11. Jones

CHAPTER 11

Jones

I nside the darkness of the bar, I grab two beers from the fridge before I follow Mia up the stairs to my apartment. My focus goes straight to her ass as it shifts so perfectly in the tight biker shorts. Her cheeks peeking underneath the hem of the fabric are so tempting, that I want to lean forward and take a bite. Instead, I tease her with the touch of the cold beer bottle on her bare thigh.

She squeals and whirls around on the step. "Ack, Jones!" She gives me a light shove on the shoulder, and I slip down a stair and chuckle.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Snatching both bottles from me with a playful glare, she says, "What do you need these for anyhow? You need to get drunk to have sex with me?"

"Hell no." At her words, the realization sinks in. Mia and I are going to have sex. And now I'm even more anxious to get her up these stairs and into my apartment. "We're going to need to hydrate after I'm done with you."

She snorts a laugh, and the sound reverberates in my depths. It makes me want her even more.

"If that's the case, I don't think that's going to be enough."

"No?"

"We have a lot of time to make up for."

With that, I'm done for. At this moment, I know, without a doubt, my heart is fully invested in this. In Mia.

And I won't think about the end of summer. About her leaving.

It will gut me.

I compartmentalize so I can have this beautiful night with her.

Mia turns and walks backward, pulling me with her toward my bed, gazing at me without breaking eye contact. My heart hums in my chest and I force myself out of my head. Because it doesn't matter what happens tomorrow. Tonight, Mia is here. Standing in front of me, wanting me.

Her hands go to my chest, her fingers pressing into me so gently. I reach my hand around the back of her neck and haul her close enough for my lips to reach hers. Our mouths crash together and it's a beautiful, heart-wrenching thing. Us kissing. Finally, after all these years and pain between us.

As much as I want to push all that away, I can't. It's a part of us I realize. It will always be there. And maybe it's not a terrible thing. I'm stronger for it.

The sound of the buckle on my jeans coming undone steals me from the spiraling of my thoughts. And suddenly I'm in the moment. Mia gazes at me with fire in her eyes as she makes quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans.

" Fuck ," I let the word fall from my lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" I almost bark out a laugh. "Peaches, nothing is wrong. And that's what's fucking with me."

Worry passes over her expression.

"You, me, here…it's perfect."

"Oh," she whispers, relief in her tone.

"I've been waiting a long time for this."

"Me too," she admits, her fingers teasing the waistband of my briefs. My stomach muscles tense and I suck in a breath.

My hands move down her backside, sliding against the smooth fabric until they reach her ass and I squeeze, yanking her close to me. I want her to feel how long I've been waiting for this. To know just how bad I want her. I swear I've been hard for years waiting for her.

"Touch me, Peaches," I demand, my voice growling. "Touch me and know just how long I've been waiting for you."

She bites her lower lip and for a moment, I worry she's not going to. That she doesn't like me telling her what to do. Because she wouldn't be wrong. Where do I get off?

But before I can retract my words, and apologize like the pussy-whipped Jones I used to be, Mia drags my jeans down, over my butt and erection, and her hand slips inside my briefs. As soon as the warmth of her hand wraps around my bare cock, my entire body shudders.

As her fingers tease me, I gather the bottom of her shirt in my hands and lift it off her, tossing it to the floor. She's gorgeous, her breasts being held in by a red lacey bra. Red . It's something new about her. She never owned a red bra when we were dating. For some reason, this little thing is exciting and gets the blood pumping harder through me.

But I need more.

More of her.

More touching.

My hands skim across her stomach, a sexy belly button ring catching my eye and intensifying the craving for her. Again, this is new. And it's sexy as hell.

I want to ask her about it. Ask when she got it pierced. And what made her decide to do it.

But she distracts me when she grips my cock with more vigor sending pleasure ricocheting through me. I don't hold back the groan from tumbling from my throat. I run my hands up to her breasts that nearly spill out the top of her bra. They're bigger than they used to be. I cup each one in my palms and squeeze and fuuuuuuck they feel amazing. She's changed. She's matured. And it's such a turn-on.

I reach around her back and unclasp her bra while I gift her shoulder with kisses. My hands glide up her back, and I relish in the feel of her bare skin skidding against my palms. While I release her breasts from her bra, I stare at her like I'm a bull who's seeing red, unable to break my trance. Her tits are more beautiful than when the bra was covering them. They're full and perky and begging to be touched, teased, and worshiped.

Mia's hand slips against my cock with more ease, the pre-cum leaking out and causing the friction to intensify. And the urge to want more increases too. Regretfully, I remove her hand from inside my briefs and kiss her to reassure her that things between us are just getting started. I step out of my jeans that have fallen around my ankles and strip my underwear off.

