by Lane Hart
“What a bi-g witch,” Josie says, barely catching her curse.
“Amen,” I agree. “Thank God the wicked witch is gone. And thanks for waiting around for the new mattress,” I tell Abe. “They haul off the hold one?”
“Yeah, you’re good to go,” he says with a knowing smile. “And I guess Ollie and I should go round up some dinner and get home since it’s getting late.”
“Probably so,” I agree. “Next time, we’ll go to the park or see a movie,” I tell Ollie.
“Yay!” he says, throwing his arms around my neck.
“Tell Uncle Law and his friend Josie bye, Ollie,” Abe prompts.
“Bye, Uncle Law. Bye, Josie,” he says with a pout.
“Aw, he’s too cute. I hope to see you again, Ollie,” Josie tells him while ruffling his blond hair.
“Nice to meet you, Josie. Thanks for saving my brother from the evil forces that plagued him for way too long,” Abe says with a wink as I hand over Ollie to him.
“Nice to meet you both, too,” she says with a smile so warm it could melt polar icecaps as they leave and I lock up.
“So, is it just me, or does it feel like the universe is conspiring against us?” I ask her, pressing her body against the door again with mine. I grab her ass with both hands so she can wrap her legs around my waist, trying to recreate the moment when we came in.
“It definitely feels that way,” she agrees, reaching up to run her fingers through the back of my hair. “But now I think we’re in the clear.”
“God, I hope so,” I tell her, brushing my lips over her jaw before moving down to her neck. Josie’s head falls back against the door as she squirms. When I suck on her salty skin, she moans softly, activating the hard-as-a-rock setting on my cock. Reaching down, I shove her dress up to her hips so that I can wedge my hips between her legs, only my clothes and her tiny panties in between us.
With a desperate tug on my hair, Josie pulls my mouth to hers again; and I swear it feels like I could drown in the depths of this lust or love between us, whatever it is. It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to fight it. I want it, her, every-fucking-thing. And the best part is, I trust her. She won’t stomp on my bruised ego or rip out my partially exposed heart. No, it’s more like she’s making me feel whole again, filling in the pieces I didn’t know were missing. I want to do the same for her, which is a little scary because I might suck at it, but I think I’m up for the job. One thing’s for sure, I know how to take care of her body while I figure out the rest.
“Josie,” I say against her lips while my hand slides down the front of her panties. Feeling their dampness on my fingertips makes me want to drive my cock deep inside and hump her like a dirty dog.
“Ye-yeah?” she asks, having to clear her throat to speak.
“I like you,” I tell her, making her blue eyes blink to try and see me through the hazy lust.
“I like you, too,” she replies with a smile before her eyes close and she screams, “Oh God”, when I slip my fingers underneath the thin strip of fabric covering her pussy. Fuck, my mouth goes dry as I caress her slick flesh and stroke knuckle deep inside her silky walls. There’s only one thing to quench my thirst.
Placing Josie’s feet back on the ground, I jerk her panties down her legs as I fall to my knees in front of her. She steps out of one side of her lacy thong, and that’s good enough for me. My hands grip her thighs, prying them apart as I bury my face between her legs.
“Mmm,” I groan against her wet heat, swirling my tongue inside her tight pussy and lapping up her sweetness. Her hands come down to cradle my head tighter against her body at the same time she goes up on her tiptoes, making me chuckle. “You wanna ride my face, baby?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says, her fingers pulling two handfuls of my hair. “While I suck you off.”
“Holy fuck, yes,” I tell her. That’s the best offer I’ve ever had in my life. A second later, I’m on my feet, Josie’s over my shoulder, the bag of condoms are in my hand and I’m striding into my bedroom. Sure enough, there’s a brand new mattress, no sheets, sitting on the frame. There’s no time to cover it with sheets now, and there’s no better way to christen a bed than with what we’re about to do.
Sitting Josie on the side of the bed next to our rubber friends, I lift her dress over her head, and then hold up each of her feet to take off her shoes. While she watches me, I reach behind me to tug my shirt over my head. And then her hands beat mine to my belt, undoing it, and pushing my jeans and boxer briefs down for me to remove the rest of my clothes.
