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#58 Inevitable

Yord and Marcia waved goodbye to us, still wearing nothing but a towel, and rush back into the old warehouse they live in – probably to have some more sex, this time hopefully in a bed and not in another poor, unsuspecting vehicle. Pinky will need some seriously deep cleaning.

I drive off, and shiver when I feel the sexual tension between me and Joshua spike the moment we’re alone. It becomes almost unbearable. It’s like the small space fills with pheromones or hormones or whatever it is that makes people act like horny teenagers. His hand on my leg creeps up so it’s between my legs, rubbing against my pussy through my clothes. I moan and want to pull the car over, but I keep a firm grip on the steering wheel and manage to keep the car from veering off the road. It’s a good thing I have a lot of practice with things like this from back when I was still sleeping with Aston. He loved fingering me in inappropriate places, more than once while I was driving my car.

“Stop it,” I tell Joshua hoarsely. “You’re going to make us crash.”

“You’re an excellent driver,” he insists, smirking at me. “I’m sure I’m safe with you.” He stops moving his fingers, but his hand remains dangerously close to my pussy, making it difficult for me to concentrate.

I manage to get us to his apartment safely, and the moment I park the car, we’re all over each other. He groans into our kiss and one hand moves between my legs, rubbing hard and fast, while the other grabs my hair, pulling at it just hard enough to make me moan. He’s a lot rougher than I expected him to be, fueled by the desperate urgency that consumes me too.

“Fuuuuck,” he grunts when I grab his cock through his sweatpants. He’s already rock-hard, and I moan at how good he feels in my hand.

“Let’s go inside,” I suggest when he starts kissing my neck.

“Right,” Joshua realizes. “Why fuck in the car when we could be naked in my bed?”

It takes us a moment to actually pull away from each other, because it feels like a part of me dies the moment we stop touching. We both jump out of the car and I lock it while Joshua opens the door to his apartment. The moment he steps into the hallway, I pretty much attack him, my legs going around his waist. He pushes me up against the half-open door behind me, making it slam shut.

“Oh,” I moan when I feel his erection rubbing against my pussy through the yoga pants I’m wearing. I’m torn between breaking away from him to get both of us naked as fast as possible and staying right where I am, enjoying the way he’s kissing me hungrily and grinding against me with so much force that it knocks the breath out of me.

“Are you sure?” Josh asks between kisses. “I can wait if that’s what you need.”

“Hell no,” I reply immediately. Right now, I can’t believe we waited this long to begin with. How the fuck did I ever think of him as a cute young puppy? The person making my skin tingle with electricity isn’t a puppy, and he doesn’t feel younger than me. He’s every bit as skilled as any other guy I’ve been with, and he feels way, way better.

When Joshua’s bad leg starts to tremble from holding my body up against the wall – he’s still in physical therapy, after all – I slide down his body until I’m on my knees, tugging at his sweats to reveal his cock. My lips wrap around it, and he grabs my hair, pushing into me hard. I almost gag, and he grunts an apology, trying to control his lust enough to keep still.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groans when I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that’s already leaking out. He tastes sweeter than I thought he would, and I moan around him, already imagining him filling me up.

“Bedroom?” I propose when I get back up and pull the button-up shirt Christopher gave me over my head. Joshua grunts in approval and grabs my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

“I want you so bad,” he breathes, looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes with a hint of gray in them. “I’ve wanted you for months now.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, tugging at his shirt, wanting to see all of him.

“And you’re sure you want this?” Joshua asks again, his hand disappearing into my pants. He inhales sharply when he realizes I left my panties in the grass next to the pool. “You’re so wet, Franny…”

I can’t take this anymore. I need him. Now.

I push him into the bedroom and we tumble onto his bed, our hands all over each other. My pants come off, and finally we’re both completely naked, just like we were when we first kissed.

I’ve never been naked during a first kiss before. I’m not sure if that’s why we’re this turned on right now, or if it’s just because it’s been a long time coming. It sure feels like this was what was supposed to happen all along. I loved James, and I was really into Thomas, but neither of them felt like this. This… inevitable.

“Fran?” Josh asks softly while he caresses my skin and I squeeze his tight ass. “I need to ask one more time… are you absolutely sure?”

God, it’s such a turn-on how he manages to control himself just to make sure that I won’t regret this. That I want this. That I’m consenting a hundred percent.

