Page 56 of Second Chance Ex
Confused, I almost groan at the pause. “What? What’s wrong?”
“You haven’t been with anyone since… sinceme?”
When he says the words back to me, I realize now that it probably is kind of a big deal. But I really don’t feel like getting into it right now, so all I do is nod.
“Prue,” he whispers, just staring at me.
And in that moment, I take the opportunity to stare deep into those beautiful eyes of his, the eyes that I’ve missed more than I’ve allowed myself to admit. I’ve spent so long wishing for this very moment, to see not only the need and desperation in his gaze, but the adoration and the uninhibited love. The look in Joey’s eyes goes straight to my heart because I know, without a doubt, he’s been wishing for this moment too.
I lean in, pressing my lips to his. I suck hard on his bottom lip, biting it between my teeth before pushing my tongue inside his warm, delicious mouth. And then, I shift my hips just enough, feeling him right there at my center where I need him. And, with a shuddering breath, I allow myself to slowly ease down, his thick, silky length filling me inch by glorious inch until we’re connected in a way I’ve never felt connected to another person; mind, body and soul.
“Fuck, baby…” Joey groans, his head falling back.
He grabs my hips hard, fingers biting my skin. I’msure I’ll bruise, but I don’t care. I want to bruise. I want the memory of him, ofthis, marked on my skin for days to come.
“I’ve missed this so much,” his whispered words are hoarse, like his voice is caught at the back of his throat.
I rock slowly at first, adjusting to his size, back and forth, side to side, twisting my hips just enough, my walls clenching around him. A feral groan falls from his lips, and I duck my head, trailing my tongue over his exposed throat, over the jut of his Adam’s apple, sucking his skin, biting until he hisses a string of uttered curses. He looks at me, his eyes dark and intense, a deep crease etched between his brow. It almost looks as if he’s in pain, at least it would if it weren’t for the shit-eating grin ghosting his lips.
“I need you to ride me, baby,” he rasps. “Be a good girl and fuck me hard.”
I feel him shift beneath me, his dick pushing even deeper inside me, and I gasp when he reaches that one spot that makes my whole body ignite. My lips part to make way for my breathless pants, but he covers my mouth with his, pushing his tongue deep inside, urging my hips to move with his strong, forceful hands. I grind into him, hard, crying out against his lips when the intensity hits me deep. But I don’t stop. I ride him harder and harder, rolling my hips, my clit rubbing against his pelvis. Joey groans, and our sounds drown out the silence.
An overwhelming hum vibrates throughout my entire being as Joey’s fingers dig into my ass, gasping me hard. He covers my breasts with sloppy kisses as I continue my relentless assault, fucking him just as hard as he begged me to, and then some.
I trail a hand down between my breasts, continuing farther south, over my stomach, between our heated bodies slick with sweat, and I touch myself, all inhibitions suddenly diminished.
Joey looks down, watching my hand, my fingers circle my clit, his gaze heated with an almost savage look. And then he does something I wasn’t expecting, something filthy and unexpectedly hot, I’m rendered a little shocked. With his eyes on mine, he spits on his hand, and then he takes over, rubbing me in earnest, his hips bucking, meeting mine with thrusts full of a determination that mirrors my own. He hits me deep, a wave of blissful euphoria coming over me, shuddering through me, my entire body convulsing.
“Joey, I’m g-going to c-come!” I cry out, shocking myself with my own wavering voice. It doesn’t even sound like me.
Just before I can reach my crescendo, I’m suddenly lifted into the air, thrown down onto the bed with effortless force, Joey’s body flanking mine, consuming me completely.
He pulls my knee up, and then my leg, bending me in a way I didn’t know my body could still bend, my calf resting on his broad shoulder. He’s relentless. Grunting with every one of his obliterating thrusts. Reaching a delicious new angle, that same bubble swelling in the pit of my belly, threatening to claim me at any moment. I drag my nails down over his ropey arms that have me caged in, and he dips his head, burying his face into my neck. His lips move to the shell of my ear and he kisses me, licks and nibbles on my lobe.
We’re both desperate, our sounds animalistic andraw, skin slapping against skin. This is primal fucking at its best. Something I’ve never experienced before. And a plethora of contradicting emotions begins to affect me in a way I never imagined; I’m either going to burst into a flood of unexplainable tears, or spontaneously combust. I don’t know which. Maybe both.
“Fuck, Prue, your hot little cunt is gonna make me come so fuckin’ hard, baby.” Joey grunts, words filthy, breath hot as his lips graze my ear. He slams into me so hard it’s almost painful, but the good kind of painful. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and that thought is almost enough to send me over the edge. It’s me.Hecan’t get enough ofme.
I whimper, biting down on his shoulder to stifle my strangled, incomprehensible words.
“Be a good girl and use your words, baby.” Joey peppers kisses over my jaw, pulling back enough to stare deep into my eyes.
And it’s that look, combined with his words that push me into the dizzying oblivion. “Fuck, Joey. I’m c-coming!”
“My eyes, Prue!” he orders, his voice deep and authoritative. Thrusting into me, he draws out my orgasm with every delicious roll of his hips. “I need you to fucking look at me when you come, baby. Always,” he grunts, his voice broken and strained. “Show me it’s because of m-me. No one else. J-just…me.”
Barely able to keep my eyes open as the wave courses through me, I meet his intense gaze, the look on his face pure sex. And with one final thrust, he stills deep inside, his entire body tensing before a shudder racks through him, the sound that comes from the backof his throat low and deep and downright wild. He falls apart right above me, looking deep into my eyes with an inexplicable mutter of words before burying his face into the crook of my neck with a throaty groan.
Joey collapses on top of me, completely spent, his weight comforting. And as our aftershocks tremble through our depleted bodies, we lie together, coming down from our highs, a sweaty tangle of limbs and racing hearts.
I drag my nails down over his back and he presses feather-light kisses to my shoulder, the bridge of his nose tracing the curve of my neck, breathing me in.
After a few silent beats, Joey pulls back, looking at me through the muted light, and when our eyes meet something unexpected passes between us, and even if it’s just in this moment, everything feels right.
Istare at the far wall, watching the morning shadows dance against theFluffy Mallowcanvas, listening to Prue’s gentle snores as she sleeps soundly in front of me. I can’t help but grin. Yeah, she snores; she always refused to believe me when I told her. Not that I was ever making fun of her; her soft little snores are adorable. I used to love these moments, lying beside her in that morning-after bliss, just listening to her sleep, her warm, soft, naked body curled up beside me.
I woke not long ago, momentarily jarred by the fact that I was naked, in bed, spooning my girl. For a second, I had to remind myself what year it was; was I stuck in a dream from the past, or had I woken up two years ago? But then the memory of last night came flooding back to me, and now I’m too scared to move because if I know Prue—which I do, better thananyone—I know the second she wakes up she’s going to freak out and get all fucking awkward. Her mind will be a big old mess of conflicting thoughts that bounce between confusion and regret and denial. So, I’m taking advantage of this moment right now, to bask in everything Prue, and the reminder of just how perfect we once were, how perfect we can be again if she’s willing to give us a chance.
