by Lex Martin
Half of the movie is over, but all I can think about is how his other hand is now resting on my hip, his fingers toying with my T-shirt that’s drawn up over my stomach.
A hot, heady beat drums between my legs.
He smells amazing. Like the ocean scent of his body wash and the faint smell of leather. Like a man. Not the kid who taught me how to farmer snot or the teenager who didn’t always shower after he got sweaty.
By the time the movie is over, I’m slick and hot and so turned on, my eyes are crossing.
He leans over to click off the lamp, leaving the moonlight streaming through the window, and like we already know the drill, we reach for each other in the dark. Rough hands pull me over his body. My legs straddle his hips. My hands land in his hair.
His are on my rear.
Sweet, drugging kisses make me writhe on top of him where his jeans scrape my thighs and his bulge bumps up against the most sensitive part of me.
“I’m not…” I gasp for breath. “I don’t really know how to do this.”
The embarrassing confession bursts out of me, words I can’t take back. Words I wish I could.
So stupid, Joey. Why can’t you deal like an adult?
He stills beneath me, his chest rising and falling just as quickly as mine. “So it’s… been a while? Or are you saying…”
“I’m not a virgin. I mean. Yeah, no.”
The guilt of that night a few months ago slams into me again, and I freeze. Granted, my head tells me I shouldn’t feel guilty about it, but my heart has other ideas.
Twisting to the side, he tucks me beside him so that we’re facing each other, our faces inches apart, our legs twined together. With a tender touch, he threads his fingers through mine. “Jo, baby. I’m not sure what that means.”
I swallow, hating, hating that I have to explain it.
After I left for Florida this winter, I never imagined having any kind of intimate conversation with Logan, so having this one fills me with dread. Rationally, I know it shouldn’t. It’s not like we were together. We’ve never been together. And it’s not like he was saving himself for me.
The idea of that, of him, waiting for me, is so preposterous I laugh awkwardly. Logan is the king of hookups. The thought propels me to answer his question.
“I, uh, did try to have sex.” Here comes the awkward part. “Once.”
A pause.
“That guy you dated in high school? That Mason kid?”
I shake my head. “We never really dated. Not seriously. I didn’t lose my virginity in high school.”
Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I see his confused expression.
Sighing, I decide to let it out. “I had a friends-with-benefits situation in Florida, but it didn’t go well.”
A low growl has me looking up, startled to hear it coming from Logan. “He hurt you?”
“No. No. Nothing like that. Well, not on purpose.”
He scrubs his face with his palm with a pained groan. “Joey, what does that mean?”
Frustration surges through me, but I want him to know the truth. My parents’ relationship crashed and burned because of their lies, and I want to start this on the right foot. With honesty.
“It means I tried to have sex. It means it didn’t feel good. I didn’t enjoy it, so I made him stop.” How freaking horrifying. I hide my face in the pillow. “It means, I’m not a virgin. Technically. Because it went in. For, you know, like a minute or two.”
Kill me now. Throw me in a barrel of piranhas. It would be less painful than this moment.
A long, strained silence fills the dark room before he pulls me back to his chest and tugs my thigh over his hips. “I’m not sure where to start with all of that.” His hand comes up to cup my jaw gently. “I hate that your first time wasn’t with someone who meant something to you.” I can feel his heart thundering in his chest. “I hate how I wanna find that shithead and kick his ass for not making it good for you. Which is dumb as fuck because the last thing I want is to think about you being with anyone but me.” He clears his throat.
I’m too overcome to speak. To go so far as to tell him the reason I made myself sleep with Trent. That I was trying to get over him.
“Come here.” Scooping me up, he lifts me until I’m resting on top of him. My head on his warm chest. My arms nestled between us. Our legs twisted together.
With a kiss to my forehead, he smooths his hands up and down my back. For the longest time, we lie there in our own little world for two, until the heartache from this past year starts to settle. And I realize what I want.
In Florida, I thought I needed to move on and get past Logan.
But what I want is to move on with him.
My voice is hoarse when I look up and whisper the words. “Will you show me what to do? How to enjoy it?” I sniffle.
“Enjoy what, baby?”
“Sex.”
19
Logan
Although my head struggles to make sense of her words, my body’s ramped up and ready for duty, all my blood heading south toward that raging hard-on already pressed against her hip.
Bottom line: Jojo’s killing me with one heartbreaking confession after the next.
I trace her bottom lip with my thumb and think back to her words on the beach. She wasn’t wrong about last fall, about us getting closer. I didn’t really think about it too hard because keeping Joey at arm’s length always seemed like the best way to protect her from me and my own stupidity, but yeah. Maybe I started to get a glimmer of something more with her until the “female drama” ramped up to nuclear proportions and redirected my attention, reminding me I had a lot of shit on my plate.
Then Joey left.
And had sex with a friends-with-benefits. Probably with some random dude. Fuck.
I did that. Deep down, I know I pushed her away like I always did, and she ended up with someone else. I deserve every ounce of pain for making her resort to something casual. She’d never be casual to me.
