He turned his back on me and took hold of my hands, bringing them up to the lapels of his leather cut and slowly guiding them over his shoulders in order to remove it. Again, like a good obedient puppet, I allowed him to pull my strings and command my will.
He then stalked me in a circular motion, taking the cut from my hands and tossing it to Patsy before stopping to press his front to my back.
Time stopped, sans my heavy breathing and pounding heart, the anticipation of what he would do next, simply agonising.
My hair was gently swept from my shoulder and neck, a tickling cool breeze before his chin replacing it. I shuddered. The simultaneous feeling of hot and cold was a strange thing, for in a moment such as this, the result was far from warm. It was an icy shock soothed with a fiery burn. It was torturously exquisite.
“I know what you were thinking, sweetheart,” he whispered against my neck.
I sucked in a breath and willed my eyes to remain open. This was not the time nor place to sink into the bliss of Josh Adams against my skin. It was also not the time to sigh in a heaven-like fashion, when his large, strong hand splayed across my lower abdomen and coaxed my hips to move with his, both of us swaying to the beat of the song.
“You were thinking I wanted to fuck that bitch over there. That I was whispering that very thought into her ear.”
I swallowed.
He continued. “The only woman I want to fuck right now is you.” Josh’s other hand danced across my shoulder and across my collarbone. He then skated his fingertips over my breast, settling them in my left hand. Suddenly, he pulled that hand, sending me spinning away from him, only to be pulled back flush against his chest. Our eyes met, neither of us blinking. He smiled and dipped me backward, his lips finding my neck, the base of my throat, and the tops of my cleavage. That’s when the final note played in the song, essentially ending his act.
The room erupted into applause, yet he and I both knew what he’d just done to me wasn’t an act. I knew from the excessive beating of my heart and dampened underwear between my legs, not to mention his hard cock, pressed against my inner thigh. Fuck!
Josh pulled me back up before parting with more hushed words. “Did you get all of that, sweetheart?”
All I could do were the things we call smile and nod. In that moment, he could’ve asked me if I were Rudolph’s left testicle and I would still have smiled and nodded. That was what his words and touch did to me.
Josh quickly kissed the top of my hand and gestured for the audience to applaud my participation. He then guided me to take my seat before heading back to the stage.
Shit, it’s hot in here! I fanned myself down, turning to find Patsy wearing Josh’s cut together with a massive cheesy grin. “Now that’s the other type of whisper we were talking about.”
***
During the bus ride back to the hotel, I was drowning in a sea of nerves and clinging to a life ring of excited anticipation. Do I give myself to him? Do I go against everything I stand for and take a leap of faith? Do I shirt my inhibitions and let him take me to all the exquisite places he’s promised to take me? … Do I just fuck the man senseless? I didn’t know. I’d never put this much emphasis on a single person or act in my life. I was so fucking confused.
The bus pulled to a stop in the hotel’s courtyard, and I was about to stand up and either run away or drag Josh to my room by his penis when my phone rang.
I dug it out of my pocket to see Em’s name. Halle-fuckin’-lujah.
“Hi, babe, how are you?”
“Corinne Annalise Lee. Are you THAT busy that you can’t ring your best friend?”
I sighed, feeling terrible. I hadn’t called her since leaving Albury. Yeah, I’d been busy, but I’d also been dealing with the rollercoaster known as Josh. “I’m sorry. Things have been crazy.”
“How crazy? You know I like crazy. Why aren’t you telling me about crazy?”
“Hang on a second.” I stood up, indicating to Josh with a nod toward the front of the bus, that I was taking my call outside. He nodded back, his expression curious.
Once in the summer night air, I walked a few metres and sat on the curb at the base of the courtyard fountain. “Sorry, I couldn’t talk on the bus. We’ve just returned from a show.”
“How’s it all going?” she asked, the sound of her munching drawing my smile.
“Let me guess … Tim Tams! And it’s going good. Well, the business side of it is. The pleasure side … not so much.”
“What do you mean pleas—”
“Oh my God! I nearly forgot,” I shouted, interrupting her. “I climbed the Sydney Harbour Bridge today.”
“Get. Out. Of. Town! You did not.”
“So did! Like a boss … actually, no, not really, I fell apart like the crying acrophobic that I am.”
“Oh …” She crunched her Tim Tam. “But you did it, yeah? That’s awesome. It doesn’t matter how you did it, as long as you did.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know. Josh helped me every step of the way. Brad was great too.”
“Camera-smasher Josh? And who is Brad? Shit, Cori, I think I’m going to need to pay you a visit on this tour.”
“You can, you know. Well, if you want to. We’ll be at the Gold Coast as of next Monday for an entire week.”
“Hmm… I might just be able to swing something.”
“Really?” I asked, the prospect of seeing Em simply perfect.
“Yeah, the production is on hold until further notice. Legal issues.”
“Shit! Is it serious?”
“Don’t know. They’re being tight-lipped. I’m not too worried though. These things happen all the time.”
“Okay. As long as you’re not worried.”
