by Shey Stahl
Bringing my hands around his head, I brought his face closer so that I could feel his breath on mine and my lips.
I desperately wanted him to kiss me.
Fuck it. I’ll make the first move.
With my eyes locked on his, I brought my mouth to his. Sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down softly.
His lips brushed mine, as if he was easing me into it, but there was no easy in my mind. His mouth pressed against mine more firmly, and then his tongue slipped into my mouth.
My hands moved to his chest, around his neck and into his hair. I couldn’t slow down, not now. He wasn’t going slow either. He was most definitely the type of man who took his chances where he saw them.
Josh groaned, lips parting over mine, forcefully, like he couldn’t deny himself a moment longer. My lips traveled to his ear as he hungrily scraped his teeth and tongue along my neck.
Pulling at the straps of my dress, he was already working on getting it off and out of the way.
His hands trembled, moving from my waist to my face and then back again, as if he was attempting to slow down, restrain himself, but then his touch returned with more intensity. He tried to slow down, trying to restrain himself, but then he’d come back with more intensity, hands a little rougher and kissing harder. The thought that he was so turned on, that he couldn’t slow down and be patient with his movements, excited me, drove me forward and had me grasping at his body for more.
Whimpering, my legs tightened around him, deepening the kiss.
Could it be I’d just found the best kisser in the world?
“Jesus.” He made a noise that sounded like a groan in the back of his throat.
Kneeling down beside me, he spread my legs so he could access between my thighs and then took my wrists between his large hands, positioning them above my head. “Keep them there.”
“What?”
“Don’t move your hands.” His head lowered, his lips parting slightly.
“Why?
“Because I told you not to.” Josh clenched his teeth, his jaw flexing, fighting for control.
Fuck. I’m turning him on to the point he is clenching his jaw.
I looked around the room for an indication on whether or not there were whips anywhere or if he was going to handcuff me. I didn’t mind rough sex. Not at all. I wasn’t saying I was into the whole beat a bitch’s ass mentality, but a little hair pulling and spanking, sign me the fuck up.
And then Josh made the move down my body.
Oh, God, really? That? He’s going to have dessert, isn’t he?
Lifting up my sundress, Josh, still on his knees, removed his shirt and then proceeded to draw my panties down my thighs. And then he was back down between my legs. Immediately, I was wet with anticipation.
All right, so tongue fucking is happening.
I hadn’t had a guy go down on me in two fucking years.
Tracing his way to my clit with his tongue, he paused when he reached his destination, drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. My back arched off the bed about an inch, unable to control the reaction I had.
And then he added his fingers to the mix. They were inside me with a gentle rhythm. “Fuck, Logan, you’re so damn sexy and you taste so good.”
Should I say thank you?
Would that be appropriate?
No. Don’t say anything. You’ll ruin the moment.
I squirmed underneath him, unable to stay still, but I did keep my arms above my head.
Part of me wanted to drop them, thread my fingers through that golden brown hair and make him look at me while his tongue worshiped my clit, but then again, his orders were there.
I wasn’t one to break the rules.
Considering the only orgasm I had in a while was self-induced, it didn’t take long to come with Josh licking me. My breathing intensified with every flick of his tongue against my clit. It wasn’t lost on me that he more than likely did this a lot, because he was a gifted motherfucker when it came to licking pussy.
Warmth through my tummy, forcing a string of needy pleas passed my parted lips, the tingling and then the sudden pleasure ripped through me. I moaned, my shoulders rising off the bed about an inch, succumbing to sensations. My orgasm exploded through me, suddenly, all at once, igniting my body in flames.
“I need to be inside you.” Josh groaned when he knew I was finished, crawling up my body.
I looked up at him and his eyes sent a shiver through my body. He was shedding his jeans and boxers in the same motion and tearing my dress from my body. He was gone, totally gone and focused on one goal. Getting inside of me. I really had no regrets at that point.
There were moments, mere seconds when I wondered what the fuck I was doing. He was a guy I met less than twelve hours ago and there we were in his bed, his head between my legs where he gave me quite possibly one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
And then I told myself to stop thinking.
His teeth on my neck, lightly nipping and giving me the sweetest of pain and pleasure.
“Do you have a condom?” He seemed to understand I wanted this to happen by the eagerness in my movements. As did he. By his actions so far, I knew I wasn’t going to leave disappointed. No way.
“Yeah.” He breathed raggedly into my hair, raised his head nodding, before reaching for the nightstand to retrieve a condom.
Once he had the condom on, his body returned to me and I welcomed his weight, his heat radiating into me, warming me instantly.
Without so much as a deep erotic kiss, licking at the seam of my lips once more, Josh entered me. His body was heavy, his grip strong and his impatient hands rough yet gentle in ways I hadn’t expected. It was as if he was trying to make me understand he wanted me by the way he couldn’t stop himself.
“Jesus Logan, you’re so fucking wet for me. I can barely keep from slippin’ out.”
I should have been embarrassed by it, but I wasn’t. Instead, the idea that I was soaked down there, for him, only made me moan and nibble on his ear.
