I shift my eyes from the movie on TV to Joss carrying Quinn back into the living room. She had to use the bathroom and getting around isn’t too easy for her. He has me majorly swooning every time he helps her, and I decide it’s time to reward the man that owns my heart. I meant to turn up the heat last night and show him exactly how he makes me feel, but with Quinn being home for the first time and her nightmares, it took the backseat.
“Hey Quinn, you good for a little bit?” I ask as a blush flames my cheeks. I’m not good with stealth…or seduction apparently.
“Oh yeah. Totally fine. I have to call mom anyway. Why?”
“There’s something I need to show Joss in my room.” I grab Joss’s hand and drag him back to my bedroom as the sound of Quinn’s laughter fills the room.
“What do you need to show me? I’m dying to see if the bomb detonates or if he saves everyone,” Joss abruptly stops talking about the movie when I throw him on my bed and pounce.
I begin kissing his neck and sliding my fingers under the hem of his T-shirt as he finally catches on and begins peeling my shirt up and over my head. I stop him when his fingers find the clasp of my bra.
“Uh, uh, uh. This is about you. I’m here to please you.” I gaze at him wickedly and begin unbuttoning his pants.
“It’s never going to be all about me,” he growls and pulls me onto him. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and I gasp in pleasure.
I pull back unwilling to bend from what I have planned. “This time, it is. I started this once a long time ago.” I finish unbuttoning his pants. “Every moment I’ve been with you since that has been one big round of foreplay even if you weren’t a participant. I’m going to suck your dick whether you want me to or not.” I end my rant by cupping him over his jeans.
“By all means. Who am I to turn you away?” He finally lays back on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“Thank you,” I whisper then feel a little hesitant. All my gusto from before has left the building, and I’m left feeling a little insecure. I mean, this is Joss. Joss. I’m about to suck his penis in my mouth. I shake my head and bat all the thoughts away. I’m going to blow the man who has my heart, and I’m not going to stop until he comes down my throat.
“You don’t have to. I don’t expect that.” He grabs my hands that are gripped onto the hem of his pants.
I bat his hands away and slide my fingers into his pants to pull the fabric over his hips. Joss is in my bed with nothing more than his boxer briefs and a black tee. I quickly remove his shirt and decide to take some time to tease him before I drop to the southern portion of his body. Good things come to those who wait, and I’ve been waiting for a long fucking time. I want to remember every second of this and be present.
My tongue runs up the column of his neck, and I revel in the slight shiver that erupts from Joss’s body. As I dip further down, he grips my hips and thrusts his dick upward. His erection hits my belly and nearly has me stripping myself down to take him deep inside me.
My tongue swirls around one of Joss’s nipples and my eyes latch on to his fingers digging into the sheets. He’s trying to restrain himself and holding on by the thinnest of ropes. Finally, I go lower until I reach the band of his briefs.
Once I begin to pull his underwear down, his cock springs free, and my mouth waters. It’s gorgeous and in the light of day, scary as hell. It’s long and hard, soft to the touch, and my newest conquest. I will conquer this beast and have Joss begging me to let him come.
Holding Joss hot and hard in my hand, I begin stroking him slowly. Rhythmically. Up and down, up and down. Swirling my fist around the tip. Finally, I pull his mushroom head into my mouth and swirl my tongue on the underside.
“Emmy.” Joss pants and clutches my hair through his fingers.
Joss has no idea, but this is the first time I’ve ever done this. That’s where the insecurity stems from, being inexperienced. I don’t count him being in my mouth as an official blow job because it lasted for half a second the first time.
“Fuck, god. Squeeze harder.” I increase my hold on the base of his shaft, and his thighs begin to tremble. I didn’t expect to get so worked up myself but seeing Joss in a state of pure ecstasy is better than any foreplay.
“You like that, baby? Sucking me off, having my cock on your tongue?”
A tortured whimper escapes my mouth as I feel his cock jump in response.
“Fuck. Come here.” Joss says before pulling me up onto the bed. He jumps off and pulls a condom from his jeans. “I’m not coming in your mouth.” He growls.
My legs are spread wide as Joss hovers over me. They wrap around his waist urging him to do his worst. My hips start thrusting upward when he doesn’t make a move. I look up at him and almost cry when I see the emotion showing through his eyes.
“You’re not just a one-off for me.” He cups my face with his hands. “You’re important, and this means something.”
I nod my head in understanding before he begins to slide himself inside me. He’s met with little resistance since I’m drenched from how he’s making me feel. With every inch, I’m elevated higher and higher out of sheer ecstasy.
“Oh, Emmy,” Joss moans once he’s finally seated inside of me. “There’s no turning back. Undoubtedly, you are mine.” He begins working his cock in and out of me, each thrust gaining more power than the last. My heels dig into his ass as I lift myself meeting him thrust for thrust. “Mine,” Joss whispers and bites the shell of my ear.
“I’m so close.” I grab his forearms, and that has his willpower snapping.
Every forward thrust lifts me higher up the bed until my arms have to hold the headboard to keep my head from crashing into it. Finally, in a moment of divine passion, I explode around Joss as my body shakes and I indeed cry out his name.
