Page 11 of JoJo

Chapter 4

Iawoke with a blazing inferno of heat at my back and a strong arm locked around my waist and snaking upwards, leading to the hand that was cupping my left breast completely. Sharp, throbbing pain at my temples hammered away at my skull every time I attempted to open my eyes.

“Go back to sleep, babe.” Steel’s voice penetrated my hangover fog. The usual depth to his voice was accompanied by a slight gravelly quality thanks to his sleepiness. I continued to lie there and just breathe as I took in my situation. I was married, so it was okay that I was twined up with the man in my bed. Naked. Right? Nothing to freak out over. At least I knew what happened.

We all got drunk in the casino bar and finally made our way back to our suite where we drank some more before everyone started coupling up and moving to bedrooms. Tash and the man she’d picked up in the casino bar downstairs were the first to take off. They simply left the suite, and went to his. I assumed Sweet and Angel may have rented another room for more privacy. None of us knew, because they never showed last night. They weren’t there for the wedding, and not for the celebration we’d had in the bar downstairs either. When it was only Steel and me left in the common area of the suite, I laughed and positioned myself in front of him. “I guess we are required to consummate the marriage, huh?”

He smiled down at me then while wrapping an arm around my waist. “If that’s what the lady wants,” was his growled out response before he used the arm around my hips to haul my ass up onto the countertop we’d been standing in front of. “Don’t think you have to do this. I’m game if you want it though.” I leaned in and kissed him, which was answer enough about what I wanted. Since Tash had left with her hook-up for the night that left our bedroom free, so that’s where we headed together.

We barely made it through the bedroom door before his shirt was up and over his head, falling to the floor. Mine quickly followed it thanks to his insistent hands. As it drifted to the floor Steel’s gaze likewise drifted down. He took in the red lace bra I’d been wearing under my top. Thank goodness the girls had taken me lingerie shopping before our quick jaunt to Vegas. “Just in case I met someone there,” they’d all said to me. I don’t think anyone imagined it would be my wedding night attire though.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Steel rasped out before running his large, tanned hand down my chest and further still, moving his fingers over my abs until he came to the waistband of my jeans and popped the button holding them closed. The zipper was next, going down because he willed it to. Okay, his fingers helped the process, but really the pressure they exerted against me as they slid the zipper down was taking all of my attention. Steel leaned in closer as he gripped both sides of my waistband and began tugging my jeans down my legs. “Mmm,” he moaned. “You smell so sweet, like a damn cupcake. What kind of perfume do you wear?”

“None. It’s probably just my body wash. Vanilla.” My explanation came out breathier than I’d ever sounded.

“Don’t ever change it. Jesus, I want to dive in and eat you up.”

My alcohol infused brain kicked up my flirty side a notch when I groaned out my response. “Be my guest!” Steel smiled down at me again then as he pulled my pants from each foot, one by one.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Then his face was buried in my red lace-covered crotch where he tugged at the flimsy material of the panties with his teeth. The hot breath he released with each subsequent, playful movement left me gasping, and simultaneously begging for more as my hips flexed forward.

“Steel!” His name came out on a sigh. “Please,” I begged.

As he stood before me, he latched onto my thighs, pulling me up into the air as he went. I cried out as he followed through with that movement by tossing me onto the bed. The smile he wore when I squeaked upon landing brightened his features, making him look younger. Whatever baggage he was carrying around about his ex made him look older than his 28 years. Hell, now, I was plotting ways to make him smile more often. At first, I watched as he pulled the motorcycle boots off his feet. When his hands moved to release the button of his jeans, I reached behind me to pop the clasps free on my bra. I let the material slide slowly down my front as his pants dropped. Steel’s gaze never wavered from what I was doing, even when he stepped out of his jeans and moved closer to the bed – to me – only wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the burgeoning size of his erection.

Steel moved like a predator. He was all slow, graceful, sinewy movement as he crawled up the bed towards me. My head was spinning. Whether from the alcohol I had consumed all night, or the fact that I was actually lust-drunk, I couldn’t be certain.

What I was sure of was the dilation in his pupils, the wanting that engulfed his features and made him appear both softer and harder all at once. This was not the same Steel who had blown me off only days ago. This man was on a mission, and as he already had my panties pulled halfway down my legs before I knew what was happening, I was in for a wild ride with this version of Steel.

Maybe we could work with five years of marriage. We’d just have to stay buzzed and sexed up to like each other. Honestly, it didn’t sound like a bad plan, especially as he descended into the depths of me. Steel’s tongue ran up one thigh and then the other before swiping straight up my center where he stopped to suck my clit fully into his hungry mouth. “Oh my God!” I yelped out as white hot electric currents pulsed and zapped their way through my body.

He moaned into my sensitive flesh, causing more ripples of excitement to course through me with every vibration.

