by Melanie Ting
I pulled out. She opened her eyes. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “I was so close.”
“Bullshit.” I yanked her legs apart and held her knees up. I went down on her again, this time gently teasing that tiny clit until it began to swell and blossom under my tongue. Josie began to twist and squirm, but I kept her pinned to the bed and went at her determinedly. I kissed, sucked, and tapped that little button over and over. I ignored her moans and protests, instead watching her body’s reactions. Her little nipples began to harden up again and then her whole body tensed and she pushed her pussy right up into my mouth. I worked her even harder, taking her whole clit in my mouth and trying to suck it right off her. I pushed a finger into her and felt her clamping down on it and then flexing and spasming. I could feel an extra flow of moisture inside her too. She was really coming now.
Josie moaned incoherently, her whole body flopping around as she recovered. I rubbed my hands all over her body, feeling the flexing of her stomach muscles and then pinching those tell-tale nipples. She opened her eyes, and they were unfocused.
I cradled her in my arms. I thought everything about her was straightforward, but she was complicated in ways I couldn’t understand. To find out that she was vulnerable when it came to sex only made me want her more.
“Oh my God, Eric,” she whispered.
“Don’t lie to me when we have sex,” I told her.
“Okay.” Her voice was gentler than I’d ever heard it.
9
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger
My cock had softened a little in the time it took me to make Josie come, so I stripped off the old condom and tossed it in the trash. I kissed Josie and began feeling her up. Her tits, her firm thighs, and best of all—that luscious ass. She was into it too, running her hands all over my chest and squeezing my ass too.
“Your body is so hard—like you’re made of titanium.” She laughed. My cock got titanium-hard again, and I pushed it against her flat tummy.
I kissed her again. “You want to fuck now? Or should we try some other fun stuff?” I nudged her clit with my finger.
Her eyes widened. “Uh, no. I think I’m good for now.”
But I was determined to make her come again—this time on my cock. I pulled on another condom. I moved her around to a hands-and-knees position and knelt behind her. Josie’s ass was sticking up in the air, and I kissed each cheek. She turned her head and watched me, wordless.
I opened her up and slid my cock into her pussy once more. She felt even better this time, since she was slicker and softened up. I plunged deep into her, enjoying every sensation from this angle including her spectacular ass pushing up against my abs. Once I got a rhythm going, I reached down and grabbed her hanging tits. They felt good bouncing back and forth in my hands as I thrust my cock in and out.
Josie began to grunt rhythmically whenever I went deepest into her. She was working hard to meet my every motion, pushing her hips and thighs up. In the dim light of my bedroom, I could see the beads of sweat forming on her smooth skin. I bent down and licked the sweat off her neck. She turned her head and looked back at me, and her face was contorted with desire. Her nipples were hard against my palms and I moved my fingers down until I was pinching them. I squeezed them up against her chest, relishing the feel of her soft flesh. Josie put her head back and moaned.
“Do you like that, baby?” I whispered into her ear, and she only grunted. “Do you like it a little rough?”
It seemed like she did. Sex between us seemed almost like a battle, with our bodies slamming hard into each other. But she turned to me, her dark liquid eyes met mine, and she shook her head.
I let go of her nipples instantly. I held her hips instead and didn’t miss one in-and-out stroke. Then I ran one hand down towards her pussy. In the smooth folds, I found that tiny clit again and used her juiciness to coat my finger before I began a gentle friction.
Josie began to pant. The noises coming out of her were completely authentic this time. She made these low animal sounds that were a total turn-on. It was like she was finally letting herself relax into everything between us. My cock was enjoying every stroke, but my head was more into making her let down her guard. She couldn’t enjoy sex without giving up the tight control she held over every part of herself.
The slick noise of my finger rubbing her clit got increased, along with her moans. My cock felt her spasms as the walls of her pussy tightened around me, and I fucked her faster.
“Unnnh, ohhhh,” Josie’s incoherent moans were almost as hot as knowing I was making her come again.
She collapsed a little, resting her head and arms on the pillow, but keeping her ass high. I pulled out, and she lay down completely. Since I had come once, I could hold out longer. I turned her over onto her back and she looked up with blank eyes.
“God. More?” she asked, as I raised one of her legs high. I liked seeing her pussy spread like that, reddened from all the sex, but still shiny with need. I eased my cock back inside, and she whimpered softly.
“This time, I want to watch your face as you come. As I make you come.”
“Ohhh,” she exhaled, and her eyelids fluttered.
I bent my head down and sucked on her nipple pulling it up into hardness. The sucking seemed to set off a vibration going straight to her pussy, which twitched and trembled and felt incredible. I sat up and maneuvered my hips until my pelvic bone was contacting her clit with every thrust. Josie’s face tensed, and she moaned aloud again.
“Let go,” I urged her. “Be in the moment.”
The lines in her forehead smoothed out, and she visibly relaxed. I pulled both her legs into the air and spread them, then gently rocked my pelvis against hers. The slight, steady motion felt so good for me—in, out, in, out—our bodies joined and united. And it felt good for Josie too. Instead of fighting every sensation, her body was accepting and enjoying every movement. She made her sexy little grunts, and I answered her with noises of my own. It felt so good that I knew I was going to come soon.
