24. Hallie

Josh’s thumb trails up and down both sides of my pussy, spreading the wetness already there, and my body reacts as if he didn’t just make me come less than a minute ago. Then his head dips down, and the swipe of his tongue is completely ruthless as it licks up and down my slit, before swirling around my clit. My pussy throbs against his mouth as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter for him.

“Such a beautiful, needy little cunt, baby, and who does it belong to?”

The word baby falling from his lips should be a sin, my body writhing against his tongue and my sheets as I gasp, “You, it belongs to you.”

His eyes flick up from between my legs to meet mine, his smile wicked, as he shakes his head and purrs, “Such a good fucking wife for me.” His fingers part my lips, his tongue sucking my clit into his mouth gently, not giving me a chance for his dirty words to digest before he is feasting on me like a man starved. “You taste so fucking sweet, Tink,” he groans against my pussy, his breath hot and his tongue deliciously wet.

“Fuck, Joshua, yes,” I moan, unable to keep my cool as he licks, bites and sucks my pussy, until I am aching for him. When I pant his name again in nothing short of a desperate plea, he sucks my clit again, and I watch in awe as he brings his left hand up and sinks his ring finger inside of me.

A guttural moan tears from my throat now as he swirls his tongue around me, his finger rubbing that sweet spot inside of me. “So fucking tight for me, baby, I can’t wait to feel this sweet little cunt clenching around my cock.” He fucks his finger in and out of my cunt, while his tongue continues its pattern of gliding up and down the length of my slit, and then lapping against my clit even more.

The feel of his ring inside of me is another level of hot, and all I can do is spread my legs wider for him, praying he sinks in even deeper. Then he is going at me even harder, his tongue working my clit until I am crying out for him. I roll my hips against him, trying desperately to meet every swipe of his tongue, and he groans, pulling me against him even harder.

His tongue and finger fuck me in a tandem until I am completely at his mercy and desperate to come again. “Give it to me, Hals, I know you want to,” he growls against my cunt, and his words mixed with the flick of his tongue, and the depth of his finger, have me exploding against him.

I come hard, the orgasm pulsing out of me everywhere as I scream his name and roll my hips against his mouth. “Yes, yes, right there, yes,” I pant out, gushing against his face, and he laps at me greedily.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his pace never relenting until I am completely spent beneath him. Only then does he rise from between my thighs, crawling up my body and bringing his mouth back to mine. “You’re so fucking sweet.” The kiss is slower this time, like he is savoring the taste of us, until I am melting against him, ready to go again, but much to my dismay, he pulls back and bites his lips with a smile. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine, and I can feel his cock pressing into me, and I can’t help but squirm.

“A repeat of what we just did would be preferred,” I snap, feeling both satisfied and needy, and he barks a laugh.

“See this is why you’re one of my favorite people,” he tosses back casually, pushing off of my body and moving to sit on the end of bed, cracking his neck, like his tongue and words didn’t just obliterate me.

Feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach at the thought that what we just did means everything to me, and nothing to him, I move to push off the other side of the bed, and quickly grab my robe.

“I’m just going to freshen up,” I tell him quickly, darting out of my bedroom towards the bathroom before he can respond, and not stopping until I am on the other side of the locked bathroom door.

When I look in the mirror, I find my cheeks completely stained pink, my neck and chest not faring much better either, and I can feel myself starting to panic. Oh my god. What the hell was that? How did we go from talking about his father to me on my knees for him, to his head between my thighs? This is bad, really bad, we will never recover from this. How am I ever going to look him in the eye again after I just crawled to him? How can I look myself in the eye when I not only did it, but absolutely loved it?

I spend my days trying my best to remain in control of everything, from picking clothes that won’t irritate me, selecting foods I am comfortable with, to avoiding physical touch from the majority of people as I guide myself through my day. Hell, my whole sleeping schedule is centered around an entire routine, my whole life is. So relinquishing that to Josh, letting him take over, not thinking about anything but pleasing him, fuck it was refreshing. I felt free, yet I know it has ruined everything.

This was just about helping him feel some sense of power in his life, now we go back to being just friends, spouses, nothing more. Which is why I stay in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes, showering, brushing my teeth, and washing my hands three times, before I finally bravely go back to my room. That should be enough time for him to slip out and then text me an excuse for why he had to leave.

Yet when I stroll back into my room, I find our clothes tidied away, the lights turned down, and Josh sitting up in my bed, still shirtless with Percy snuggled under his arm. My TV is on and he has the next episode of Criminal Minds lined up ready to go. His eyes flick to mine, and the smile he offers me is almost coma-inducing. There is no trace of panic or regret, just the face of the same boy I have loved since I was nine.

“You don’t mind if I stay, right? I thought I could watch you fawn over Dr. Reid,” he muses, patting the spot beside him on my bed, as if he didn’t just have me spread out on it. My heart races at the memory, but my feet are moving towards him before my mouth can even form a response.