I’m going to die; I’m going to live forever, I’m going to be turned inside out as tidal wave after tidal wave rips through my body.
“Fucking beautiful.” Joss kisses my neck and wraps his arms tightly around my shoulders. His hips start shaking, and with a few more thrusts he’s emptying himself inside me and whispering my name over and over in my ear.
Far surpassing my wildest fantasies, I realize I was wrong before. Joss doesn’t just own me body and soul. I’m his completely, consumed in this life, my next life, and any life I’ve ever lived.
***
Joss falls asleep immediately after we make love for the first time and I’m left awake staring at him. Every time a soft snore escapes his mouth, I can’t help but smile. This man just blew my mind and claimed me as his own.
I slide from the bed and walk into the bathroom. Once I’m done, I figure I should check on Quinn and see if she needs help using the bathroom or showering. I let out a little scream when I walk into my room and find Joss sitting up in bed, the blankets at his waist.
“You scared me.” I laugh. “I thought you were still sleeping.”
“I was, but I had a craving.”
“Oh yeah?” I walk over to him and let him pull me under the covers with him. As we stare at each other, I close my eyes and breathe him in. I love the way he smells.
“Are you okay, princess?” Joss asks while brushing a stray hair out of my face.
“Yeah, just taking this all in. You didn’t let me finish again, how long before I can actually finish what I started?”
“My little Emmy wants to suck me off, doesn’t she?” His fingers find my nipple, and I arch into him at the stimulation.
“You wouldn’t let me finish my fun.”
“Just thinking about you sucking my cock again could make me come.”
“Really?” I ask in elation.
“Yeah. I don’t want to know how many men you’ve honed those skills on, but I’m going to be the last. I’m a damn lucky bastard.”
“Uh, okay.”
“What?” he questions.
“I’ve never actually done that before.”
Joss freezes and remains silent
. When a few minutes go by, I look up, and there’s anger written all over his face. Dare I say rage that’s barely being contained. It takes me off guard because I don’t know what I could have possibly said to set him off. Is it so bad that I’ve never given a blow job before? I figured most guys would love to know they’ve been the only one to breach my mouth.
“Joss.” He jumps out of bed before I can ask him what’s wrong.
“Fuck. You’ve never done before? I was your first?” His eyes stare at me accusingly as I get off the bed and start sliding my clothes back on. Suddenly I feel uncomfortable and inadequate to him.
“I didn’t know it was a prerequisite to get more hands on experience. My apologies.” I seethe because he will not make me feel bad for my lack of talents. Feel less than just because I haven’t been with a lot of guys.
“Don’t you think I deserved to know?” Now his nostrils are flaring, and I decide I’ve had enough.
“No, I don’t. Thanks so much for ruining this amazing moment, you asshole.” I storm out of the bedroom and slam the door behind me. When I get into the living room, Quinn quickly pulls her phone from her lap and pretends to be enthralled in the lock screen.
“Men!” I huff and sit next to her. “Will you be okay for a bit with the asshole? I need to go for a run.”
“Yeah, then we can talk about what got your panties in a twist when you come back. It uh, it sounded like you two were getting along pretty well earlier.”
“Deal.” I slip on my sneakers, thankful I put on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.
“Love you, be back soon.” Then I’m running down the sidewalk as one of the members of my dad’s security detail tries to keep up with me.
***
Joss
Frustrating woman. How could she think it wasn’t in my best interest to know she was a fucking virgin before I slept with her? God, the pain she must have been in when I first slid inside her. She acted like she was loving it as much as I was. How is that possible when I took her virginity?
I’m having the overwhelming sensation to punch something.
I rest my ass on the bed and bury my fingers in my hair. Em stormed out a while ago, and the anger is starting to ebb away. I acted like an asshole, but sometimes you can’t help your emotions in the moment, and the thought of hurting her killed me. I need to find her and apologize. Except, when I get out in the living room Quinn tells me she’s left.
“What do you mean she left?”
“She was, um, upset when she came out here. I think she went for a run.”
“Christ.” I pull out my phone and call Luther in the lobby. He lets me know that Gary is with her and that doesn’t make me feel any better. After sitting in a chair, I take a deep breath. “I fucked up.”
“Couldn’t have been anything too bad. I’ve seen her way angrier.” She tries to reassure me.
“We just, I just…goddamn.”
“I think the whole block knows what you two just did,” Quinn jokes.
“Why didn’t she tell me she was a virgin?” All the guilt comes rushing back in until I hear Quinn burst out laughing. I shoot daggers at her because this isn’t fucking funny. “What’s so funny?” I inquire.
“You. Emmy a virgin?” She laughs some more. “Good one.”
“She is, she said it.”
“She said to you, ‘Joss, I’m a virgin?’”
“Well, not in so many words. Christ, I can’t talk to you about this.”
“Stop it, we’re both adults.”
“You’re like my little sister. I’m not talking to you about this shit, least of all sex and blow jobs.”
“Ohhh, I get it now.” Understanding fills her eyes. “Emmy’s not a virgin, but she is pretty innocent in a lot of aspects. I won’t divulge all the information because that’s for her to tell you, but I can undoubtedly tell you she’s not a virgin.”