But I held back. I watched her, and when she lifted her chin and her lips parted, I knew she was close. She began pushing her body into mine, tiny movements but every one of them electrifying our nerve endings.
“Oh, yes. Yes.” She inhaled one huge breath and a flush came over her face. I bent down and kissed her. Her mouth was as soft and yielding as she felt inside. I lifted my head and thrust into her one last time and then came in a huge explosion. Then I collapsed on top of her.
When I opened my eyes, Josie was staring at me. I kissed her nose.
“You look cute when you come,” I told her.
“You look scary,” she replied. “I thought you were going to explode. There’s this vein.” She put her hand up and circled my temple.
“Ungrateful,” I told her. I rolled off her and cradled her in my arms.
“As promised, that was incredible.” She chuckled. “No lie.”
I wanted to ask her why she had faked it before. But why spoil the moment? I kissed her instead. It felt so good to finally have her here beside me. I nuzzled her neck, and she squirmed. I wasn’t letting go though. We lay there in silence for a long, sweet moment.
I got up and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I came back, she had picked up her clothes. She yanked her jeans on, bare-assed, and then stuffed her thong into her pocket. Then she pulled her t-shirt on.
“Why are you getting dressed? Why don’t you stay over?”
She did up her belt. “I like to sleep in my own bed.”
“But I want you to stay over.” I sat down on the bed. Then I hooked one of her belt loops and pulled her over. “We can fool around in the morning too.”
Not to brag, but it seemed pretty clear that I was giving her something that other guys hadn’t. The least she could do was to stay the night. I wanted to sleep with her and feel her next to me all night.
She bent down and kissed me, then patted me on the head. “Don’t worry, after s
ex like that, I’ll be back. Same time tonight?”
That was more like it. “Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s the idea, Ricky.”
She walked out without saying goodbye. If not for the completely drained feeling in my body, she could have been a dream. I collapsed back on the pillows and shut my eyes.
“What’s different today?” Tony asked after our morning ice session.
“Nothing,” I told him. Well, there was one thing, but it had nothing to do with hockey. I was trying really hard not to think about Josie and to focus. But everything that happened last night, and the fact that I was going to see her again tonight—I felt great.
He shook his head. “You’re playing really well today. There’s a smoothness and a confidence about you. You’re in the zone. Why?”
“It’s a girl,” I muttered. Was I turning red?
Tony raised his eyebrows. “Really? That’s interesting. I never considered that side of the equation.”
I was hoping we were going to drop the discussion there, but he motioned me into his office.
“So, you’re in a new relationship? You haven’t been here that long.”
I looked at the floor. I was happy to call it a relationship, but I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t. “Well, I don’t know exactly what I’m in....”
Tony continued, as casually as if he were talking about the weather. “Have you not been having sex recently?”
“Jesus, Tony. Do I really have to talk about this stuff?”
“Well, normally no. Usually the only sex talk I’d have with a player would be if he were partying too hard and sucking on the ice. But since this seems to be impacting your performance positively, I’m interested in why.”
He waited, but I really didn’t know how to phrase things.
He cleared his throat. “If this discussion makes you uncomfortable, then I’d urge you to think about this on your own. Try to figure out why things have changed and how to achieve that confidence on your own.”
I tried to express my thoughts. “Having sex is not a problem for me. I can have sex when I want.” I paused. “But Josie’s totally different. She’s special. I can’t really explain it.”
Being with Josie did make me happy, but I wasn’t sure exactly why. I mean, she was beautiful and sexy, but it was more than that. Was it because I had to work so hard to even get anywhere with her? Or was it something special about Josie? I liked the fact that she didn’t give a shit about hockey and didn’t add to the pressure on me.
This whole deal was so confusing. But Shaman Felix would probably wonder why I needed to tear apart something good. Relax and enjoy, Eric. Don’t feel you have to analyze life.
Tony was wrong. What Josie made me feel was something I would never be able to replicate on my own.
10
Josie and the Pussycat
“Your cat’s a perv,” Josie said as she and Misty walked out of the bathroom. I was a perv too, because I’d been lying in bed and waiting to see Josie to come out. Naked, she moved as naturally as when she was fully dressed—like a panther or cougar. We’d been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and I still couldn’t tear my eyes away when she was in the room.
“Did Misty watch when you flushed the toilet?”
Josie nodded. “And she stared at me the whole time I was sitting there.” She patted Misty anyway, and when Josie bent down, the view was awesome. The cat did one circuit of the room and then disappeared through the cat door Joe had installed when we both got sick of letting her in and out.
Josie stretched and then started looking around. “Where are my clothes?” She knelt down and peeked under the bed.
“Maybe it’s a sign.”
“What’s a sign?”
“Not finding your clothes is a sign that you should stay over.”
Josie jumped on top of me in bed. “Did you hide my clothes?”
“Maybe….”
“Eric! How old are you? Where did you put my stuff?”
