Page 10 of Chasing Storm

“Meeting you after so many years, I never thought I could feel this way about you. I...I thought of you as a dumb thug, with nothing substantial. But…well, you’ve proven me wrong time and again. I’ve fallen hard for you, Joey ‘Storm’ Cooper. I love you more than humanly possible.” I pause, inhaling deep. “In your absence, I feel you on me, inside me, like a phantom limb. Once you told me about the hit on your life, I never gave it a second thought to stay behind, leaving you to run alone. And when you were going to leave me in some unknown town to keep me safe…” I slide to his side and straddle him from the front. He’s avoiding my eyes. “I knew then that I’d rather die than to live without you.” His eyes shift to mine. “So, if that is what you mean by everything…then I guess you’re mine.”

Joey slams his lips into mine. It’s brutal, desperate. Our mouths haunt, invade; sucking oxygen from the other. He fists my hair and I dig my fingers through his black locks that have grown. We’re eager to give and take. Joey’s strength radiates off him. Swollen biceps hold me in place while frantic kisses decorate our skin.

I’m hanging onto him like a vine when he stands to walk into the washroom. Without leaving my mouth, he opens a drawer, shuffles through it, grabbing what he came for. I end the kiss, catch my breath, and look down at his hand. He’s holding a tube of lube. My eyebrows crease.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m always wet and ready for you.”

He grabs the bottom of my camisole and yanks it off, leaving me naked. Then he sheds his boxer briefs, his cock springing to life.

“I said there are some areas on you untouched.”

He brings me back to the bed, tossing me on it, causing me to bounce several times.

“Are you crazy?”

I’m scrambling to get off the other side, but his hand captures my ankle, dragging me toward him and off the bed. He catches me before I hit the floor, and we’re flush against each other. Joey’s eyes darken as a hand cradles my throat, and the other continues to crush me into him.

“Yeah, I’m crazy. But you already knew that.” He licks my cheek. “I’d love a piece of that ass for my birthday gift.”

My breathing kicks up from his desire to have anal sex. I’m afraid. Not of him. It’s the pain I can do without.

I place my hands on his biceps. “Joey…I’m not…”

I’m not what? Ready? I’m not sure I trust him? I’m not in the mood?

His hand tenses on my throat. Not hard, but enough to hold me in place.

“You’re not what, Tea?”

My eyes beg his to think of another birthday gift.

“It’s going to hurt.”

Joey shakes his head slowly. “I’d never hurt you.” The lube fell onto the bed when he tossed me there, so he gestures toward it. “I’ll make sure you’re good, sated, and ready. The lube will help ease me into you.” His hand moves from my throat to my jaw. “If you don’t want to, I’ll have to accept it, but I’d love to experience it with you.”

Why did he have to say that?

“Is it something you’ve—”

“Don’t say it, Tea. We’ve been through this before. Sex prior to our relationship is insignificant. This is about us. I want to have anal sex with you. It’s my birthday wish. Besides, you can’t get pregnant when I fill your ass with cum.”

My expression pinches from fear. Joey’s eyes travel around my face as if memorizing every detail, and then he presses his lips to my forehead, settling them there. His thumbs caress my jawline.

What’s stopping me? I love and trust Joey. There’s no way he’d hurt me, and if I want him to stop, he will. If this is all he wants for his birthday, something I can give him, why not?

In a weak voice, I say, “Okay.”

Joey lifts my face to look at him. “Okay?” I nod and he gives me a wide, full tooth smile. “You won’t regret it.”

I glance away. “I hope not.” Our eyes meet. “But if it hurts or—”

“We stop immediately.”

“Well, let me shower first.”

In the shower, I make sure to give extra care to my butt. I even suds up a finger and insert it to the first knuckle. It doesn’t hurt, yet my finger doesn’t compare to the size of Joey’s cock. I’m almost finished when Joey joins me in the shower. He slips his arms around my waist, kisses my shoulder, whispering how much he loves me, and rocks us from side to side.

“I’m going to make sure this is a memorable experience for you, Tea. Any pain and it ends. Not enjoying it. I stop.”

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