Chapter 23: Twenty Three

He kicked them off, leaving my exposed and dripping pussy pressed against his hard cock. It was heavenly, the soft skin rolling beneath my sensitive core with each rock of my hips.

He groaned, stilling my movements with heated eyes.

"Forgetting something?" He asked with his chest heaving. Huh? Oh shit. A condom. He nodded to his nightstand, and I leapt for it, opening the shallow drawer where an unopened box was stored, along with a few sports magazines. Yea, no. I shot him a look, placing the box on the bed before reaching back in for the stack of worn out pages covered in skanky models lying in the sand.

"A punishable offence." I growled, throwing them across the room. His brows shot up in satisfied surprise, and I could tell he was suppressing a laugh. I knew I had to cut him some slack. The guy had been single for six months and he had needs, but I wasn't going to have that shit around now that I was here to meet them. I tore open the box with little grace, pulling off a little square and crawling back to him. God, he was glorious. His naked body was an absolute sight, and I wanted to lick every inch of it.

"Do you want to put it on?" He asked politely.

"No." I replied honestly, handing it to him. I had never put one on before, and I didn't want him to be my health class dummie. I could practice on a banana later. I wanted him now.

He laughed, tearing it open and rolling it on without looking, reminding me just how much sex he'd had. I was getting nervous about being on top, as it was yet another thing I'd never done. He guessed as much, holding out his hand to help me back over him.

"You can go at your own pace." He was being so patient, so encouraging, and it was slowly chipping away at my anxiety. He used my hips to slide me lower, until I was hovering just above his ready cock. I couldn't believe he was still so turned on. "It's the innocence." He said, as if he could read my mind. How the hell did he do that?

"The innocence?" He nodded, flashing me his dimples.

"Something about it is sexy as fuck. I can't explain it." I could accept that. There were a lot of things he did that turned me on without reason.

Without another word, I gripped his length, lining it up beneath me until the tip rested snugly at my opening. "The more you lean back the deeper it will feel. But it might hurt, so go slow." Hurt? Shit, I didn't want it to hurt. "Don't worry, baby." He cooed, his hands sliding down to grip my ass for support.

"Oh God, Joel." I breathed out, lowering my pussy over him. He grunted, clasping my hands with his to help guide me.

"Shit, you're tight." He gritted out.

"Is that good?" He let out a short and airy laugh.

"Fuck, yes. You squeeze my cock so perfectly. It feels incredible. It's damn hard not to come, though." Was that why he was so vocal during sex? Because it made him feel that good? The added confidence from his words spurred me on, and I slammed the rest of the way down, sheathing him fully inside of me.

"Fuck!" I shouted. He wasn't kidding. It hurt like a bitch. It felt like he had just speared my cervix and broke the damn thing in two. It didn't hurt him, though. He was panting, squeezing my hands firmly. He tugged me forward, so I was laying on his chest.

"Try this way, baby." Then, he gripped my hips, rolling them up and down his shaft slowly. I moaned loudly. This felt way better than the other way. It wasn't as deep, but I also wanted to go a bit harder. So I pushed up off his chest, letting my body move on it's own as it sought the perfect rhythm and angle for my thrusts. That's when my hips started to bounce.

"Yes, baby. God, you're so fucking sexy." Joel groaned, watching me closely as he disappeared in and out of me. I was watching, too, with fascination. This position gave me a good view of just how deep he was going.

I played around by rolling my hips in between thrusts, feeling him swell in each position I discovered. Some felt a little better than others, so I focused on bouncing on him at those angles.

It was sexy, exciting, but I was already getting tired. I never realized how exhausting riding him would be. My thighs were burning, and my body's energy did not match my desires.

"Do you want me to take over, baby?" He asked, and I nodded with a shy smile. "It'll get easier." He promised. "Come here." He pulled me back on top of him, and I wondered if we were going back to the slow rocking, but I was very wrong.

He guided my lips to his, kissing me deeply while his hands roughly massaged my ass. Once he broke away, he demanded I keep still, to which I agreed wholly.

"F-fuck!" He had slightly bent his knees to give him the best support for thrusting into me. It was fast, forceful, and completely unforgiving. With each movement of his hips, he sheathed himself fully into me. The way his balls slapped against my ass had me panting and if his hands hadn't been supporting my hips, I would've collapsed. I was getting louder and louder, practically shouting at this point.

"Yes, baby. You feel so fucking good." He rasped, sweat forming on his brow.

I had the sudden urge to taste him. My mouth sought his nipple, my tongue going to work flicking and nibbling it the way he did me, and boy did he seem to like it. His hips connected even harder as he let out a growl. "Fuck, yes. Keep going. Jen-"

And I did, pausing occasionally so I could breathe and let out my own string of moans. I was so close to climaxing that it only made me want to go harder on him.

I moved to his other side, this time pulling it into my mouth and sucking, hard. He arched his back, now pulling my hips down against his sloppily.

"Fucking hell, woman! Come, Jen!" And I did. My nails scraped down his chest as I clamped down on his cock, my body trembling against his. "Fuck, yes. You dirty fucking-" One of his arms shot up to press me tightly against him, while the other pushed my pussy down further, his hot seed pouring into the condom when I desperately wanted it pouring into me. I really needed to get on birth control, damn it.

