We both know what will come next. The sexual tension in the air is almost palpable. She starts to unbutton my shirt. When she arrives at my pants, she undoes the belt. But before she can yank my pants down, I grab her hands. She looks up at me and pouts.
With the tip of my thumb, I caress her bottom lip.
“We’ll get to that later, for now, I’ve got other plans with you.”
I let go of her hands and remove the two things I bought earlier this week for her, out of my pockets. Her eyes go wide when she sees what I bought. She starts to open her mouth to protest, but I talk first.
“You said you were curious; don’t you want to find out how it feels?”
I can see how she tries to swallow her nerves. But I guess the curiosity wins over the fear.
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Good girl. Take off your dress, go to the edge of the bed, lean on it with your hands, ass in the air.”
She immediately does what I ordered. She opens the zipper of her bridesmaid dress and lets it drop to the floor. When the dress falls to the floor, I see her naked body appear.
“You were naked under that dress all day?”
She looks coyly at me from over her shoulder. “Yes, you could see my underwear and bra through my dress, because of the thin material.”
“You should be glad I didn’t know that, I would have dragged you to the first closet available and would have fucked you into next week.”
Her eyes shine in mischief. “Maybe I should have told you before then.”
I growl approvingly and watch while she takes the position I ordered. Her ass looks mighty fine from over here. She claims to be insecure, but I know she enjoys every moment I look at her. I walk slowly toward her. I can see her legs shaking with nerves, but she keeps the position I told her to stand in. With my hand, I caress her bottom. Her breathing speeds up and her hands grab hold of the sheets. I spank her ass, hard.
“Are you ready for me, Jolene?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I love the way she reacts to my touch. I take both of the items I bought back out of my pocket. First, I take the tube of lube and squeeze a large amount over the butt plug I bought for her. When I’m satisfied with the gliding of the plug, I put a dot of lubricant on her ass and then throw the bottle on the ground. With my finger, I grease up her ass. I take the butt plug and start to insert it. She wiggles and moans with every inch of the plug I push deeper and deeper. I don’t stop until it’s fully inside her. I take a step back to have a better look.
She stays in the same position while I undress myself. She’s silent. I lower my zipper, the crackling noise of it makes Jolene’s breath speed up. When I’m fully undressed, I stand behind her. With my thumb, I press onto the plug and I smirk when Jolene moans loudly.
“I’m going to fuck you while that plug is deep in your ass, Jolene. So, you better hold on tight.”
I glide my thumb farther down. She’s already soaked and ready. I don’t think she was ever this turned on before, which gives me all the confirmation I needed that she really wants this. I stand behind her and place the tip of my cock against her entrance. Slowly I start to push inside of her. She’s always tight, but right now, because of the plug in her ass, I can barely enter her.
“Can you feel how tight this is, Jolene?”
She grips the sheets even more tightly. “Oh my God, that’s not going to fit, John.”
With my free hand, I smack her ass, which makes her relax for a moment, and I use that distraction to glide deeper inside of her.
“We’re almost there, just a little bit left, Jolene.”
I slip my hand between her legs and start to rub in small circles around her clit. With small grips her pussy pulls me deeper inside of her. With a last small push, I press all the way in. We both moan when my balls touch her pussy.
“Are you okay?”
“It feels so full, John.”
I laugh, I knew she would love this.
“Oh, it’s about to get even better, that I promise you.”
And then I lose all control. Like a madman, I move in and out of her. My fingers take a grip on her hips and I’m sure they will leave a mark that will be visible tomorrow. That turns me on even more than I already was. I want her to see those marks tomorrow, and I want her to know I’m the one who gave them to her. My own orgasm keeps getting closer, but I can’t do it without her. I glide my hands back between her legs and start to rub her clit.
“Come for me, Jolene.”
Before she realizes what I’m going to do, I pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger. She comes immediately. I can feel wave after wave contracting in her pussy. I tumble over the edge myself. I come deep inside of her. When I catch my breath, I slowly remove myself. I remove the butt plug, and as soon as it pops out, Jolene drops on the bed, exhausted. I drop the plug onto the ground and lift Jolene into my arms. With her in my arms, I lie down on the bed and we fall asleep just like that.
Whatever this thing between us might be, tomorrow we need to talk about it. Because I can’t be the only one who feels this.
I HEAR A CELL PHONE buzz on her nightstand. With my eyes still closed, I grab the cell phone and without thinking, I answer it.
“Hello.” My voice is still hoarse after the short night I had.
“Good morning,” a deep male voice answers me. “Is this the number of Jolene De Graeve?”
“Yes, just a minute, please.”
I turn around in bed and notice Jolene is still sleeping. Careful, I shake her shoulder. “Jolene, wake up, there’s someone on the phone for you.”
Her eyes slowly open and she blinks her long lashes a few times. “Who is it?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, some guy.”
She sits up in the bed and pulls the sheet under her armpits, which is a good idea. I don’t want the man on the other line to hear what I would do with her if she didn’t cover her breasts. Or maybe I do, I don’t even know who the guy on the other end of the line is. For all I know he’s a guy from her hometown, who’s really into her. I shake that thought away and hand her the phone. She puts it to her ear.
