I dug my fingers in his hips in my attempt to get him to move, but I could tell he was in the mood to draw out my pleasure. It was a wonderful problem to have and I lay there and watched the beautiful, graceful way his hips moved as he rocked back and forth slowly. His movements were fluid and effortless; I knew that I’d lose my mind once I finally saw him on his pole.
No matter how many times I was inside him, it still felt new and amazing to me. I mentally promised to make sure I paid him back with sexy surprises of my own rather than let him be the one to always surprise me. I let Josh have his fun teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore then I rolled him onto his back and fucked him hard enough to scoot us both across the floor. I could feel the burn of the hardwood rubbing raw spots on my knees but didn’t care about anything but making him come so I could empty myself inside him.
I made sure to peg his prostate in a way that guaranteed he’d happily blast his spunk all over his stomach and give up his little challenge to see who came first. There would be nights when he won, but that wasn’t one of them. My restraint wasn’t much to brag about because I unloaded inside the condom as soon as his greedy ass clamped down on my cock during his orgasm.
I carefully pulled out of his ass and rolled over onto my back so I didn’t squish him on the hard floors with my weight. The floor was a lot less forgiving than a bed, as my knees could attest. I doubted the tender skin on his ass fared any better. I was just about to say something about the unlocked door when I became aware of a delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen. It short-circuited my brain and I could only think about one thing.
“I smell baking apples,” I said.
“Uh huh,” he replied.
I looked over and smiled at the blissed-out expression on his face. “Are you baking a pie?”
“Uh huh.”
“It’s my favorite,” I told him.
“Uh huh.”
I reached over and lightly pinched his nipple to snap him out of his orgasmic coma. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. “I never told you that apple pie was my favorite dessert.”
“Not with words,” Josh replied softly. He chuckled at the confused look on my face. “The first time I ever laid eyes on you was at Edson and Emma’s diner. I had stopped in to pick up my carryout order and you and Kyle were there eating. You bit into a piece of apple pie and this orgasmic look spread across your face.” He got quiet for a second and I thought he was finished with his story, but then he spoke again. “I had never been as envious as I was of that stupid piece of pie. I figured I would live my entire life and never incite that kind of passion from another person.” Josh reached over and laid his hand over my heart. “I was wrong.”
I captured his hand and brought it to my lips for a kiss. “You were.” I don’t know what my pie-eating face looked like, but I was certain it paled in comparison to the one I made when I was with him–whether it involved sex or not. There was never going to be a piece of pie I enjoyed more than him.
“Oh my God. I think I just came in my pants,” I said after I had my first bite of pie an hour later. “I might be a fool for telling you this because your arrogance when it comes to cooking is already off the charts, but this… It’s the best thing I’ve ever had.” I poked the crust with my fork and saw it flake up. “The crust is perfection and the pie has the right amount of sweetness without being too much. This ice cream is just ridiculous.”
“Arrogance?” Josh asked. “It’s not arrogance when it’s the truth, babe.”
I wasn’t about to get into a debate with him and risk my ice cream melting and making my pie soggy. I hated soggy pie crust. I’d take his word for it and save any argument I might have for a day that I didn’t have pie in front of me, or after I got to see his studio.
“That’s what I thought,” he said when no argument was forthcoming from me.
I listened to Josh tell me about the conversation with his insurance agent, Chaz and Meredith, Mama Richmond, and someone named Marabeth who makes soaps, oils, and bath stuff. As talkative as he was, I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me.
“Spill it,” I told him.
“I ran into Deputy Small Dick at the grocery store.” He bit his lip and I couldn’t tell if he was worried that I would be upset that he ran into him or what was said. Turned out it was both.
“He’s a dumb bastard who doesn’t know a damn thing about us,” I told Josh.
“I know.”
“Then why are you upset?” I asked. Then I realized he had used the R word when he rebutted what Deputy Small Dick said. “You said the R word.”
“To him and not you,” Josh said quietly.
My heart about melted when I realized what had him upset. It wasn’t that he saw Billy or the things he said, it was that Billy was the first to hear that Josh and I had a relationship and not just asomething. “Josh, I’ve known for quite some time that what we have is way more than justsomething, it’sthe thing.” I tugged his hand and pulled him closer. “Although it’s nice to hear that you know it too.”
This kiss we shared was long and sweet. I was sure it was going to lead to something even longer and sweeter, but his cellphone rang and interrupted us. Josh looked down at his phone and groaned. “Someone must’ve called her.”
“Who?” I asked.
“My mother.” He let out a long sigh and said, “You might as well get settled in for football. This won’t be a brief conversation.”
He wasn’t kidding either. It took him until halftime to calm his mother down, but I couldn’t blame her. Listening to him reassure his mom made me feel guilty because I hadn’t told him about the photos yet and because I let me dick’s demands sidetrack me from the conversation we needed to have about leaving his door unlocked.
“What’s with the scowl?” Josh asked when he got off the phone with his mom.
