Page 33 of Hidden Fears
Her eyes turn into saucers.
“I mean, no! I haven’t been imagining your,” I gesture to her legs, “private parts. And yes, I saw it.”
“You just said you imagined it.” She points an accusing finger at me.
“For lack of a better word.” I wave my hand in the air in annoyance with myself more than her showing me her goods.Fuck, I bet she tastes good.Imagining her legs spread wide in front of my face and her quivering thighs on my shoulders…
I’m acting like a hormonal teenager who can’t control his temper around her. It has to stop.
Her eyes narrow. “I have a perfectly nice pussy, just so you know. A lot of people would be happy imagining it.”
I agree, Josie. I so fucking agree.
“I don’t doubt that.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress therisingidea of her perfect pussy. “But can we talk about something else?”
She takes a few loud breaths and then plasters a wide smile on her face. “Sure. We can talk about pizza,” she points at the table, “which is getting cold andhard.” Her knowing smirk says all I need to know.
“Good one.” I subtly shake my foot, letting my dick fall down my leg because the fucker has been through hell for the past five minutes and still refuses to behave. “But honestly, Josie,” I say as I walk toward the table, “you need to put some pants on.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “For both our sakes.”
She freezes, the pizza halfway into her open mouth as she watches me. “Oh,” she says as she licks her lips. “Oh, I see.” Then her narrowed eyes send very sharp daggers my way. “I recall our very first encounter and how you mentioned that this,” she wiggles her brows, “would never happen.”
“And it won’t,” I state firmly and grab a slice of pizza while lowering my ass on the chair. “Eat.”
She sends me a funny look and picks up the piece she dropped. Her white teeth sink into the slice while she pulls it away from her mouth. A string of cheese is left hanging in the air. Then she grabs it with her finger and pushes it back between her lips. She’s being nasty, for fuck’s sake. How am I aroused by that?
I subtly shake my head and dig into my own slice.
Turns out it’s not so subtle because she quirks one brow in a silent question I choose to ignore totally. She snorts and finishes her piece in three giant bites, puffing her cheeks while chewing.
And I can’t stop looking at her mouth. Every few seconds, her tongue peeks out to clear the sauce from her lips, and my nostrils flare in response every time.
I don’t know what’s happening. Maybe it’s the lack of sex recently, but her bad manners turn me on.
Then she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks the grease off them. Her eyes close as if she’s drinking God’s nectar. It’s a frozen pizza from the store, for fuck’s sake. I expected Josie to be demanding and prickly. She looked so fancy with her vintage car stocked with all sorts of expensive-looking bags. I took one look at her, speeding on my territory, breaking the rules, and instantly placed her into a certain category. It’s my job to keep the town safe from any threats. Can it be that I judged her wrong? Because the more I see of her, the more I like. Quite literally.
I spread my legs wider, hoping more space would chill my poor, abused cock.
She picks up another piece and bites into it. Juices sluice over the side of her chin, and I wonder what else can look so good running down her chin…
“Do you have crabs or something?” she asks suddenly between chews, and I start coughing, withdrawn from my fantasy. A piece goes down the wrong pipe, and I can’t take a breath.
She stands up and rushes to my side. Patting me on the back with one hand, she places another on my shoulder. “Do you need some water?”
“N—” I cough, “no. I’m okay now.” I turn my head slightly to face her, and she meets me with a raised brow.
“Do you?”
I cough again. “What?”
“Have crabs.”
“For fuck’s sake! No, I don’t have crabs. Why would you think that?”
She points at my lap. “Your junk constantly itches, and you’re trying to adjust your dick all the time.” Her saying the word ‘dick’ makes it jump to attention. And she notices it. Smirking, she mumbles under her breath, “Never going to happen my ass.”
“Josie,” I plead.
“So, what’s up with your junk?” She nods toward my lap.