“Nah,” she said, crunching again. “So, tell me more about Josh. There is more, isn’t there? I can tell.”
I looked up at the mention of his name, finding him standing by the door of the hotel, waiting for me. He looked so … normal, so … boyfriend material. It pained my chest. “He’s sexy as hell, Em,” I sighed, holding up my finger to Josh and indicating I’d be a minute or so longer. He nodded in acknowledgement and then pulled out his own phone.
More crunching. “Yes, we’ve already established that. He is the hottest male revue performer in the country. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“And he knows it. He knows he’s sexy, and that’s not sexy.”
“Why?” she mumbled. “Why isn’t self-confidence sexy? I think it is.”
“That’s not what I mean. It’s the way he acts. At times, it’s disgusting. He’s such a slut, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care one bit. He just fucks, and fucks off. Fucks, and fucks off. And they love him for it.”
“So why do you even care what he does?” she asked, her tone smug and knowing.
“Because he wants to try and change for me.”
“Oh.” Crunch.
“Yeah, oh.”
Silence.
More silence.
“So what are you going to do?” Crunch.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I believe him. I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if what we share is anything but forced because we have no choice but to spend so much time together. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is real or not.”
“And what are you feeling?”
“Something.”
“Hmm …”
“What’s ‘hmm’ mean?”
Crunch.
“It means you really like him.”
I picked up a pebble and twirled it between my fingers, watching Josh as I did so. “Yeah, I do. A lot. I just don’t know if I can trust him with my heart.”
“Can you really trust anyone with your heart?”
“Well … yeah. I’d like to think that you can.”
“Look, I know you were hurt by Steve. I get that. But you can’t let others pay for his mistake.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are. You, most of all.”
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nbsp; “I’m not paying for his mistake, Em. I’m protecting myself. There’s nothing wrong with that. If I don’t then who will?” I asked, tossing the pebble into the fountain.
“Me.”
I smiled. “I know.”
“Tell you what,” she said, the sound of Tim Tam packet ruffling and her shuffling about indicating she was changing position and about to get serious. “Give him a chance but take it slow. Don’t jump in head first, yet don’t stand on the edge deciding whether you’ll jump at all. Ease yourself into the water that is Josh Fuckalicious Adams.”
I laughed. Loud.
Josh looked up, so I waved. He waved back, his brow creased in the most adorable way.
“My God, is he fuckalicious. Seriously, Em, I’m staring at him now and it’s making my vagina hungry.”
“Then go and feed her.”
“I will. But do I feed her cock or something else?”
“What the fuck else would you feed her? A damn dog?”
“No!” I giggled. “Do I feed her his tongue, finger, cock, or all three?”
“Well, remembering that you’re on the edge and easing yourself into the water that is Josh, why don’t you feed her all of the above, sans the cock. Leave the cock for when she’s famished. Trust me, she’ll feast when the time comes and then thank you for it with an almighty orgasm.”
“I love you, Emma Davis. I love you like a dog loves his nuts.”
She laughed. “And I love you, Corinne Lee. I love you like a golfer likes to putts.”
I shook my head and laughed silently to myself.
“That one didn’t work, did it?” she asked, and I could totally picture her scrunching up her nose in disapproval.
“No, not really. But I love you anyway.”
“Good. Now go! Go and cure vagina hunger. I’ll call you in a day or two and let you know if the Gold Coast is a goer.”
“Okay. I hope it is. I miss you so much.”
“Yeah, me too.” She blew a kiss down the phone and disconnected the call.
I stared at my phone screen for a few seconds before standing up and walking toward Josh, now knowing what the rest of the night entailed.
Hungry vagina … fed.
***
“Josh,” I groaned, trying desperately to pry his heavy-weighted body off me.
He groaned in response. “What?”
“Let me go in the room and freshen up first.”
His weight off my back and his lips on my neck lifted as he stepped back and propped himself against the wall outside my hotel room with his hand. “What the fuck does that even mean? Let me go in and wash my pussy?”
“No! I mean, yes. I mean, maybe. I don’t know. It means let me go and do some girly stuff first.”
“Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want you to wash your pussy? That I want it smelling and tasting like a pussy should?”
I clenched said pussy and stuttered, “N … n … n … no. I—”
“Just open the fucking door or I’ll throw you against it. Right here, right now.” Holy shit! I’m not exactly opposed to that.
Fumbling with my room key, I slid it through the slot, hearing the beep and then pushing the door forward. Josh’s hand instantly wrapped around my waist and lifted me up, my feet dangling from the ground.
I squealed.
“You’re takin’ far too fucking long, sweetheart.”
Carrying me inside, he placed me on my feet at the foot of the bed and curled his hands around my face, holding my head still while he teased his tongue into my mouth.
I sighed.
I fell limp.
I melted.
Finding the buckle to his belt with lazy fingers, I began to unlatch it. His hands dropped to the buttons of my shirt, and one by one popped them open slowly, revealing my pale pink lace bra.
Chocolate eyes widened and zeroed in on my heaving chest. “I really fucking like your tits.”