She doesn't take her attention off me. And once my underwear is off completely, her dark green and feral eyes widen at my cock. Maybe I've changed too. It's been a long time since she's seen me naked.

"Like what you see, Peaches?" my words come out sounding gravelly.

With her lip held tightly between her teeth, her gaze sweeps up to meet mine and she nods slowly.

"I think my thick cock would look better wrapped around those pretty lips," I mumble.

She gasps.

For a second, I think she's going to argue. But I don't let her.

"Get on your knees," I growl.

She doesn't hesitate. And she doesn't break eye contact either, as she slowly drops to her knees. My heart races to see her like this. So willing, so gorgeous.

As soon as she gently grips my cock, it stiffens even more in her hand. I watch in reverence as her tongue darts out and licks the pre-cum from the tip. A shiver runs through me.

" Fuck, Mia ," I hiss.

She takes my words as encouragement, and she slides her tongue along the length of my dick before taking me into her mouth fully. Pleasure builds and ripples as she takes me in and out, her lips popping off for a second before diving back again.

I clench my ass and push my fingers through her hair, guiding her head into me further as I thrust against her mouth. I try not to think about how different this feels than it did before. Or think about how she's clearly more skilled than she used to be. But it feels fucking amazing.

Finally, I'm fully out of my head and it's just this incredible moment stretching between us. Mia on her knees before me and sucking me off like the compliant goddess she is, her soft hair tethered between my fingers, the scent of her floral perfume mixing with the musky harsh scent of me. The adorable moans coming from her. And the thrill of being utterly satisfied teases me the more she moves her mouth.

I exhale shakily. "You're breathtaking just like this…on your knees for me…compliant."

Before I know it, she's dangerously close to finishing me off. Despite the restraint it used to take, I would warn her so I wouldn't come in her mouth. She'd pull off just in time for me to spill beside her. The orgasm is never quite as good when there isn't something squeezing my cock, but I need to show Mia I'm the same thoughtful guy I used to be.

"Hey, hey," I rasp, "That's enough, Peaches."

But she doesn't pull away.

"Mia," I bark, tugging her head back slightly.

Sliding her mouth from my length enough to speak, she says, "It's okay. I want to."

My brows pull together. "Wait, what?"

"Jones, I want you to finish."

I lift my brows and anticipation buzzes through me. "Are you sure?"

"I want to swallow every last drop." A devilish grin pulls at her lips as she takes my cock in her mouth once again. She reaches her hands around to my butt cheeks and digs her nails into my flexed muscles. It's so arousing I explode within seconds.

"That's it, fuck my cock with that beautiful mouth of yours." I grip her head and hold her against me as my dick strains and surges, shooting my cum down her throat.

I tug her hair, tipping her head back and she gazes up at me, her eyes sultry and watering.

"Now…swallow for me like a good girl," I demand.

I watch as she does what I command. When she doesn't choke, I am completely turned on. "Holy hell, Peaches, you're so fucking gorgeous like this."

Blush fans across her cheeks and she slowly pulls back, popping off my tip. She sits back on her knees, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. I'm so obsessed with her at this moment, finding her both, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, while also the sexiest.

Dropping to my knees, and joining her on the floor, I take her face in my hands and gaze at her. She smiles sheepishly, but it's also reflecting a bit of pride that she can't hide from me. There might be a lot of things that are different about her, but not this. Not her expressions or her smiles. These are still Mia.

"You gonna think less of me now?" she asks, her voice rasping against the stillness of the room.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I bark out. "That was sexy. You're sexy."

She smiles. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

She snorts a laugh.

"Now I only hope I'll be able to return the favor just as good."

She bites her lower lip.

I stand and pull her up with me, holding her underneath her elbows. "As cute as those biker shorts are, I'm gonna need you to strip for me, beauty."

"Jones," she rasps, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"What is it?"

She purses her lips before finally saying, "It's been a long time since you saw me naked."

"And? You trying to hurt me with the reminder? Because I know it's been a long time."

"I've changed. My body has changed," she says, dropping her gaze and staring at the floor.

Heat fills my face. "You being serious right now? You're worried about your body?"

"A little," she admits. "And it's not just because I'm older or things have shifted. Jones, my body hasn't been the same since…since…I was pregnant."

I lift her chin to encourage her to look at me. It takes a bit, but eventually, she does. "Your body is beautiful. It's strong. It's been through hell and back. And it's still flawless."

She exhales a breath like she doesn't believe me.

"Even if it takes all night, I'm going to worship your body until you're convinced."

The corner of her lip lifts. "I don't think that's necessary."

"Strip," I demand again.

"Jones—"

"You heard me. Now," my voice thunders.

She glares at me defiantly. It's cute. But it's not going to convince me to change my mind. She deserves to be praised.

