Chloe
My eyes open, and it takes a second for the sleep fog to fade. Why am I so hot? Movement from behind reminds me that Joe slept over last night. I fell asleep halfway through the movie and woke up as Joe was lifting me off the sofa. He was going to go back to the hotel, but I had invited him to stay.
I’m not sure why I did it, because it wasn’t really a good idea, but the thought of him leaving didn’t sit well with me. We have a connection, and it’s not just the baby we lost. There’s something there, but I’m just not sure what it is and whether I want to even explore it. He’s twenty-four, and I’m thirty-one.
I take a quick shower, making sure I scrub and shave every inch of me that needs it—just in case. After I step out of the shower, I dry off and then throw on my robe. Back in my bedroom, Joe is still asleep, so I quickly moisturize my body before throwing on cut-off sweats and a tank top. I take my hair down and shake it out as I move to my side of the bed and then climb back in.
Joe’s arm wraps around me, and he pulls me until I’m snug against his chest. “You smell so good,” he whispers against my neck.
A moan slipping from my lips has his hand sliding up under my tank top. He pinches my nipples and then massages my breast. My hips tip back, rubbing against his hard dick. I moan in protest as he removes his hand, but it’s only to brush my hair away from my neck so he can place his lips there.
I reach behind me and grab his hand, bringing it around my front and shoving it down my cut-off sweats. His fingers slip through my wetness, and I should be embarrassed but I’m not. Joe’s groan vibrates against my back, making goosebumps pop up all over my body. My legs spread enough for him to slip a finger inside of me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Are you going to let me fuck you?”
“God yes…Please.”
He backs away from me, and for a second I’m worried he’s getting out of bed, but instead I’m suddenly on my back. Joe rips my tank top off and then my shorts. I’ve never had a problem with nudity before. I’m lucky to have a nice body, but he’s probably used to girls a lot younger than me—girls who have flawless skin, tighter bodies, and perkier boobs.
My hands move to cover myself, but he grabs them, pinning them by my head. “Don’t you dare hide that body from me—you’re fucking gorgeous. Don’t move your hands. Understand?” I nod my head slowly and watch as his hands travel down my arms and then slowly move to my breasts.
My back arches, and I moan as his fingers pluck at each nipple. The look in his eyes can only be classified as hungry, the blue so bright my pussy spasms around an invisible cock. His hands travel down, down and down. He dips a finger into my pussy then swirls it around my clit. Joe bends down and sucks a nipple into his mouth just as he thrusts two fingers inside me.
Immediately, I begin to come, and he starts massaging my G-spot. That pressure builds, and then I moan deep and hard as I gush all over his hand. “Fuck. I love when you do that.” His mouth moves up my chest until his lips are on mine.
Our kiss is wild and intense, my hands winding around his shoulders. His tongue enters my mouth, and my tongue duels with his. Fuck, he’s a good kisser. He removes his fingers while we kiss and then rubs his cock against me. Only the material of his boxer briefs separates us.
I push on his shoulders until he’s on his back. I straddle his thighs and stare down at his beautiful chiseled features. Leaning down, I place my lips against his square jaw, biting at the flesh. His grunt spurs me on. My lips travel to his, nipping at the flesh. My hair creates a dark curtain around us.
My hips begin to roll, grinding against his dick. He swallows my moan before he grips my hips and pulls me down harder, putting pressure on my clit. I pant against his lips as the pressure begins to build. “I want to hear you come, baby.”
He kisses me hard, and coupled with his cock rubbing my clit just right, I begin to come, crying out against his lips. Joe flips us. “Please tell me you have a condom,” he says.
“Top drawer.” I reach my arm out, pointing to the nightstand.
He grabs one then quickly tears off his boxer briefs. I take in his gorgeous cock and lick my lips. It’s perfection—long but not too long and beautifully thick. My attention goes back to the condom he’s tearing open. Joe sheaths himself quickly, and then he’s lining himself up with my waiting pussy.
“Hard and fast or slow and easy?”