Once we’re both gloriously naked, I climb on the bed, stretching out and hauling Josie up my body until she’s straddling my chest.
“Does, um, being here remind you of her?” she asks so randomly that with all the blood racing down to my erection it takes me a minute to figure out who she means.
“I don’t even remember what she looks like,” I tell her honestly, and, yeah, I’m staring at Josie’s tits as I say this because they’re swaying temptingly right in front of my face.
“Whatever,” she says with a scoff. “She had boobs out to, like, here,” Josie says, using her palms to demonstrate in front of her chest, making me laugh.
“Yeah, she had boobs. And an ass. That’s about all I remember about her.”
“Uh-huh,” she says in disbelief.
“But even when you’re not around, I remember how your soft, golden curls feel between my fingertips,” I tell her, reaching for one of the locks dangling over me to twirl it around my finger. “And I remember the way you look at your car like it has feelings, the sound of your moan when you put something delicious in your mouth, your amazing smell, Moroccan My Shine. And I can’t forget the way your beautiful blue eyes look at me we with an admiration I don’t think I deserve.”
“That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she says, blinking away the moisture in her eyes.
“It’s true,” I tell her. “That afternoon you walked into my garage, I forgot my girlfriend’s name. It completely escaped my mind when I saw you.”
“Really?” she asks with a smile.
“Really,” I reply. “Now sit on my face so I can lick your pussy.”
Josie laughs and shakes her head. “But I thought –”
“I’m tired of waiting to be inside you, so I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, and then I’m gonna fuck you.” Without waiting for her to move, I haul her up my body until she’s straddling my face, close enough for me to lick right up the seam of her flesh.
“Oh God, Lawson,” she moans above me as I tease her clit, her body undulating in a rhythm that matches her quick panting breaths. Her back is arched, her hands braced behind her on my chest, so fucking beautiful as she cries out her release, her body shaking with pleasure.
I keep lapping at her wetness until my cock can’t take another second. Flipping our positions, I put Josie on her back and reach over to grab a condom from the box. She watches me silently as I tear the wrapper open and roll the latex over my thick length. Her arms are splayed over her head in surrender, her ivory cheeks flushed with her arousal, blonde hair fanned out around her.
“You’re breathtaking,” I tell her, as I stretch out on top of her, lining our bodies up. Josie doesn’t wrap her legs around my waist. Instead, she winds those beauties over my own legs, interlocking us together for a flawless fit. When she reaches for my shoulders to bring me against her, I go willingly.
And after what feels like a lifetime of waiting, I fuse our lips together and ease my way deep inside of her. She’s so fucking tight that I groan against her mouth in wonder and joy and pure male satisfaction because I know that I’m the only man she’s given herself to in a long time. The arrogant fucker in my head is pumping his fists in the air because, for some reason, she picked me. It’s like winning the fucking lottery.
Instead of humping her like a horny animal, I actually take my time, savoring every slow stroke in and out of her as her nails dig
into my shoulders and our tongues tangle around our panting breaths.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I swallow her muffled moans, greedy for more, as I try to bury myself deeper in her warmth. My hips buck faster, bumping her pelvis on each thrust until I feel her walls start to spasm, holding my cock inside of her as she comes on a scream that would’ve had me coming all on its own.
“Lawson! Lawson, don’t stop!” Josie exclaims, her nails moving down to my ass cheeks, holding me deep inside her while she writhes underneath me. “Ohmygodimcoming,” she says in a rush, sounding surprised, but then my release hits me like a runaway Mack truck going down a mountain without brakes. I gasp against Josie’s neck through the tremors, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. The usual post-nut blissfulness is instantaneous, but it’s also accompanied by the urge to wrap my arms around Josie and never let her go. Like we’re conjoined twins that share hearts and lungs and all the other important organs, so there’s no possibility of us ever separating. It’s almost overwhelming enough to be scary. At the same time, it’s nice and reassuring to know she’s here and not going anywhere anytime soon. Or is she? What was it she said earlier? She may have to move to find a job? There’s an almost urgency that wraps around my neck, choking me with the need to make sure she stays with me.
