The kiss was uncontrolled and she immediately opened for me. There was hunger, desperation, but most of all, this kiss was completely unstoppable. We nipped at each other’s lips, first the bottom then the top. Our tongues swiped at the other’s for dominance. I broke the kiss so Joss could straddle me. My body was humming and I needed more skin to touch. This position allowed not only better access to her mouth and her body, but it gave me the best damn view I’d ever seen. In position and my hands steadying her at her waist, Joss grabbed on to my face and kissed me again.
My hands slid down to her ass and I squeezed. Fuck, her ass was amazing even through shorts. Her hands made their way down and then back up under my shirt. Josselyn’s touch was soft, yet eager, and it made my cock even harder. Before I knew what was happening, Joss broke the kiss and whipped my T-shirt over her head, leaving me stunned at the sight before me.
“Touch me, Mac. I need you to touch me,” she demanded. Any restraint I had melted clear away with those words and my hands traveled up her sides, until they reached her magnificent tits. They fit my palms perfectly as I cupped them. Nothing was stopping me this time, and I wanted nothing more than to drive her crazy. I pinched her nipples and rolled them with my forefingers and thumbs, giving each one equal attention. Then I brought them up to my mouth and sucked one, then the other, going back and forth like a man crazed. As I sucked her nipples deeper, Joss began to grind on me, taking what she needed even through our clothed lower halves. There was contact just where she craved it and it lit her up and she went wild. To help her, I thrust up as she ground down and I took her mouth in a kiss so deep, I felt like I was drowning.
Joss shimmied around and knelt up and started to slide down my sweatpants. She had her soft, small hand wrapped around my cock before I could even switch focus. But it was no use in even trying because at the first slide down, I floated. On the glide up, I swore I saw stars. I let her stroke me a few more times and wiggled my hand up the shorts she had on of mine. Just as I had hoped, she was wet. For me.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I groaned in her ear.
“Yes. Please, Zane. Don’t turn me down again. I need you inside me.” It was a plea, almost as if she’d combust if I didn’t give her what she wanted. It was too much to know that I was here.
With my Josselyn.
And fuck me; she was all-in.
Joss moved to remove the shorts with the small amount of room she had on my lap. I stopped her hands from pulling them down and with my hands under her delectable ass, I stood and carried her to my bedroom while I told her, “Our first time won’t be on my couch. When you are naked for the first time in front of me, I want you splayed out on my bed. And one last thing, Josselyn,” I growled.
“What?”
“The only way you are going to come, is if you agree to call me Mac when you scream out.”
“Whatever,” Joss sassed on a roll of her eyes and a smile.
But fuck, it was the best damn smile in the world.
CHAPTER 17
New Level of Orgasm
Joss
ZANE MADE IT to his bedroom and laid me gently in the middle of his big-ass bed. I was so turned on and wanted him more than I wanted my next breath, yet he seemed to be stuck in some weird trance at the edge of the bed, not moving or attempting to get close to me. To move this along to the good stuff, I raised my hips and removed Zane’s shorts and threw them at him. He snapped out of whatever thoughts he seemed to be lost in and his eyes darkened as he took in my body from head to toe.
“Fuck, Josselyn. You’re absolute perfection,” he told me, as he began slowly removing his clothes. Now we were talking.
Once he was naked and I’d had my fill of the view, I told him, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Zane grabbed my right foot and began kissing up the inside of my leg. The soft brush of his lips sent tingles throughout my body, landing directly at my core.
I began to squirm and moan as Zane’s mouth got closer and closer to my pussy. It was dripping for him and ached to be touched. With his other hand he placed my left leg over his shoulder, which effectively stopped me from moving. Without further delays, Zane’s fingers spread me open for him to feast and his mouth was on me, exactly where I needed him. My hands grabbed on to his hair, yanking him closer and holding him to me.
Zane ate me like a man starved. He licked me from front to back, back to front. Zane’s long, talented fingers entered me and I couldn’t help the moan that came out of me. I wasn’t usually a loud lover, but I started to realize I might not have had a man bed me who could make me vocalize my pleasure. His ministrations were starting to overwhelm me in the best possible way. The feeling that overtook my body was not something I was familiar with. I mean, I’d had orgasms before, but this was an entirely new level of orgasm I had no idea existed. I felt myself start to shake from the inside out. My legs, which at some point had crushed Zane’s head, began next. The hands in Zane’s hair let go and I arched my back off the bed, clinging to the silky sheets under me as the orgasm took over me.
“Fuck. I’m coming, Mac. Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes!” I screamed out.
“That’s my good girl. Give it to me.” I felt Zane’s mouth leave my body but I was still reeling and trying to come back down to earth, going limp on the bed.
“Don’t think for even one second I am done with you, baby. You will scream my name again but I’ll be inside you this time.” Mac started and moved in between my legs. But then he paused and looked down at me and asked, “What type of birth control are you on? I’m clean and have never gone ungloved. With you, I want nothing between us when I claim this gorgeous body as mine.”
