Page 11 of Unforgettable

I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and the light brush it made when it hit the ground reminded me of the previous night and before I could control my thoughts, I was thinking about Reed fucking me from behind, slapping my ass and whispering dirty words in my ear. But the thoughts didn’t deter me; I wanted to experience Josh again by himself.

And there was no way in hell I would deny the insane connection between us that I knew would explode into abundant amounts of pleasure, likely near ecstasy.

The ache between my legs grew as Josh’s hands explored my body—cupping my breasts, flicking my hard nipples through the material of my dress, running down my hips, fondling my ass. When his hands moved toward the front of me, his fingers found the high slit of my dress and he smiled against my lips. He pushed the fabric to the side as he pressed me back into the table, my ass landing on the top.

Josh’s fingers were steady as he quickly ripped my panties from my body in one swift motion. I pulled my lips from his, only long enough to see him stuff them in his pocket with a hungry grin on his wet lips. I was about to argue—I was tired of these men taking my expensive underwear—but my protests vanished when Josh dropped to his knees in front of me. Similar to our kiss, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his movements. He forced me back farther onto the table, pushed my legs open wider, and suctioned his mouth around my clit.

It was throbbing against his tongue, and my orgasm was already making itself known as he gripped my thighs and yanked me closer to him.

“Fuck, Josh. Yes,” I moaned into the quiet surrounding us. He expertly ran his tongue, wet with my arousal and his saliva, up and down my slit, pushing into me as far as he could before doing it all over again. He didn’t leave an inch of me untouched, even dropping low enough to lap at my other hole. I bucked against him and the sensation that I hadn’t felt in over a year.

When he added his fingers, I swore I saw stars against the black ceiling. He pushed them inside of me, curling them and pressing against my inner wall as his mouth latched back onto my clit.

“Yes, fuck my face. Just like that, sweet girl, take what you need,” Josh urged me on, and I was happy to oblige, gripping his soft hair between my fingers and riding his face.

I wasn’t sure how we’d lasted more than a year without touching one another when the chemistry between us was atomic. The combination of his tongue and fingers was mesmerizing as he coaxed me to the edge of bliss with his expert touch. He knew exactly what to do, pushing his fingers deeper inside of me and letting them stroke my inner wall as he pulled them out and did it all over again. I thought I was impossibly close to the edge, ready to be sent over, until his teeth grazed my clit and he bit down, sending a jolt of pain and desire to every part of my body.

But in a cruel, cruel joke, Josh removed his fingers and stood from his crouched position in front of me. I cried out at the loss, but my stomach clenched as I watched him undo his fancy black belt while he slipped the fingers he’d been fucking me with into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked the taste of me off of them. His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, flaring with unencumbered desire.

“The first time you come, I want it to be all over my cock,” he said matter-of-factly. And I whimpered my approval.

In a flash, his hard length was released from behind his dress pants, and he fished a condom out of one of his pockets. I squirmed on the table, legs still spread, watching Josh pump himself a few times before slipping on the condom.

In one sure movement, he positioned himself over top of me, his lips clamped down on my own, and he sheathed himself inside of me in one mind-blowing thrust. I cried out into his mouth, and I was already so close, I nearly came just from him entering me.

Josh’s groan was muted against my lips, but I could feel the vibration against my skin. And when he began moving inside of me, there was little I could do besides let it all wash over me and let him fuck me.

I gripped his face in both of my hands, forcing our kiss to deepen and reveling in the scrape of his facial hair against my skin. It was sure to leave a mark—my face would likely be red and irritated—but I couldn’t care.

We weren’t too terribly far away from the reception, and the low thumping of the music could still be heard behind the closed door. But Josh kept his own rhythm—driving into me at a punishing rate. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust and deepening our connection.

Then without warning, he stood up, taking the warmth of his body that was blanketed over me with him, and began a slow, sensual rhythm that made my eyes roll back. He pushed deeper with each measured thrust, making sure the tip of his engorged cock brushed every inch inside of me.

The table beneath me rattled with the force of his thrusts as he fucked me harder. And my moans pierced the silence around us when I could no longer contain them.

“I know, baby girl. I know,” Josh groaned. The sound of his rough, desire-filled voice only drove me closer to the orgasm that was teasingly close. Wanting him even closer, I circled my legs around his waist and locked my ankles, the points of my heels digging into his back. Just like me, Josh enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, too, and his lips parted as I pressed my heels in harder.

His thrusts became more chaotic, and watching the pleasure twist his expression, I knew he was just as close as I was. And although I wanted to make it last—to keep him inside of me as long as possible—our chosen location, along with the urgency clawing through me, made that nearly impossible. The same thought appeared to cross his mind, too, and with nimble fingers, he reached between us and pinched my clit while his other hand gripped the side of my neck.

It was all I could do not to scream as my orgasm powered through me. Each part of my body filled with overwhelming pleasure that I could feel bone deep. And as I clenched around Josh, who stilled as he buried himself deep inside of me, I felt the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself into the condom and inside of me.

He came with a low growl and a few expletives as we wrung each other dry. Riding each wave with our eyes locked on each other’s, connected in more than one way.

“Fuck,” he groaned through a few final thrusts as the aftershocks subsided a minute or two later. “I’ve thought about this since the last time we were together. I wanted to take my time with you, but there was no way that was happening the first time.”

He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss before he pulled out of me slowly. He brushed his hands down my legs, still spread in front of him, and removed the condom. As he turned to throw it in the trash bin to his right, I took the opportunity to right myself. Pushing up on the table, I slipped onto the floor, my legs wobbling slightly underneath me. I straightened my dress, pushed a few stray hairs out of my face, and used the cocktail napkin of Josh’s drink to dab at the sweat that had collected on my hairline and the back of my neck.

I knew I looked like I’d been fucked.

“Next time, I want you in my bed, so I can take my time,” Josh said, zipping himself back into his dress pants and retucking his shirt. Apart from his slightly more disheveled hair and maybe a faint blush on his cheeks, he looked the same as he did before we walked into the room.

“Next time?”

“Yes, next time,” he said, walking to me with unhindered confidence in each of his steps and in his voice. He pushed a few additional strands of hair back into my updo and let his fingers fall down my neck and over my exposed shoulder.

The way he was looking at me—with longing and conviction—filled me with unease. I’d seen the same things in Reed’s eyes before he demanded to take me on a date. And each of the reasons I conveyed to Reed still stood for Josh.

It would royally fuck up everything when it went south. Josh also had Zach and Zach’s mom, Sam, to worry about. And along with Reed, Josh had taken well to the bachelor lifestyle, especially since he’d moved in with Reed. Their apartment had been a revolving door of women since they moved in together six months before.

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