Page 92 of I Could Never
A somber mood followed us the rest of that day. The only good thing was that Scottie’s medicine seemed to be working, and his fever stayed down. We tried to get him to eat, but he had no appetite, which was understandable. And the ibuprofen or the illness made him drowsy, so he went to bed earlier than normal that night.
Josh sat with him in his room until Scottie was totally out, and I was in our tiny laundry room unloading the washer when he finally emerged. I felt him come up behind me.
When he wrapped his arm around my waist, I shut my eyes. How quickly my body fell right back into a place of complete surrender. His touch made me feel weak in the knees.
“I told myself I wouldn’t touch you again,” he said, tightening his grip on my waist.
“How’s that going for you?” I breathed, bending my head back to meet the heat of his breath on my neck.
“Not well...” The rumble of his gentle laughter shook against my back. Then I felt the warm caress of his lips on my neck, the scratch of his chin scruff.
“I’m fucking starving, Carly.” He spoke over my skin, his erection pressing into me. “Did you notice all the marks I left on you last night?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I kept looking at them all day, wanting to make more.” He sucked on my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, my cum inside you. I’ve gotten hard every time you’ve so much as walked by me today. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“I thought you said we should stop.” The words rolled off my tongue lazily as I bent my head back again.
“I know what I said,” he whispered. “Just one more time. We can stop cold turkey tomorrow.”
I was so turned on that I couldn’t even respond with words. I simply nodded as erratic breaths escaped me. This was a no-brainer, considering I’d wanted him again from the second I got out of bed this morning. There was nothing I wouldn’t risk to have Josh inside of me one more time.
The heat of his hard bulge pressed against my ass. My panties were already soaked. Josh lowered his hand and slid down my yoga pants. Stopping short of removing my panties, he slid them to the side.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this thing. So many times I’ve walked by while you were doing laundry, and I got hard thinking about what I wanted to do to you.”
I pushed my ass against him. Then I heard his zipper, and the next thing I knew he’d entered me in one hard thrust that felt like pure nirvana.
He groaned. “Fuck...you’re so wet already.”
His name rolled off my tongue in a gasp. “Josh...”
“Don’t say my name. You’ll make me come.”
I spread my legs as I leaned my hands against the washing machine.
“That’s it, open wider for me, baby.”
Josh thrust harder, pumping in and out of me so fast that I could hear the slick sound of my arousal. There was something so hot about being screwed by someone you used to hate. It only added fuel to the fire.
“Josh...”
“What did I say about saying my name?”
“Josh...” I teased again.
He fucked me harder, gripping my hair and pulling it. I decided to do that thing that made him crazy. I tightened my muscles then let go.
Josh’s breath hitched. “You must want me to lose it right now.”
Panting, I breathed, “I do.”
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum again.”
That totally undid me. My climax rising to the surface, I slowed the movement of my hips and lowered my hand to my clit to finish myself off. Josh pounded into me harder as he let his own release go, the warm feeling of his cum making the last of my release even sweeter.
That was the fastest anyone had ever brought me to orgasm. It was supposed to be laundry room sex—rough, quick, and nothing more. But as his warmth filled me this time, my heart felt ready to burst. Iwasgoing to get my heart broken—by the last man on Earth I’d ever imagined would end up with that power.