Every part of me feels good.
But I'm not satisfied.
I'm not even close to satisfied.
Joel is still staring at me with rapt attention. Only now he's pulling at his restraints.
He's wrecked with desire.
I need him feeling as good as I do.
Now.
I push off the dresser and shift back onto his lap. He shudders as I press my crotch against his.
His eyes meet mine. "Now."
I reach around and unhook the cuffs.
Immediately, Joel pulls his arms free. His hands go to my hair and he pulls me into a deep, slow kiss.
His tongue claims my mouth.
God, I love kissing him.
It makes me feel complete.
He shifts his hips. The friction of his boxers against my clit has me ready to go again.
But him first.
He slides his hands to my hips and pulls me up with him. Together, we take a few steps away from the bed.
Joel palms my ass, pulling my body into his.
He's still wearing those stupid boxers.
He needs to be out of those boxers.
I push the things off his hips and wrap my hand around him. He shudders as I rub his tip with my thumb. His eyelids press together. A groan falls off his lips.
His voice is low, demanding. "You've been teasing me with that gorgeous mouth."
My sex clenches. I only barely manage to nod.
"This is going to be rough." He tugs at my hair. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Then I'm going to come all over those pretty red lips."
My nipples tighten.
"Tell me you want that, angel."
"Please."
He tugs at my hair. "On your knees."
Hell yes. I grab onto his hips and lower myself onto my knees.
He shudders as I take him into my mouth. I love the feel of him against my tongue, the taste of him, the way he shakes when I brush my lips against him.
I take a moment to taste every inch of him, to marvel in the way he groans and tugs at my hair, then I pull back.
I look up at Joel and nod yes.
He digs his hands into my hair, on the sides of my head. I lean forward to take him into my mouth. I suck on his tip. I flick my tongue against him.
I marvel in his pleasure.
His voice gets gruff. "Hands at your sides."
I press my hands into my outer thighs.
"If it's too much, grab my wrist. Otherwise, those hands better stay glued to those gorgeous thighs." He holds my head in place. "You ready, angel?"
I nod a yes.
My eyes lock with his.
Joel's fingers knot in my hair. He shifts his hips to thrust into my mouth. It's a short thrust. I only get a few inches of him.
Even so, it takes all my concentration to keep my balance on my knees. I press my palms into my thighs.
I look up at him.
He fills my mouth with another slow, short thrust. Another. Another.
His grip tightens around my head as he pushes deeper.
Deeper.
Deep enough I gag.
My hand goes to his hip reflexively. I pull it back to my thigh.
His eyes go wide as he fills my mouth with one long thrust. It pushes my limits.
I gag.
I swallow to relax my throat.
There.
He feels good in my mouth.
I want all of him.
I want to surrender to his pleasure.
He fills me with another long thrust. This time, I don't gag. I nod keep going.
He moves faster.
Deeper.
I suck harder as he thrusts into me. My thighs shake. My sex clenches. His groans fill the air. His stomach muscles clench.
He's close.
He thrusts harder. Faster. So hard and fast I can't do anything but take it. My thighs go slack. I give up on staying steady.
But he's got me. He keeps that firm grip on my head. He keeps his eyes fixed on mine, this look that screams you're mine, angel.
And he fucks my mouth.
Before, he was completely at my mercy.
Now, I'm completely at his.
The thought makes me hot all over. I groan against his skin, surrendering to the feeling of his cock in my mouth.
He goes deeper.
I gag. I try to pull back. But he's got me in place. He thrusts into me again and again.
Fuck.
It's intense.
But I like being at his mercy.
I suck hard as Joel fucks my face. His groans get heavier with every thrust. Then he's shaking.
His fingers knot into my hair.
"I'm going to come on those pretty lips," he groans.
Fuck.
I'm hot everywhere.
A few more thrusts and he's there. I can feel him pulsing. Then I can taste him, salty and sweet at once. I swallow hard as he pulls back.
He spills over my lips, chin, chest.
He groans my name again and again.
I lick my lips to get every drop of him.
Joel pulls me to my feet. He grunts as he throws me onto the bed.
I land with a soft thud.
He slides onto the bed. "Spread your legs."
I do.
"You're coming on my face now." He presses his palms into the inside of my knees to hold me against the bed.
This time, he doesn't tease me.
His mouth goes straight to my clit.
He licks me soft and slow. Every flick of his tongue fills me with this beautiful, diffuse pleasure. I shake. I groan. I writhe against his face, against his hands.
His nails dig into my skin, a gentle reminder that he's the one in control.
I really like him in control.
But I need to demand what I want too.
I slide my hand into his hair. "Harder."
He licks me harder. Harder.
Perfect.
"There," I breathe.
He licks me again and again. Until I'm so close to the edge I'm dizzy. It's not enough. I need more.
"Faster," I groan.
He goes faster. Harder.
There.
Almost.
The tension inside me winds tighter and tighter. So tight I can't take it.
With the next flick of his tongue, I come. All that tension unfurls. Threads of pleasure flutter through my pelvis, my torso, my thighs.
