Pushing my hands through his hair, I forcefully keep his face locked against mine. There’s a carnal need storming through my blood, and Seth’s the only one who is feeding the hunger. His tongue massages mine, discovering every crevice in my mouth but never getting the full satisfaction we need. He’s absolutely the best kisser I’ve ever been with, and this kiss is the best kiss we’ve ever had. He’s doing this thing where his tongue dances on top of mine, then underneath, and finally he sucks it into his mouth with a small nibble. Ugh… he’s going to make it impossible to ever kiss another man and feel the same sensations.
That’s probably the whole point.
His hands glide under my shirt, and a chill runs down my back. His hard hands are rough against my soft sensitive skin, but the friction is what makes it so perfect. He’s fucking perfect. His thumb rubs the bottom hem of my bikini top.
“Seth..,” I whimper, the ache between my thighs rivaling the storm outside. My hands rest against his strong jaw, and I keep them there so he knows he has my complete attention.
“Mmm… Pretty girl, the way you say my name when you want me is the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard,” he says ruggedly, bringing his other hand to rest in the space between my legs. I moan loudly and lean my head back. He takes advantage of my exposed neck, the heat of his mouth exhilarating against my cold, rain- soaked body. I whimper and writhe in his arms as he licks continuously. He uses his mouth to find my beating pulse and pulls the skin in between his teeth, sucking on it eagerly.
“Ohhh… Seth,” I moan, not even caring to control my reaction. His moan against my skin turns me on even more. I feel like this moment is unrestrained, unlike previous times we’ve been together. I feel completely myself, and I feel Seth letting go of his apprehensions.
But of course, as soon as my hand moves to the erection in his pants causing a very sexy, deep moan from Seth, our moment is broken.
Why wouldn’t my fickle horse come back in from the storm at that moment? Why wouldn’t we be interrupted as soon as the chemistry and air circulating the room turned into one of lustful intentions? Because this is real fucking life, that’s why. The universe likes to mess with me, I’ve determined.
Kitten’s clomping and neighing makes the two of us groan. Our moment is over.
“Just so you know, I don’t want to let go of you for one fucking second…,” Seth says into my neck. He licks it one last time, tasting me with a look that make my insides clench beautifully. “But I need to get her back in her stall before she runs again.”
“Geesh, attached much?” I say playfully, immediately feeling empty when he lets go of me. He starts walking over to Kitten, turns around, and smirks at me.
“You have no idea, Pussy Cat,” he replies with a wink.
Maybe I do… because I’m feeling a little attached myself.
Chapter 10
Seth
I laid her down on the mattress, careful not to make it too rough. I crawled over the top of her sexy little body until my face was level with hers. She was breathing fast, and I could tell she was nervous, but her dark blue eyes reflected how much she trusted me and how much she wanted me.
I didn’t deserve her trust. I would never deserve her trust, but she gave it to me then. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, lost in the agonizingly beautiful depths of her eyes. I moved my lips back to hers, and proceeded to kiss her in a way that made me question every other kiss before her. How could kissing feel so incredible? Her lips were delicious and perfect in every way.
Her chest pushed up against mine as I discovered every part of her mouth, and I could feel her hard nipples through her shirt. Fuck if I ever thought I’d be so turned on with clothes still on my body.
“Please,” she moaned, lifting her hips up until her heat touched my thigh. “Seth…”
Fuck, there it was again- my name on her lips. The whisper spoke loudly and provocatively to every cell inside of me. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but it sure as fuck was throbbing like crazy after hearing that sweet sound. I sat up for a moment and lifted my shirt over my head. The heated look in her eyes as she devoured my chest with her eyes is one I will never forget. Her small hand reached out and traced the pirate themed tattoo on my ribs, gliding them until they touched one of my nipple piercings. Her soft fingers against the hard and cool metal sent a goddamn shock through me. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“I like these,” she whispered with a small sensual grin, still playing with the piercing. I groaned, completely turned on and eager for more from her.