“I’m tested regularly and I’m on the pill,” I answered him. I watched up close as a huge smile broke out across his face before he scooted up to align himself to my entrance. I finally saw his size and the beauty that was him, and knew he’d be stretching me to the limit.
“Please, Zane. Come inside,” I begged, trying like hell to coax him inside where I needed him.
“Mac,” he growled out and pushed inside slowly, inch by inch. My mouth opened at the feel of him entering me, and the noise that came out of me was so unfamiliar, even to my own ears.
“Now that I’ve been here,” Mac said, as he brought his thumb between us and zeroed in on my clit, “I never want to be anywhere else. This is my favorite place in the entire world and I know it will just get better the more I have you. It’ll never be enough. This is mine and only mine.”
“Fuck, Mac, you feel so good. Harder, please.” It was a plea. His words mixed with his movements made me feel like I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Anything you want, baby. But if I go any harder or faster, this won’t last much longer.” Mac contradicted himself as he spoke when he thrust so hard and deep inside, I swear it was an out-of-body experience.
“We have all night for a second round,” I told him on a moan. Mac gave me what I wanted and kept up his powerful rhythm. My body now knew the signs of a Mac orgasm and it was building quicker and more intensely than before. This orgasm might break me in half but I wanted it anyway.
“Fuck, Josselyn. I’m gonna come. Are you there?”
“Yes, Mac. Fuck, yes!”
One, two, three more thrusts and we both came apart. Zane’s body collapsed on to mine, and it was a welcomed feeling. Both of us were panting, trying to catch our breaths. We were still connected but I started to wiggle under him.
“Stop moving or we’ll start all over again,” Zane threatened and slowly slid out of me. He rolled to his back; taking me with him so I was curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over his hip, my hand resting at his chest. He held me and feathered kisses all over my hair and forehead. It was intimacy I wasn’t used to but was coming to find that I loved. My body relaxed, I felt myself drifting off from the exertion and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in Mac’s arms.
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The
heater must have been on full blast because I felt like I was choking from the warmth surrounding me. I blinked my eyes open and realized Zane was snug against my back, his arm thrown over my waist, holding me tightly to him without any room to move. His body was definitely hot in more than one sense of the word. I needed to use the restroom so I tried extracting myself from his body without waking him.
My efforts failed and I knew this when Zane’s grip tightened around my waist and he asked sleepily, “Where are you going?”
“I have to use the bathroom.” Immediately, he loosened his grip around me and went up on his shoulder to watch as I made my way out of bed, naked to his bathroom. Before I closed the door, I looked over my shoulder to him, winked, and shook my ass a little bit.
Hope he enjoyed the show.
After I was done, I saw Zane had fallen back to sleep. This was good because I hadn’t had a really good look around his room and all my instincts were telling me to snoop. Monday night was just too quick to get the full effect and last night other things took priority. As I looked around it was almost breathtaking.
Zane’s bedroom was sleek, masculine, and completely sexy. The walls were a navy blue with white trim, adorned with black-and-white pictures of skaters throughout the years—much like my office—all framed in red. The dresser and nightstands were whitewashed with deep brown wood tops. The California King had navy blue silk sheets, which I guessed when I was lying on them, with a red duvet that matched the frames on the wall. In that moment, I wanted to take it all in so I could burn this night and what we just shared into my memory forever.
I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath. The room smelled like Zane mixed with sex and it was an intoxicating smell. A smile crept across my face as contentment filled me and I felt arms slide around my waist from behind me. Instantly, my hands covered his at my middle.
“What’re you doing, baby? Come back to bed. It’s still early,” Zane whispered in my ear, then used the opportunity to kiss the spot where my neck and shoulder met. It was so soft and tender it made me shiver and my stomach fluttered.
“I know. I was just making sure I never forget.”
“Forget what, Josselyn?”
“I never want to forget last night, how it made me feel, or how I feel right now.”
“And how do you feel right now?” Zane asked me.
“The happiest I’ve ever been in my life,” I told him honestly on a happy sigh.
“If I have anything to do with it, you’ll always remember and you’ll always be happy. I’ll make it my life’s mission if I have to.” Zane turned me in his arms and kissed me. His kisses always seemed hungry and desperate for more, and the feeling was mutual. His hands grabbed my thighs, forcing me to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. His cock was already hard and hitting me exactly where I needed it. I was moaning and panting and I needed Mac inside me immediately.
“Mac.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
“Happy to oblige, especially when you call me Mac,” he said, as he slid inside me. I gasped as he seated himself completely. Against the wall, the way he was tilting my hips up to him, was a new angle for me but one that was nothing short of delicious. Zane started to thrust harder and deeper into me like a man possessed, and I locked my fingers around his neck to hold on. His eyes stared into mine, looking for something. What, I wasn’t sure but I couldn’t take the intensity anymore so I pulled his head the few inches to me and kissed him. If it could be believed, Mac thrust even harder into me and I could have sworn I heard him say something about love. But that couldn’t be right, could it?
When Mac’s thrusts hit that spot deep inside me, I started to see stars and knew it wouldn’t be long until he sent me flying into the sweetest oblivion.
