Page 53 of Fight for Forever
I shake my head. Brooke laughs, as if she can see me.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want him,” I breathe.
“Say it a little louder for the people in the back,” she cackles. “I’m jealous, you’re about to embark on a magical ride with a man mountain. I bet he’s-”
“Okay,” I cut her off before she can say anything else.
She laughs again. “Be safe and have fun. Did you bring the condoms?”
“Oh God, I’m hanging up.”
“I expect a full report tomorrow.”
“Not happening,” I laugh and hang up on her.
Setting the phone down, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Brooke had me waxed within an inch of my life this morning. In preparation, she said, right as she shoved a box of extra large condoms into my hand. I smile again and square my shoulders.
There is no need for me to wonder about it. Joey wants me. He’s holding back because he wants to make sure I’m okay with it. That is why he went back to his room tonight. He’s giving me all the power. And I want him.
I don’t grab the whole box of condoms, because that would be embarrassing, showing up at his door with thirty condoms in my hand. Thirty! I tuck a few into the pocket of my skirt, check my hair, brush my teeth and adjust my boobs to make them look more enticing. Jesus.
With a deep breath, I step up to the door and then glance across at the adjoining one. It’s locked on my side, and will be on his too. Either way, he’s behind a locked door and right until I hear the lock on his side opening, I hold my breath.
When he pulls it back and stares at me, I lose all fucking sense. His shirt is gone, his pants are unzipped and although he’s pulled the sides together, there is no mistaking the bulge. I’m glad Brooke got extra-large.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low, more gravely than I’ve heard before.
“Yes,” I say, knowing a nod won’t suffice.
Joey needs to hear me say it. Part of me wants to be sassy and say I wouldn’t have knocked on the door with a condom shoved in my pocket if I wasn’t, but I’m speechless after that one word of affirmation.
Joey steps over the threshold into my room. I don’t know why I thought we’d go to his, but it doesn’t matter, we both have a bed. He takes my face in both of his hands, pressing himself up against me. His eyes switch between mine as he tries to see the truth there, that I mean it.
Instead of saying anything more, I show him. I surge up and kiss him.
Joey holds my face as we kiss. Then something comes over him and his hands drop, skirting down over my shoulders, along the sides of my breasts, before landing on my waist. He takes one step, then another and I’m moving backwards, but he is still kissing me and that is all I can think about until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Joey pauses and moves his face away so we can stare at each other. I just nod and reach for his pants, which are conveniently open. Joey jolts as the back of my hand brushes against the hard lines of his dick.
I’m not a virgin, I’ve had a lot of sex in my life and had three other partners before I met Michael. I’ve had an active sex life plenty of times. It has been a while though and as my hand moves over him, a small voice whispers, it’s never going to fit. Not after it’s been so long.
Joey takes my hand and moves it away. I frown, but he isn’t pushing me away. His hands go to the hem of my top and he looks at me. I help him take it off rather than say anything else. His eyes drop to my breasts. They’re practically heaving. The sexy white bra is sheer with a thin lace overlay. It’s a balconette too, the fabric barely covering the blush colour of my nipples.
“Fuuuck,” he groans as his hands move up to cup them. I take in a deep breath at his touch. My eyes drift closed as he moves his hands, as though he is testing their weight against his palms.
He kisses my throat and down my chest and I clutch his shoulders, mostly because I want to feel him, but also because his lipsare closing over my nipple beneath the thin material. He sucks it, and I let out the most unladylike grunt.
Before I can tell him to, he’s unclasping the bra, pulling the straps away so he can get his mouth on my nipple for real. I push a hand through his hair, holding him against me as he sucks harder. The pull of his lips shoots straight down to my pussy.
I’m so fucking wet, it’s almost embarrassing. Now we are skin to skin and after he’s given the other nipple the same treatment, he finds my mouth again, our tongues dancing together in erotic movements.
I slip the palm of my hands into the back of his pants and push at the material so they fall away to his feet. Joey steps out of them without breaking our kiss and kicks them away. My hands move around his front and this time he doesn’t stop me when I smooth my hand over his dick.
Moving my hand up and down, I get a sense of immense desperation when it hardens even further in my hand.
“Fuck, yes, that feels good.” He lifts his head and looks down at my hand.