“So fuckin’ sweet, babe. Your smell. Your taste. Jesus.” His praise seemed to be wrenched from him almost involuntarily. Not that I was complaining as he ducked his head back down and latched onto me again, sucking, and lightly pulling at me with his teeth. Oh my sweet lord! I’ve had men go down on me before. Two to be exact, but they were both pale comparisons for what was happening between my legs. This man could, and should, teach classes to other, lesser, men. Every woman I know would gladly pay a year’s salary if they could get their man to eat pussy this well. I’m not sure what exactly he was doing, but I lost the ability to form any further coherent thoughts as his work culminated in a fiery bliss that wrapped around my center and exploded outward, tingling through every cell of my body, and leaving me breathless. Panting. Stars burst behind my eyes and I, in turn, became a pool of liquid bliss.

When I came back to myself, his weight was balanced over top of me as his eyes glimmered and shined down on me. “That,” I started, and swallowed thickly before being able to continue. “Best wedding present ever,” I joked. Steel laughed and leaned closer causing his erection, which was no longer covered by his missing boxer briefs, to poke into my thigh. In turn, I automatically spread my legs further apart like the little wanton slut he’d managed to turn me into with a few well-placed licks of his tongue.

“We’re nowhere close to done yet.” His words blazed through my skull as I felt him line up with my body. Our height difference made it a little awkward at first. I was staring at his chest as he lined up and pushed his almost too-thick cock home.

“Holy hell!” I gasped the words out and then I did the only thing that seemed to make the adjustment easier on me. I bit down into the soft flesh between his pectoral muscle and his clavicle. The answering groan from him, coupled with another deep thrust, made me believe he didn’t mind my biting him one bit. I stepped it up a notch and started to suck away the hurt I might have caused as he continued pumping in and out of me.

Moments later, or hell maybe hours, another orgasm rolled through me with all the grace of a tsunami. Wave after wave of bliss battered my body from the inside out. Steel rolled us then, while keeping his hardness locked firmly inside of me. I helped by situating my legs on either side of thighs as his hands gripped my hips and started helping me into a steady rhythm. My hands landed on his well-defined chest, scraping across the crisp hairs there before I found the rest of my senses. I rocked my hips, swiveling them slightly, eliciting another groan from the mammoth of a man beneath me. As my pace increased, so did Steel’s upward thrusts. The way he filled me had me wondering why I’d ever been with anyone else. It was obvious our bodies were meant to interlock this way. This, being with him, was sheer perfection. The glide of our sweat-drenched bodies together, the fast pace of our breaths, and the grunts we were each making and causing swamped my sense,s sending me into another overload that had me seeing stars. Only this time, when I clenched around him, he followed me over into orgasmic bliss as well. Steel stiffened beneath me while growing impossibly large inside of me before grinding my hips down tightly to his own as he shouted out his release, and the contractions from my own orgasm milked him dry.

I had been wrung out. My toppling over and utter collapse on his chest was completely involuntary. My body was boneless. Now, I honestly knew what women meant when they said that. Sure, I’d had decent sex before, even what I’d call good sex. This was in a different stratosphere though. Hell, who was I kidding. My inebriated state probably just made it seem more than it really was. Kind of like how a two becomes a ten with beer goggles. Maybe the sex was really only okay, but I was too drunk to know better.

A few moments passed where the only sounds in the room were each of us catching our breaths. Steel’s fingers glided gently up and down my sweat-slicked back, pebbling my skin in gooseflesh as the movement tormented my already overblown senses. When I shivered involuntarily at his touch, paired with the rapidly cooling sweat on my body, he turned us so we both lie on our sides facing one another. His erection, now diminished, slid from between my legs followed by a slickness that shouldn’t have been there. My orgasm and alcohol hazed brain was in shut down mode as I simply closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

“Last night, did we?” My half asked question hung in the air as I listened to Steel sigh heavily.

“We had sex. I didn’t think you were so blitzed you wouldn’t remember. I wouldn’t have…”

“I know we had sex.” Even if I couldn’t remember, the slight throbbing between my legs was enough evidence of the act. “I meant we didn’t use anything, did we? It felt, hell, it was different. I didn’t think…” My brain was boggling through the myriad of possible consequences. I’d slept with a biker dude I really didn’t know, and I’d done it unprotected. Never mind that he was my husband. I had no clue if he was the type to plow through club whores or what.

Judging by the sudden stiffness of the man at my back he was suddenly going through the same inner turmoil I was. “Shit,” he finally muttered. “Guess we were both drunker than I thought to let that happen.”

“I’m clean,” I mentioned in hopes that he would reciprocate. “I was tested for everything after Eddie took off. Not that we ever did anything without a condom, but just in case.”

“I thought you said he took off more than two years ago?”

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