Slowly, she tugs the biker shorts down her thighs, and my dick twitches. She kicks out of the shorts and now stands before me dressed in only a scrap of silky red panties. Red. Again. Saliva pools in my mouth.

Is this woman trying to kill me ?

I swallow. "Those too, Peaches. I want to see all of you."

She rolls her eyes at me. I'm tempted to laugh, except I'm too aware of just how lucky I am to be a witness of this beautiful woman undressing in front of me. And then I have no words at all. Her panties are pooling around her ankles and my jaw is falling along with it.

She's breathtaking.

And she was worried about her body. I groan and shake my head. She's the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on.

"You're absolutely stunning."

A big smile appears on her face. "You're not disappointed?"

"I could never be disappointed when it comes to you," I say, my voice rumbling in my chest. I step closer to her, my hands anxious to touch her everywhere. "You're so tempting, I could eat you up."

"Promise?" she quips.

"Oh okay, there's the cheeky girl I remember," I tease back. "Get that cute ass of yours on the bed."

Mia crawls backward onto the bed and I climb right up after her. I'm anxious to get my mouth on her. To taste her. It's been so long , is what plays on repeat in my mind.

As she lays flat on her back, her chest rises and falls rapidly. I hover over her and admire her naked body. The way her huge tits sit so perfectly at attention like they're on display for me. Unable to restrain myself, I lower my head and drag my tongue agonizingly slow over one pink nipple. She squirms beneath me. And I can't resist the grin that pulls at my lips.

I pull back and blow air across the same wet nipple. She inhales a sharp intake of breath. Diving my mouth down again, I lick the pebbled nipple before taking in a mouthful of her breast.

Lowering down her body, I spread kisses across her stomach until my lips find her belly button. I have been eager to get my mouth on this piercing since I saw it the other night. My tongue darts out and flicks the cool metal. I twirl up and over and around the studded ring. She moans and the sound causes my cock to throb.

Pushing up onto my knees, my gaze travels down her body and back up again. She watches me with intrigue and expectance, and it empowers me to continue. Because, holy fuck , I think she wants this night to happen as much as I do.

I rest my hands on her waist and slide them down her stomach, admiring every inch of her. She tried to warn me that her body was different. There are a few small aspects that are different about her. But not in a bad way. She's softer in the tummy and she has a few stretchmarks on the sides of her hips where they've slimmed from when I last saw her. Her skin is a shade or two lighter. My guess is not as many lake days in Connecticut as she used to get in Maple Ridge.

But none of that matters to me. None of it holds my attention. Because all I see is the only woman I have ever loved with an immaculate body laid bare for me to adore and cherish.

"You're staring," she mutters, her breathing still accelerated.

"No, beauty, I'm admiring," I banter.

An adorable smile brightens her face.

Gripping my hands to the insides of her thighs, I force her legs apart, and my cock throbs at the sight of her wet pussy exposed to me.

"You're already so fucking wet," I growl.

"No, shit, Jones. That's how bad I want you." She exhales a light laugh and I can't resist a smile too.

But I also can't look away. Her pretty, pink pussy is mesmerizing as it shimmers for me. I push my tongue out of my mouth and lick my lips. Keeping one hand on her thigh, I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit. She trembles at my touch.

I slide two fingers down her center until they find her opening so slick, that she's practically dripping with arousal. Slipping inside, she releases a throaty moan. I hover over her and lower my lips to hers as I continue to tease her pussy with my fingers. Her hand wraps around to the back of my neck and I part her lips with my tongue.

Mia used to go fucking wild at the slightest touch to her clit. I want to give her what she craves, but I don't want to finish her off so quickly. Not until I've at least tasted her.

Breaking off our kiss, I push up to my knees again. "Spread those legs for me, Peaches. My tastebuds need to be reminded of why I gave you that nickname."

She complies without arguing, opening up her legs and pulling her knees toward her sides. A brutish groan expels from my throat as she stretches out making herself completely bare for me.

I can't help from pressing my fingertips into her inner thighs and shoving her knees up even further. My stare is carnal while I wait for her reaction, finding myself desperate for it. She gasps and her eyes roll back.

"You're so fucking flexible," I growl, before I glide my tongue across her clit.

"Jones," she hisses, and it sets my skin on fire.

I force her leg against the bed while I twirl my tongue, and she releases muffled moans. And when I lick her from her clit down to her pussy, she writhes beneath me. My tongue dives inside eagerly, and the feel of her along with the taste, sends memories flashing in my mind. She tastes as sweet and delectable as I remember.

Skidding a hand up her stomach, I reach for her tit and flick her nipple while I draw her clit in my mouth and suck.

"Jones," she cries out.

"That's it, Peaches. Say my name. Scream it while you fuck my tongue."

And she does.