Present Day
“Hey, so did I show you what I got while you were gone?” Jori asks, settling next to me on the couch.
After I had my little meltdown in the shower, he held me until our skin wrinkled and I calmed down, and then dried us both off. Sometimes, I think the weight of my conscience will drive him away, but he doesn’t seem to scare easy. If he did, he would have left me a long time ago.
“No,” I reply, smiling as much as I can at his obvious enthusiasm.
“You’re gonna love this; it’s so cool. Wait here and close your eyes,” he says like the excited boy who once drove me so far away from home.
I lean back against the couch, cross my arms loosely over my chest, and close my eyes like he asked me to. I can hear his footsteps moving quickly toward the back of our home, and then return not a few moments later. I don’t mind that it’s not a big place, because it’s home, and it’s enough for just the two of us.
Jori lets out an excited laugh as he sits back down next to me. His knee brushes my leg when he brings his up on the couch, and I’m hoping he’s not still wearing his house shoes. I’m not a germaphobe by any means, but I’ve just spent the last thirty minutes crying in a shower because I didn’t feel like I was clean enough, and this would be enough for a repeat performance from me.
“Keep your eyes closed while I tell you this,” he says as he leans the side of his body against the couch. “So okay, while I was at Millie’s listening to her moo and bitch at me for showing up unannounced, I went down into the rec room and looked around for a bit. The bitch knew better than to follow me down there ‘cause it’s sound-proof, remember? Anyway, that’s not the point. I couldn’t sleep, so I started looking through the boxes and shit, and I found this and couldn’t believe that I forgot it was even there—I actually kind of felt like a piece of shit when I saw it, but it’s okay now, ‘cause I have it and … well. Open your eyes, Red,” he finishes in a rush.
“I’m not sure I want to,” I reply with a nervous giggle.
“Oh come on! You’re gonna love this!” he exclaims happily.
I take a deep breath and purse my lips. What Jori could have possibly found in the basement of Millie’s place that’s making him so excited right now is beyond me, but I don’t want to disappoint him—I’m sure I’ve done that enough in the past few days.
I open one eye slowly, then the other, and turn to face him. I gasp as my hand flies to my mouth and the smile on his face widens into a huge grin covering most of his face.
“Wow,” I say softly as I reach over and take the vinyl record from his hands. It’s Stone Temple Pilots—the Thank You album—and it’s old and dusty, yet somehow shiny and brand new.
“Look,” he says, leaning over and flipping the record over. Jori leans his head against mine as his finger grazes down the song list on the back until it stops just where I knew it would. “It’s our song.”
I let out a sigh as I place my hand on his and smile up at him. “Remember that time we drove to Canada?”
“Oh God,” he replies, rolling his eyes with a laugh. “That was a fucking disaster.”
“That’s not how I remember it,” I reply, looking back down at the record. Next to the meerkat he got me on that trip, this may be my favorite possession in the world, and I want to tell him that, but I’m sure he knows it.
“Let’s talk about Hoyt,” I suggest, changing the subject.
Jori’s body goes slightly rigid against me, and he sighs heavily. I know he was hoping I wouldn’t bring this up again, but I didn’t want to keep talking about my plans to go back yet, because he started downing beers as soon as I mentioned it.
“We have to—the trip is in a couple of days, and we need to get our accommodation taken care of at the very least,” I say, placing the record on the coffee table and getting to my feet. I glance around the living room for my laptop and spot it on the love seat. I walk over and retrieve it, settling back down on the couch next to Jori, who’s gone from happy to agitated in the small amount of time it took me to bring up the trip back to Ossining.
He runs a hand irritably over his face, which I choose to ignore, as I power the laptop on. Once the lock screen shows up, I lean forward and type in my password and wait for the background to populate. Jori knows the password to the laptop too, because we made it up one night together; however, we both have things on there that would get us in a shit ton of trouble if the machine got into the wrong hands.
“Red?” he asks, as I lean back and watch the screen.
“Hm?” I reply absentmindedly.
“Kiss me.”
“In a minute,” I say as the background picture begins to populate. I don’t want to get too lost in a moment right now that I forget to look for a cheap hotel room for us to reserve.
“No,” he says softly, as he pulls me back against him, and brushes my hair out of my face. “Now.”
Jori presses his lips gently against mine, and my breath catches in my throat. His hands find their way to my hips and he pulls me onto his lap. I won’t deny him any longer—he’s been patient enough.
I decide to lose myself in his kiss, our tongues swirling together as he reaches his hands up the back of my shirt and unclips my bra. I pull back with a smile, and Jori lets out a breathy chuckle as he pulls my shirt off my body and I shrug the undergarment off.
He leans back for a moment and looks at my perky tits, his eyes becoming hazy with lust and desire, before he grabs one and gently begins to suck and nibble on my nipple. I close my eyes and arch my back—the feel of his tongue on my bare skin has always been intoxicating, and this is no different. He moves his mouth from my left breast to the right, hungrily suckling my nipple before biting down a little harder than usual, causing me to yelp.