“Hello?”
I can’t hear what’s being said, but judging by the huge smile on Jolene’s face, I guess it’s good news. She ends the call, puts the cell phone down and just sits there, looking at it without saying a word.
“You going to tell me what’s going on?”
She lifts her chin up, looking me straight in the eyes. I can see them sparkling and a small tear forms at the corner of her eye.
“I got the job,” she whispers.
For a minute I think I misunderstood. But then I remember. When I took her home with me, she made me stop on the way home. She had filled out dozens of job applications and wanted to mail them. At that time, I didn’t give it much thought, but apparently, she now has a job.
“Don’t you normally have to go on an interview to get the job?”
“It’s the school down the street from where I grew up. Max and I went there when we were kids. I did my internship there, and the principal was a friend of my parents. I think that’s why he chose me.”
“So, that’s good news, right?”
Why do I feel like she’s sad? She looks nervous, and she’s fidgeting with the sheets.
“Yes, absolutely. But that also means my vacation here is about to get cut short. The new school year starts in two weeks, and I need some time to prepare the lessons.”
A hollow feeling forms in my chest. I didn’t think about it that way. For days now, I have been trying to push myself and talk to her, but I always postponed, thinking I had all the time in the world. But if I tell her now, she won’t leave. And I know how hard she worked to get her degree. I don’t want her to give up on her dreams for me. The next words that come out of my mouth almost kill me.
“Then we better make the most out of these last few days.”
I kiss her and pull her under m
e. But even before my lips reach hers, she pushes me away. She moves away from me, and sits on the end of the bed, staring at the ground. I put my hand on her back, and rub it comfortingly, but she just shrugs and moves away, out of my reach. I don’t know what has gotten into her; she seemed so happy with the job.
“Talk to me, Jolene. What do you want me to say?”
“Nothing, I think I want to be alone for a while.”
I want to argue with her, say something... but what? If I tell her how I feel, she’ll hesitate and might not take the job. She worked so hard for this, and I don’t want to be the reason she wasted a perfect opportunity. I get up from the bed, put on my clothes and make my way to the door. Right before I leave, I look one last time at her. She’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking sad. I want to go over there, take her in my arms, kiss her the most passionate of kisses, and confess my love to her. But I turn around instead, step out into the hallway and close the door behind me.
20
Jolene
It’s almost over. I can’t believe it. When this summer started, I was really not looking forward to it. But now, I have to admit that my time with Full Moon was amazing. And with one person in particular. I didn’t think leaving would be this hard. Max is going to drive me home the day after tomorrow. So that makes tomorrow my last full day here. I look at my suitcase laying on the bed, most of my stuff already inside. In my hands I hold my favorite baby doll. When I feel the soft fabric of its clothes on my fingers images of me and John suddenly flash in my head.
With a sigh, I push the baby doll into my suitcase. Why do I have such a hard time leaving? I can pretend it’s because I don’t want to go home and face the memories of Mom and Dad, but then I am only fooling myself. I know better than that. The real reason is here. The real reason is probably still in the room next door, sleeping in his bed. It was supposed to be simple: don’t fall in love. But how come it hurts so much to say goodbye to him? And you know what kills me the most? John doesn’t even seem to mind that much.
Did I really imagine it all? I know it started out as just sex, but for me, it changed. Somewhere along the way it changed, I can’t say where exactly, but it became so much more than sex. When I look at him now, I see my best friend; I see the man I fell in love with; I see the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. But apparently, he doesn’t see that in me, so I only have one choice.
Now that I got the job, I’ll return home, no more excuses. I’m sure Erica and Mia will welcome me back with open arms. And starting next week I’ll be teaching at the elementary school in our hometown.
I close the suitcase and put it on the floor. I will pack the rest tomorrow morning. I go to the bathroom to freshen up and put on my pajamas. I remove the scrunchie from my hair and brush my teeth. I get into bed, take my reading glasses and a book from the nightstand. Maybe reading can distract me for a while.
After ten minutes, I put the book away. There are so many things going through my mind, and I can’t focus on the story. One thing I know for sure now, I don’t want this summer to end like this. Do I really want to leave here on a sour note? He might not be in love with me, but that’s not a reason to end this perfect summer like this. I knew what I got myself into when I agreed to his deal. I want people to treat me like an adult, so I should start acting like one.
I remove my reading glasses and put them back on the nightstand. Is he still awake? I sit up and get out of the bed. I put on my bathrobe and head to the door. I open the door and check the hall. When I don’t see anyone, I run to John’s room. With every bit of courage left in me, I knock on his door.
I can hear his footsteps getting closer and then the door opens. John is standing before me, wearing only his pajama pants hanging loosely on his hips. My gaze wanders over his naked torso, there’s not an inch of it that I haven’t touched, and I won’t miss. When I look up at him, I see worry painted all over his face.
“I’m so sorry,” I say softly.