Fuck me. This conversation is making me extremely uncomfortable, but now I feel like even more of an asshole for how I acted. Thinking back on our conversation, she was talking in reference to my comment. About learning her spectacular talents on numerous men before me.
“I really fucked up,” I state.
“Meh, she’ll forgive you. My guess is you embarrassed her. She was probably feeling insecure already, and from what I’m picking up on, you freaked out. Exactly what she’d be worried about.”
“Do you need to go to the bathroom or anything? I need to head out for a little while.” She nods her head, and I quickly help her to the bathroom and leave her to her own devices until she calls me to come get her.
I have a lot of groveling to do, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Chapter 24
Emerson
As my sneakers eat up the concrete, my embarrassment only intensifies. Never in my life did I think I’d get the chance to call Joss my own. To finally have my greatest desires realized and actually sleep with the man I’ve been pining after. Even in my worst nightmare, I’d never think Joss would belittle me like he did after we actually did the deed.
It hurts.
I’m not sure where to go from here.
Logically, I know he’s a hothead and will work out whatever it is that seemed to be the problem. Am I supposed to take the anger in stride? Is that what a relationship with Joss will be like? I hope not because the thought devastates me.
“Miss Cage,” is yelled from behind me, and I slow down to find a red-faced Gary panting. The poor man has somehow been able to keep up with me through losing the photographers and four more miles. I stop to put him out of his misery.
“What’s up?”
It takes a few minutes for him to catch his breath, but he eventually gets his wits about him. “We lost the photographers ages ago, and now it’s getting dark. I’d feel more comfortable getting you back to your apartment. Man, I thought I was in shape until tonight.” He bends over with his hands on his knees.
I chuckle. “Oh alright. Only because I think you’re a badass for keeping up with me.”
“Uh, do you think we can walk, Miss Cage?” he questions making me laugh harder.
“Yeah, walking sounds great.”
I’m trying to decide which takeout to get for the three of us when I hear Gary’s phone ring.
“Yeah? Yup.” He taps his phone on my shoulder. “It’s for you.”
“Hello?” I ask hesitantly half-expecting it to be my dad after he found out I took off.
“Where are you, princess?” Joss asks and judging from his tone he’s over his little hissy fit.
“Walking back to the apartment.”
“I’m coming to get you. Put Gary back on the phone.” I don’t answer him and pass the phone off.
They talk for a few seconds before Gary’s saying bye. “Joss will be here in ten.”
“Great,” I mutter sarcastically wishing I had my phone.
My natural instincts are to avoid. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Call someone to pick me up before Joss has a chance to get here, but I realize that’s childish. If we’re going to be in this relationship together, I need to grow the hell up. I can’t give him a reason to think our age difference will be a problem like he’s thought before.
A white sports car pulls up to the sidewalk and stops. I can spot that car from a mile away and love it. Joss’s car is gorgeous, and it’s a huge turn on to see him driving it. He exits the driver’s side and when he faces me our eyes lock. He holds my gaze and makes his way over to me. He doesn’t stop until his arms wrap around my waist. His eyes are full of remorse and instantly makes everything okay.
“I’m sorry I was an asshole.”
“I’m sorry I ran away.”
“I deserved it even though it pissed me the fuck off. There’s too much going on for you to up and decide you need to go for a run. Please don’t be reckless. Next time I’ll come with you, even if you want to smother me while I sleep. I’ll stay back and respect your quiet time to think.”
“Why did you get so ang
ry earlier? I mean, I know it was a shock to find out I’ve never given a blow job before, but I didn’t expect you to get that angry,” I finally ask what’s been on my mind.
“It was a misunderstanding. When you said, you had never done it before I thought you meant sex. All the anger was really toward myself at the thought of hurting you.”
It’s all starting to make sense. He was wrong for how he reacted, but I see why he’d react negatively if he thought I didn’t tell him I was a virgin.
“You got mad because you thought I was a virgin? I thought men liked that sort of thing? At least they do in books.”
“Believe me, I’d love to be the only man to ever fuck you. It was more the roughness of it than the virgin aspect. I thought I hurt you.” The hurt in his eyes flash at the memory.
I stand on my tiptoes and chastely kiss his lips which apparently isn’t good enough for him. Joss’s fingers dig into my ass pulling me closer as his mouth devours me.
Gary’s throat clearing pulls me back to the here and now after Joss flew me off to another dimension. We pull apart, but he keeps his arms around me.
“Can you call a cab? I’d drop you off, but I have plans with my girlfriend.” His warm lips touch the crown of my head as I melt farther into his arms.
Joss leads me to his car and opens the door. I slide in and wait for him to walk around and join me.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask hopeful that he’ll tell me.
“Nope.”
“Not even a little hint?” He grabs my hand and places them on my thigh.
“Where would the fun be in that? Sit tight, we’ll be there soon.”
The entire ride I try to guess where we’re going. At first, I think my favorite restaurant until we drive by it. Then maybe the aquarium, which we also fly by. I’m surprised when we turn onto a street, I’m not familiar with sometime later, and pull up the driveway of an adorable yellow one-story home.
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