Even with all the fabric in the way, she feels good.
Soft.
Eager.
Pliable.
Her nails dig into my skin.
She nips at my lip.
Then she's rocking her hips, pressing her cunt against my hand.
I want this fabric out of the way.
I rub her harder.
Faster.
I push her closer and closer to the edge.
Fuck, the way her groans vibrate down my neck…
She pulls back to pant.
Her eyes meet mine.
Her eyes scream please.
I watch pleasure spread over her expression as I rub her. It's fucking beautiful, the way her cheeks flush, the way her eyelids flutter together, the way her thighs clench around my hands.
Right now, I'm the only thing in her universe.
Right now, she wants to come more than she wants anything else.
More than she's ever wanted anything else.
She's almost there.
I rub her a little harder.
I take her a little closer.
"Joel." She tugs at my t-shirt. "Please."
My cock begs me to keep going, to get her naked on the dirty path, writhing under me.
But my cock is going to have to wait.
I kiss her hard and deep. One more brush of my hands, one more push towards the edge, then I pull my hand to my side.
I step back.
Bella bites her lip. She digs her nails into her outer thigh.
Her face is flushed. She's panting.
She stares at me, that make me come plea in her eyes.
I stare back.
"You're really going to wait until we get home?"
I nod.
"Then we need to go home right away."
12
Joel
The second we get home, I pull Bella into the bathroom.
She's still flushed and wanting, but she's nervous too.
No. Those nerves need to be gone. I need to bring out her dirty side.
"Take off your tank top," I demand.
She pulls it over her head.
"The sports bra too."
She blushes as she unhooks her sports bra and slides it off her shoulders.
Her tits are perfect. I want them in my hands and my mouth, but I haven't tortured her nearly thoroughly enough yet.
"The glasses," I demand.
She leaves them on the sink.
"Now, the leggings."
She slides them to her ankles and kicks them off. She's standing there in only a pair of black panties.
She looks up at me, need filling her brown eyes.
Her eyelids flutter together as I drag my fingertips over her back, her shoulders, her neck. Gently, I pull the elastic band from her hair.
Her chestnut locks fall onto her shoulders.
I lean down to press my lips to hers. I've never been into kissing, but I fucking love the feeling of her mouth on mine.
She tastes good.
Like she's mine.
I really fucking want her to be mine.
She groans as I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my skin.
She rocks her hips against mine. "Now, Joel. You need to… You need to make me come now."
I pull her close and I plant kisses along her neck. With each, her groan gets louder, needier.
"Take off your panties." I nip at her earlobe.
She looks at me with all the trust in the world.
I'm used to getting off on bossing women around, but it's different with her.
Knowing she trusts me to deliver on my teasing—
Knowing she trusts me, period—
Her hands go to her hips. Slowly, she slides her panties to her knees.
I press my palm into her hip bone to hold her body against mine. I drag my other hand up her torso and over her breasts.
Bella groans as I play with her nipple. She arches her hips to grind her ass against my cock.
Fuck that feels good. My body threatens to take over. I want to pin Bella to the wall and fuck her hard and fast.
But I want to get her panting with desire more.
I play with her nipple until I can't take the friction of her flesh against my cock. There's no fucking way I'm coming before she does.
"Turn on the water," I demand.
She bends over to reach for the faucet.
"Do that again, and I'm going to fuck that gorgeous ass."
Her breath catches in her throat. "You promise?"
"Fuck yes." The confidence in her voice is pushing me too close to the edge. "Get in the shower."
She does. The water streams over her forehead and down her cheeks. She makes a show of turning around and tilting her head back enough to rinse her hair.
I take in the sight of her for a long moment, then I step into the shower with her.
The tub is small. It's tricky to maneuver. I let her rinse off then I squirt shampoo into my hands and run it through her hair.
Her hands go to my sides, but they don't stay there. She explores every inch of my torso. The soft, slick touch sets me on fire.
Fuck, I need those hands on my cock.
After she comes.
I torture her by soaping every inch of her body except her lush tits.
She groans with a mix of agony and ecstasy. Her eyes meet mine. They scream you're cruel, you evil tease.
I lean in to whisper. "If you want something, ask for it."
"Touch me," she groans.
"Where, angel?"
She lets out another groan, a you know where, you insufferable tease groan.
She brings my hand to her chest.
My cock quivers. I fucking like her direct.
She keeps her eyes fixed on mine as I tease her nipple again and again. Finally, her lids press together.
Her lips go to my shoulder, my neck, my ear. "Touch me." She takes my hand and place it between her legs.
I pin her to the shower wall—I need to be sure she won't slip if her knees buckle. Water pounds against my side and back as I bring my body closer to hers.
Her thighs are slick against my fingers.
Fuck, those lush thighs feel good.
I slow as I get closer.
She shudders.
Closer.
She groans.
Closer.
"Joel," she whines.
I brush my fingers over her clit as softly as I can.
