by Sabre, Mason
“Josh …” she said softly, nervously. Her hands hovered to cover herself up.
He made his way to her, three steps. “Don’t.” He grabbed her wrists. His eyes locked with hers, need burned through him and set every fibre in his body alive. His erection pressed against the inside of his jeans, straining to for her. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, Rosie. Say stop … tell me.”
“I …”
He stepped closer to her, the tips of her nipples brushing lightly across the light hair on his chest. “Say stop, Rosie,” he said, breathing hard, lowering his head to hers. “So beautiful, Rosie.”
She trembled close to him. Goose bumps breaking out across her flesh, across the top of her soft breasts. They ran all the way down her stomach. She went to touch him, her delicate fingers hovering around his hips, afraid to actually place them there.
“Do you want this, Rosie? Do you want me?”
She nodded after a slight hesitation. The emotions swimming in her eyes he couldn’t name, didn’t even care that he couldn’t. He just needed her yes.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
He angled his head and locked gazes with her. It was there in her eyes, hunger and need. She breathed through lightly parted lips. “I want you, Josh,” she said weakly, like she’d fought the words.
He sucked in a breath and slammed his mouth against hers. No going back now, he knew this, she knew this. He kissed her with bruising force, pushing against her mouth, forcing her to open for it. She cried out, panting as he devoured her mouth, his need overtaking him. He had to hold onto it, but God, he wanted her too badly. He wanted her with every part of himself.
He grabbed both of her hands and pulled them to his belt, popping open the clasp for her. Her fingers brushed his skin as she tried to open his buckle gently.
“No,” he whispered harshly, freeing her mouth for a moment and opening the belt himself. He grabbed her hand and pushed open his jeans, pushing her hand down behind the band of his shorts. He guided her, wrapping her hand around him, holding it with his own. “Oh, God.” The words gushed on a single breath at the feel of her hands there … on him. He was so hard, his clothes biting into his erection. “Move your hand, Rosie.”
“What? Am I doing it wrong?” she tried to pull her hand back, worry etched on her face.
“No …” he grabbed her wrist and wrapped her fingers around him again, moving with her, showing her. “Like this,” he shuddered, sliding her hand up and down on him. He held her back with a hand and pressed her breasts into his chest. “Fuck,” he whispered. She was so hot and soft. He moved her hand back and forth then let go. She did it so perfectly.
Her breaths heated his chest and heart, filled with tiny moans of desire and worry. He slid a hand to the side of her head as he leaned down to bite along the soft skin of her neck. He nipped and licked gently, leaving a trail along her skin. The taste of her and the uncertain pace she moved along him drove his hunger to a reckless height. He opened his mouth wider and sucked her warm flesh, pulling it between his lips. Soon he was biting, harder and harder, his breaths ragged on his journey down.
His other hand found her breast and cupped it. “God Rosie,” he growled in hunger as he circled his thumb along her tight nipple.
“Josh,” she shot out in answer squeezing him harder.
Holding the small of her back, he pushed against her chest, leaning her until her breasts were accessible. He dove for her perky nipple, catching it in a greedy suck. He grazed the firm tip with his teeth then pressed into it with his tongue. Her cries were now moans, harsh and frequent, matching her grip and pace.
He released her breasts. “Tighter,” he ordered, moving quickly to the other. Squeezing with a possessive grip, he forced her nipple deep into his mouth. She shuddered against him, one of her legs lifting along his. He hadn’t even touched her there yet. Coming back to her mouth, he let go of her breasts, both of his hands stroking along her hair, gathering it together so that he could hold it in place at the back of her head. He squeezed and angled her mouth where he wanted her, biting along her lower lip. “Don’t stop,” he said as his name flew from her lips. Holding her hair with one hand, he trailed the other down, across the curve of her hip, digging his fingers into the skin below her buttock. He pulled, making her part her legs even more. “Have you ever touched yourself, Rosie?” he breathed against her mouth.
She nodded gently between moans.
“Tell me Rosie. Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Yes,” she said weakly.”
“When …”
“Josh …”
“Tell me, Rosie. Tell me how you do it.”
She pulled her mouth away from his, her eyes closed as he nipped along her lips.
“Do you slide your fingers gently along your body, Rosie?”
She nodded. Biting her lip.
Josh pressed his mouth to the line of her jaw. Scraping his teeth along her skin, he captured one of her hands and moved it between her legs. Pushed her fingers against the soft folds, he groaned out kisses right on her mouth, her panting mouth. “So hot,” he said, pushing her finger against her clit in firm, slow strokes, bringing her cries up several notches.
He continued to guide her touch while working to get out of the rest of his clothes. His erection pressed painfully, begging for release while her hand gripped him tightly still. Finally, free of his pants and underwear, he pulled her body harder to his. “Come for me, Rosie,” he shuddered, wrapping his hand around hers, helping her stroke him again while he pushed her fingers inside herself.
“Josh, Josh,” she cried, pushing herself against their fingers.
He captured her breast in his mouth again, circling the hard nipple with the tip of his tongue. Rosie was there, moving faster, flicking her hips and rubbing herself faster. Fuck she was so hot. So wet. He slid his fingers inside her, pushing deep and opening her. Each stroke they gave, their moans quickened with each breath. Her eyes clenched shut and her head fell back.
