I push him away so I can breathe and try to get my brain to work past the ‘I’m about to get laid’ chant.
“I know, I…” I turn my face away, trying to hide the emotion I’m sure is written all over my face.
“No, look at me. Don’t hide. Do you want this?” His finger lifts my chin gently, and I search deep down inside myself for the courage to say the words I’ve been holding in for longer than I can remember.
“I want you.” Whatever force was holding us apart snaps.
His lips touch mine, and I grab onto his shoulders to help me lift my legs off the floor and around his torso. He catches me under my ass, and the tiny skirt I put on for this date isn’t even enough to cover my cheeks.
His hands meet bare ass, and he hisses on my lips.
“Fuck, you ain’t wearing panties?” I shake my head.
“Thong,” I try to kiss him again, but he sits me on the edge of the counter and drops to his knees.
“Show me.” His voice has grown growly, and his hands are trembling on my knees as he pushes them further apart.
They slowly move up the outer side of my thighs until he’s able to grab the flimsy fabric between his fingers to drag it down my legs. Except he’s got me so spread open that they stop midway, and he fists them in the middle and pulls until they rip in his hands.
He glances up at me quickly and shoves the lace into his pocket with a sly grin.
“You’re gonna jerk off into that, aren’t you?” I try to hide my amusement but fail.
“Just like I used to all that summer.” I’m about to curse him out for all the panties I thought the washer was eating when he shoves his face into my pussy, and my tongue forgets how to work.
My hands tighten their grip on the edge of the counter as my back bows.
I only have one other experience to base this on, and no offense to Apex, but he wasn’t doing something right, ‘cause this feels nothing like what he did. My brain is trying to figure out the difference that when he pushes two fingers inside me and stands, I tilt sideways, almost falling off the counter.
“Couch,” Joel huffs before he seals his lips around mine.
I taste myself and groan as I let him carry me to the softer surface, and I sink in with him following on top of me.
“Unzip me,” he sucks his way down my jaw to my neck.
I fumble with his jeans. My hands are acting as if they’ve never worked a zipper before in my life. I finally get it down and reach inside his pants to grab a hold of his…
“NO, get off.” I push at his chest.
“What? What’s wrong?” He backs away slowly with his hands up as if he hurt me.
“That is not going to fit.” His confusion gives way to a coy smile, and he cups my face in his hands as he kisses me softly.
“Baby, he’s gonna fit so fucking good you’ll never want another. How about you take control so you can go as slow as you want?” I let out a loud breath as I think.
“Gravity may help,”
He chuckles as he sits up and pulls me onto his lap.
“I’m all yours.”
6
JOEL
Haven stares between our bodies as she hovers over me. My fingers tighten on her hips as I try not to rush her. I glance at the view and swallow hard.
“He’s not going to bite.” I tease as I gently try to pull her closer.