“I show you mine, you show me yours,” I said, smirking back at her. Her smile could light the fucking room, bright with the camaraderie that we shared enmeshing with the passion raging inside of her.
She skillfully slid her top off of her, leaving on the black lace bra. Damn that bra looked delicious on her. I ran my hand up her stomach, greedy to feel her bare skin.
“Fuck, Josie… you’re killing me,” I whispered before bringing my head to the divot between her breasts. My hand reached up and pulled down the lace material that covered her breast, and I immediately directed my mouth to her hard nipple. Her soft skin was luscious, and when I sucked that nipple into my mouth, feeling her squirm beneath me and tasting the hardened skin, I knew I had never tasted anything as delicate or succulent as her. I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy.
She continued to moan and writhe while I licked every inch of her breasts and stomach, caving into the throes of ecstasy I was offering. I finally and reluctantly pulled myself away from her skin, with a new lust-driven motivation to get the rest of our clothes off. My dick hurt from being so hard in my damned jeans. I watched her face as I slid them off, taking in every emotion that she portrayed. There was a look of hunger, need, craving, eagerness, and surprise. I let myself be naked in front of her for a minute longer before I couldn’t take her being clothed anymore.
“Can I take these off?” I asked, leaning next to her and reaching the top button of her jeans. Her breathing was rough and needy, a sound that was like fucking music to my ears.
“Yes, please,” she squeaked, before creasing her eyebrows and coughing. I loved her awkwardness. She didn’t have to act sexy in order to be sexy.
“It’s okay, Pussy Cat,” I assured her, reaching into her jeans and gliding my finger against the length of her. Holy fuck, I thought as I felt her wet pussy. I made her that wet from just kissing her, and I had never felt more accomplished than I had in that moment. Placing both of my hands on her jeans and panties, I slowly slid them down her legs. I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes away from the perfection of the girl I thought was just my best friend for so long.
I was fucking doomed.
My body was in between her legs, and my mouth was salivating for a taste. Just one taste. I didn’t ask, I just slipped out my tongue and bent my head until I reached her heated pussy. I licked the length of her, putting pressure on her clit when I got to the top.
“Oh!” she gasped, lifting herself onto her elbows to look at me. She was so excruciatingly sexy. I almost forgot she had never had anyone be with her like that. I smirked and brought my fingers to her center, while my other hand held her thighs in place. My fingers entered her, and I loved how wet and hot she was for me. I stroked her insides while my tongue stroked her clit, applying altering amounts of pressure to her. She flopped back onto the mattress and squirmed while I worked her up.
Yep. She tasted delicious. I was so fucked.
I could feel her shaking, feel her toes curling against my back, and watched her clench the sheets on the mattress, and I knew that she was close to her orgasm. I wanted that come all over my mouth. I wanted to lick every fucking drop out of her, and my eagerness for her to come reflected in how I sucked and licked her clit. I wouldn’t stop or slow down until she was a sweaty puddle of pure satisfaction under me. Her cries grew louder and louder, making my dick about to burst from listening to her. Finally, I felt her break out in goose bump
s, push herself off the bed, and grip the hair on my head as she let go and came against my mouth. Never had I seen something so amazing in my life.
Shit, I was hopeless for her.
I continued to lick her and loved the way she wriggled whenever I touched her now sensitive clit. I placed kisses along her thigh and then sat up. I grabbed my shirt, wiped my mouth, and then grabbed my jeans and found the condom I always kept in my wallet. I aligned myself perfectly with her body, my dick pressing against her hot and wet mound.
“You sure you want to do this?” I asked. “We can stop here. We can do this another night.” I needed to make sure she was okay. I needed to make sure that she wouldn’t be hurt when it was all over. Her blue eyes looked at me with an amalgam of strength, determination, naivety, and longing.
