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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Getting In Too Deep

I felt that kiss everywhere. I gasped and he used that moment to slip his tongue past my lips.

Oh God, the taste of him was like crack! As his tongue tangled with mine, the ache between my legs intensified to the point where I had to break the kiss to pant.

My body curved towards his, pressing against him, his hands slid from my hips to grip my butt. And I could definitely feel his dick straining against his shorts urgently where his hips met mine.

He leaned back in to kiss me again, but I turned my head to the side.

“Joel, this isn’t … I don’t think we should …”

“Liar,” he murmured into my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. An involuntary moan rolled up through my throat.

His hand slid up under my dress and pushed my underwear aside, his finger slipping inside my slick folds. My pussy clenched emptily as he stroked me.

“Yep, definitely lying,” he whispered. He was right, damn him! Was I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?

Stuff it! I thought, dragging his head down, pressing my mouth against his. He responded with a groan, his tongue slipping back into my mouth and sending electric pulses shuddering through me.

“Didn’t I always tell you that one day you’d realise you wanted me?” Joel asked cheekily as he broke our kiss to trail his lips along my jaw.

“Don’t spoil the moment, Joel. Just fuck me.”

He responded by lifting me up off the ground and carrying me into his bedroom.

He sat me on the edge of the bed with surprising gentleness and slipped my dress off over my head.

Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he nudged my legs apart and wedged himself between my thighs.

He reached around with one hand and unhooked my bra with practised ease, pressing his searing lips to my shoulder as he pulled it off. He leaned back and just … stared at me.

My pussy throbbed as his gaze roved over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, as I sat on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of Dudz. I bit my lip, a moan slipping between my teeth.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding over my shoulders, my collarbone, and down the valley between my breasts until his hand rested on my navel. He pushed me gently until I fell back against the mattress and he loomed over me.

I swallowed heavily and reached for his waist, tugging his polo shirt up and over his head, exposing his impressive body, those cut abs. My palms met his skin, my fingertips trailing down the hard planes of his chest and across that washboard stomach, feeling the skin ripple under my touch.

Why hadn’t I just given into this a long time ago?

Damn it, Joel had been right! He’d known all along that I was fighting a losing battle against my own desire for him. He’d known it even before I did.

Joel’s hungry gaze devoured me. He pressed the significant length of his body against me, and I gasped as I felt the pressure of his cock on my thigh. My pussy clenched again, wetness soaking my underwear. His mouth found mine, tongue teasing mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip.

His fingers found my nipples. He caressed them with his thumb, then gave them a pinch, earning a squeak of pleasure from me.

He broke away from my mouth, kissing down my chest, towards one cupped breast. His fingers were replaced by his mouth, his tongue laving, flicking, his teeth grazing to a point where pleasure became almost painful.

He slid a hand down my belly, tugging at the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips obligingly and he pulled them down my legs and off. His own shorts and trunks followed, and I gasped as I looked down and caught a glimpse of his thick length as it bobbed against his stomach.

“You like what you see, Mel.” It wasn’t even a question; he knew he was a near perfect specimen of manhood. I responded by reaching down and grasping him, stroking that stunning cock. It jerked in my hand and I panted, giving him a squeeze. I grinned as he choked out a moan, thrusting into my hand.

“This isn’t how I …” he began, then stopped. I wondered what he’d meant to say, but before I had a chance to ask, his lips, his tongue, were teasing my mouth again.

His hand cupped my pussy, his fingers dipping into my dripping entrance, then out again, circling my wetness over my aching clit. I gasped and let my legs fall wider.

Joel ground the heel of his palm against my clit, his fingers thrusting into me. One, then two, stirring me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. I rolled my hips and dug my nails into his back, clutching him closer to me, licking into his mouth.

The tingling started in my toes, an ache spreading out from deep within me.

“I’m so close!” I broke away from his mouth to gasp. He responded by curling his fingers inside me to stroke the hypersensitive, ridged spot as his thumb flicked my clit.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I exploded, crying out as my pussy contracted around his fingers, every muscle in my body spasming with the strength of the orgasm. Joel’s forehead met mine as his fingers continued to thrust gently inside me, slowly bringing me down .

