Page 7 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Two

“ N ow who’s forward?” Joel’s voice was low again and definitely on purpose.

I tried to stand but he’d already wrapped his arms around my waist. I gave up my attempt when he pulled me back until I was leaning against his chest and fully on his lap.

I squirmed to where I was cradled somewhere between his lap and the arm rest—not that there was enough space for both of us.

As I did so, Joel ran his right hand from my hip down my thigh and gripped my knee.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Just making sure you’re secure. Don’t worry, Aubrey. I’m not trying to put any moves on you. I have a touch more class than that.”

“Really?” I narrowed my eyes at him as I awkwardly searched for somewhere to set my left arm without it touching him or being too uncomfortable. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”

He shrugged.

“What, no comeback?”

Joel looked up at me and smiled. “Nope.”

“Fine. Be that way.” I squirmed a bit more, trying to make sure I wasn’t putting too much pressure on him.

“What are you doing?” Joel’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at me expectantly.

“I’m just…” I trailed off, then mumbled the rest. “Trying to make sure I’m not hurting you.”

“First, you aren’t hurting me. Second, why are you worried about that?”

“Because I’m sitting on you.”

“Ah, yes.” Joel smirked, like he knew exactly what I meant but didn’t care. “Maybe I like it.”

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came.

Joel took my silence and filled it by agonizingly slowly dragging his hand from my knee and up to my thigh. He curved his hand so that his fingers were pressing between my thighs. He was dangerously close, and he knew it. He was teasing me to see how I’d react.

And I knew I should stop him. I should get up and walk away.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t know a single thing about this guy and yet, I was leaning in to kiss him.

The moment my lips tentatively met Joel’s, he gripped my thigh tightly and pulled me by my waist. I caressed his cheek while he deepened the kiss, tugging at my lips. His ferocity had my heart racing. I was growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Which, eventually, made me begrudgingly pull back.

“How do you even know I’m available?” My voice was hoarse, and I desperately needed something to drink.

Joel cleared his throat, looking at me confused. “You don’t have anyone here.”

“They could be back at school.”

“You haven’t pulled away from me. In fact, you are the one that just kissed me.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m available.”

“Fine, Jenny told me.”

I slowly nodded my head and worked my jaw back and forth, making a mental note to berate her later. No wonder she was so adamant about the clothes I was wearing. And her comments about hooking up suddenly made so much more sense.

“What does it matter? The fact that I already knew.”

“Just making sure you aren’t a prick who doesn’t give a shit.”

Joel quickly wrapped his right hand around my hip and adjusted before pulling me until I was fully facing him with my knees on either side of him.

My heart was pounding throughout my whole body, reverberating through my ears. I could feel him growing harder and I fought the urge to push my hips into him.

“Trust me, Baby. I’m not some guy who doesn’t give a shit.”

Joel didn’t give me a chance to respond or to even think about his words before his lips were back on mine. His hands gripped at my hips, pulling at me.

This time, I didn’t hold back. I pushed my hips forward with his encouragement.

Joel pulled his lips from mine just enough to drag them down my neck. I leaned my head backwards to give him more access.

He’d just made it to my collarbone when I heard someone whoop. We both froze in place for a moment then Joel lifted his lips and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“We have an audience.”

I softly dug my fingers into his back.

“Don’t worry, they’re all drunk.”

“Should we go inside?” I blurted.

Joel pulled back and looked up at me. “Oh?”

“Don’t think too much into it.” I teased but already knew what was going to happen.

And this was far from over.

A one-night stand fling wasn’t the same thing as sleeping with someone on the first date. That had expectations for more. Grounds, boundaries, and rules to be set.

This was just sex with someone I’d never see again.

Right?

Right.

…Right?

I didn’t get another moment to contemplate it before Joel’s lips were on my neck again.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

“Oh?” Joel muttered.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” I whispered again, not looking down at him.

“Let’s go inside, like you said.” Joel didn’t wait for me to say anything else before he shifted forward. He tried to stand with me still on his lap, but I pushed away, standing on my own first.

I took his hand and led him to the back door. Joel caught up quickly and wrapped his free hand around my waist.

Before we opened the door, Joel spun me around and pressed me against the door. His lips met mine in a tiny moment of tenderness before he reached past and turned the knob, letting us into the house.

He walked me backwards, still kissing me on and off, until I felt the wall against my back.

Joel’s hands slipped under my shirt and slowly crept up to the bottom of my breasts. “Making it easy for me, eh?” Joel teased when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Trust me, none of this was for you.” I teased back. I half expected him to get irritated by my words.

Instead, it spurred him on.

“Oh? Is that so?”

I nodded and bit my lip as his right hand slid up over my breast and he rubbed my nipple with his thumb. I held back a small whimper.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this. Someone who did more than just the bare minimum before sex.

“Because I’m pretty sure that I’m the reason you’re holding back that moan.”

“You think too much,” I whispered.

Flawlessly, Joel managed to unbutton my shorts with one hand. I inhaled sharply when his hand slipped under the band, and I nearly yelped as his middle finger slid right to where my clit was.

“Oh really? Because I’m damn sure you’re wet because of me.”

“Shut up,” I attempted but my voice faltered.

“Fuck, Aubrey. You’re really fucking wet.” Joel moved his finger in slow, agonizing but damn good circles then rubbed up and down, lingering in each spot just long enough to taunt me.

The way he said my name had my knees buckling. I fisted my hands in his shaggy hair and tugged, causing Joel to moan into my mouth as his tongue darted around.

I was nearly paralyzed, trying to take it all in, while he was moving expertly. But the moment he pulled back, I nearly collapsed.

I watched as he pulled his shirt off, letting it fall beside me. I slowly eased my shorts down, over my hips and let them fall as well. I took two steps out of them, easing him backwards and towards my room. As we walked in tandem, I worked to unbutton his jeans.

I was just about to push them off his hips when I heard the door open and loud voices coming in.

Looking over his shoulder, it was two of Jenny’s friends drunkenly stumbling together. Joel’s body blocked them from seeing me half naked. “Where’s the bathroom?” one of them asked. I pointed in the opposite direction of us, hoping they’d find Jenny’s and we could disappear.

Joel started laughing when they disappeared around the corner.

“It’s not funny! If they weren’t so drunk…” I trailed off.

“Come on, admit it. It’s kind of fun to almost get caught, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t disagree. There was an electricity flooding through my body that I’d never felt before.

He took my silence as if I was agreeing. In one quick motion, he pulled the hem of my shirt up. He was about to uncover my breasts when I wrapped my hands over his.

“They’ll be back out any minute.”

“And? From this angle, they won’t see anything. Except that tattoo of a raven on your back.”

My mouth dropped open.

Normally, I wouldn’t be anywhere near this close to being caught. But they were bumbling drunks. And Joel had the perfect voice for melting me. Plus, his lips and the way he touched me…

“Fuck me,” I enunciated my words, staring straight into Joel’s eyes as I said the two words.

Within seconds, my shirt was hitting the floor and Joel’s jeans were coming off. We became the two bumbling fools, hands everywhere, lips anywhere, and clothes everywhere before my back hit my bed and I heard Joel kick the door shut.

Joel stood at the end of the bed, staring over me.

“What are you waiting for?” I teased, giving him a onceover. My eyes froze the moment I saw just how huge he was. And how hard he was.

And damn, did I want him.