It’s only when I reach the bed that I spy a pair of pajamas laid out for me, along with some fresh underwear, and when I flick my eyes back to him, he is watching me carefully. I know that if I told him to leave, he would in an instant, yet for once I don’t want to be alone. I like having him in my space, I always have, and I’m glad he didn’t slip out without saying goodbye, no matter what just happened between us.

My throat still aches from taking him, and I have to swallow thickly as I untie my robe and slip it off, so I can put on the stuff he left out for me. His eyes flare wide as it hits the floor, his stare trailing over every inch of my skin like it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life, and for some reason I don’t feel shy. I don’t rush to cover up, I let him see me, all of me, taking my time to pick up the panties and step into them. Shimmying my hips as I slide them up my legs and into place, and only then do I reach for the Fairfield U tank he picked out for me, slipping it over my head.

My nipples are hard and begging for attention, and if he stares at me like this any longer I am going to be back on my knees, only this time I will be begging. That thought is only intensified when he reaches down to adjust his now hard again cock and curses, “Fuck, who knew putting clothes on could be so erotic.”

I laugh, sliding into the sheets beside him, surprised to realize he is only in his boxers, and I can’t help but think how easy it would be to slip them down and climb on top of him. The thought has me rubbing my thighs together, those two orgasms I’ve already had clearly are not enough when it comes to him.

With his stare still on me, the only thing I can think to say is, “You stole Percy.”

Josh scoffs, “I don’t think it counts as stealing if I am the one who got you the damn penguin, but let’s just say I’m enjoying joint custody for the night.” Then he lifts up the arm holding him and pulls me into his body like it’s the most normal thing in the world for us. “Now be quiet and watch your little boyfriend,” he adds, picking up the remote and pressing play, and I laugh.

“You sound jealous,” I muse, keeping my eyes on the screen, even when I feel his gaze burning into the side of my face.

“What do I have to be jealous of, Tink?” he asks, reaching across my body, picking up my left hand, and tapping my wedding ring. “You belong to me now, remember, which means the only boyfriends you are allowed are fictional.” He places my hand down and taps it like that’s all he needs to say, focusing back on the screen.

Butterflies swarm my insides, as I try to do the same, yet casually reply, “Oh well that’s good, because there are a lot of those.”

His head snaps back to me. “How many?”

I shrug, pretending I am following what is happening on the TV screen. “At least a hundred that I can think of off the top of my head.”

I don’t see his reaction, but he stares at me for a few seconds, before blowing out a breath. “Damn, that’s some tough competition.”

Smirking, I snuggle more into his side as I mutter, “Oh you have no idea.”

For the next couple of hours we cuddle up together watching TV, and it’s probably the most relaxed I have ever seen him. That point is only proven when I turn to ask if he is ready for another episode, and I find him sleeping softly beside me, Percy tucked under his chin. I can’t help but smile as I look at them, reaching for my phone and snapping a picture, before I quietly slip out of bed. I make quick work of going to the toilet, turning off the TV, and getting back into bed ready for sleep, and as soon as I turn on my side, he reaches out in his sleep and pulls my body into his.

Dreams don’t come easy after that, because for once my reality is better.

My sleep is restless,and when the sound of an alarm that isn’t my own starts blaring, I curse into my pillow, as Josh unwraps himself from around me. I flick my eyes open to watch him reach over and turn it off, and then, like a psycho, he just instantly climbs out of bed. There is no hitting snooze, no waiting for him to fully wake up, nope, he is just up and out of bed.

I keep my head on my pillow and my eyes closed, ignoring him as he darts around the room, slipping back into his clothes with ease, before leaning down and whispering, “Hals, I’ve got to get home and get changed for class.”

My eyes flick open to meet his, and I nod, feeling a lot more nervous to be around him than I did yesterday. Maybe my post-orgasm haze has worn off. He pauses a moment, looking a little unsure, before he nods back and then turns to leave, and when the door closes behind him, I can’t stop the sense of dread that creeps over me.

Before that feeling can fully take over, my bedroom door flies back open and he storms towards me, his lips slamming to mine before I can take another breath. He kisses me with more intensity than yesterday, if that’s even possible, before he pulls back and smiles at me softly.

“Meet me after practice today? We can go to the center together.” His question lingers in the air between us, and all I can do is nod, making his smile even wider. His lips meet mine again and I curl my hands around his neck, feeling desperate for more of him, for more of us, and when he groans into my mouth, I almost drag him back into the bed. “Fuck, Tink, you really know how to kick-start a man’s day,” he grits, standing up and adjusting his hard cock behind his pants.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I boast back without thinking, and his eyes darken.

“Trust me, Hals, what I have seen will be imprinted into my mind for eternity,” he says with a wink, and I blush as he backs away from the bed and adds, “Until later, wife.”

Then he’s gone, taking my heart, and my orgasms, with him.