Josh was delirious with the sight of her on the edge, her brows drawn, she was right there, right there. “Did you imagine being touched? Was he talking like this?” he thrust their fingers into her, his thumb taking over with fast circles. She held on to his cock with both hands now, bringing his own strain of pleasure as she shuddered against him, the hot silkiness growing wetter as she came against their hands.
Her cries ebbed with every pant as her orgasm slowly left her. He watched her eyes flutter open and he pulled his fingers from her and brought her hand up. He’d waited so long for this. She watched him with hooded eyes as he opened his mouth and sucked each finger while staring at her. He pushed her fingers to her lips.” Open your mouth,” he said, sliding her fingers along her lips. She parted them with a light gasp and he pushed them in. “Taste it,” he said.
He slid his thumb in her mouth next. She was so fucking hot sucking him. He needed to be inside her. His body couldn’t wait another second.
He pulled away from her so abruptly that she gave a startled gasp. “Josh?”
“Just a minute,” he said scrambling for his jeans and getting annoyed at the way they had managed to tangle themselves up. He delved into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.
“What are you doing?”
“Just … give me a second.”
Her brow knitted together in a frown as she watched him. She then picked up the towel to cover herself.
“Shit.” He flipped through his wallet, his hands trembling with haste. He opened the middle part with notes in it, pulling them out.
“You’re going to pay me?” she asked confused.
“What? No,” he shot, throwing his money on the counter. “I’m looking for a condom.”
Her eyes widen with alarm. She yanked the towel around herself. “You carry condoms around in your wallet?” she asked, sounding insulted.
He threw his wallet on the side, defeated. “Well obviously not, bloody hell.”
“Jos
h …”
“No,” he said firmly at hearing that maybe we should stop sound in her tone. This wasn’t stopping now. He wasn’t stopping just because he couldn’t find a damn condom. He grabbed her by the hand and barged ass-naked out onto the landing with her. He’d have some in his room. He pulled her with him, slamming the door behind her. He let her go long enough to dig through his drawers, throwing clothes out double time. She stayed behind him, arms hugging herself as he yanked open the bottom drawer next and was greeted with a jack in the box version of women’s undergarments.
“Jesus,” he muttered, pushing them to one side. Shit, she’d moved everything. He yanked open the next drawer, reaching right to the back and grasping the crushed box. His heart thumped in triumph as he pulled it out.
“You do this often?” Rosie asked, hurt clear in her voice.
“No,” he said, almost insulted as he stood again in all his stark and glory. “Look,” he thrust the box at her. “Sealed. Never used before.”
“Never used before? Geez thanks.”
“Rosie.”
“What?”
“Shut up, okay?”
She pulled her towel tighter around herself so that it dug into her skin and made her skin roll above the hem. “God, this better not be what you do with Maria,” she mumbled.
“Maria? God no.” He strode over to her, reaching for the towel. “Let go,” he said.
“Tell me first.”
“What?”
“Is this something you do all the time,” she demanded like she’d asked him ten times.
“No, I don’t,” he managed softly, slipping a hand under the towel and bringing his mouth to hers, kissing her hungrily. She tried to resist, determined not to respond. “Rosie …”
“I can’t if you…”
“There’s no one. Not a single bloody soul, now, let go of the towel.”
It took her a moment to release it and for a whole damn second he thought she was going to stay there and refuse to go on. That would be fucking great wouldn’t it? Stopping midway across the line they couldn’t uncross.
He walked her backwards towards the bed, stopping when her legs hit the base and she sat down. “Lie back,” he said, pushing her down by her shoulders. She shuffled back onto the bed, her legs bent at the knees. He crawled toward her, forcing her legs apart as he knelt at her feet. She stared at him, both her hands clutched together at her chin. “There’s only you Rosie. Only you in a long time.” He eased her legs open, running one hand down her inner thigh while he grabbed himself with the other. He watched her face fill with desire as she watched him stroke himself. He let his head go back for a moment, revelling in the feel of her eyes on him as he touched himself and brought himself back to complete hardness.
He brought his head forward and locked his gaze on hers, silent words of need passing between them. He slid his hand down and found the light strip of hair. Stroking his fingers lovingly over it he pushed apart her folds, his chest heaving with the sudden urge to taste her.
Splaying his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her open until her knees pressed into the bed and her secrets lay wide open before him. “God damn,” he gushed, staring at her there. Laying, he brought his mouth right near her, kissing the soft inner thigh as he slid his finger inside her. She lifted her hips with a moan and he nipped her skin. He worked his kisses all the way to her wet centre, pushing apart the soft folds.
“Oh my God,” she cried as he pressed his open mouth against her, tongue delving in. He groaned against her, the taste of her intense and overwhelming.
She pressed herself into the bed, and he opened his eyes, looking up the glowing skin of her body. Her head went back and her hands gripped the sheet. Fuck her breasts trembled with her shudders, nipples hard and perfect as she strained to open her legs wider, letting him in.
