Page 60 of Changing Tides
Joey groaned and tipped their pelvis, lifting them both off the bed. Marianne’s nipples were abandoned while they slipped their boxers off in one motion, flinging them across the room. “Is that better?”
They ran their thumbs back over her nipples until she shuddered as she whispered, “Much better.”
She ran her fingers down to the heat and into the warmth of Joey’s center. Their hips bucked with enough force she nearly ended up on the floor, but she held on, pushing her breast to Joey’s mouth with her free hand. Joey engaged enthusiastically, and the wet warmth of their mouth accompanied a sharp nip that echoed between her legs.
She ran her fingers down wet folds as Joey’s clamp on her nipple tightened. She swept back up and circled their clit.
The sensation became too much, and she swept her hand up into Joey’s hair, stilling their head. They lifted their unfocused gaze to her, and Marianne’s heart swelled as big as her clit. She kissed their swollen lips and pulled away. “Can I go inside?”
Joey made an unintelligible noise from the back of their throat, but the accompanying nod was enough for Mari. She slid inside easily with two fingers and Joey tensed. She curled her fingers and slid in and out a couple more times before Joey grasped her shoulders and rocked forward with a groan, clenching around her fingers so tightly she thought she might not get them back.
Joey eased the iron grip on her shoulders and fell back onto the bed. “Sorry,” they gasped.
Marianne dropped down onto their chest. “Why are you apologizing? That was hot as fuck.” She listened to Joey’s breathing as it slowed.
“I was trying to last longer. It’s been a while.”
She raised up until she could see their flushed face. “Hey, we can do this again. As much as you want.”
Joey pushed up and kissed her. She relaxed into it and Joey lifted her gently onto her back before deepening the kiss. Marianne ran her hands through their hair and pulled them tighter to her. Joey slid a strong hand down her thigh and back up to where her leg joined with her body. She was in no mood for teasing and reached down to guide Joey inside. She was soaking and Joey entered her quickly. They shifted onto one elbow and slipped back in and out, and Marianne groaned.
“More?”
She nodded, unable to form words. Joey eased back in, and she felt herself stretching to accommodate them. She had a need to take as much of Joey as she could. She tilted her head back and her gasps turned into moans. Joey pulled away, took her hand and held it to her clit before they entered her again. They worked up a steady rhythm and Marianne lay back, experiencing every sensation until she’d built to a level where she needed release. Just one stroke across her clit and her climax slammed into her. Through it all, she was aware of Joey watching her as she peaked and screamed through her orgasm.
As her breathing slowed, Joey shifted them both so they were laying face to face. They cradled her face as she tried to settle her heartbeat.
“My turn for an apology. Was that a little loud?”
Joey’s flushed face broke into a grin. “If my dad says anything, I’ll tell him we were watching a horror movie.”
Marianne covered their face with kisses. “We should probably get some sleep.” She turned on her side and pulled Joey tightly against her.
When she woke in the early hours, Joey’s arm was still draped over her. She turned carefully and lay watching them in the moonlight spilling through the window. Their long lashes gave their resting face a soft look and her heart felt full watching them sleep next to her. Joey O’Hara was intoxicating, and she had no idea how she would ever break this habit.
TWENTY-FOUR
Joey squattedon their haunches as they scrubbed away at the fish burned onto the grill and cursed themself for being so careless. They’d let their own desire for Marianne influence them both, and now it had gotten out of control. Last night had been everything they’d ever dreamed of. They knew they’d never come close to anything like it again. But they wanted that feeling to stay forever, and people like Marianne didn’t do forever with people like Joey.
A gentle touch on their shoulder made them jump out of their thoughts and lose balance, and they fell sideways onto the damp grass.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Marianne hauled them up and flung her arms around their neck. “What were you thinking about?” She winked.
“I was thinking I’ve ruined my grill and wasted two perfectly edible fish.” Even to their own ears that sounded miserable and begrudging.
Marianne’s smile disappeared. “Ah. I was hoping for sexier thoughts than that.” Joey noticed she’d come outside wearing nothing more than her underwear and Joey’s favorite shirt. They looked around, then realized they didn’t care if anyone saw.
“Aoife said I could leave Denny at the sleepover as long as I want. We could go back to bed for an hour?” Marianne raised an eyebrow and her smile was seductive.
“I need to get out on the boat.” They did their best to sound matter of fact. “And are you not starving? I’ll make us some breakfast first.”
Marianne dropped her arms and her wounded expression nearly broke Joey’s heart. What were they doing pushing her away? The damage was already done. All they would achieve now would be to hurt Marianne, and that was the last thing they wanted.
They tipped her chin. “I’m sorry. The pots can wait. Go back to bed, and I’ll be in shortly.” They kissed her forehead.
“Are you sure?” Marianne frowned.
“Very sure. Just the thought of you in my bed is making me want to skip breakfast, but I’ll bring coffee.” They grinned and Marianne’s smile returned.