He let out a guttural groan and slammed into me, then caught himself, his hands loosening from around my hips and moving to fist in the pillow, as if he remembered his hold might have been too much.
“Fuck, tell me this is all for me.” his voice was a grating rasp, scratching along my overly sensitive skin. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Excitement rushed through me as his mouth drew back, his expression tense and ravenous, his body rocking over and over again.
“I’m yours tonight.”
I should have specified tonight, right?
Reaching up, he brushed away the hair sticking to the side of my face, his hand trembling with restraint as he moved it.
My body curved into his, tangling around him and deepening kisses he clung to. The wet heat of his mouth scorched mine, restless and unraveling me, taking me higher and higher with each one.
Having sex with someone should be intimate. A moment when you were giving them a piece of yourself. Whether you were fucking, or making love, you were still being intimate. Trusting them in a way you didn’t trust everyone.
In many ways, you were vulnerable.
Josh Daniel, well, he had a way of making me feel so much just by pulling my goddamn hair.
Wrapping my legs around him, his mouth found my neck, his hot heavy and heavy breath pelting my skin.
My walls clenched around his hardness and he moaned as my second orgasm rippled through me.
“Josh…” I moan, rocking my hips into him, his mouth swallowing my screams.
His hands clenched my hips as he continued to pull out and plunge back into me with a growl of restraint.
Moving so he was sitting up on the bed, he brought me with him, his arms curled around the back of my shoulders to pull me down with his thrusts. I held on to his neck and shoulders, rocking with him when I felt his movements became rushed and his legs tensed.
My grip tightened wanting to intensify the pleas
ure for him as he panted into my neck, shuddering and a groan falling from his lips as his orgasm rushed through him.
“Logan, oh, God…fuck…” he rasped into my mouth, hands clenching my body so tightly I could barely breathe as he slammed me down on him one last time.
Still, even after he’d come, I didn’t want to let go.
His body continued to move, riding out the last of his orgasm.
After a moment, he collapsed backward against the bed, his arms flung out and his chest heaving. “Jesus.”
Straddling him, I put my hands on his chest, one on each amazingly defined pec and smiled. “You’re welcome.” I breathed, and swallowed, then let out another forced gasp.
Rising to wrap his arms around me, he kissed me again, grinning against my lips. When he pulled back, his knuckles brushed over my cheek gently. “Still up for a movie?”
I had to laugh. No way was I up for a movie, but round two?
Definitely a possibility.
I awoke with a jolt. It was one of those moments when you rapidly blink, hoping by blinking, you’d realize where you were. As if you could somehow focus enough to remember.
Memories rushed through my mind and the way Josh was in bed. That gentle style about him that I couldn’t forget. He reminded me of a bear. Appearing manly and controlled, someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. Yet once you were close enough, you saw the softness, even though, you knew deep down he was capable of being more than that.
Shifting under the softest sheets, my legs rubbed together indicating the soreness between them. I’d been fucked good. Twice.
Closing my eyes, I smiled. I had sex with Josh Daniel.
Josh freaking Daniel.
Only he wasn’t in bed with me.
Twisting my head, I noticed the note on the pillow.
JD? We were now on the nicknames?
Looking at the time on my cell phone beside the bed on the nightstand, I realized it was nearing eight that morning and I needed to get to the shop.
Sitting up, I glanced around the room and the light gray walls covered in framed black and white architecture from Seattle. On the wall to my left were large windows that overlooked the lake. Tiptoeing to the windows, I moved the curtains enough to see the backyard and water. It was most definitely a party house.
Completely landscaped with small shrubs and river rock, you could tell he either put pride into the landscaping or paid someone. Along the water was a fire pit, complete with six lounge chairs and a full outdoor kitchen with a stone floor. To the left of that, a stained deck sprawled out from the edge of the grass to the water where a boat and four jet skis were anchored.
He definitely had money.
Dressing in my same clothes from last night, which were spread over the room with my bra on the lamp shade, I made my way outside to see the car in the driveway was a fucking Lexus.
I drove around in a Dodge Durango, so while my car was nice, it had nothing on this car. Sliding into the seat, plush red leather hugged my body as the steering wheel literally moved into place.
On the way into Olympia, I stopped by Starbucks and ordered a Carmel Macchiato and one for Stevie. As I drove, I thought about Josh and my thoughts nearly overwhelmed me. Never had I felt like this the next day.
In fact, I hadn’t had this feeling since I’d lost my virginity to Caleb back when I was seventeen.
It wasn’t his attention, or the fact that it didn’t seem like it was all just to get off, there was a definite connection between the two of us.
I REHEARSED WHAT I was going to say to Stevie the entire morning.
I wanted to be like, hey, great morning, huh?
But I knew damn well Stevie would notice immediately that I wasn’t driving my car, and two, wearing the same clothes from last night. I wanted to run home and change but I was already running late and wouldn’t have enough time to change.
