“Oh, yeah, that’s it baby. Come hard for me.” Her body shook as he sucked on her clit again and finger-fucked her until her felt her internal muscles clamp down on his fingers and another rush of her hot juices soaked them. He was going to have dents in his back from her heels, but he didn’t mind. She came so beautifully for him. Her muscles twitched as she rode out one of the most intense orgasms he’d been honored to witness.
He eased his fingers from her and grabbed the edge of a sheet to quickly wipe his face before crawling up her body. His cock throbbed painfully inside the condom, and it was torture holding himself back, but he didn’t want to take advantage.
“Jocelyn?” He didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. His arms were shaking with the effort to hold still.
She slowly opened her eyes and blinked up at him, floating in the glow of her own orgasm. It took her a second to realize what he was asking. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face close to hers. She treated him to the most sensual kiss he’d ever felt as she slowly wriggled beneath his body. His control was fraying quickly under the strain of wanting to feel a deeper connection to her.
“Yes,” she whispered against his lips as she angled her hips, and he felt the head of his cock press against her sopping entrance. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t need any convincing as he pressed his hips against her and felt her body open for him. He’d expected her to be tight, but the feeling as her body encompassed his cock was better than he ever could have imagined. Sitting his cock at her entrance, he looked down into her beautiful eyes. She smiled at him and wriggled enough that the tip of his erection pressed just inside. He fought the incredible urge to drive deep into her and feel her body grip his cock. This was the moment he’d waited his entire adult life for. This delicate fascinating woman was meant to be his and he didn’t want to rush. There could only be one first time and he wanted to make it special for both of them. Her fingernails pressed against his forearms, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling her body closer to him.
“Jocelyn, I want…” Another wave of incredible pleasure washed over him as his cock sank another inch inside of her. He gripped her hips stopping her from moving. “You’re rushing.”
“I want this.” She arched her back and tried to wriggle her hips in his grasp. “I need to feel you deep inside me, fucking me. Please.”
There was no way he could resist after that. Matt hooked her legs over his arms and angled her up, ramming deep inside of her with one steady thrust. Jocelyn gripped his arms and encouraged him as he jackhammered into her. He’d lost the ability to tease with graceful movements. All that swirled through his mind now was the woman underneath him. She met him stroke for stroke, her mouth open as she panted, encouraging him keep going.
“God, Yes! More, I won’t break. Fuck yes!”
“Never gonna get e’nuff,” he ground out between clenched teeth as she fluttered along his length again. A white-hot tingle burned at the base of his spine, wrapping around his hips and cupping his balls up against his body. He reached between them and strummed her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge into another orgasm, pulling him along with her. He shot his load into the end of the condom, wishing he could bury himself into her body. One day.
Matt held still as his cock continued to pulse, her body fluttered, and she lay on the bed like a limp doll. He dropped down on his elbows, not wanting to crush her. “Jocelyn, you okay?”
“Ne’er be’er.”
He made out enough of her mumble to know he hadn’t hurt her any. Sweat was trickling down his temples and the back of his neck. He lifted his forearm to brush away the dampness on his forehead. He eased the condom off his body and tossed it in the wastebasket before flopping on his back next to her. He hauled her up against his body. “Come here, beautiful.”
“Not a rag doll,” she muttered and lightly smacked him against the chest. She didn’t sound angry but he got the hint.
“Sorry, I’ll ask first before I move you next time.”
She huffed a laugh and patted his chest. She lay tucked up against his side, her head resting under his chin as he waited for his heart rate to calm a bit. They dozed for a short while before Jocelyn shifted. “Ugh, I’m a complete mess.”
Matt laughed. “Good, that means we did it right.”
Her cheeks were bright pink again when she looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. The messier the better.” He patted her lightly on the ass. “Just wait till next time and we get the lube out.”
“I hope you have a big hot water tank.” She shifted away from him and made a face as she moved. “Bathroom?”
Matt pointed at the door that led to the bathroom. They only had one, but it was huge and had access from both his and Eric’s room and the hallway. He smiled as he watched her slowly walk across the room, but he didn’t laugh out loud in case she took it the wrong way. Making a woman have a squirting orgasm wasn’t always easy, but he was always proud of himself when it happened. Jocelyn really was perfect, and he was sure she was the one for him. Now he needed to convince Eric to take the same chance.
A few minutes later he heard the shower turn on, and that got him moving. He retrieved another condom from the nightstand and headed toward the bathroom. There was something else he didn’t want her to hide from. That official mundane mask she wore didn’t hide much from him, and he knew exactly how she reacted to the idea of being watched. He had an exhibitionistic streak a mile wide and wanted to see how far he could take her.
The steam was already starting to cloud up the stall when he entered. There was a large soaker tub that he wished he’d thought of filling so he could have a long soak with her, but there would be time for that because he didn’t plan on losing her. Bozeman wasn’t that far of a drive, and she was worth the extra mileage on his truck.
