Page 26 of Sizzle

I bring her mouth back to mine, determined to get her where she so obviously wants to go. I’ve never been this hard up for someone else’s orgasm.

I keep my mouth busy at her neck, stealing a hand across the scooped neckline of her shirt, tracing along the seam there with the lightest touch I can manage.

“Please,” she gasps. Joelle is rocking against me now, working her pussy across my cock, and I can tell she’s close. “Please.”

I press my lips to her ear. “Please what?”

I can feel Elliot standing right behind me, the heat from his body practically caressing my back as Joelle rides me. I want him to see. I want to give him this, even as I’m dying to give Joelle more.

I close my teeth around her ear and tug, and that’s all it takes. She’s keening, grinding on my cock, wet heat seeping through her jeans, her nails biting into my shoulders as she comes hard, crying out. She rocks into me, almost dragging me along in the wake of her orgasm, finally slowing to a stop as her breathing slows.

For a few moments, there’s only silence punctuated by heavy breathing. I squeeze her in a hug, because that was the hottest thing that’s happened to me in years and we’re only fooling around like teenagers. The press of her body reminds me that some of us still haven’t come yet and I guess she has the same thought because Joelle’s eyes fly up to meet mine.

She opens her mouth to say something and a shrill ring cuts through the silence.

Joelle’s eyes go wide and to my undying regret, she climbs off my lap.

“My phone. Where did I leave my phone?”

“Back booth,” says Elliot. It’s more of a growl than actual speech. “By the kitchen.”

She nods without making eye contact and runs off to find her ringing phone.

I chance a look at him as Joelle answers the call. Elliot’s leaning into the bar, arms set wide, gripping the ledge so hard I wonder it doesn’t splinter between his fingers. If his shallow breathing is any indication, the last ten minutes turned him on every bit as much as it did me.

Elliot looks at me then, and my cock leaps behind my fly. He doesn’t want me, I know he doesn’t, but right this moment my dick doesn’t know that. He’s looking at me like I could take the pain away, and it damn near rips my heart out of my chest.

Joelle comes back before I can speak, and thank God for it. What the hell can I say?

“I have to go,” she says softly.

“Let me get my keys,” says Elliot, turning to face us both.

“I called an Uber, but thanks.” She looks at me like she’s about to say something else, but seems to change her mind. “Thanks,” she says again. I get a small smile before she heads to the door.

I follow her out front. Once I’m sure the driver’s not a murderer, I pay her in advance and open the door for Joelle to slide in.

I guess she finds that funny because she finally smiles at me.

“Thanks, Alex.”

I want to say more. I want to bring her home with me. And as I register the restaurant door closing behind me, I know we damn well need to talk about what just happened. But I don’t say any of that.

“Goodnight, Joelle.”

9

Joelle

“Motherfucker!”

I whisper it, because Dad still gets on to me for cussing in the house. You’d think even he would make exceptions for a pinky-toe-desk collision but I have reason to know this is not the case.

It’s not even the first time I’ve stubbed that same damn toe today. I kick the leg of the desk with my uninjured foot, just because.

It’s been that kind of a day.

Days, really. Two days. Two days since that storm blew through town and I lost my goddamn mind and did something I shouldn’t have done.