“You’ve got to find another job?” I ask her, realizing that my semi-hard cock is still inside her.
“Ah, yeah, and that was good for me, too,” she teases with a small smile.
“That was fucking incredible, like I told you it would be,” I say before moving on to the more pressing issue. “So, you’re gonna stay in town, right?”
Her smile slips. “Well, hopefully. But I don’t know where I’ll find work, so…”
“Stay here,” I tell her.
“Um, okay. I’ll try.”
“No, I need more than try,” I say in a rush. “Because this,” I motion between us, “is too damn good to end. You don’t want it to end do you?”
“Ah, no. I really like you,” she replies.
“Good,” I say, but that…worry is still gnawing on my insides. I need to give her more reasons to stick around, starting with my cock, and then working my way to everything else.
Desperate to have her again, with a need so strong it’s got me in a chokehold, and wanting to remind her just how damn good we are together, I sit back on my knees and flip her to her stomach.
“Oh, whoa, okay,” she mumbles into the mattress. “I’m game for round twooooo!”
Before the last word leaves her mouth, I drive my swollen to capacity cock inside her again and again, holding on to her hips so she can’t get away.
“Fuck, Josie,” I groan when she pushes back, silently begging for more instead. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass reminds me that my hand wanted to do that, so I swat at her right cheek, making her gasp.
“That was for leaving with that asshole earlier,” I tell her, followed by another whap. “That’s for fucking me so good I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” Whap. “That was for…everything else because I just love slapping your ass.”
“Yes!” she screams, reminding me of when I saw her standing outside my garage and she repeated the word over and over again. The relief at that moment was staggering because I wasn’t sure if I would ever see her again. Thank fuck I did. I can’t imagine going the rest of my life never knowing how amazing it feels to be inside of her.
Certain I won’t last much longer, I reach down the front of her body, rubbing my fingertips over her clit as I keep pumping my cock inside her. Unlike the first time, now I’m fucking her like an animal, needing her harder, faster, deeper, unable to get enough of any of the above.
When her arms collapse, flattening her onto her stomach, I follow, my hand still underneath her. She cries out like she’s being murdered when she starts riding my hand, squeezing my cock within her silky walls. I bit my bottom lip bloody while I wait for her to finish coming. At the last of her shudders, I pull out, tear off the condom and take my pulsing cock in my fist to jerk off. Why? I don’t fucking know. To mark her or some shit? It sounded like a good plan in my crazy ass head.
“Fuck, Josie, fuckkkk,” I groan as I watch the cum spray her ass and run down her crease until there’s nothing left in me. Completely spent, I fall to the mattress next to the amazing woman I somehow finally got into my bed.
Chapter Fourteen
Josie
“Wow.”
That one word falls from my parted lips, as I try to get more oxygen into my seizing lungs. It’s the only word I’m capable of speaking at the moment, and it clearly doesn’t do justice to what Lawson and I just participated in together.
“As soon as my legs work again…I’ll go get a wash cloth…to clean you up with. Then we’ll eat,” Lawson says from where he’s stretched out beside me, both of us flat on our stomachs, looking like mowed down roadkill. Reaching over, he brushes the hair from my face sweetly, and I notice he’s wearing a peaceful, lazy smile that’s probably identical to mine.
My stomach growls, interrupting the moment, and I swear his answers it before we both laugh. “Let me clean you up so we can get some food into you,” Lawson says, my eyes tracking every inch of his incredible body as he stands up from the bed and leaves the room.
Sweet baby Jesús, I can’t believe that man and I…we…wow. There’s no other way to describe it. Never before have I had an orgasm during sex. I thought it was a myth from romance novels and movies, not something that was physically possible. But Lawson proved it to be true. Twice. With him it seemed effortless.