He could just make out Jocelyn’s silhouette through the foggy glass. She was standing with her back to the spray with her head tilted back, letting it flow down over her body.
“Is this a private shower or can anyone join in?”
She started and then pushed open the glass door. “Sure, as long as you don’t mind really hot showers.”
“My favorite.” She looked unsure and insecure when he stepped in. That’s what I get for not telling her to come right back to bed after the bathroom. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close for a kiss, playfully nibbling on her lips and jaw. At the same time, he placed the wrapped condom on the shower caddy out of the water spray in case he needed it.
The hot water sprayed down on them both, soothing tired muscles. She sighed against his lips and relaxed against his body as the kiss turned lazy and sensual. This wasn’t about hunger anymore. It was the calm reassurance that she needed after such an intense time in bed. He needed it, too, not that he’d ever admit that, but he’d never been one to take his pleasure and then take off. He liked to relax and enjoy the afterglow.
“Next time, I’ll fill the tub and we’ll soak until the water goes cold.” He hugged her close, but used his hand to protect her from any water spraying her directly in the face.
“I’m really sorry about your sheets.” Her fingers traced the outline of the tattoos on his shoulder and chest. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
He looked down at her. Her cheeks were pink, and she’d avoided looking him the eye ever since his heart stopped racing. “You might not have meant it to happen, but I was trying my best.”
She glanced up at him in surprise again. “Why? It made such a mess.”
Matt lifted her up so she was eye level with him, wrapping his arms under her ass to hold her there. “I told you. I like messy, and you are breathtaking when you come that hard. I damn near came myself just watching you.”
“Really…” A mischievous grin kicked up the corner of her mouth. “It’s only happened once before when I was kind of playing with
myself. I didn’t know if it was a normal thing or not.”
Matt felt a great deal of satisfaction at the thought of being the first man to give her that intense of a release. “Trust me, beautiful. I’ll be happy to practice with you until it happens whenever you want.”
He placed her back on her feet and took care of her, washing every inch of her cream-colored skin before lathering up her hair and massaging her scalp. She insisted on treating him the same. He lasted five minutes before crying mercy and reaching for the condom. He braced her against the shower wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried himself deep inside. He watched her closely to make certain she wasn’t too sore or uncomfortable, but the blissful look on her face reassured him as he began to slowly move.
Much like their kissing earlier, this was more of an exploration than insistent hunger. He rocked against her body as he looked into her eyes and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. By the time they finished the water was lukewarm at best and heading for cold. He got Jocelyn wrapped up in a thick towel before quickly drying himself off.
They dressed and headed back into the main room. Jocelyn’s panties were far too wet to be of use, so he convinced her not to wear any. Knowing there was nothing but a pair of jeans between him and her body had his cock twitching in interest again. He’d almost talked her into going without a bra when she found it under the coffee table.
This time there was no awkward shuffling when he lay on the sofa and encouraged her to join him. She snuggled back against him as if she’d been born to fit in his arms. He’d only put on a pair of jeans so his bare arm rested over her. As in the shower her fingers stroked the tattoos decorating his skin. If she likes them this much I’ll never wear a shirt again.
* * * *
Eric sat in his truck and stared at the house. He could see the soft blue glow of the television reflecting off the walls and figured Matt must be curled up with Jocelyn on the sofa. He hoped that his cousin had managed to get to know her a bit better. Matt was so certain she was the one for them. Right now Eric didn’t know what to think. It was amazing how much difference a few hours could make in a person’s life.
Earlier today, he’d planned on helping out his parents and then being home in time to have dinner with Matt and Jocelyn. Instead, his dad took him for a walk on the ranch and told him that he’d been diagnosed with cancer. He didn’t want to believe it. At first he thought his dad was trying to make a bad joke or point out the importance of medical checkups…but this. Cancer? His dad was the strongest person he knew. He would’ve never made it through all the burn treatments if he hadn’t had his dad and Matt supporting him. The two of them had talked to him of the proverbial edge a few times during those brutal weeks in the hospital after the accident. Eric was terrified of losing his dad. It was a fact of life that it would happen one day, but he hated the idea that it might happen sooner than it should. To top it off, his dad had sworn him to secrecy because he didn’t want his younger sister Tatum to know.
His little sister worshiped the ground their dad walked on. He and his brothers had been told countless times growing up to watch out for their little sister and beat the shit out of anyone who look at her the wrong way. That didn’t stop them from bugging her by insisting on calling her Tater all the time. He knew Tatum would be mad when she found out they kept this from her, but he agreed with their dad. There was no point in worrying her until they had to. His dad had said to him tonight that he wasn’t ready to go anywhere because he had too many plans with mom that they’d put off for too long.
Eric looked at the flickering glow in the window again. He’d been doing the same thing. Putting everything off until the time was right. Ever since his accident he’d floated through life not really looking at the future. He’d been afraid to make plans in case something happened. What if he died and left things for his family to finish. Was there some higher reason why he lived through an accident that should have killed him? After meeting Jocelyn today, he started wondering if she was why.
