Page 25 of Sizzle
Joelle whimpers, blinking up to look at me. Elliot steps closer.
“Is that true?” she asks. I don’t know if she even knows who she’s asking, but we both answer.
“Yes.”
Her mouth drops open on a gasp.
“Kiss me,” she whispers. I look at Elliot.
He’s a mess. His hair is mussed where he’s been pulling at it with both hands. There’s a faint sheen of sweat across his forehead I can see in the dim light of the bar. His hands are shaking.
“For Christ’s sake, Alex, do it,” he says.
“Say it again, Joelle,” I tell her, stroking a finger across her cheek. She’s kept her eyes closed this whole time. I need to know she’s here with me.
With us.
“I shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“Shouldn’t what?” I whisper back.
“I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t want… this.”
I desperately want to demand she tell me precisely what it is she wants, but the ‘shouldn’t’ comes first.
“Joelle. Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, focusing on my face.
“If you don’t want this, it stops here and now. Anytime you say so, okay?” I wait until she nods. “Beyond that, don’t let somebody else’s idea of ‘shouldn’t’ keep you from something you want. What we do together is between us.” It’s all I can do to keep from glancing over at Elliot, who’s breathing so hard I can hear it from six feet away.
Joelle drops her gaze to my mouth for a long, hot moment.
“Kiss me, Alex.”
Thank God. I meant it when I offered to stop but it might have killed me in the process.
The instant I take her mouth, Elliot groans softly and then I’m lost in Joelle. She’s soft, hesitant, a little shy. I coax her mouth open to sip a little deeper.
Sweet. She’s so damned sweet.
Her hands come up to twist in my hair, making me shudder. It’s been so long since I felt anything at all, let alone something so big. I’m awed by her, even as she presses against me to take my tongue deeper. When she begins kissing me back, my brain shuts off. I grip her hips and haul her into my lap.
The stool doesn’t afford much room to maneuver and I’m careful to plant my feet so we don’t tip over. Bracing my feet wide, Joelle’s knees slide alongside my hips and our bodies meet right where I need her most.
Joelle’s head falls back, breaking our kiss as she gasps, her eyes closed. Unable to resist her heat, I shift my hips, pressing the hard ridge of my cock along the seam between her legs.
“Jesus.” Elliot’s voice comes from somewhere close by and it makes me buck up into her sweetness all over again, drawing a moan from them both. Elliot bends down, his face radiating warmth as he whispers in my ear.
“I think she’s going to come.”
I think so too. I can hear the need in his voice and it makes me ache in an altogether different way.
I can’t give Elliot what I want, but maybe, just this once, I can give him something he wants.
I tighten my grip on Joelle’s hips, sliding her across my rigid fly, relishing the moan it draws from her throat. I grip a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so I can draw my tongue along her neck, nipping with my teeth, testing that water.
She starts to shake.