Again.
Again.
She groans. "You're a tease."
"I know." I drag my lips over her neck as I stroke her. I keep my touch light.
"Joel…" She arches her back, pressing her cunt against my hands. "Please."
I suck on her skin. I stroke her harder. Harder.
She rocks her hips again and again. "Fuck." She slides her arm around my neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Joel… Please… Make me come."
My cock quivers.
I've tortured her enough.
I stroke her harder. Harder.
Her nails sink into my skin.
There. That's it.
I watch pleasure spread over Bella's face as I rub her. It's fucking beautiful, the mix of agony and ecstasy in her expression, the way her nipples tighten and her cheeks flush as her eyes fill with need.
Then her eyes are closed again.
And a groan is falling off her lips.
She's almost there.
I stroke her a little harder, a little faster.
Then she's there.
"Joel." She groans my name again and again as she comes.
Damn, my name sounds good on her lips.
She looks so fucking beautiful wrecked with pleasure.
Her face flushes. Her shoulders shake. Her knees knock together.
Then her entire body is shaking and her moans are vibrating over my skin.
She blinks her eyes open. Her expression is fuzzy for a minute, then it's sharp. Co
nfident.
Her eyes bore into mine. Her voice is shaky, but she gets through her words. "I want you to… ahem, again."
"To?"
Her eyes go to her chest. "Are you going to make me say it?"
"Yes."
Her cheeks flush. "I want you to… to come on my chest again." She places her hands on my hips. "Help me out here."
Fuck yes. I help her lower herself onto her knees, onto the non-skid mat on the tub.
This is exactly why I have a non-skid mat.
Fuck, it's not often I pat my past self on the back for smart decisions, but this non-skid mat—
Great fucking decision.
Practical matters flee my brain as Bella wraps her hand around my cock.
She looks up at me. Her brown eyes fill with desire. "Play with my nipples."
Fuck yes. I keep one hand on the back of her head. I cup her breast with the other.
She rubs my tip with her thumb.
She does it harder. Harder.
She tightens her grip and strokes me.
I run my fingers over her nipples. I try to do it softly, to tease her, but then she brushes her lips against my cock—
Fuck.
She takes her time licking every inch of me. It's torture, the sweetest fucking torture. By the time she brings her tongue back to my tip, I'm shaking.
Pleasure floods my body as she takes me into her soft, wet mouth.
Slowly, she takes me deep.
She does it again.
Again.
Fuck.
I need more. Faster. I press my hand against the back of her head.
I push her deeper.
Faster.
She looks up at me, this mix of lust and power in her eyes.
Damn, her soft, wet mouth. I'm already close.
"Harder," I groan.
She goes harder.
I rub her harder.
She moans against my cock.
Her eyes fix on mine. This dirty, needy, demanding look spreads over her expression.
She's proving something. Not sure what it is at the moment, but I fucking like the way she's proving it.
Bella plants one palm on my ass. She uses it to take me deeper.
I keep my hand on her head, guiding her as gently as I can manage.
My hips rock of their own accord.
She doesn't gag.
She groans with pleasure.
She looks up at me as if to say more.
Fuck yes.
My last bit of control slips away. My body takes over. My need to come takes over.
I thrust into her mouth as she sucks on me. The friction of her mouth is fucking heaven.
I squeeze her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She groans again.
Louder.
Deeper.
Harder.
I tug at her hair to pull out of her soft mouth.
"Fuck, angel." I groan.
My cock pulses as I come all over her gorgeous tits.
Pleasure spreads over my pelvis, my torso, my legs, my arms. I can feel my orgasm in my fingertips.
Every part of me feels good.
Her expression is full of pride.
Her tits are still dripping, dirty.
I've marked her.
She's mine.
Right now, she's mine.
13
Bella
Even though I'm fresh from the shower, I feel dirty. I feel incredibly, deliciously dirty.
I can't believe how much the thought makes me hot all over.
How much I want to do it again.
I really, really can't believe how much I love feeling dirty.
He's already dressed, already back in the main room, and I'm sitting here, on his bed.
I can't move. I can't think. I can't begin to contemplate what I'm going to wear or what we're going to do for the rest of the night.
My stomach growls. Okay, that's something I need to do. I'm starving.
I let my towel fall to my feet as I push myself off the bed. The bedroom door is open. And Joel is on the couch.
I move into his field of vision. It's not like me to tease. With Stan, I was shy. Inhibited. I only had sex with the lights off. I never, ever wore lingerie. I certainly never made a point of showing off my naked body.
"I like your outfit, angel." His voice is playful. His green eyes light up as he gives me a long once-over. His tongue slides over his lips.
He wants me. It's written all over his face. Joel Young wants me.
The heat of his gaze makes me blush, but that doesn't stop me from swaying my hips. I lean against the frame, copping a pin-up model pose.