“Yes,” I assure him, pulling him even closer against me and kissing him hard. “I’m sure.”

“Good,” he grunts, flipping me to my back and moving on top of me. “Because I really don’t want to stop.”

His cock is already at my entrance, teasing me. I grab his ass and buck my hips, guiding him into me. Joshua inhales sharply and slides in completely, hitting my G-spot so perfectly that I moan louder than before, already writhing underneath him, wanting more. Harder. Faster.

“You feel so good,” he breathes, kissing me softly. His moves are slow now, like he wants to savor the moment, but I’m in no mood for that. We can do that later, during our second or even third round. Not now. Not when I need him to take me like he owns me.

“Fuck me,” I plead, digging my nails into his skin. “Fuck me, Josh.”

He takes one more moment to kiss me and look into my eyes with tenderness, but then he starts moving for real, taking me so hard that I can’t help but cry out, already on the verge of an orgasm. I don’t know what it is – he just makes me feel so… alive.

“Oh God,” he grunts, already starting to shake. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He’s close and he doesn’t want to disappoint me by coming undone too soon, but I’m on the edge myself, and I don’t need him to take his time. I just want him to let go, so I wrap my legs around him to force him into me even deeper.

“Come for me,” I order him, my voice hoarse. “I wanna feel you fill me up.”

His moves become erratic now, his body crushing mine into the mattress while he pants and shudders, so close to the edge. I push him up just a little so I can pinch my own nipples, and that small feat sends me flying over the edge so hard that I shout out his name, my walls clenching around him. Joshua lets out a shaky breath while his whole body tenses, and then he’s coming as well, pressing his face into my hair while he does.

I wrap my arms around him to hold him in place for a moment, enjoying how his cock is still twitching inside of me while I ride the last waves of pleasure. When I’m no longer trembling like a leaf, Joshua rolls off of me, lying on his back while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Fuck, that was…”

“Yes, it was,” I agree, turning to my side so I can snuggle up to him. I kiss his cheek, his neck, then his chest, resting my head there while we both catch our breaths.

“I swear I normally last longer,” Joshua murmurs, rubbing my back. “You’re just… fuck, Fran, you’re so sexy it should be illegal.”

I giggle and prop myself up on my elbow so I can kiss him softly. “You can prove how long you can hold out in a few minutes, when I’m up for round too.”

“Fuck yeah.” He pulls me on top of him, crushing his lips to mine. His teeth nip at my bottom lip and I gasp, our tongues finding each other. Electricity jolts through me again, and I can tell it’s the same for him. His cock is already jumping back to life underneath me, twitching against my leg.

I shift so my pussy presses up against him, and I sit up to straddle him, wanting to sink down on him and feel him fill me up again.

“No,” Joshua says in a dark voice. “Not so soon, Franny.” He pushes me down onto the mattress and kisses his way down my body, spending a lot of time on my nipples. He sucks, licks and nips at them, making me squirm. He moves from one to the other multiple times, driving me insane. And when he finally moves further down, he grabs my boobs in his hands to keep tugging at my nipples with his deft fingers, causing me to moan loudly way before his tongue even finds my clit.

“Oh!” I mewl, bucking my hips so his face gets pressed against my pussy as his tongue laps up our combined juices. He doesn’t even seem to mind that his cum is leaking out of me still. He eats me out like he’s starving, groaning while he does, sending shivers up and down my spine from the deep, throaty sound.

Right when I’m on the verge of another orgasm, he stops and kisses my thighs, ignoring my pleas to go back to what he was doing. My whole body tenses and I move my hand down to my clit without even deciding to do so.

“Oh no, you don’t get to touch yourself,” Joshua says when he sees what I’m doing, grabbing my hands and pinning them at my sides. “That’s my job.”

“Then finish what you started,” I groan, too horny to care how desperate I’m sounding.

“In a minute,” Joshua teases, kissing his way up to my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I run my hands over his body, feeling every muscle, the hairs on his stomach that turn me on so much, and then I knot my hands in his hair, trying to push and pull until his face is back between my thighs.

“So impatient…” He chuckles and kisses my wet folds before finally flicking his tongue over my center, again and again, until I’m on that edge again, wanting nothing more than to jump off and explode into a million different colors.

He stops.

Again.

“Noooooo…” I moan, pulling at his hair. “Please, please, please.”

“I like you like this,” Joshua grunts, kissing back up to my breasts and sucking my left nipple into his mouth. His fingers find the other one, pinching it hard.