I pulled her down on top of me. “C’mon, X-Ray. You said you don’t have to work tomorrow. And it’s Saturday, so I can set my own time at the gym. Please stay over?”
“X-Ray? Is that my hockey player nickname?”
Did she forget that was what she had called herself when we met? I remembered every single thing that had happened between us.
Josie rolled off me, but I kept an arm wrapped around her. “If you stay, I’ll go to that bakery you like and get you cinnamon buns in the morning.”
“Why is this such a big deal for you? We just spent hours together: we ate dinner, walked through Stanley Park, and had sex. I think that’s enough.”
“I want to sleep with you, feel you next to me all night, and then wake up with you. Besides it’s our anniversary.”
She gave me a blank stare. “What?”
“It’s exactly a month ago that we went out on our first date. You know, dinner at that Italian place?”
“Is there a fourteen year-old girl hidden in that jacked body? ‘Dear Diary, tonight we had our first date. Swoon.’ Then you wrote ‘I’m Josie’s guy!’ fifty times down the opposite page.” She dissolved into giggles.
“A fourteen year-old girl?” I huffed. “That’s sexist.”
“Nawww. It’s how I used to be at fourteen.” She laughed again, but I found it pretty hard to imagine Josie as a lovesick teenager. No way.
But me as a lovesick guy? Unfortunately that was more the truth. It had been an incredible month. At first, Josie came over only at night—like a sex vampire. Once I got her to let down her guard and relax, sex got better and better. Her early difficulties in having orgasms wasn’t anything we’d ever discussed, but now it was way easier. Our bodies responded to each other. It made me sweat to think that if I’d just fucked her the first time and she didn’t come, she might never have come back. At least all the time I’d spent having sex with random women had paid off when it mattered.
And eventually we had moved into regular dating. It was still tough to pin her down, and she always insisted on meeting me, so I hadn’t even seen her place yet. Still, it was great to go out with someone who was a lifelong Vancouverite. She knew all these cool places and things to do. We both liked to do outdoor stuff like hiking, swimming, or running. She wanted to do some hard-core mountain biking, but I wasn’t going to do anything that might get me injured so close to camp.
“Okay.” Josie got under the covers.
“Okay, what?”
“I’ll stay over. Consider it my anniversary gift to you. But I think one month is normally the chewing gum anniversary.”
I pulled her in close, so her ass was against my cock. “I think it’s the latex anniversary.”
“Every night is the latex anniversary for you.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Maybe we can stop using condoms. You’re on birth control, right?”
She rolled over to face me. “Yeah. Hey, I have an idea too. Since I’m staying over already, maybe you could relax for one minute.”
“Okay, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I’m not, you know, having sex with anyone else.”
“Considering how much we have sex, it would be a miracle if you were.”
I waited but she didn’t give me the same reassurance back. Unless what she had just said meant she couldn’t be having sex too. “So, does that mean—”
Josie shushed me. “Eric. Let’s go to sleep now. We can hold each other and quietly appreciate how nice it all feels.”
I nodded and kissed her. It was weird. For so long I had avoided saying what I knew women wanted to hear, because I didn’t want to get tied down. And now that I wanted commitment, those scripted lines weren’t working.
But Josie was right; I was worrying too much about the future and not appreciating the now. Her warm body next to mine felt fantastic, and she snuggled even closer.
In the morning, I woke up early. Josie was lying beside me, and I got up on one elbow to stare at her. She looked beaut
iful. It was like she was this talisman for me—I could relax when she was around.
Everyone thought that I was pretty laid back. But I had this constant low-grade worry about the future, specifically my hockey future. Right now, things were great because I was training hard and the only pressure was to get into better shape. But in a couple of weeks, I’d be at the Vice training camp. The pressure would be amped up then. Even the idea was starting to twist up my stomach.
I slipped out of bed and pulled on sweats and a t-shirt. I grabbed my flip-flops and wallet, then went out into the backyard. I stretched slowly, and then moved into a sun salutation. This was the best time of day, when the sun was rising and the neighbourhood was quiet. It was getting colder though, and the leaves were turning golden shades and falling. Then I sat down to meditate. Time to quiet my worries. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing, on the sunlight on my eyelids, and on the peace I was still feeling. Calm.
Once I was finished my meditation, I put on my sandals and tucked my wallet in my pocket. I walked briskly to this nearby bakery. We had found it one evening when Josie got sugar cravings after I made her dinner.
When I got back inside with a paper bag of pastries, the bed was empty and the drawer where I’d stashed her stuff was slightly ajar. Shoot. How like her to take off. I had been looking forward to spending the morning with her.
Then I heard a voice in the bathroom. “Cat, you are weird.” The bathroom door opened. Misty exited first and then Josie. She was dressed, and towelling her hair dry. She smiled at me, and I grinned back.
“Misty watched me shower too,” Josie said.
Sounded like something I’d like to do myself. “Really? She’s never done that to me.”
“Maybe she’s a lesbian cat, and your body is not turning her crank.”
I pulled her in for hug. “As long as my body turns your crank.”