“I really like them too.”
“So you should,” he said, pearly whites meeting my not so pearly whites. “Women should appreciate their bodies more than they do.”
His comment caught me off-guard. For a womaniser, it wasn’t something I’d ever expect to hear him say.
“What?” he asked, leaning back and assessing my face with his darting eyes.
“I just didn’t expect something like that to come out of your mouth.”
“Why?” His lips found my neck.
“Because you normally treat women like shit.”
“Do not,” he murmured, his tongue leaving a hot trail on my skin.
Oh good God. “Do so.”
Josh gently clamped his teeth into my shoulder. “Does this feel like shit?” he asked.
I gasped. “No.”
“Then shut up and let me show you what else doesn’t feel like shit.” His hands skated across my back, stopping to unhook my bra.
“Don’t tell me to shut up.”
“Shut up.”
“Arsehole.”
“Bitch.”
I burst into laughter, as did he. What the fuck are we doing?
Our giggles died off, though, when he lifted the straps of my bra from my shoulders and then dropped it to the floor.
Paralysed.
Fixated to the spot.
His stare had me immobilised for its intensity, the way he seemed to be mapping out in his head how he’d take his time and leave no part of me untouched.
Before stepping any closer, our eyes met. “So, sweetheart, does this mean you’re going to let me try? You’re going to give me another chance?”
“Yes. But I’m not sleeping with you tonight. I want to take it slow. I can’t just jump into this with you.”
His shoulders slumped mildly, enough for me to notice, and I felt a tinge of disappointment. I guess, in a way, this could be seen as a test. If he were okay with my decision to play it safe, then that would prove he was truly ‘trying’ for something else other than a quick, meaningless fuck. So without my intending to, a lot was riding on what he said or did next. Right now, in this moment, he had the ability to make or break what we had. And damn, did I want it made. If he broke it, I would break too … then I’d break him.
A seductive smile crept across his face. “I thought I told you we didn’t have to sleep.”
“I’m serious, Josh,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
His expression turned hard. “Uncross them. Now!”
Slowly, I let my arms fall to my sides, which was when he stepped forward and placed his hands on my breasts, gently, softly, his touch one of controlled awe. “You want to take it slow? Fine, we take it slow. But, sweetheart, I will be tasting your pretty little cunt tonight. That’s as slow as I go.”
Words. Touch. Hands. It was all too much.
My head fell back, and I moaned, his kneading fingers pure heaven. Josh’s lips found mine, and fuck me stupid, the man could kiss the socks off a worm if it had the feet to put them on. He was THAT good with his tongue, a tongue I would soon have lapping at my core.
Said core clenched. Said core was wet … and ready.
He lifted me up, our mouths separated, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He nuzzled my nipple and hummed before taking it into his mouth and near making me explode and cry out his name. “God, Josh! Your tongue … just … God!”
“That I am,” he murmured, continuing to twirl his majestic oral organ. “Lord of the Tongues.”
The feel of soft linen touched my back as he laid me down on the bed and began to fumble with the button on my jeans. It made me laugh. “You’re not very good at stripping, are you, oh Lord?”
That seductive eyebrow I adored so much rose, and what it suggested, I did not like. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned. “They’re not made of Velcro.”
Josh smirked and unhooked the button, slowly dragging my jeans and underwear down my legs with a look of hungered need. Happiness danced across my face, as it would appear that he and my vagina w
ere hungry for the same thing.
Licking his lips, he kneeled on the bed, spread my legs, and settled himself in between them. Holy fuck! I need this. I so, so need this. With my heart pounding and my limbs quivering, I hadn’t realised just how much I’d needed this until now … propped up on my elbows while watching him with bated breath. There was something overtly sexy, empowering and terrifying about being lain bare and spread wide for a man who wanted nothing more than to devour you. It was a sweet mix of vulnerability, desire and confidence, knowing that what you were about to provide him with was exactly what he craved and needed as much as you.
Offering your pussy to a man who’s hungry is the most exquisite of power plays.
“You sure ’bout this whole going slow thing?” he asked, his voice gravelly, his sight glued to the glistening between my legs.
I couldn’t speak, so just nodded. If I spoke, I would more than likely say ‘No, let’s break the world land-speed record’.
“Best I keep my clothes on then.” He performed a subtle click of his neck, the God damn sexy action heightening my need to feel his tongue.
“I don’t mean that slow.” I pouted.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Once I put my lips on yours and drag my tongue along you, all bets are off. Clothes will keep things slow—trust me.”
Bad clothes. Bad, bad clothes. And while I’m at it … bad, Cori. Bad, bad Cori.
I pursed my lips and nodded, but I knew he was right. I also knew that it was unfair to want my cake and eat it too. Problem was, I really liked cake.
Leaning forward, Josh placed his finger on my belly button, tracing circles around the small dip. It tickled, gloriously, and a sigh escaped my mouth, the sensation causing my head to drop back. “Mm …” I hummed, which was when the teasing circles turned into a line, directly down my belly before stopping just shy of my wet heat.
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