe…"

"I'm not done with you." He swiftly crouches, gripping my thighs, and lifts me up against him.

As if expecting it, I wrap my legs around his waist and eagerly claim his lips with mine. Heated, rushed and messy, I'm consumed by our kiss and barely notice he's carrying me to my bedroom.

Without elegance, he throws me onto the bed and I yelp, but as he settles on top of me, his massive weight is welcome against my now cold skin. I can't help giggling.

One of his hands cups my ass, and I lift my leg, tucking my foot behind his back, as his mouth brushes over mine, down my neck, to my breasts. Through the T-shirt, he takes a nipple between his teeth, nipping down just enough for my hips to buckle.

He digs his fingers into my flesh, but I only now realize he's still dressed. My clumsy fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Finally releasing him from it, I tug it down his arms.

"Fucking hell!" I snap when the cuffs catch around his wrists. "Can you get naked already?"

With a deep laugh, he kneels between my legs and undoes the rest of his buttons. I can only gape at his wide, tanned chest and his dark pink nipples. Salivating, I sit up and take one in my mouth, moaning with delight. He tastes as good as he looks. Better even.

Joe runs his hand through my hair and tugs, then leans down, pressing me back into the mattress, pushing his hard length against my core. I run the back of my hand down his chest, his stomach, over the ridges of hard muscle, then my fingertips touch the tip poking through his pants, and I freeze.

"What is it?" he asks, his lips at my ear.

"Your penis."

He glances down. "What about it?"

"Nothing. It's just… there. And hard ."

"Yeah, that's usually how this goes. Is that a problem?"

I let out a short, nervous laugh. "No, but are we really doing this?"

"Honey, after what we just did, this is what's freaking you out?"

The realization hits, and I burst out laughing, hiding my face in his chest. "I'm so weird."

Joe cradles my head and kisses the top of it. "You really are." He rolls off of me and gets off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Getting this out in the open," he replies, working his zipper. "Literally."

"What are you…?"

Before I can finish speaking, Joe's pants and underwear drop to the floor. He kicks them off and stands in the middle of my room, completely naked. Embarrassed, I dart my eyes away.

"Look at me, Jane."

I cover my eyes with my hands, like someone who's never seen a naked person before. "No, I can't."

"Jane. My tongue was inside you. I think you can look at my cock."

"Oh, god," I groan. "Don't call it that."

He laughs. "What should I call it then? My dick? Manhood? Purple-headed-yogurt-slinger?"

A gagging noise tumbles from my mouth. "Those aren't any better."

"Then you name it."

"I will not." I laugh, but keep my eyes covered. The bed sinks under his weight when he returns, kneeling in front of me. He takes my wrists and pries my hands away from my face.

"Look at me," he commands.

I open my eyes and gasp. His cock/dick/penis is a few inches from my face, all rigid, long, and thick, and suddenly, I'm insanely thirsty. "Wow."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't a compliment."

Defeated, he sinks back onto his legs. "Ouch."

"No, it's… great. I meant, wow, it's…" I shove my head in my hands again. "Why can't I be normal?"

"Cause then you'd be boring," he replies, taking my hands in his. His smile is kind and sends warmth through my limbs. "Jane, I want us to fuck, but clearly it's not happening, so let's call it a night."

He slides off the bed, but I reach out for his hand, tugging him so he sits next to me. "No. Stay."

I bring his hand to my lips, kissing his knuckles, then slide it down my chest before moving it further down until it's wedged between my legs. I guide his fingers, sliding them along my middle.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth and peers up at me, a deep v between his eyes. He runs his free hand through my hair, tugging slightly. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Joe." I rub myself against his hand, watching his eyes drift shut. "Hard."