“I’m positive, Seth. Show me how it’s supposed to feel,” she said in a soft voice that nearly broke my heart. I nodded my head, and rubbed myself against her. She was still soaked, and I closed my eyes to help keep my composure together. I guided the head of my cock to her entrance and lifted my hand to her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful, Josie. Thank you for giving this to me,” I said, sincerely. She leaned into my touch, and closed her eyes as she nodded her head. It was a big deal. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her passionately on her mouth. “Please look at me,” I whispered, needing to see her every reaction to me. She opened her eyes, dark blue at that moment and filled with sensuality.
I gradually slid inside of her, feeling her perfect pussy open up to me as I went further in. She felt unbelievable wrapped around my rock hard cock. I know I moaned as I slid all the way in, but it felt too good to care if I sounded like a dumbass.
Her insides clenched around my dick, intensifying the incredible feeling, and her eyes widened and she gasped when I started rocking into her. I was gentle, but there was no denying the need and hunger I had for her. My thrusts were needy and unconstrained, needing to fill the void that she seemed to be the only one who could fill. Every single motion was a way to show her that someone cared, and that someone could make her feel amazing. She was fucking perfect underneath me- hair spread across the bed, face glistening with sweat, mouth open, alternating between gasping and moaning, and her eyes looking at me with complete satisfaction and trust.
That look took me to the place I needed to be. I reached down in between our bodies, and started rubbing her clit, so she could experience the same amazing feeling I was about to feel. I rubbed her as my hips grinded against her, until she broke out in chills and started to shiver. She was close too. As soon as I felt her fingers claw at my back, I knew she was coming. I let myself go and I came with three quick thrusts.
She was gasping for air, but there was a smile playing on her lips. When she opened her eyes to look at me, I could see how happy I just made her. That look- of complete satisfaction and pleasure- altered something within me. I smiled back at her, completely shocked by what was happening to me.
Fuck, Josie motherfucking ruined me.
* * *
“Ahhh…,” I groan.
The heated pressure of the shower against my chest and the memory of the first time Josie and I had sex, bring me to the brink of my orgasm as I stroke my cock. My hand rubs it faster while I think about that satisfied look Josie had after we both came. I groan again and place my hand against the wall in the shower as I come. The spray of water washes the come down the drain quickly, and I lean my forehead against the shower wall so I can calm my heart rate.
Fuck.
That girl is going to kill me. My dick is still throbbing, and I know I’ll never be as satisfied as I would be if I had been able to actually feel Josie’s sexy pussy.
No… I don’t use cold showers to wash away the fact that the hottest girl on earth turns me on like no one else. Why the fuck would I want to erase the way she makes me feel? I fucking embrace it.
After I took care of Kitten last night, I thought it might be a good idea to take Josie home. I promised her we could go slowly, and that included having sex- no matter how badly I want her. A chaste kiss goodbye turned into something hot and sexy while we were in my truck. I couldn’t control my hand if I had wanted to. And I didn’t. I slipped them into the shorts I gave her to change into, and fingered her tight pussy until my windows were fogged with her heavy breathing and she screamed with her release.
Her eyes smoldered as she watched me lick my fingers after she came back down from her high. It was enough for me to get her off, so I walked her back to her apartment and gave her one last lingering kiss goodbye. I turned around before she closed the door and told her, “Move in with me, Pussy Cat.” She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips before she closed and locked the door.
I woke up this morning happy with how things went last night, but with a craving so severe I had to get in the shower to take care of it. Josie does things to me that I’ve never felt before. She turns me on more than any girl ever has and sends a fire coursing within me with a simple touch. But more than that, she makes me… feel. She makes me feel like I’m worth something, and that there’s something in this world worth fighting for.
But Josie’s always been like that. She always was able to bring me a source of happiness, whenever I would cave to the darkness. It just never occurred to me that she was the only one who could do that, and she was the only one I was supposed to be with.