“Those guys from JD Construction start Monday and I want to have everything cleaned out of the kitchen before they start.” I told Stevie when she finally walked inside around ten, an hour later as usual. “Kat is going to use her kitchen to do the baking and deliver all the cupcakes by seven every morning.”
I was trying to dive right into work and not give her the chance to ask me any questions.
“And we have the Myers wedding coming up next week. I’m going to need some help with that delivery.”
Stevie nodded, her sunglasses still on as she made her way through the shop. Stopping at the counter, she eyed my empty Starbucks cup. “Did you bring me one?”
“Yep. Here you go.” I slid the coffee across the counter.
“Hey, wait a second.” Her eyes dropped to my attire, a frown marring her brow as she cocked her head at me and placed the cup in the microwave to warm it up. “You were wearing those same clothes yesterday.”
“Was not.”
“Yes, yes you were.”
“So…”
“You went home with him, didn’t you?”
I groaned, my head falling forward. “Yes. And now I’m going to see him every day since I hired him. You know me, Stevie. My one-night stands are fuck-ups and clingers.”
“Oh, right, I remember that guy Rob who showed up every day for a week.”
“Exactly. We had to file a restraining order. He was so weird.”
Stevie scrunched her nose up. “Didn’t he suck on your toes or something like that?”
“Yes! Dude literally came on my foot.”
“So, like, he fucked your foot?” she asked, laughing lightly.
“Yes, literally.”
“Back to Josh Daniel…”
I sighed, feeling like I was swimming through a haze of emotions. “He was amazing,” I mumbled, feeling the burn on my cheeks. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed, and I didn’t think the burn was from being embarrassed by anything that happened. Rather it was from anticipation that maybe I might have sex with him again.
“Tell me more.” Her approval was evident when her brow rose.
I went into detail for her from dinner to me dropping my purse and Josh basically hauling me upstairs, and then him leaving his car for me in the morning.
All the while, she listened intently.
“At least you had a good night,” she mused. “I fell asleep on the porch after drinks with the girls.”
“At least you made it to work,” I pointed out, trying to make her see the bright side of the night, or day.
“Very good point.”
Though Stevie and I tended to get off track easily while talking, it was nice to have someone to talk to about how I was feeling the morning after.
“There’s nothing wrong with sleeping with him the first night.” Stevie said, trying to make me believe the thoughts in my head.
Smiling, I opened the display case and placed the lemon cheesecake cupcakes on the towers. “I know. I thought for sure I’d feel weird about it but I don’t. I can’t wait to see him again.”
“That’s my girl.” Stevie winked.
AROUND NOON, MY phone chirped with a message.
Josh: Can I come pick you up?
Me: Maybe. But I have your car, remember?
Josh: I’ll be there around seven. Heading back from Seattle.
From that moment on, my nerves were wound tightly with anticipation. All I knew was Caleb, and the string of one-night stands who left me frustrated. The knowledge of seeing him again and the possibility of there being something more than the fling I half-expected, filled me with an eagerness I was unaccustomed too.
He held true to his word and returned to the shop at seven as I was locking the front door.
“Come back to my place.”
“You don’t have any regulars to attend to tonight?” I was throwing it out there and seeing what he would say. It wasn’t lost on me the type of guy Josh was. We met each other and less than twelve hours later, we were having sex. “I mean, it is a Friday night.”
He lifted a brow and his eyes responded for
him, though I couldn’t tell what that answer was. A smile tugged at his lips, entertained by my response, but he didn’t answer and I didn’t press. Convinced I knew what this was, there seemed little sense trying to change it.
As we walked to his truck parked on the street, Josh smiled. “I’d still like it if you came over.”
“That’s not…let’s just say I was sex deprived and that girl, the one who yelled suck my cunt, isn’t the girl I am every day.”
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He laughed, the dimple present, as if to relax me as he reached for the handle of the passenger door. “Logan?”
I inhaled a shaky breath, certain he would notice his effect on me. “Yeah?”
Pausing, he beckoned me forward with two fingers. When I was within earshot, he smiled again, his breath hitting my face. “I don’t care if you scream my name or never give me another sound of pleasure. I just want you, in my bed, tonight.”
I blew out a slow breath, unsure of how to process his words. “Do you always get what you want?”
He winked, stepping back and walking around the front of the cherry-red truck. “Most of the time, yes.”
The knot in my stomach twisted, curled around and tightened. My entire body trembled, waiting to see what he was going to say, or do.
“Why don’t you come closer?” his voice was a rough whisper as he looked over at me.
“Where?” I waved to the lack of space between us. “I’m practically sitting on your lap.”
He shifted to the left, the motion slow and sexy, draping a hand over the steering wheel. Twisting his head a little, his eyes found mine in the low light of the street lamps. “It would be easier if you were straddling my lap.”
“Easier for what?”
“For me to fuck you again.”
I realized that if Josh wanted to be sexy and draw you in, he could and he was able to turn it out quickly.
When I didn’t go, he licked his lower lip seductively. “Don’t be shy.”
See what I mean. He could turn it on almost instantly.