I tug at Joel's hair.
I scream his name.
I rock my hips to grind against him.
He keeps licking me. Again and again. It's intense enough I'm breathless. I try to shift away, to get a break, but he keeps me pinned.
I trust him. I know he'll release me if I ask.
But the way his nails dig into my skin—
The way he pins me into place—
Fuck.
My sex pulses as I come.
"Joel," I groan.
He licks me through my orgasm. Then he's pulling back, climbing up the bed, wrapping his arms around me.
I'm a sticky mess, but he doesn't care.
He holds me tightly.
I relax into his arms.
We lie like that, listening to each other's breath until the room is filled with the orange light of sunset.
"I have something planned for today. For after dinner." He slides his hand down my torso. "We have a while before we have to eat."
"Joel," I breathe.
"Yes?"
"Don't tease."
"No teasing." He slides his hand between my legs. "Just you coming on my hand again."
30
Bella
Joel won't tell me where we're going. He won't even tell me the proper dress code for our event.
I change into a pastel pink lingerie set and my clingiest dress. Heels are sexier, but it's dangerous wearing those things without knowing our location.
I stick with my black patent flats.
Then I f
ollow him to his car. We tease each other about nothing on the drive to… well I'm not sure where we're going until we park and get out of the car.
The air is cool tonight. It will be cold soon. I pull my cardigan tighter, but that isn't enough to warm me up.
So I stick close to Joel.
I soak in the heat of his body.
We pass a Korean barbecue. A ramen place. A Japanese bookstore. A boba tea shop. A Japanese grocery store.
"This is Little Osaka." Joel points to the North/South street to our right. "It's mostly these three blocks." He motions to the storefront at the opposite side of the shopping center.
Only it's not a store.
It's a karaoke place.
He pulls out his phone to show off a text message.
Mal: A hundred bucks says I can out moan you.
"I was challenged." He slides his phone back into his pocket. "I figured you'd enjoy seeing my victory."
"What if you lose?"
"Angel, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. "You get to hear me moaning either way."
"What are you singing for the moan-off?"
He smiles. "I can't divulge my secrets."
"Will you do a breathy singing off?"
"If you can name a band besides us that has a breathy karaoke track. Going up against Mal on a Dangerous Noise song is suicide."
"Where's your confidence?" I tease.
"There's confidence then there's a death wish. Two different things." He leads me into the karaoke joint.
The guy behind the counter looks too young to drive. He lights up when he spots Joel. It isn't the he's famous look. It's more my favorite customer is back.
"They're in room four." He points to the hallway on the right. "He's practicing."
Oh, that's what that sound is. It's hard to pick out the moaning vocals when they're competing with songs from three other rooms, but I'm pretty sure I can hear Mal moaning along to… something.
Joel smiles as he hands off his credit card. "You rooting for me?"
"Of course." The guy smiles back.
"You tell Mal the same thing?"
"Of course."
"You're going to make a great politician one day." Joel squeezes my hand and leads me down the hall.
This place already feels like it's out of a dream. The hall is bathed in blue light. The rooms are adorned with star-shaped windows.
On our right, a cuddled up couple is belting out love songs. On our left, a group of suits are joining forces to sing 80s songs.
I'm not sure a wiggle dress, flats, brown smoky eye, red lips, and hair that can only be described as a just-fucked mess are the right karaoke look. Right now, I don't care.
I feel like I belong here.
Even as we step into room four, an enormous suite with benches on three walls.
Mal is just finishing a song. He hands the mic to Piper.
She's still cute as a button. Her blond hair is in loose waves, her makeup is all sparkles, her fit-and-flare dress, Mary Jane heels outfit is stylish in an innocent college girl kind of way.
Not that I can talk.
She lights up when she sees us. "I thought you might back out." She winks at Joel. "You do hate to lose."
"Pipes, that cuts me. I thought you believed in me." He hugs her hello.
"What is it you always say?" She copies Joel's I'm fucking with you tone. "Sometimes you have to know when to fold?"
"Don't tell me you bet against me," he teases back.
Piper shakes her head. "If I bet, I can't be impartial." She turns to me. "You look really nice, Bella. How's married life treating you?"
"It's… exciting." I hug her hello.
She laughs. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
I nod. "Exactly what you think it means."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from Joel." She smiles. "Kit's in the bathroom. Ethan and Violet are on their way. Well, they were on their way. Knowing them—"
"They're having sex someplace," Joel says. "You have to admire the man's stamina."
Piper makes that same gross, that's my brother look.
Joel laughs. He really enjoys teasing… all kinds of teasing.
Mal cuts in. He shakes Joel's hand then pulls me into a hug. "Nice to see you, Bella."
I nod. "You too."
"You force him to watch?" Mal asks.
I stammer. "Um… maybe."
Mal chuckles. "He went fucking crazy, didn't he?"
Piper clears her throat. "One more word and I'm leaving the room."
Joel laughs.
Even I laugh. It's cute how much she hates hearing about her brothers' slash surrogate brother's sex lives.
Mal turns to my husband. "Same terms as always?"
