“Christ,” he muttered in a rough voice. “Is sex all you ever think about? I’m just trying to comfort you, Alex. Be there for you as a friend. Stop trying to twist this into something dirty.”
“That would be easier if we weren’t both naked.” I laughed and held his long blond hair back from his face, all the better to see him. The cut of his cheekbones and the pronounced line of his nose. Also, his damp pink bottom lip. Perfect for kissing, biting, and sucking on. The man might have had a point about me having sex on the brain. But if I did, it was totally his own fault.
“You’re so pretty,” I said.
“Pretty?”
“Manly pretty. You know, hairy, and big, and hard and stuff.”
The adorable jerk sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll take that. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
We sat facing each other, me straddling his lap. His back rested against the headboard, his long legs were stretched out. Given the size of the man’s thighs, it was kind of hard for me to move much. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. From carrying all his tools and various pieces of building equipment around, he had a rather spectacular body. Thank God for his slight belly. It made me feel better about my own abundance of soft, rounded bits.
In bed, there was an edge to Joe that worked for me like crazy. New life plan, never let Joe leave the bed. Bossy or not, with a little training, I’m sure he’d make a wonderful voluntary sex slave. And oh, the things I’d command him to do.
He collared my neck with his hand, bringing me in closer for a kiss. Deeper this time, longer. His tongue in my mouth and his thumb stroking my jawline. Eyelids closed, my head spun in slow circles. There was only him and me. Everything else dwindled away to nothing.
A hand on the base of my spine scooted me in closer against his body. I might have been on top, but he had all of the control. Against his very nice hard thick cock in particular. If I angled my hips just right, it lined up perfectly with the top of my slit. Tingles shot through me when I rubbed against him.
Caressing his wrist, I watched him through dazed eyes. “I’m starting to notice how much you like to be in charge.”
“Hmm.” He half smiled. “Did you know, when I have my hand around your throat you get very, very wet? I can feel it on my dick, how hot and slick you are right now.”
Hell. Even his words got me wet. When it came to Joe Collins, my pussy was a wanton whore. And seriously, who could blame it? His body was one big beautiful playground. There wasn’t an inch of him I didn’t want to explore.
He leaned in, nipping my earlobe, making me gasp. “I think you’re starting to trust me, Alex.”
“Maybe you’re just really good at this cuddling and comforting stuff.”
“Oh, I’m all for pleasing you.” He grabbed hold of my hair, holding me in place for an assault on my neck. Shivers raced down my spine.
“Thought you were done with pleasing people.”
“Pleasing you pleases me.”
My breath came faster, lungs working harder. I reached down between us, sliding my fingers over the smooth silken head of his cock. Down farther, the ridge, then the more textured thickness of him. Hard and hot, it all felt so good. My insides ached for him.
“Lean back,” he ordered, hands beneath my arms, taking my weight. His mouth on my breast was ecstasy. Lips sucking, tongue licking, teeth biting. Pleasure followed by a tease of pain. Just enough to seize my body’s full attention, to set my nerves on fire. My head was a mess, my heart beating hard.
I held his head to me, fisting my hands in his hair. Two could play at this game. Also, at this angle, I could rub myself more effectively against his hard-on. Perfect.
“Joe.”
“Mm?”
“Enough. In me.”
The flat of his tongue dragged across my nipple, making it tighten even further. Then he gave it a quick kiss. “Soon.”
Damn him. “No, now.”
“Wait. I’m still comforting you,” he said, and blew softly over my wet nipple.
My eyes rolled back into my head, probably never to be seen again. Any more comforting and I’d explode. And while I didn’t exactly mean to, I’m pretty sure I gave his hair an impatient tug he couldn’t ignore.
With an arm around my back, he sat us back up straight. His other hand was busy reaching for a condom. Finally. My mouth found his, kissing him deep and wet while his hands shuffled my hips back just a little. So sad to lose contact between my sex and his. That it gave him the room to put on the condom was the only reason I allowed it.
One arm was around me, the other holding his cock. Our lips were close, but not touching. Some of the terrible eye gazing going on. Yet for some reason, I couldn’t look away.
The pressure against my labia before his blunt cockhead pushed into me. The feel of him opening me, filling me. However I’d made such things meaningless sex aerobics before, it wasn’t happening. Not with Joe. Right then, I didn’t have it in me to worry. We were connected, his dick buried deep within, and it felt fucking amazing. He was right. I didn’t just want him, I trusted him. And the feelings, the emotions stirring inside of me were building by the minute.
With my hands around his shoulders, my body wrapped up tight in his embrace, I rocked against him. The thick length of his cock sliding in and out of me, making me lose my mind. My nails sunk into the strong planes of his back, as I fought for self-control. But each time he plunged back into me before drawing slowly out again felt too good. Everything low in me tensed, electricity shooting through my veins.
The smell of him, so familiar. The scent of us together filled the space.
Sweat covered our skin, bodies sliding together faster. I gritted my teeth and worked harder, thigh muscles burning, my pussy dripping wet. The sounds of our harsh, heavy breathing was all I could hear. Fingers dug into my sides, his arms crushing me against him. It was a little violent and a lot wild. Loss of control didn’t matter, though. Not with the way my blood was racing through me, super-heated and overcharged.
Joe growled and swore. Our motion was frenzied, like he was making a place for himself in me permanently. Every time he kept hitting something sweet inside of my sex. Energy rushed up my spine, all of me tightening, fighting to hit that pinnacle of bliss. I came gasping, grinding myself on him, coming hard enough to scream. All I knew was that my lungs and heart had exploded. My bones were set in place, wrapped permanently around him.
He used my body to finish. Hips bucking, he held me down hard, making me take him as deep as I could. His cock jerked inside of me, pumping out seed. I almost regretted the condom between us.
Wait. No, I didn’t. That was insane.
My pulse was so loud, hammering behind my ears. I’m surprised the neighbors weren’t complaining. Joe and I were stuck together with various bodily fluids and limbs.
“You okay?” he mumbled.
“Yeah. You?”
A grunt.