"You keep that up and I'm going to throw you on the bed and fuck you," Joel growls.
I smile coyly.
He pushes himself off the couch and moves towards me. Joel drags his lips over my neck then his mouth is hovering over my ear. "I have something for you to wear."
I muster up all the confidence I can find. "What if I want you throwing me on the bed and fucking me?"
"Then stay naked." He sucks on my earlobe for a moment then he pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. He cocks a brow as if to say it's up to you.
"We haven't eaten lunch. Or dinner." On cue, my stomach growls. "I'm starving."
Joel's lips curl into a smile. He moves to the dresser and opens the top drawer. "How about Joel, you really worked up my appetite."
"How about Bella, angel, you really worked up my appetite?"
"You like me calling you angel?"
I nod. I like it a lot.
His smile widens. "You like the reminder you're a good girl."
I admit nothing.
He tosses me a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "You like feeling like a naughty girl."
It's not a question. There's no need to answer. Even so, the flush in my cheeks spreads to my chest as I pull on Joel's boxers and t-shirt. They fit surprisingly well, given his fit physique and my curvy figure.
He smiles. "I finally get why women are always trying to steal my shit."
"Why?"
"Seeing you in my clothes." He bites his lip as he slides his arms around my waist. "It's fucking hot."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He leans in to plant a soft, slow kiss on my lips.
God, he's a good kisser. I feel warm.
Complete.
I really, really like him.
I force myself to pull back. I don't want to think about how much I like Joel. It's confusing. And I'm starving. "Did I really work up your appetite?"
"Yeah." He presses his palm against my lower back and leads me to the kitchen.
I hop onto the counter to take a seat. Joel starts digging through the fridge. He pulls out red peppers, frozen broccoli, frozen shrimp.
"What are you making?" Whatever it is, it looks good.
"Nothing." He grabs a box of pasta from the pantry. Then sun dried tomatoes. Dried garlic, basil, and parsley. His eyes meet mine. "I'm teaching you to make something."
"What if I don't want your help?"
"Then the lesson is going to take a really fucking long time." His stare is a challenge. We both know you want to learn from me.
I hop off the counter. "You're teaching me to make some sort of pasta dish."
"I improvise." He nods to the food on the counter. "You have to know what flavor profiles go together. Shrimp is good with red peppers, garlic, basil, red sauce."
"And it's still the only food we have."
He laughs. "Technicalities."
I nod. That all sounds delicious. But it's beyond my understanding of cooking. I can follow recipes to a T, but I don't have a clue how to improvise beyond combining a meat, a starch, and a vegetable with a bottle of sauce.
"You like shrimp?"
"I love shrimp."
"Name three shrimp dishes you like."
"Shrimp scampi, shrimp arrabiata, shrimp fried rice."
"They're all based around pasta or rice. Wh
at else do they have in common?"
"Garlic." I rack my brain for other similarities. Shrimp scampi doesn't seem like it has anything in common with shrimp fried rice, but both dishes are cooked with a lot of butter or oil. Both have lemon. Both are a mix of shrimp, veggies, and starch.
I relay all my findings to Joel.
He nods. "Let's put a pasta dish together. What do you want to put in it, besides shrimp?"
"How do you put a dish together?"
"I do whatever feels right. I don't really think about shit in that kind of analytical way." He moves behind me and slides his arms around my waist. "We've got a lot of options here. What else do you want in your dish?"
I grab the box of pasta. "Obviously."
He laughs. "Obviously."
"Red peppers." They're a key ingredient in arrabiata and in shrimp fried rice. And they're amazing. "Garlic, of course. Basil. Frozen broccoli. And—" My brow scrunches. "Hmm, one more vegetable. What do you think?"
"It's your creation, angel."
I recall my last delicious pasta dish. We were at one of Dad's favorite restaurants in Little Italy. The conversation was awkward, stilted. Anne was talking about all the shopping she had to do before some party she was throwing for her husband's work. Dad was shooting her this why has my daughter been reduced to spending her time shopping look of disappointment. All I could think about was my impending finals.
The overall experience was awful. But the food was great.
"Artichoke hearts," I say.
He finds a can of them in the pantry. "You want me to lead?"
"Yes, please."
Joel smiles as he takes control. He puts a pan on the burner then walks me through sautéing the shrimp and frozen broccoli. He demonstrates the best way to slice a bell pepper.
He never gets condescending. I don't know how to explain it. When my dad instructs me, I always end up feeling like a child. But with Joel it's like we're equals. Like he sees my potential.
We're only cutting vegetables and boiling pasta, but I really feel like we're a team.
And I really like it.
After we put the dish on simmer—apparently, we need to give the flavors time to bleed together—I slide onto the counter.
Joel leans against the opposite counter. His eyes fix on mine. "You still want something from our wedding night?"
It's weird to think of it as our wedding night, but that's an accurate label. I nod. "Please."
"You remember when we went to the Bellagio fountains?"
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