Joel nods. "Who's judging?"
"Bella can't be impartial," Mal insists.
Joel slides his arm around my waist and pulls my body onto his. "Of course. As soon as she hears me groan, she's going to hand me the title."
He looks to Piper. "You game for this?"
The door pulls open and Kit steps inside. He's wearing the same outfit as last time—a button up black shirt, black jeans, and motorcycle boots. His mass of curly dark hair hangs over his dark eyes.
He gives Piper a long once over then he shoots Mal a look. "Do I want to know?"
"Moan off," Mal says.
Kit chuckles. "And you're asking your sister to judge?"
"Sounds like you're volunteering, Lockhart," Joel says.
"Sure. I'll judge. You both annoy the shit out of me, so I'm plenty impartial." Kit winks at Joel.
"That cuts, Lockhart. I think we all know I'm more annoying than Mal," Joel says.
Kit chuckles. "True. But I think you can take it."
"I think we need three rounds," I say. "Each. At a minimum."
"How you doing Bella?" Kit asks.
"Good." I smile back. "I'm just concerned about fair play."
"Uh-huh," Kit says.
Everyone else shoots me the same not buying that look.
"We have a set of rules for this, angel." He motions for me to sit.
I do.
He sits next to me. "We each pick one song, any song. Then we both do the same song. Then the judges deliberate and crown a winner." He turns to Piper. "We need three judges, in case there's a tie."
"Vi and Ethan can do it," she says. "I think Violet is equally uninterested in the two of you."
"Baby, that's cold." Kit wraps his arms around her. "I like it."
"It's true." She turns to me. "I don't want to judge. I want to sit with Bella and throw shade."
"As long as you don't throw it at my husband." Warmth fills my stomach. I really like thinking of Joel as my husband.
I really want him to stay my husband.
I'm still lost in thoughts of forever, mostly oblivious to Mal and Joel's trash talk when Ethan and Violet step inside. They have a just fucked look about them. His dark hair is in messy waves. Her short, blunt bob is in disarray. Her dark makeup is smudged. Her dress is sticking to her thigh-high tights.
"Told you." Joel motions to Piper.
She sticks out her tongue.
He laughs.
She flips him off.
Ethan shrugs. He turns to me with a smile. "Keeping Joel on his toes?"
"Of course." I smile back. "Have a fulfilling start to your evening?"
He chuckles.
Violet blushes. "Sorry we're late. We got—"
"We all know you were fucking at dinner," Joel says.
She turns to me. "I adore your husband, but he's a know it all."
"He is," I agree.
Piper brings us back to the contest. She looks to Violet and Ethan. "You two have been drafted as karaoke judges."
"Straight competition?" Ethan asks.
Piper shakes her head. "A moan off."
Ethan makes that same ew that's my brother look Piper made. He turns to Mal. "You singing only Sinful
Serenade songs or you broadening your horizons?"
"Please. You really think he'd cede his home turf advantage?" Joel asks.
Mal chuckles. "I do what it takes to win."
Ethan and Violet take their seats on the bench. Kit comes over to plant a kiss on Piper's lips then he takes a seat next to his co-judges.
"Hey, why do you three look so serious all of a sudden," Joel says. "You want to go first for warm up songs, angel?"
"No. This time, I'd rather you go first." My cheeks flush. I don't mind saying vaguely dirty stuff around Joel.
But around his friends?
I'm going to die of embarrassment.
Only… no one seems to mind. If anything, they're charmed. I'm not sure what to make of the way they're looking at me. It's not like when everyone was staring like I'm from another planet.
It's more like they get why Joel married me.
Why I married him.
They see us together.
Joel nods. "As you wish." He punches in a song and turns towards me.
The lyrics to a familiar 80s song fill the screen. Joel keeps his eyes glued to me as he belts out the first verse.
He isn't a technically great singer. His pitch is a little off. But he sells every line. He thrusts his hips and strokes his mic and shoots me fuck me eyes.
During the breakdown, he slides into my lap and plays with my hair. He holds the mic away and leans in to whisper. "I'm going to fuck you in the bathroom in the hall."
He smiles as he shifts off my lap and goes back to seducing me from the makeshift stage.
When he's done, everyone claps. Mal and Ethan shoot Joel the same that's more than I need to know about you looks. It's funny. The two of them seem nothing alike, but they have the exact same mannerisms. They have the same blue eyes. Piper too.
The three of them are clearly siblings.
Me and Anne… the only things we have in common are the brown eyes and the inability to discuss our feelings.
I love my sister, but we're not all that alike. Or close.
Joel hands the mic to Mal then he takes the seat next to me. He holds me close through all the performances. Mal nails a sexy pop song. Ethan does his best impression of Tom deLong's nasally voice as he belts out Blink-182's All The Small Things.
Then it's Violet, channeling a rock goddess as she sings a Garbage song. This must be somewhere on Anne's playlists. It's familiar. And Violet is really into the song. The passion is written all over her face.
Kit gets up on stage and shoots Piper a panty melting look. "This is for you, baby."
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