The worst part is how she knows about the women I’ve been with in the past despite my best attempts to keep them away from her.
It makes me wonder what else she knows.
Realizing I haven’t answered her question, I lean up to kiss her and repeat the words I’d said to her earlier. “There’s no rush, Bitsy.”
The furrow in her brow says otherwise. “Except… I’m leaving after the wedding.”
She says the words so quietly, I almost think I’m imagining them. “So you’re serious about that?”
“Yes. I invested in my cousin’s salon. In Florida.” She tries to scoot off me, but I wrap my arms around her.
“You’re not going anywhere, so get comfortable.” I kiss her again, because I can, and struggle to find the right words to say. It’s not as though I didn’t know about the salon, but I didn’t realize it was a done deal.
My gut tells me we need to find another solution. My pride demands it. I feel like she and I have been dancing around this chemistry between us for too long for her to go traipsing back to Florida in a little over a week.
“Can we play it by ear? Figure out what we’re doing and what’s happening between us before you move across the country?” And because I’m a cocksucker, I add in something I know she can’t resist. “Just think of Mila and Cody. They’ll flip the fuck out if you move away forever.”
I’ll flip the fuck out if she leaves forever, but I’m not ready to beg. Yet. Although that’s likely in my future. But everyone knows you don’t break out your Hail Mary pass in the first quarter, so I’ll bide my time while I try to figure out how to make her dreams come true here. With me.
Her lower lip juts out, and I lean up to taste it. “Until then, yeah, I’ll show you how to have sex. And it’ll be so good, you’ll never wanna leave my bed.”
An unrestrained laugh leaves her. “Those are big words.”
“That’s not the only big thing I have for you, Bitsy.” I wink at her like an asshole and
slide her to the bed so I can tug off my jeans and rearrange my junk in my boxer briefs. I’m wishing like hell I’d tugged one out in the shower like I planned, but something about that felt wrong with Joey waiting for me in bed.
I pounce on her, making her squeal with laughter. It’s so easy to make this girl happy. She’s always been like this. Easy laughs. Gentle smiles. Genuine talks.
No wonder I never wanted to take it farther with any of my hookups. Why would I want to when I’ve had the real deal this whole time waiting for me to get my head out of my ass?
Sweet kisses turn urgent as I slide her T-shirt off her. She helps, her shy smile hidden under the material as it whips off her head. And then there’s that beautiful expanse of skin that makes me so hard, I groan.
I’m on her like a fucking animal marking his territory. Licking her pink nipple while squeezing the other perky breast.
Her hips buck against me, and I reach down, elation spreading through me when my fingers reach her wet panties. I slow my movements, my caress gentle.
“What do you like? How do you touch yourself, baby?” Screw my hard-on. The only thing that matters tonight is making my girl come like she’s never come before.
“I, uh…” Cue awkward pause. “I have a hard time without using something. I can’t go old school and just use my fingers.”
My vivid imagination goes crazy filling in the blanks of what that something could mean.
“So you use a dildo? Or a vibrator?” Her eyes dart away from me. Even in the dark with only the moonlight to witness what we do, she’s embarrassed to be talking about these things. “It’s okay.” I kiss her and stroke her again through the damp fabric between her legs. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone gets off. In fact, I’m gonna be getting off to memories of this night with my hand wrapped around my cock whenever we’re not together, so seriously, you can say anything.”
She laughs and then nods. “I use something on my clit. It’s small and it vibrates.”
Good girl. She’s starting to relax.
“Well, I don’t have anything that vibrates, but I have a pretty good idea you’ll like this.”
I don’t wait for her response as I glide down her body, kissing and licking as I go until I get to that scrap of light-colored lace over her hips. Running my nose over her dainty mound, I inhale her earthy, sweet scent, a mixture of lotion and lust that smells so good, I have to palm my erection hard so I don’t embarrass myself.
Once her panties are tossed over my shoulder, I kiss down one leg. Holy shit. She’s bare. Smooth as silk. It’s like I can hear angels singing over her pretty pussy. I lick my lips and open her with my thumbs.
She squeaks, and before I can lick her, her hand is in my face. “Oh, my God, Logan.”
There’s my bashful girl. I’m surprised she held out this long before freaking out about me going down on her.
“You’re supposed to wait until you’re coming to yell that, babe. Hang tight. I gotcha.” I push her hand out of the way and give her a stern look. “I’m gonna lick you until you’re riding my face, and we’re both gonna love every minute of it.”
She swallows, the tension rolling off her in waves, but I wait patiently. I’ve got the whole night to show her how this is done, and I’m happy to bide my time. My girl is going to fly so high she forgets what planet she’s on. After a moment, she nods slowly, and I give her a wicked grin before I resume the coveted position between her thighs.
Spreading her apart, I draw my thumb through her wetness. Over her soft outer lips that glisten. Around her entrance that’s gonna feel like heaven. Over her back door I might need to finger. Over and over I go. Up and down.
But the one thing I don’t touch is that bundle of nerves. Even though her hips start writhing.