He grabs my arm with his hand and pulls me inside. He closes the door and pushes me softly against it. This is not what I’m used to from him. His fingers comb through my hair and then move farther down. He gently runs his thumb over my lips before bringing his mouth on mine. He kisses me with soft, quick pecks, until he covers my entire mouth. It feels intimate as if he’s kissing me for the first time all over again.
Then his hands move lower, from the side of my belly until he has his hands on my ass. He lifts me easily and I wrap my legs around him. No matter how much I like this, I know we’re not on the same page about this. So I decide to put my emotions aside for now. He’s not looking for a relationship, so I have to protect myself. I leave my emotions at the door. I won’t to try to tell him how I feel about him anymore. But if this is our last night together, then I want to spend it here in his bed. In his arms.
I know this will hurt tomorrow, but no matter what happens, this is what I want. I want to play pretend. I want him to hold me, to kiss me and to hug me like we are more than just friends. I want him to hold me like lovers do. Because no matter what happens, I want to end this with that picture in my mind, a memory I can cherish forever.
He slowly puts me down on the bed. He takes off my bathrobe and pajamas and then takes his time to look at my naked body. Then he takes off his own pajama pants and lies on top of me. This feels so different. John is soft, sweet, gentle. My entire body bursts into flames and he’s barely touched me.
He kisses me, our tongues tangling in an erotic dance of scorching desire. It’s like we’re saying goodbye without words. His kiss draws a path down my neck, to the sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He glides his tongue over my collarbone and then down to my breasts.
He makes these slow circles with his tongue around my nipple that drive me absolutely crazy. When he finally removes his mouth from my nipple, he blows a stream of his hot breath on my now wet nipple. The sensation runs through my entire body; I arch my back and accidentally push my wet pussy against his erection.
He growls in approval and keeps kissing me, moving his trail farther down, not missing an inch of my skin. He licks, nibbles and kisses everything that comes in his path. When he arrives at his destination, he lifts my right leg and puts it over his shoulder.
His eyes lock with mine when he brings his head slowly down, that’s the moment I’m lost. The first lick sends me straight to the edge. He keeps licking and caressing me until I’m about to come. But just before I can fall over the edge, he stops. I could scream out of frustration, but this only shows how well he knows my body.
Kissing his way back up over my belly he lies on top of me again. He kisses me, and I can taste my own desire on his lips. His gaze never leaves mine while he pushes himself inside of me. Ever so slowly he starts to move in and out of me, still kissing me the entire time, caressing me, making love to me.
It never felt this intense before. So gentle, so tender. I love him. With all my heart. And no matter how hard I fight that, that won’t change.
21
John
I am captivated by her smell; she makes me crazy and excited all at once. I take her clit softly between my lips, and I kiss her softly and slowly like I would kiss her passionately on the lips. She gets excited and wiggles her hips in an attempt to make me up the pace. I smile, knowing I’m driving her crazy.
It makes me realize how much I already know about her. How she wants to be kissed and how she gets goose bumps when I put my tongue on that sweet spot between her neck and shoulders. But I also know that she has a morning mood, that she loves chocolate, and that she loves to shop online for lingerie.
I try to focus on her, instead of these thoughts. I give one last kiss on her clit before I grab her leg and remove it from over my shoulder. I start kissing my way up her body and I can see her following every move I make. But her eyes do much more than follow me, they tell me everything she’s trying to hide. They tell me she’s scared of saying goodbye, that she’s sufferin
g as hard as I am. I don’t want to be mean about it because I know my eyes are telling her the same.
So maybe, just for tonight, we need to play pretend. Pretend that we don’t know what’s happening tomorrow. I bring my lips to her mouth and kiss her. It feels different somehow. It’s more intense. Jolene seems to feel it too, because she brings her hands to my hair, trying to pull me closer to her.
I lean on one arm and place the tip of my dick against her opening. Inch by slow inch I push deeper inside of her. Our gazes never leaving each other. It isn’t until I’m fully inside of her, that she closes her eyes for a minute. One lonely tear forms in the corner of her eye and I wipe it away.
With my tongue, I lick the path from the tear to her mouth. I kiss her slowly while I start to move in and out of her. With each thrust, she grabs me a little closer. Our noses touch, and it feels like every inch of me is connected with every inch of her. It’s no longer clear where she ends and I begin.
It’s the first time we make love like this. We take our time, kissing and caressing each other. I can feel her getting closer to the edge, and I can’t wait to see her eyes glaze over, to see her face awash with excitement and to feel her nails scratch down my back when she comes.
That’s when it happens. Fireworks in her eyes and she whispers my name. I follow right behind her and drop on top of her. As soon as I catch my breath, I slide beside her and pull her close against me. I pull the sheets over us and kiss her on the top of her head.
“Good night,” I whisper.
“Good night.”
LAST NIGHT WAS FANTASTIC. I enjoyed every second I got to spend with Jolene, and if I hadn’t realized it already, last night was the proof that it’s so much more than sex to me. But no matter how much it kills me, I can’t break my promise to her. I promised her a good summer, and that, I gave her.
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