“Mel,” he whispered, and there was some strong emotion in his voice that I couldn’t decipher.

“Yes, Joel?” I responded, reaching down between us and wrapping a hand around his dick once more, guiding him towards me.

He leaned closer, kissing me on the tip of my nose in a surprisingly tender way, and then he was in me. Filling me. Stretching me.

Part of me.

I wrapped my legs tight around his hips and clutched him to me, rocking back and forth in sync with his thrusts.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured against my cheek as he pushed even deeper inside of me, his cock rubbing against my already over-sensitised g-spot, his pelvis grinding against my clit. I felt my body tightening again, that delicious ache building deep within.

I had no space in my brain to stop and think about his words. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my butt, angling me back slightly so his cock rubbed harder against that sensitive spot inside me.

“Oh God, Joel!” I sobbed out, clawing my nails into his back. He leaned back and caught my eyes as my orgasm exploded. I couldn’t look away. I drowned in the ocean of his eyes as I clenched around him, moaning incoherently.

“Was that good?” he asked a moment later, still rocking back and forth inside of me, his hands tangled into my hair as my pussy continued to flutter around his cock in little aftershocks.

I nodded, not trusting my voice at that moment.

“Because that was fucking amazing for me,” he continued, and for a second I wondered how it could have been so amazing when he was still hard and throbbing inside me, still very obviously not finished.

But then he leaned back so he was kneeling and lifted me until I was straddling him, sending all thought fleeing my brain.

His fingers kneaded my butt as I gripped fistfuls of his silky hair.

His lips found mine and he feasted on my mouth, as he continued to rock me back and forth on him.

I moved in sync with him, riding his gorgeous cock, digging my nails into the nape of his neck.

He clutched me tighter to him, burying his head in my shoulder and stifling his own groan as he pulsed inside me, flooding me with heat.

We sat like that for a few moments, just getting our breath back, and then he lowered me back down on the bed and pulled out of me, lying beside me and cuddling me. I nestled into the crook of his arm, like that spot had been made for me.

“Wow!” I breathed. Joel was silent. I turned my head to see whether he’d fallen asleep, but he was watching me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I blushed. I’d just completely lost control of myself, with Joel to boot – the one guy I had always said I wouldn’t touch – couldn’t touch. Shouldn’t touch.

But looking at him now, I couldn’t regret it. What we’d just done was so different from any sex I’d ever had – in the best possible way. It scared me how much I wanted it again already. And not just the orgasms, but the feel of him so close to me. Part of me.

“Mel,” Joel whispered. I rolled towards him and pressed my lips gently to his. This was getting into dangerous territory now. This post-sex snuggling was crossing another line. One that I didn’t think either of us wanted to cross.

“I’d better go shower – we’ve got a party to get to,” I deadpanned, trying to save some face.

I got off the bed and walked to my bedroom without looking back at him.

I don’t know how I managed to shower and do my hair when every fibre in my being was screaming to me to just go back into his room and climb back into bed with him. But I did.

I opened the wardrobe and pulled out the one special dress I’d brought with me; after the dinner debacle in Dubai I always came prepared.

As I stepped into it, I imagined his expression when he saw me in it, before immediately peeling it off me.

And then I had to stop for a second to get my breath back again.

The deep teal green body-hugging sheath dress clung to my thighs, pressing them together and heightening those deliciously achy post-sex sensations.

I spent a good few minutes staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to get my heart under control.

It was just the sex that was making it flutter like this. Just the amazing sex.

Despite my best efforts to remain composed, the second I saw the look on Joel’s face when I walked out of the bedroom, I knew that my expression would be all too readable to him.

“Wow, you look … incredible,” Joel said, his eyes roving over my body before meeting mine. I couldn’t hold his gaze; I felt suddenly shy. I looked down at the sexy green dress I was wearing, with a very rare pair of heels.

“We’d better get going or we’ll be late,” I muttered.