“Watch it,” I reply, playfully giving him a gentle shove.
“Fuck that,” he growls. Grabbing me by the hips again, he lowers me onto the couch and begins to pull my shorts off, kissing my inner thighs as he does.
I’m mad with need for him as he throws them to the floor, then positions himself between my legs. Gently, he begins to rub my clit over my panties, and I can feel the warmth beginning to pool against the soft fabric.
“Just like fresh hyacinth on a warm spring day,” he murmurs, as he slides my panties aside and inhales deeply.
He uses the tip of his tongue to gently tease my clit, and I reach down, grabbing a handful of his hair. Jori smiles against my pussy as he brings a finger up and starts to run it up and down my slit. The sensation is something I can’t quite describe, but this man has always known my body better than anyone else, and he uses that knowledge to keep me satisfied.
“Nah,” he suddenly says, pulling away from my exposed pussy. “I’d rather open you back up with my dick.”
A wicked grin spreads across his handsome face as he gets up, pulls his pants off, hovering for just a moment so I can see how hard his cock is, before he yanks off his boxers and tosses them onto the pile of clothes we’ve made on the floor. Jori then moves back to hover over me, but I bring my legs together tightly and shake my head.
“My turn,” I say, pulling at his shirt. He yanks it over his head and laughs, then sits back on the couch, watching me with those bitter blue eyes.
“If you insist,” he replies with a smirk.
I prop myself up on my knees as best I can before I wet my palm with my tongue and reached for his cock. I run my hand up and down his length, which makes him lean his head back against the arm of the couch and take in sharp breaths. I can’t help but smile, because this man could have any woman in the world he wants, yet he’s always so eager to have me.
“Come on, Red,” he half-whines, half-pleads. A smirk creases my face, but I comply as I lean down and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
Jori gently places a hand on the back of my head, careful not to push down before I’m ready. I work my mouth down his length, slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste of him as I reach a hand down and grip his balls. He always loves that—a mouth on his dick and a hand working his balls at the same time. It’s the fastest way to get him off, but I want to be able to indulge him in this moment, so I stop after a few minutes and move my body on top of his.
“What the fuck?” he breathes with a chuckle. “Why did you stop?”
“Because,” I reply with a shrug.
“Well, that’s not fair,” he says, folding an arm behind his head. I smile at him, which he returns, and raise an eyebrow. If he thinks this was the most of what was going to happen right now when I’m wet with desire for him, I guess I should prove him wrong.
I bite my lower lip and reach down for his still hard cock, and lower myself onto it. It’s been a while since Jori and I last fucked, which makes for a better time, I like to think.
My pussy is tighter, and his cock will realize this once it’s inside me, which will make him even harder and more animalistic. Jori grips my hips tightly and begins to gently push up as I continue to slowly lower myself onto his cock, before he’s finally inside.
“Oh fuck. I have missed this so much,” he says, in a thick voice as I reach down and grab his wrists. I slowly begin to move back and forth, until I’ve found a pace we’re both comfortable with. He moves his hands up to my sides, fingers digging in so deeply, I could almost swear he’s trying to crush me.
I use his force—his overwhelming need of me—arch my back, and begin to grind my hips into him. Jori lets out a loud moan, then begins to thrust up into me. I gasp and move my hands from his wrists to his forearms, trying my best not to fold against him and let him fuck me, but it’s no use. My body attempts to collapse against him, but he stops me, holding me at bay with a hand around my throat.
“Uh uh,” he breathes through gritted teeth. “You need to keep those tits bouncing. I wanna see your face when you come for me.”
His hand tightens around my neck as he slowly begins to deprive me of air, fucking me harder than he ever has before, and I attempt to pry his hand loose. He slaps my tits as he thrusts faster into me, and I moan as loudly as I can through the air deprivation. It only makes him squeeze my neck harder, fuck me faster, and make me come so fucking hard I damn near pass out. I feel the warmth of his cum rush into me as he groans and falls back against the couch.
“Goddamn, I love you,” he whispers, pulling me against him and holding me close. My body is trembling, my legs feel like jello, and my throat is raw, but Jori is happy, and that’s all that matters to me.
We’re both coated in sweat from our quick, brutal morning fuck, and I can smell the scent of our efforts beginning to fill the living room. I chuckle and place my hands on his chest, pushing myself up slightly to look at him. He tilts his head and grins at me expectantly.
“Jori Davidson, did you just try to kill me?” I ask him in mock surprise.
“Nah; just your pussy,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows. “And the way I felt it hugging my dick, I’m pretty sure I did my job.”
“Always so modest,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes. I lie my head back down against his chest. There will be time to worry about a hotel room later. For now, I just want to savor the moment of being in the arms of the man whose love is as dangerous as the look in his eyes, and as brutal as the intentions hidden behind his mischievous grin.
He makes me feel needed, wanted, and loved; things I had lost when Hoyt was taken from me, and I refuse to lose Jori, too. And while I may have my fair share of secrets, I know Jori has some too.