Page 62 of The Jilted Lovers Club
I hold her body to me, so tight. Every part of her is wrapped around me. Her legs. Her arms. Her slick pussy. I push deeper, then pull back. Gently at first, trying to be conscious enough to stop if she even breathes hesitancy.
She must sense my caution because she suddenly pulls a move that has me on my back, my cock still inside her as she straddles me.
“Well, fuck me,” I laugh.
“Oh, I plan to,” she says, bracing a hand on the wall as she grinds against me.
And holy hell, I’m not ready. The way I feel her shift around me, her thigh muscles gripping me as she moves with intention. Her eyes are laser focused on mine, and it’s so goddamn sexy to see her take control. To see her body, every muscle working as she rocks her hips.
My thumb finds her swollen clit. I don’t move, but let her slide over my thumb as she fucks me, feeling her tighten as she throws her head back, letting out a guttural moan.
Fuck, she’s sexy as hell. The way she lets loose. No inhibitions. No hesitancy. This is not like a first-time fuck. There’s nothing polite about this, nothing reserved. It’s like our bodies have known each other all along.
I hold her hips as she rides out the wave, feeling her goosebumps erupt across her skin. When she comes down, she’s half here, half gone. Her lazy smile spreads over her glowing face, and she bites her lip.
“Your turn,” she says.
“As if you’re done,” I laugh, flipping her onto her back. But this time, I don’t hold back. The vision of her riding me will bewith me forever, but seeing her splayed out below me—her hair wild, her eyes half lidded as I drive into her.
This is everything.
I thrust into her, driving deep as she throws her head back. She takes all of me, clutching at me as if she can take more. Fuck, I want to give it all to her. She feels so goddamn good. My hand finds her throat, and she lifts her head while I squeeze with the lightest pressure. It’s enough to make her tighten around me, pulsing as she cries out. I lower my head, grazing my teeth against her nipple, sending her into oblivion as she writhes below me.
I can’t hold back any longer. I could fuck her all day and through the night. But there is no way to last through this. I fucking explode, my whole body spasming as she continues her climax. Her skin is salty sweet, and I clamp down on her neck and taste her, bite her, cling to her.
I feel the soft shudder of her body as I slow. It’s slight, and I look down at her, seeing the crumple of her face.
Holy shit, I fucked up. I should have stopped.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” I hold her as she succumbs to sobs, her arms clinging to me as I remain inside her. I start to move away, but she pulls me closer.
“No, don’t leave me,” she whispers, her breath shaky. “You did everything right. I just … I can’t…”
I realize she’s letting down. All her defenses are cast aside, and this is what’s left.
I hold her close, rocking her body as she sobs into me. I wrap myself around her, constricting her tightly. Like swaddling a baby, the way I held my daughter when she was in the throes of panic. I feel Jordy relax completely, her body growing limp as she molds to my embrace.
I slip out of her, keeping my hold tight. I feel her soften. Her breath slows, one shaky inhale at a time until she falls asleep in my arms.
And when I close my eyes, I drift off easily, lulled by the rhythm of her breathing.
Blue’s Clues is the Best Medicine
Jordy
It’s evening when I wake up, the sky outside dusky and deep blue. Everything feels still, except for the soft thrum of satisfaction pulsing through my body. I feel like clay—molded, pliable, and completely undone in the best possible way. Every ache is a delicious memory.
I turn my head and find Ashton watching me. His eyes are soft, but the heat is still there, simmering just beneath the surface.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” he murmurs.
I smile and scoot closer, pressing my cheek against his warm chest, my leg sliding over his. His arm wraps around me, pulling me tight. God, his body feels good, solid, grounding, familiar in a way that surprises me. A shiver ripples through me at the flash of what we’ve done, how we finally gave in to what’s been brewing for a while. I grin into his skin, breathing in the scent of him—earthy, masculine, with a hint of soap and sex.
“If I’d known it was going to be like that, I would’ve made a move a long time ago.” I look up at him, biting my lip as I take in his dark eyes, the sharp edge of his jaw, the invitation of his mouth. I could lose myself in this man.
He chuckles, his eyes shining as he reaches to brush a strand of hair from my face and kisses me soft, like we have all the time in the world.
“I guess this whole roommate thing has its benefits,” he says, then ducks when I nudge him. His face takes a serious turn then. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