“Fuck me hard.” That’s all he needs to hear before he slams into me, causing my back to arch and for me to cry out. It hurts, but it hurts so good. He grabs my legs behind my knees, pushing them back. With each thrust, I cry out. My headboard is smacking into the wall so hard I’m afraid we’re going to put a hole in it, but I don’t tell him to stop.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so hot, and so fucking wet.” He bends down and whispers against my lips. “Are you going to come again for me? Is my baby going to squeeze all the come out of my dick?”
My body spasms, and I begin to come…violently. My hands grip the top of his head as a scream rips from my throat.
“Oh fuck, baby. That’s my girl.” He begins to piston his hips, driving deeper and harder into me. My orgasm keeps going and going until his movements become erratic, and he finally plants himself to the root, groaning against my neck.
“I think you killed me,” I whisper against the top of his head, kissing his dark hair.
His chuckle vibrates against my chest, and he raises his head to smile down at me. “You look gorgeous for a dead girl.” I whimper as he pulls out of me. “Let me get rid of this.”
He gets up, and I admire his fantastic body as he walks naked across the hall to my bathroom. The toilet flushes, and then the sink turns on and off before he opens the door, walking back into my room. I unabashedly gawk at him as he comes toward the bed. His cock’s still half hard, and he chuckles as he climbs into bed with me.
“Baby, you can’t stare at my dick like that.”
I smile up at him. “Like what?”
He smirks at me. “Like you want to devour my cock with that sweet mouth of yours.”
Pulling the blankets over us, he pulls me until I’m lying half on and half off him, and his arms are wrapped tightly around me. “Hmmm…maybe later.” My voice sounds sleepy.
Joe places his lips against my forehead. “Sleep, baby.”
That’s exactly what I do.
***
Joe places a steak on my plate and then does the same to his. We take them to my kitchen table, where I have two glasses of sweet tea waiting.
Today’s been the best day ever. After we woke up the second time, he carried me into the shower. We took turns washing each other in between kisses and caresses. After we were done, he fed my cats and made us coffee and toast while I got ready. Our plan was to ride around on his bike and do some sightseeing.
I braided my hair and just put a little mascara, powder, and lip gloss on. In my bedroom, I threw on cut-off jean shorts, a red sleeveless t-shirt, and my black Adidas. In my closet, I grabbed the jean jacket I was bringing to wear while we rode around.
After toast and coffee, we rode to his hotel so he could get changed. I got to meet his friends, and apparently he missed a big party in their suite because the place was littered with beer and liquor bottles.
I’m no prude, but a girl in just panties came out of one of the bedrooms while I was waiting for Joe to change. Joe’s friend Chris was asking me about my band and where we played. He was nice enough, but he kept staring at my tits. I was saved, though, when Joe exited the bathroom, grabbed my hand, and shouted bye to his friends as we left.
“Chris was staring at your chest, wasn’t he?” His voice was slightly growly, which kind of surprised me and turned me on.
“Um…yeah, he was.” Joe shook his head. “It’s okay. Unfortunately, it happens.”
Once we were on the elevator, he pulled me to him, attacking my lips with vigor. My tongue reached for his in a duel that had me tingling all over. As soon as we reached the lobby and the doors dinged, Joe pulled me out of the elevator and out into the warm, humid air. The smell of the damp grass tickled my nose as we walked toward the parking lot to his bike.
After I climbed on behind him, my arms wrapped around his waist. Again, my hands rested on his hard abs, making it hard to concentrate, especially since I knew what those abs looked like while he fucked me.
I cleared those thoughts, and we made it to our first destination: the zoo. I’ve always loved going there. I felt like an excited child as we moved from exhibit to exhibit. We took pictures of each other and selfies. At one point, Joe carried me around the park piggyback.
When I had refused to go into the reptile exhibit, he’d picked me up and carried me in there screaming. Finally, the staff came over and asked us to leave the exhibit. “Oh my God, I could kill you!” I had screeched.
Then, of course, Joe felt bad because he had no idea that I was deathly afraid of snakes. When I was little, I had found a copperhead in the backyard, and it had chased me until my pops killed it with a shovel. They said my scream had taken years off both their lives. It took a long time before I’d even go in the backyard.