“God, yes, Mac! That feels so fucking good. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ll never stop, baby. This is where I am meant to be, always. I feel your pussy tightening around me. Come for me, Josselyn,” he demanded.
His words seemed to be attached to my orgasm because as soon as he said them, it was like he tugged the rope and I exploded around him.
“Yes, Mac! Yes. I’m coming.”
Mac smirked this sexy, all-knowing smirk. It was new and I felt my chest get tight at the sight of it. What the hell was that feeling?
“Yes. Fuck yes. I love feeling you come around my dick.” I was shaking everywhere. From the inside out and it was an amazing feeling. I’d never had releases like the ones I’d had with Zane. This one better than the last, yet I had this suspicious feeling this was just scratching the surface with him.
Once the shaking subsided, he gently lowered my legs to the floor but kept his arms around me. He did a once-over of my body and then asked, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’ve never been that rough with a woman before. Not sure what came over me. Well, that’s a lie. You always make me feel like I am losing control.”
There was a lot there in Mac’s words, so I addressed what I felt was safe and told him while I cupped his cheek, “I’m totally fine. Better than, actually. You didn’t hurt me, Mac.”
“You called me Mac.”
“I also screamed it two minutes ago. What’s your point?” He chuckled a little and carried me back to his bed. Zane sat on the edge, me straddling him.
“The only time you have called me Mac is when I’ve been inside of you or when you thought I did something sweet, like make you breakfast,” he explained.
“Well, you were making sure I was okay and just gave me an orgasm. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you that I call you Mac. And before you say that you are Mac to me, we’ve discussed this already. But just to reiterate, we aren’t the same people we were ten years ago or even two years ago. You call me Josselyn more than Joss. You never called me Josselyn unless you were pissed at me. It was always Joss. Want to tell me why you call me Josselyn?” I asked him what I had wondered since I interviewed him.
“First, baby, I get what you are saying. We aren’t the same people but when I hear you say Mac, it does something to my brain. It’s like this wave of chaotic peace comes over me, if that makes any damn sense. It makes me feel like I wasn’t a complete dick and walked away. Like there wasn’t a time you weren’t in my life. And second, to answer your question, I suppose I call you Josselyn for the some of the same reasons you call me Zane, but mostly because I’m an asshole and knew it would grate on your nerves when I first saw you. It just kind of stuck after that.” Zane shocked me with his explanation.
It was sweet and annoying all at the same time.
Kind of like the man himself.
So I did what any logical person would do in that situation.
I made out with him, we gave each other another orgasm, and then, still in sweet mode, Mac made me breakfast.
After, we spent the day in bed, watching movies, cuddling, and forgetting completely about the shitshow that was waiting for me at the radio station. At that moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I was exactly where I wanted to be for the weekend.
Monday, I’d deal with work.
And Wes.
And Arden.
I sighed and let it all go until I had to deal.
CHAPTER 18
She Called Me Honey.
Mac
TO SAY MY weekend was fantastic would be a huge understatement. Friday we lounged all day, alternating between watching movies, fucking, sleeping, and talking. It was exactly what we needed after what went down at Josselyn’s office. Saturday morning we swung by Joss’s apartment and picked up some clothes for the weekend and grabbed a bite for breakfast. After, we went to the skate park and again, I watched Joss do her thing with those kids. Seeing her with them, and how she was so understanding and patient got me thinking about how Joss would be with our kids. I’d never really been sure I wanted kids but watching her interact and teach them solidified that decision for me. Saturday night, we had
dinner at The Proud Lantern, where the server seemed a little overeager, for my liking, to serve Joss. So, I staked my claim by sliding into the same side of the booth and putting my arm around Joss’s shoulders. It seemed like eager beaver got the point and moved on to a table filled with girls his own age. My woman found my actions annoying and told me so. It was all good with me though because I liked when she threw her attitude my way. It turned me on and I proved it to her. Repeatedly. Then showed her how other things she did turned me on all day Sunday.
Now it was Monday morning, Joss was on her board skating to work, and I was getting ready to take a phone meeting with Graham. He had sent an email Sunday morning requesting one. Something about wanting to discuss the opening in a few months. I had a feeling he wanted to discuss Joss and the status of our relationship plus her participation in the demo. She’d agreed when I put her on the spot live on-air, but we hadn’t really talked about it much since. I made a mental note to bring it up again tonight when I picked her up from work.
My phone rang and the display said ‘Graham Calling’ so I touch the screen and said, “Yo, boss man.”
“Yo, dickhead. Nice to know you’re alive. I haven’t heard from you in a while,” Graham greeted back. Knowing he was my boss but also my friend allowed us to have this type of back-and-forth with each other.
“Yeah, man. Sorry about that. Things have been somewhat chaotic here,” I explained. Knowing Soraya and my girl were really tight, I figured he’d known what had been going on as I was sure Joss told Soraya everything.
“So I’ve heard. Seems you’ve made your move. Things going well?” Graham asked.
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