He sucked at her sweet essence until her cries drove him to the brink of orgasm. “God, you’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, grabbing the condom he’d put on the bed and ripping it open with his teeth. Still fingering her, he worked the condom onto himself, leaning to flick her clit with his tongue as he did.
She made these grunting sounds and latched her fingers onto his head, making him want to climb her and drive hard and fast into her.
“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped, hurrying up her body.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“You want me, Rosie?” he breathed against her ear, pushing her legs farther apart and placed himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, both of them gasping at the ecstasy. She was so tight, so hot. Her arms wrapped his upper body, a frantic grasp, her legs doing the same. The feeling was so amazing, to feel her hunger. For him, fuck, all for him. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up as he slid deep inside her.
“Josh,” she cried, gripping his waist with her legs, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved.
“Oh God,” he growled against her, heat building rapidly inside him, ready for his own release. He didn’t want it yet; he didn’t want this to end.
Rosie panted hard, her moans pushing Josh’s pleasure to the edge. He pushed harder into her, grunting and biting the skin at the side of her neck. She moved with him, matching his pace, meeting his thrusts with her own.
“Fuck,” he called out as his orgasm rode him, throbbing down his body and detonating inside her. He thrust harder with it, hungry to plant everything deep inside her. Rosie pulled him tight to her body, her nails digging into his back, keeping him there while his climax slowly subsided.
He remained laying on her, holding most of his weight still as their bodies heaved in the aftermath. He listened to the sound of their breaths, the only thing filling the room. So amazing. God damn that was so amazing.
He felt himself going soft inside her and moved to roll off only to have her yelp. “Hair, hair,” she cried.
“Shit,” he said, jerking his hand up. “So sorry,” he said, reaching to stroke her cheek right as she lifted her head, getting a nice gouge with his thumbnail on her chin. “Double shit,” he cried, to which she dropped her head with an explosion of laughter.
He pulled out of her right at the wrong time. “Rosie … shit. Fuck ….”
Her laughter turned to coughing and soon she was holding a hand up to him, hacking up her lungs as she sat up.
“The condom,” he called above the racket, looking down at himself. “It came off. Fuck.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rosie
Josh’s words registered like he’d yelled fire and Rosie bolted up. “What? What!”
“The condom,” he stuttered. “Y-you laughed and I pulled out and it wasn’t ... it’s not here.”
She choked on fear and shock. “Not there? What do you mean not there!”
He raked a hand through his hair and gestured to her privates. “I mean it’s … it’s left behind.”
“Oh my God,” she squealed, scooting to the edge of the bed carefully.
He stumbled into his underwear, glancing at her with a confused brow as he did. “Well, it should be fine? I mean you’ve had your … shots?”
“My what? Oh my God, it’s in me?” she cried, freaking out.
“Your tablets?” He snapped his finger when she gawked at him worse. “Those things women take, the-the anti- … baby medicine!”
“The pill?” She would have laughed her ass off if she weren’t freaking the hell out. “I’ve got to get it out. It could be leaking!” She stared at him, incredulous then pulled the sheet with her off the bed as she walked with her legs spread.
“Do you want me to try and fetch it?” he asked behind her.
“Oh my God, fetch it? Fetch it?” She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
“I’m sure gravity will pull it the right way,” he said at the door while she put a foot on the tub and reached with her finger inside. She fought to feel for it, feel for anything. “God, where is it?” she shrilled quietly.
“Did you get it?”
“No! It’s like jammed up there, oh my God!”
“I can probably reach it.”
“Hurry!”
He opened the door and she held the sheet to her chest, pointing between her legs. “I can’t move from here, I’m standing still, I’m standing right here.”
“You stand there, okay, don’t move,” he agreed, stopping before her. He reached down between her legs. “Here I go.” He carefully felt his way along her folds to her entrance.
“Oh God you’re,” she strained on the words as he accidentally masturbated her.
“What?”
She grabbed hold of his shoulder feeling off balance. “Just get it, please.”
“I’m trying,” he said, getting back to tormenting her with his gentle, forever-taking-touch at her opening.
“Jesus,” she gasped, when his finger slowly worked inside her.
“What now?” he whispered, his face too close to hers as he pushed deeper inside her. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” She strained on a moan and she caught the slight curve of his lips as he reached even deeper, making her gasp.
“I think I feel it.”
“Oh God, get it, hurry before I get pregnant!”
“Still trying,” he said, pushing until his entire hand pressed into her. “When did you have your last cycle?” he asked casually.
“I ….” She fought to think around what he was doing to her. “Uhhh. The fifteenth,” she said breathlessly.
“The fifteenth,” he murmured, angling his serious gaze at her, but there was a hunger sparking in his blue eyes that made her nearly forget what he was supposed to be doing and how freaked out she needed to be. “We’re the fifteenth today,” he said, his touch aggressively seeking. “You feel amazing,” he whispered, seeming lost in what he was doing. “So hot and silky ... and tight.”
A whimpered cry escaped her when he pulled out of her slowly. “The fifteenth?” she gushed, watching between her legs. “I’m due, my period. That means I’m due now,” she cried in semi-relief.