Thankfully that didn’t put a damper on our day. We ended our time at the zoo with the train ride. I had laid my head on his shoulder feeling content and happy—happier than I’ve felt since I lost the baby. I began to push the thought away, but I couldn’t help but imagine a little dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty sitting on her daddy’s lap, smiling as we rode the train as a little family.
It was like Joe knew where my thoughts had gone, because he sighed as he kissed my forehead.
After we left, we rode around for a little bit and then went back to my place to get my car to go to the grocery store and buy steaks and all the fixin’s.
Which brings me back to now. “What time are you heading back tomorrow?” The thought of him leaving makes me sad. I’ve enjoyed spending time with him.
“The plan is to be on the road at ten.” He takes a drink of his tea and then looks at me. “Is it weird that I don’t want to leave you?”
Shaking my head, I get out of my chair and move around toward him. Joe’s eyes darken as he scoots his chair back. I reach him and place both hands on his shoulders before straddling his lap. I lean forward until our lips are almost touching. “It’s not weird,” I whisper right before my lips are on his.
***
I grab onto the headboard as I begin to bounce up and down harder while impaled on Joe’s hard cock. I feel my orgasm build slowly. Joe’s fingers pluck at my nipples, alternately sucking a tip into his mouth. His other hand reaches between us, strumming my clit with his thumb.
“Chloe, I want to hear you come. It’s fucking music to my ears.” My neck arches back as he pinches my clit, sending me into oblivion. His hips buck up, and he pulls me down as he groans against my neck. He wraps his arms around me and falls to his back. The only sound to be heard is our matching, panting breaths.
My lips press against his rapidly beating pulse. “What a way to say goodbye.” His chuckle is deep and a balm to my soul. Joe squeezes me before rolling us. I whimper as he pulls out of me.
“I’ll be right back.” I roll to my side, tucking my hands under my pillow. My cats both come trotting in and jump on the bed, giving me stern “Meows.” Joe comes back in, and Ragnar gives him the stink eye, especially when he climbs back in bed and pulls me against his chest. He leans over me and reaches for Ragnar, scratching him behind his ear. “She wanted it, dude.” I giggle as he talks to my cat.
Ragnar answers. “Meow.”
“I don’t think that helped your case.”
He kisses my bare shoulder. “Yeah, I’m getting that.” Joe pulls me close. “I really should get up so I can get showered and back to the hotel.”
I reach out and snag my phone off the nightstand to check the time. It’s eight thirty. “Why don’t you shower and I’ll make some coffee and a quick breakfast?”
He pushes me down on my back, settling between my legs. “That sounds good.” Joe kisses my lips slowly. I watch as he climbs out of bed, not missing the massive erection he has. Licking my lips, I watch as he picks his clothes up. “Baby, stop looking at me like that.”
“Sorry, I was just enjoying the view.” I climb out of bed and slip my robe on before making my way toward the kitchen. I hear the shower kick on, and I quickly start a pot of coffee.
By the time Joe comes walking into the kitchen with no shirt on, I’m plating our scrambled eggs and toast. We sit side by side while we eat. Laggie and Ragnar both sit by my feet, upset that I’m not giving them my undivided attention.
When we finish, I want to wrap myself around Joe so he can’t leave, but I know that’s irrational, and he has a life to get back to. Is this it for us? The moment he steps out of my house, am I going to be forgotten?
I shake off those thoughts as I walk with him to my front door. He brushes my hair back from my face and places his lips tenderly on my forehead. “I’ll call you or text you when I get home.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re going to be tired.”
He raises a brow at me. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” Joe places his lips on mine. The kiss is chaste compared to the others we’ve shared but no less enjoyable. “I had an amazing weekend. I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you, too. Be safe.” He kisses me one more time—this kiss is all tongues, teeth, and hair grabbing. When he pulls back, I can’t help but whimper. “Go before I don’t let you leave.”
I watch him walk to his bike and climb on. The rumble of the bike sends a tingle through me, but then a lump forms in my throat as I watch him give me a chin lift and then take off down my street.
In the kitchen, I place my fingers to my lips because they’re still tingling. I begin to clean up the kitchen while I drink my cup of coffee. It doesn’t make sense—why do I feel sad? We barely know each other, he’s seven years younger than me, and we live four hours away from each other. A relationship between us wouldn’t work…right?