For so long I’ve struggled with what the doctors call depression. It’s a bullshit excuse to say that there is something wrong with me- a chemical imbalance in my brain. It’s just this cloud of gloom that sucks me in sometimes. I get pissed when people piss me off. What’s unusual about that? There wouldn’t be anything unusual about it, but in the depths of my mind I know that it’s different because I don’t just get pissed. I agonize over it and I drown in the guilt and obscurity.
When I was away, I sought solace through different women trying to find the one that could help me the way Josie did. Every time I thought about Josie, it got worse. When it got worse, I fucked a girl. When I fucked a girl I wished it was Josie. So the despondency never dissipated, it just grew.
It’s hard for me to explain how I feel when I go through those moments. My chest hurts, and I feel suffocated- from life and breathing. My problems got worse after I found Josie raped and beaten on the asphalt. I tried to stay strong for her, calling her every chance I could, talking to her when she wouldn’t communicate in return, and holding her hand at night in an attempt to comfort her, but the guilt weighed on me like nothing else ever could. For years, Josie had been able to pull me out of any depression, and when she needed me, I couldn’t pull her out of it.
And I think it’s because I caused it. I should have been there for her and protected her from being raped, but I didn’t. I was useless in saving her, and I was worthless when I tried to help her out of her depression.
I make a fist and bang it against the wall. I’ll never be able to get over it. I’ll never be able to forgive myself. But I can try to show her that I love her ever chance and opportunity that I can. I can try.
My phone rings not five minutes after I get out of the shower.
“What’s up?” I answer the phone, pulling my dark jeans up my legs.
“Are you driving me to the party?” Josie asks without an introduction. I smile at her sweet voice, thankful once again that I’m back and talking to her again.
“Of course… what time do you need me to be there?” I hear her release a breath. She must be more nervous about this party than I thought.
“Um…. The party starts at 6 and it’ll take like thirty minutes to get there so… 5… ish… eh, I don’t know, what do you think? I don’t want to get there early… but Brooke is my other best friend, so I don’t want to be late… What do you think?”
I laugh at her rambling, and lay back on my bed. I missed her so much.
“I’ll be there at 5:30 and we can leave whenever you feel comfortable,” I say. I
want to reassure her that she’s not alone anymore, so I try the best way I can think of, “I’ll be there, Josie. I won’t let him hurt you…”
“I know, Seth… It’s just…,” I hear her sigh as she tries to find the right words. “I’m not nervous about seeing him, it’s just that I’m so fucking pissed at him. I’m afraid I’ll hit him,” she finally admits.
I crack up laughing when I hear her confession. She joins in eventually, and laughs too, the most adorable sound I’ve ever hear.
“Oh, Pussy Cat… I would be disappointed if you didn’t hit him.” She’s so fucking cute… how was I able to stay away for so long?
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… I just don’t want to upset Brooke.” I understand that, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy watching her deck him for being a dick.
We talk for a couple more minutes before we hang up to get ready. I slept in, so I only have a couple of hours before I have to head over to Josie’s. She told me that my jeans weren’t nice enough for an engagement party, so I have to rake through my closet to find some dress pants. Eventually I find them but they’re wrinkled. I sigh and debate whether or not I should put them on anyway. My desire to please Josie overrides my laziness, so I run to the main house.
My mom is sitting in her recliner, reading on her Kindle- probably smut, but I try not to think about it. She looks up at me when I walk in and raises an eyebrow. I hold out my pants and raise both of my eyebrows in a pleading look.
“How in the world do you think you’ll be able to win that girl over, if you don’t even iron your own damn clothes?” she asks, rolling her eyes and getting out of her chair.
“Awww, Mom! Come on…. She’ll love me because she’ll think I ironed them all by myself,” I answer, wrapping my arm around her.
“Nope… come here. You’re doing it yourself. I’ll show you how…. No son of mine will go into a marriage without knowing how to help their wife with the chores.”
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