Page 85 of Old Habits
Chapter 23
Jovie
If Trin’s Toys weren’t closed on Sundays, I’d take a sick day.
That town meeting last night rattled me plenty but my illness stems a little deeper than having my name dragged through the mud by those who claim to know me. My heart rate is constantly elevated, my body heat is dangerously high, and I can hardly walk more than two feet without a dull aching in my thighs threatening to knock me down.
But these are all common side effects of being pinned in Will Myers’ bed all night long.
Just like the early days of our teenage love affair, going all the way has awakened something in us. Before, it was quiet trysts in the janitor’s closet over our lunch period or late night neckings in my car on the outskirts of town. We were just kids that couldn’t get enough of each other but there were limits to what we could get away with and you can be damn sure we took every opportunity to push that boundary just an inch further.
Now, we’re adults. It’s whenever we want, wherever we please, and I can’t think of anything more intoxicating than that. Sure, bills must be paid and responsibilities exist to be dealt with.
But not on Sundays.
My lips graze Will’s ear as I moan softly with my arms and legs wrapped around him. I round my hips, taking his cock a little bit deeper each time as he meets me with sudden, hard thrusts.
Will kisses my breasts, teeth etching lines in them to mix my pleasure with mild pain. I gasp with each bite and he laughs at me, getting off on the reaction.
He reaches between us and cradles my clit in his fingers, adding in the last ingredient necessary to make me come with ease.
I smother my open mouth into his shoulder, moaning against him as it happens. He keeps moving, grinding his cock in me as his fingers work their magic.
“Stop, stop, stop,”I say, unable to handle the sensitivity.
Will withdraws his hand, smiling wider as he kisses my cheek. “Are you cold?” he asks.
I laugh. “No. Why?”
“You’re shaking.”
He grabs the bedsheet behind me and tugs it closer, pulling it up and over my shoulders to keep me warm.
“Thank you,” I say, smiling, “but trust me, I am very, very comfortable.”
His arms slide around me. “Oh, I can tell.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You look comfortable,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “And tired… yet completely satisfied.”
“Not completely,” I say.
Will lies down and I straddle him. The sheet falls away, revealing my naked breasts and he cups them as I lower myself forward to kiss him. His erection eagerly stands between my thighs and I grin as I guide it back inside of me.
He moves his hips as I do, massaging and grinding each other. I look to the box of condoms next to his head, easily counting the small number nestled inside.
“We’re almost out,” I say as I lean forward to take more control.
He exhales a heavy breath as I roll my hips. “We can take a break after this,” he suggests. “Go outside for some much-needed fresh air and stop by the market for more.”
“Oh, that’ll be just great.” I laugh. “How long to do you think it’ll take before literally everyone is talking about Will and Jovie’s Sunday afternoon condom run?”
“I literally don’t care.”
My mind wanders back to that damn meeting. “I can’t believe them,” I say, fucking him faster and harder. “They had charts and everything…”
His hips buck as I dig my nails into his pecs. “Careful…”