Sitting with her today he’d felt more alive than he had his entire life. He didn’t doubt Jocelyn had her own secrets. He’d noticed the way she picked at her food before finally eating it. She was beautiful, but if she put on a bit more weight then she’d be mouthwatering and every man in the county would be falling at her feet. A hot stab of jealousy burned through his heart. Perhaps she’s perfect the way she is.
The front door opened, and Matt’s large body filled the space. He was obviously wondering what the hell was going on. Eric had texted him earlier that he wouldn’t be home when he planned and to pass his apologies on to Jocelyn. Then he’d ended up driving around for hours trying to come to terms with what his dad had said to him. Part of him had wanted to come back here and tuck Jocelyn up between the two of them, and he would have watched any movie they wanted, but he wasn’t ready to answer the questions that they would have asked. He turned off the truck and grabbed his hat before heading for the front door. Matt had walked away when he saw Eric emerge from the vehicle.
As soon as he took off his coat and headed into the main room, Matt handed him a beer.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now.” They typically tried to stay up as late as possible the night before they went on the midnight shift. Eric didn’t think he’d be able to sleep tonight if he’d wanted to.
“I took a nap earlier.” Matt sat on the other end of the sofa and propped his legs up on the coffee table.
Eric recognized the complete relaxation in his cousin’s movements and suspected, hoped he knew why. “Did Jocelyn stay for long today?”
“You want to know about Jocelyn? Tell me what the fuck is going on?”
Eric didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him. He wanted to hear about Matt’s afternoon with Jocelyn but knew his stubborn cousin wouldn’t talk till he did. “Dad’s been diagnosed with prostate cancer.”
“Fuck.” Matt sat up and placed his beer on the coffee table. “Are they sure?”
“Yeah.” Eric nodded, the devastation he’d felt earlier washed over him again as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Keep that between us. Dad doesn’t want to say anything to Tater yet.”
Matt nodded. “I don’t think that’s the best choice, but I understand why he would want to hide it from her.”
Eric took a long drink of the cold beer and then filled his cousin in on all the details he knew. “My parents are still in shock themselves, so their plans might change over the coming weeks.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Mom made me something earlier, but I wasn’t that hungry.” He placed the beer on the coffee table and then leaned back on the sofa. “I’m still not that hungry. Tell me about Jocelyn.”
Matt smiled and Eric knew then that his cousin had managed to seduce the very serious Dr. Richards. “You lucky bastard. I’d planned to be back for dinner, but my head wasn’t in the right place.”
“I figured something bad had happened when you texted me earlier. She was really concerned about you.” Matt pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Eric. “It wouldn’t hurt if you texted her yourself.”
He stared at her contact number on the phone, uncertainty plaguing him. What if she wasn’t interested in a ménage relationship? Matt was already head over heels with her, it was written all over his face, and Eric wouldn’t ever want to ruin that.
“You might not have been here physically, but we played a bit of a game at one point. Trust me. She’s not afraid of being shared or watched.”
Eric smiled and felt some of the darkness lift from his thoughts. Leave it to Matt to find a woman who shared his exhibitionistic tendencies. His thoughts instantly went to the spanking bench at Consensual. Would she be willing to straddle that? His cock twitched at the mental picture of her pink ass in the air. She could suck Matt’s cock as he spanked her. Eric got out his own phone and copied her information into his contact list before tossing Matt’s phone back to him.
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br /> Matt nodded. “She’s an incredible mix of innocence and minx. She’s so breathtaking when she comes, it’s like it takes her by surprise.”
“I noticed that today she gets very nervous when she’s touched. I don’t think it’s from abuse but from a lack of physical touching.”
“Agreed. I snuggled on the sofa with her, and she wasn’t comfortable but as she got used to me she relaxed. I tried to talk her into staying overnight, but she insisted on going back to Minnie’s. I don’t know if it was because she wasn’t certain how to act when you got here or if she is running from her own feelings. I suspect the latter.” Matt yawned, stretching out his arms. “I’m heading to bed. It’s three now, and I’ll be able to sleep in a bit tomorrow.”
Eric nodded, getting up from the sofa. “I’m going to head to bed, too.” He knew he wouldn’t sleep, not yet anyways.
Matt gave him a big hug, slapping him hard on the back. Eric was just as close if not closer to Matt than his own brothers. His cousin was his family and best friend and would always be there for him. “You know your dad will get through this. He’s as stubborn as you are.”
Eric shrugged. He’d been told that many times. “I can’t imagine what he’s going through.”
“I imagine similar to what you were feeling when you were in the hospital.” Matt gave him another smack on the back before turning off the TV. “Don’t forget to text Jocelyn. You promised her at lunch that you wanted to take her out geocaching tomorrow.”
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