After Lawson returns, we eat our steak burritos in bed and wash it down with beer. I think I now have a new favorite way to eat every meal. Mexican food with a naked Lawson in bed is the best.
While he’s in the bathroom taking a shower, his cell phone starts dinging from the pocket of his jeans still on the floor. Oh no. The Jeopardy theme song starts to play in my indecisive head. Am I really considering snooping? I mean, I do trust him, and it’s probably just his brother saying he and his nephew made it home. So, by looking at the phone, I’ll confirm this for a fact and let go of any tiny, little doubts I may have.
Unable to resist, I climb off the mattress and kneel beside his jeans. Glancing over at the bedroom door, I still hear the shower running. So, very gently, I pull the device from his front pocket. I don’t even have to worry about needing a code to unlock the screen.
My heart stops when the two sentences practically jump off the phone and punch me in the gut. Jasmine Flores’s text message to Lawson says, “I need you ASAP. How soon can you come over?”
What the fuck?
With shaking hands, I slip the phone back where I found it and scamper up on the bed. Flopping backwards on the pillow, I try to think this through. Okay, so maybe his ex wasn’t lying about him and other women, but surely he’s not seeing anyone else now, right? He told me he wouldn’t, and after the mind-blowing sex we just had, that doesn’t even seem possible. It’s probably just some delusional woman who still wants Lawson, but he’ll, of course, ignore her advances. Right? God, I hope so.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m beat,” Lawson says with his naked return to the bedroom, followed by a yawn and a stretch of his muscular arms over his head.
“Yeah, me too,” I reply, deciding to let go of the insecure bullshit trying to wreak havoc on my happiness. Lawson is not Bryan. Far from it, and I trust him. Mostly. We just met, so it’s gonna take some time to get to a hundred percent.
But then, another two rapid dings on his phone interrupts the silence in the room. With a heavy sigh, Lawson goes over and retrieves the device from his abandoned pile of jeans. He curses under his breath as his thumb starts to scroll, and then he’s typing out a response. “Josie, I’m really sorry, but something’s come up…”
No! No, no, no. He is not blowing me off to go fuck some…some floozy!
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice onl
y slightly shaky. It’s not like I can come right out and admit that I was snooping and saw the message on his phone from a woman asking him to come over. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” is his clipped response. “A friend has an emergency, so I’ve gotta go.”
An emergency? That’s his best excuse? Let me guess, her pussy needs saving? There’s an itch only his cock can reach? What an asshole!
“I’m sorry –”
“Oh my God!” I exclaim, interrupting him as I scramble off his sheet-less bed to find my dress. When I look over, Lawson is quickly pulling his jeans back up his legs with no underwear, making me scoff. “I can’t believe you right now!”
“Josie…calm down,” he says with his hands on his hips. “You can stay. I’ll be back in a few…”
“No! No way am I gonna sit around here, waiting for you to come back…afterwards! How stupid do you think I am? Do you think I’m so fucking desperate that I would put up with that shit from you?” I scream at him while I finish dressing hastily, slipping my heels on without bothering to fasten them around my ankle. “You know what, forget it and forget you!”
“Josie, wait!” he yells as I storm through the living room. Tears flood my eyes before I scoop my purse up from the floor in the entry way, and then it’s hard to see through the liquid blur to get the stupid locks turned on the door. When Lawson tugs on my elbow from behind, a sob escapes from my throat. “Don’t! Don’t touch me!” I shout as I pull my arm free.
Running down the flight of stairs, I nearly break my neck in my cream heels that are still unfastened around my ankles. I somehow make it to my car in one piece, cranking it and pulling away just as Lawson appears on the sidewalk. I refuse to glance back in my review mirror to see his gorgeous face one last time. As more tears race each other down my cheeks, I tell myself that I wish I had never met him. But the shitty part is I know that’s a lie.
And how fitting that, like a soundtrack to my life, the eighties radio station is playing “Tainted Love.” I don’t think I ever really understood the meaning of the song until now when I’m running away as fast as I can from what I thought could have been love. When everything was going so well, he ruined it.