When I finally run my tongue over her, our matching groans nearly break me. I wanna tell her how amazing she tastes, but I’m too busy shoving my face in her pussy and lapping her up. I know she’s into it because she yanks on my hair as her hips lift to my mouth.
“Yeah, baby. That’s right. Fuck my face.”
I lick her again, but this time, I ease my finger into her tight channel and am rewarded with her panting moans.
Once. Twice. Three times I thrust before I add another finger. And then I circle her clit with my tongue around and around.
And then she’s flying and pulsing on my hand, screaming so loud, I reach up to cover her mouth.
I’m laughing, and she is too, even though I can still feel her contracting on my fingers.
Rambo barks from the other side of the room, and we laugh harder.
When her limbs fall to the bed in exhaustion, I slowly pull out of her and lick my fingers clean. “That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I flop on the bed next to her and cuddle her to me. She tosses her leg over my thigh and wraps her arm around me.
I’m hard as steel, but right now, the most important thing is holding her.
After a few hard deep breaths, she leans up to kiss me. She pulls back suddenly, her nose wrinkled. “I can taste myself on you.”
“Hot as hell, right? If I let myself think about eating you out, I could probably come without even touching myself.”
“Jesus, Logan.” She hides her face in my chest, and I laugh.
“You’re so fun to tease.”
She raises her head, a glint of challenge in her eyes. “Maybe I want to tease you too.”
And then she’s straddling my hips and riding my cock through my briefs.
My eyes clench shut. “Feels. Too. Good.”
“Bet this will feel better.” She slides off me to pull down my underwear and then sits back down, her bare pussy snug up against the length of me.
I glance down and groan at the sight of my swollen cock peeking out between her bare thighs.
Her damp core glides across me, and my balls tighten.
“Oh, fuck.”
She whispers, “I saw a clip of a porn once like this and thought it was hot. Can you… can you get off like this?”
Can I get off like this? I almost laugh, but I’m too busy obsessing over Joey watching porn to answer with words.
I yank her to me and kiss her, and we’re instantly all grunts and groans as we rub our wet parts together.
“Need you to come again.” I know she can because every time my swollen head thumps against her clit, she shivers in my arms. “Come on, baby. Make yourself feel good. Ride me.”
Hesitantly, she changes her angle and sits up.
Her head tilts away, and I gently grab her chin. “Don’t be shy. I wanna look at you. You’re fucking glorious.”
And she is. Joey takes my breath away. Her tangled hair is in total disarray, hanging down over her shoulders and giving me peeks of her tight nipples. So fucking gorgeous.
As she stares into my eyes, she starts to move again. It’s intense looking at someone while you get off, but I’m entranced. She’s cast some voodoo spell on me, and I can’t turn away.
Her breasts bounce every time her hips thrust. Those slender thighs tighten as she works me over. Her bare lips hug my length like we were made to fit together.
But then the little vixen who’s been hiding in Jojo reaches down and massages my crown every time it peeks out, and I almost go over the edge. Except I can’t blow before she does.
Licking my finger, I reach behind her and swirl it over her tight little hole until she gasps.
She has to know by now that I’m a dirty bastard.
Her eyes widen and then go molten. Fuck yeah.
Her hips pick up speed when I push my finger into her, and she comes on my cock with a strained moan. Nirvana takes me over the edge with her, the sensation so intense, I almost black out.
Minutes later, I’m still unable to talk, my ability to speak overridden by how hard I came.
As we’re lying wrapped around each other panting, I make myself a promise to figure out how to keep Joey in Texas.
Because there’s no way I’m letting this girl go in a week.
20
Joey
I touch my lips as I indulge in the fantasy of what happened last night.
My evening with Logan was amazing, better than I ever thought possible. He put me at ease and helped me enjoy what we did. I never felt pressured to do anything beyond that nudge to let him go down on me. And I’m really glad I gave in because he blew my mind. As far as sexual experiences go, Logan gets two enthusiastic thumbs up.
Here’s where it gets awkward.
I’ve known him my whole life. Yet now I also know he muff-dives like a champ and has an erection the size of a Louisville slugger. And he now knows what I look like when I’m coming on his face.
Insert a full-body blush here.
But what I still haven’t figured out is how his baseball bat will fit in any part of me.
So am I freaking out that I got so intimate with Logan? Absolutely.
Am I pretending to be a mature adult who has this under control? Definitely.
Am I fooling anyone? Ask again later.
But Tori is taking my news in stride, so maybe I appear calmer than I am in reality.
“It’s not weird that I’m telling you?” I whisper, my eyes darting around to make sure no one can hear us.
Tori and I sit on the beach, enjoying the sun and sea breeze while our friends play volleyball or frolic in the water.
Of course, I beelined it to Tori as soon as I made it to the beach this morning, desperate to get her input about what’s happening between me and Logan. But talking about me and Logan hooking up might be more than Tori wants to hear considering he’ll be her brother-in-law soon.
Tori, latching onto my paranoia, somehow responds without moving her lips. “I’m sure. Not weird. Not weird at all. As long as we aren’t discussing dick size.”
I blush ten shades of red.