After our climaxes receded, he moved both arms around me, allowing me to rest my head against his chest as our breathing regulated. His pulse was frantic against my ear, making me smile.

"That's new." He said finally.

"Hm?"

"Nobody has ever done that to my nipples before. It felt better than I thought it would." Oh. Wait, so did that mean I gave him a first?

"I'm not really sure why I did it. I liked it, though. A lot." I admitted, giggling. I leaned up a tad to look at them, my jaw dropping open when I realized what I'd done. "Oops." He lifted a brow, his eyes flitting down to where a hickey surrounded his left nipple.

But he just laughed, his head hitting the pillow again. "I'll get you back for that later." He added with a wink. I gasped.

"Joel!"

"I'll make sure its somewhere only I can see." He added teasingly. "Speaking of… I have something to show you." With that, he gently lifted me off of him, climbing off the bed and disposing of the condom in a wastebasket. Then, he walked over to his painting corner and snatched something small and black from one of the easels.

"What's that?" He tossed it to me, and I somehow managed to catch it. It was a flash drive. Wait, did that mean-? After that he uncovered a smaller canvas and held it out for me. It was beautiful. Simple, but stunning. Each brush of color was so uniquely him, and I was actually excited to get the beautiful image onto me. He stepped forward to where I was knelt and naked.

"Its up to you. But personally, I would like to see it wrapped right along here." He ran his hand around my side and to my hip bone. It was a branch of blossoms, but they were all in different stages. Some were still buds, while others had reached full bloom and were falling from the soft brown twig. I took the painting from him, setting it and the flash drive to the side carefully as he cocked his brow.

Then, I squealed my joy, jumping into his arms like a koala, clinging excitedly to my man. My man. It sounded more suiting than 'my boyfriend' did. He buried his face in my hair, laughing his amusement and supporting me by the ass. After a good squeeze, I leaned back.

"Can we get it done today?" His eyes widened before softening.

"If you want to. I know someone who would do a great job with it, if you trust me. I can schedule it now." I snorted.

"Of course I trust you, crazy man." His smile widened, flashing those pearly teeth.

"Okay. Clean up and get your dress back on so I can take you home to change." With one more peck on my lips, he disappeared into his bathroom. Within seconds, I heard the shower click on and got to work. I removed all of our clothes from the bed, discarding them into the hamper before making it. Then I found my dress and underwear, which had been neatly placed atop his dresser sometime last night. I didn't feel like putting on dirty underwear, so I just slid the bra and dress up my body. I struggled with the damned zipper and still couldn't get it. It was pissing me off. After the fifth attempt, I growled, stomping my foot.

"Need help?" Joel chuckled from the doorway. I nodded in defeat, and he zipped it for me effortlessly. "Thank you for cleaning up." He added, kissing my ear.

"What do you want me to call you?" He turned me, his piercing eyes getting my heart going as much as seeing him wet and clad in nothing but a towel hanging loosely from his hips.

"What do you mean?" I shrugged, nervously tracing along the ink on his chest with my pointer finger.

"You call me 'baby' and 'babe'. I just feel like I should have something like that for you." He stopped my hand by placing his over it.

"Did it feel weird calling me baby earlier?" I nodded. "Don't rush it, then. I think it'll come on it's own." He added with a tender smile. He was right. I just needed to relax, and it would come out naturally.

Not long later, we were on our way to my apartment. I was honestly amazed I wasn't hungover or feeling any after effects from smoking. Maybe those pancakes were the trick? Regardless, I was thankful. I shivered to think what would've happened if I had stayed with June last night.

I wouldn't have actually slept with him, right? I'd like to think that, even under the influence, I wouldn't be so stupid. And he wouldn't have taken advantage of me like that, right? I just hoped Joel didn't find out about just how much June had touched me that night. Not for my sake, but for June's.

I really did need to text him.

I pulled my phone from my clutch, still in the passenger seat, silently praying that he wouldn't ask. Of course, I wasn't so lucky.

"Who are you talking to?" He didn't sound mad. Yet. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"June."

"Jennifer." He warned, but I explained quickly.

"I just want to apologize for last night. And clarify our… relationship."

"You're going to tell him the truth?" My eyes widened as they shot to him.

"Of course not. You know I can't-"

"Do it." What?

"Are you crazy?" I whispered, as if someone might overhear.

"No. I don't think he would report us, so do it. I want him to know." This man and his jealousy were going to get us caught!

"And if he does report us?" But he shook his head at my suggestion.

"He won't. Because doing so would hurt you. And he wouldn't do that." He sounded so sure. But this was a huge fucking deal! It could cost him his job! I huffed, hovering my thumbs over June's text thread.

"Fine, but I'll need to call for that. It would be stupid to leave texts confessing to our relationship." He nodded his agreement. "And I expect you to wait out here while I do it."

"What? No. Hell, no."

"Don't start! You and I both know that you'll only make it harder for everybody. Let me explain it." He hmphed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Fine. But I'm coming in after five minutes regardless, so you'd better make it fast." He put the car in park, but his angry pouting only made me want to laugh. I got out before I could follow through and piss him off even more.

Up the steps I went until finally stepping back into my safe space, my familiar space.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered aloud, flipping open my phone and selecting to call June.

Ring, ring…

"Jen?"