I cry out and feel myself getting close to the edge again, merely from his attention on my breasts. His free hand makes its way between my legs, moving in torturously slow circles over my clit. Once again, he gets me right up to the point that I’m seconds from reaching my peak, and then he stops and comes back up to kiss me tenderly.

“Fuck you,” I say, my entire body screaming at him to make me come.

He laughs. “It’ll feel so good in a moment, baby. We rushed our first time. I want every single nerve in your body hum with pleasure when I make you come a second time. We’ve got all night.”

“All night?” I breathe. “I can’t take this all night long, Josh. I will go insane.”

“We’ll see about that.” He takes sweet time stroking and kissing his way back down, and this time he doesn’t even touch me, just hovers over me while his hot breath fans my pussy. Every time I buck my hips, he pushes me back down, but he doesn’t touch me, not where I want him to.

“Josh,” I breathe, tears in my eyes. Fuck me, I’m desperate. “Please.”

“Begging won’t help,” he teases, flicking his tongue over me just once.

“Please,” I beg, shaking with need. “Make me come, Josh.”

“Patience,” he insists. He does start licking me again, but he does it so torturously slow that I’m writing beneath him, wanting more. Needing more.

I keep begging him to go faster, be rougher with me, make me come, but he remains in complete control, keeping me on the edge for what feels like hours, until I’m almost crying, tears threatening to spill over any second now.

“Okay,” he breathes, looking up at me from between my legs. “Now you can come.” Before I can even brace myself, he sucks my clit into my mouth while his fingers plunge into me, and I cry out so loudly that I feel like the entire neighborhood must be able to hear me. With just a few more pumps of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, I come undone, the orgasm rocking every nerve in my body, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me so hard that I whimper.

He slows his pace, but keeps pleasuring me, prolonging my orgasm as long as he possibly can, his hands pressing me down onto the mattress to keep me still while he keeps flicking his tongue over my center time and time again. I moan and writhe, feeling like I’m stuck in this intense orgasm that just doesn’t seem to die down.

“Hmm,” he hums against me. “Told you it would feel good.”

I can’t even answer. My body is a puddle, not able to move a single inch.

Holy. Shit.

“W-what…” I stammer when he lies down next to me, nuzzling my neck.

“I love hearing you moan,” Joshua says, kissing me softly. “Hearing you beg. Tasting you… Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

“That was…” I can’t even finish my sentence.

“I’m done with you yet, Franny,” he promises me, squeezing my hip. “Trust me. We’re nowhere near done.”

“Oh,” I moan when his fingers enter me, curling to find my G-spot, rubbing it hard while he sucks on my neck. My body is still so responsive to his touch that I’m right back on the edge. He keeps me there for a long time once more, stopping every time I think he might let me cross over the line.

“Do you want me?” he asks seductively.

“Yes,” I cry out when he flicks my clit. “Yes yes yes!”

Joshua pulls me on top of him and grabs my hips, guiding me down on him while he groans in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He trusts up into me again and again, keeping me firmly in place with his form grip. Theoretically, I should have the control in this position, but he’s the one calling the shots. I’m just along for the ride. A wild, wet, exciting ride that has me reaching my peak while he fucks me hard, my pussy spasming desperately, forcing him to come with me.

I collapse on top of him when we’re done, completely spent. He did all the work, but I still feel like I ran a goddamn marathon. He rubs my back until I’m able to roll off him, still trembling like a leaf.

“You’re okay, right?” he asks, his voice sweet like it usually is, the dark seductive edge gone now that we’re not in the hot throes of sex anymore.

“Yeah,” I breathe, running my hand over his arm, up his shoulder and knotting it in his blonde curls, tugging gently. “Fuck, Josh, that was… I had no idea that you… I mean… wow.”

He smirks and moves in for a sweet kiss. “That’s nice to hear.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, already drifting off to sleep. He fucked me into complete submission, ready to succumb to exhaustion.

“I guess round three will have to wait until tomorrow,” Joshua teases, kissing my neck. “You’re staying the night, right?”

“Sure,” I mumble, rolling onto my side so I can snuggle up to him. It’s not like I’m in any state to drive right now. No fucking way. My legs don’t even work anymore.

Josh strokes my hair and draws patterns on my back with his fingers until I sink into blissful nothingness, feeling safe and warm under the blankets, my body wrapped around his.

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