Page 55 of Second Chance Ex
And something deep inside of me snaps.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing him by the scruff of his hoodie and pulling him down so I can claim his mouth with my own.
Joey’s big hands cradle my jaw so softly it’s like he’s scared I’m going to break. His gentle touch is in starkcontrast to the way his lips, teeth and tongue demand everything I have. He pushes me up against the wall, grinding into me, and a moan slips out of my mouth and into our kiss.
His hands move down my body, landing at the hem of my sweater. He hurriedly pulls it up, and I tear my lips away from his for long enough to lift my arms, allowing him to pull it up and over my head while I awkwardly kick off my UGGs. I make quick work of my plain cotton bra, tossing it to the floor, and his gaze is full of what can only be described as adoration as it rakes over me. And there’s something about that look; Joey Tanner makes me feel like the most beautiful creation in the world, even when I feel like ass.
Joey releases an unsteady breath, eyes full of hunger as he ducks down, lips attaching to my jaw before peppering kisses down my neck, stopping at that one spot he’s claimed as his own. Licking and sucking relentlessly, his fingers tuck into the waist of my leggings. He drags them down to my hips, toying with the band just enough to drive me wild with wanton lust.
Unfortunately, I’m not as seamless as Joey, and I impatiently begin yanking at the hem of his hoodie, pushing it up as high as I can. Thankfully, he catches on and, in possibly one the hottest moves I’ve ever seen, with one arm he reaches over his shoulder and tugs it off in an effortless move, discarding it to the floor.
I outwardly stare at his glorious form, raking my nails lightly over his smooth, heated skin, feeling each muscle contract with every one of his heaving breaths. My hands stop at the waist of his jeans, fingers hovering at the button. Glancing up at him, I find hiseyes heavily hooded, lips swollen and slightly parted to make way for his labored breaths, and the look in his eyes is one so raw, so undeniably sexy, I can’t believe it’s all because of me.
“I know we need to talk,” Joey rasps, pressing a wet kiss to the sensitive skin just below my ear. His hands trail up my sides, calloused fingers rough yet so soft, eliciting goosebumps to erupt all over. “And we will talk. But right now, I just need you. Like fucking air. I’ve never needed anything more.”
His words alone are enough to make me moan, my legs rendered useless, like Jell-O.
He crouches down, lips fluttering kisses over my chest, his short beard grazing the sensitive skin between my breasts. Searing eyes remain fixed on mine as he cups my left breast before leaning in, licking torturously slowly over the puckered nipple. His other hand trails down over my hip, moving behind me to grip my ass through my leggings.
“Shit,” I hiss, my head dropping back involuntarily when he moves to my other nipple, biting it hard before soothing the painful pinch with the contradicting softness of his tongue.
My fingers drag through his hair, nails scratching the scalp, greedily pressing him into me in a silent plea for more.
Joey falls to his knees, kisses trailing down over my stomach. His tongue swirls in the dip of my belly button, and he looks up at me with the flash of a mischievous grin as he pulls my leggings and panties down, all the way with one swift tug.
“Fuck, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world, Prue,” he murmurs as he presses kisses up theinside of my thigh, dragging his tongue over my skin, taunting me as he inches closer and closer to where I’m throbbing for him. Teasing me with a few lingering kisses to the juncture of my thighs, my heart races violently.
Want and need burn deep inside my belly as that familiar coil tightens at the base of my spine. When Joey’s mouth finally closes over me, when his tongue finally gives me what I need more than life itself with one firm and determined lick, I collapse back against the wall, gripping his broad shoulders, grabbing whatever I can to keep myself upright.
“Ohmigod, yes…” I sigh a shuddering breath, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip, fingers tearing and pulling at Joey’s hair, causing him to groan against me, only adding to the sensation of his lips and tongue.
“So fucking good,” he mutters against me, eyes on mine, breath hot as it fans against my painfully aching pussy. With one hand gripping my hip, the other moves between my legs, thick fingers teasing me, circling my opening before slowly inching inside, causing me to cry out.
Joey drags his tongue over my clit, lapping at it over and over again, flicking it, circling it, watching my reaction the entire time with darkening eyes. When I’m so close, he stops and I whimper in protest, but then with a growl, he sucks my clit between his lips, causing my entire body to convulse, my thighs trembling. It’s so overwhelming, almost too much. I’m nothing more than a panting, quivering mess, desperate for release.
“You’re perfect, baby,” Joey murmurs gruffly. “Fuckingperfect.”
The pad of his thumb takes over from his lips andtongue as he sits back on his haunches, his hooded eyes watching me intently, lips glistening with my arousal. And I’m balancing on the very edge, so close, I can feel my orgasm threatening to release. But just when I’m just about to explode, Joey pulls his hand away from me so fast, causing me to sob in objection.
“No,” I cry.
He presses a slow lingering kiss to my needy pussy, murmuring, “I know, baby.”
“Joey, please, I need it,” I plead pathetically.
“You’ll get it, I promise.” He stands to his full height and, leaning in, he practically growls into my ear, “But I need inside of you,now.”
With one hand, he unfastens his jeans, allowing them to rest dangerously low on his hips, the fly gaping open. He lifts his other hand to his mouth, staring deep into my eyes as he licks and sucks on the same two fingers that were deep inside of me seconds ago, humming in appreciation. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, stifling my own moan. And, with a knowing smirk, Joey takes my hand in his, walking backwards into my bedroom, his heated gaze drinking me in like I’m his dream come true.
When the backs of Joey’s thighs hit my bed, he kicks off his sneakers and rushes to push his jeans and boxers off his legs before lowering himself on the edge of the mattress and pulling me with him.
I straddle his strong thighs, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking deep into his eyes. “Do we need a condom?”
He’s so quick to shake his head, I almost laugh. “I get tested before and after each season, and I haven’tbeen with anyone… since the last time.” He brushes his lips against mine.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I say with a sigh against his lips when the thick head of his cock grazes my swollen clit.
Stopping, Joey pulls back suddenly, his brow furrowed, eyes wide as he stares at me.
