Josh sure as shit did not feel guilty.
He felt horny, hungry, and ready to fucking explode.
She was lying across her bed with her shirt ripped apart, her sexy bra still in place, and nothing on from the waist down. As if that wasn’t enough, she had raised her foot to rest on the edge of the mattress, and he could now see her glistening, plump lips weeping for him.
“I don’t feel guilty at all. I just don’t want to talk about your father right now,” he told her as he reached down, unsnapping his own jeans at a record pace.
“Well, I can understand that,” she told him as though she wasn’t lying there naked and open to him. “But, Josh, you need to understand something.”
Josh stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and then pulled his shirt over his head. He stopped, completely naked, and raised a brow.
“What? What is it I need to understand, Georgia?”
Shelly couldn’t remember.
She had been about to tell him something. But after he had lost the shirt and pants, her eyes had latched onto his built chest, where an intricate little symbol was inked onto his right pec, and all thoughts had left her head. Slowly, as her eyes glanced at his impressive hard-on, she licked her lips, and then raised her eyes to his.
“Huh?”
A slow, sensual smile spread across his lips as he moved to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he slid a long finger slowly through her wetness.
Sucking in a deep breath, Shelly let her bent leg fall open into a wide straddle.
“You don’t have a shy bone in your sexy-as-sin body, do you, Shel?”
Keeping her eyes on his, she asked, “No. Should I?”
“No, you sure as hell shouldn’t,” he breathed out, reaching down to grip the ankle of her bent leg. Tugging her down until her ass was at the edge of the bed, he kept hold of her ankle in his hand, pushing her leg back toward her body.
Holy fuck, the way his eyes are looking over me—it’s making me so goddamn hot. I’m surprised I haven’t set the mattress on fire.
“Do I need to get something?” he asked, his eyes battling for where they should look.
His voice, so low and deep, felt as if it had vibrated right through her. Shelly tried to comprehend what he was asking, but she was coming up blank. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
“Shel?” he asked with a little more force, tightening the grip on her ankle. “Do I need protection?”
“Oh,” she sighed, shaking her head.
She lowered her eyes and raised her hips. “I’m on birth control. So, unless you think—”
“I’m not thinking much about anything but getting inside of you. I’m safe. It’s been months. You?”
“I’m good, too,” she sighed, her eyes now moving down to his pulsating cock that was so close yet still so damn far away from her.
“Well, in that case—”
“In-that-case discussion is over, Josh,” she almost whined. Shelly watched as a feral grin met those sexy lips of his. “Please?” she added, batting her eyelashes.
She watched as he looked to the side. He reached out, grabbing a pillow. Shelly felt even more moisture pool down between her thighs, knowing exactly what he had planned.
“Lift up,” he told her in a deep gruff voice.
Raising her naked hips, she watched as Josh placed the pillow beneath her, making her the perfect height to his own.
Reaching down his own body, he gripped that fantastically hard cock in his hand, and Shelly thought she might come from that alone.
He lifted his burning gaze from her aching body and moved closer, dragging his hot tip through her weeping folds.
“Now, Georgia?”
“Yes?” Shelly panted, feeling her body contract with each slow delicious slide of him against her throbbing clit.
“Do you need something to scream into?”
Shelly felt both her eyebrows raise at that as she asked, “Scream, huh?”
Josh nodded, gripping her hips tight, as he thrust his cock so deep and hard inside of her that she had a hard time keeping a scream from leaving her mouth. Instead, she bit her lip with so much force that she thought she might draw blood.
When he was buried to the hilt in her warmth, he stilled and looked down at her, trying to get a hold of his breathing. “So?” he asked on a panting breath. “Do you need something, Georgia?”
Feeling her breath coming fast and her body contracting from the thick intrusion of his body, Shelly lifted her legs to his hips and wrapped them around his ass. She then reached down and brought the end of her shirt to her mouth. “Do your best, rock star,” she challenged, and then clamped her teeth around the material.
Josh gripped her naked hips and hauled her tighter to his body, if that was possible. He felt like his cock was encased in a warm fist. Although she was dripping wet, she was so tight that Josh thought he might have hurt her at first, but no, it was clear that Shelly was ready to enjoy the ride.
Rocking his hips a little, Josh closed his eyes and groaned.
“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” she asked from below.
Opening his eyes, he noticed Shelly had removed her shirt from her mouth and now had her hands busy, squeezing her bra-covered breasts.
“Pull it down,” he instructed, watching as she immediately obeyed.
He flexed his hips, and she moaned softly as she pinched her tight nipples.
“Make me scream, Josh.”
Never one to disappoint a lady, Josh gripped her hips and ass and started to slowly pull out of her snug body. Her eyes latched onto his, and her hips chased his as he thrust home.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he hissed, starting to move his hips at a fast and steady clip.
He couldn’t slow down. The climax was barreling down his spine, urging him toward completion. There was not a damn thing he could do about it.
Looking down at the sexy woman below him, he watched as one of her hands slid down her body to where his cock was sliding in and out, and then she touched him. Her flirty little fingers stroked his wet cock with each pull out and every thrust back in until his climax gripped him hard, and he gritted his teeth. He felt her body grip his cock tight while he heard her muffled scream. He clenched his jaw and flew over the edge of sanity with her.
Later that night as they sat around the dining room table, Josh started to wonder how he could have gone from feeling such bliss only an hour or so earlier to such extreme awkwardness.
Dinner was painful as he sat opposite Shelly while her mother and father sat on each end. At least, the food, roast beef and vegetables, was absolutely delicious. As the meal was winding down, Josh could sense a shift in the air. Now that the small talk was over, it seemed the real stuff was about to happen.
He just wasn’t sure what the “real stuff” involved.
Josh had been right in his first opinion of Dr. Lawrence Monroe. He did look like the actor Robert Redford. He had sandy blonde hair that was a little longer than a classic, clean cut, and his eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to slice right into you without a second thought. Did I mention the man is tall?
By the looks of him, he was tall and strong, not at all fitting Josh’s picture of a doctor. Usually, doctors were wiry, lean, and intellectual. Not this guy—this guy looked like a tough quarterback.
“So, Joshua, what is it that you do?”
“Here we go,” Shelly muttered as she picked up her glass of red wine.
“What? I’m just askin’ the boy what he does for a livin’,” her father told her matter-of-factly.
“He’s not a boy, Father, and you weren’t just asking. You’re judging when you have no room to.”