Page 32 of Soft Rebound (Mad City Moments #2)
Liz
A fter he’s fucked me into next week, Joe cleans me up, and the combined experience feels so earthy, so carnal, that my whole body clenches as if to say, More. More of this. Fucking own me .
“Thanks for cleaning me up,” I whisper. “That’s ... another first for me.” I’m still not moving. Is it weird that I’m not moving? How long is it okay to stay on your knees with your ass up in the air before it becomes weird?
Joe sits next to me, on the edge of my bed. “While I’m very glad to have a bunch of firsts with you, I’m really sorry that douchebag you almost married hasn’t done things that, honestly, I always thought were pretty standard.”
“Can I ask you something?” I ask.
“Sure.”
“Could you maybe fuck me like this again—”
He grins. “Anytime you like.”
“But, like, even harder? And maybe use your belt?”
His back stiffens. “You want me to use my belt?”
“Yeah. To maybe tie my hands behind my back.” I move my hands to the small of my back. I’m still face down, ass up, kneeling beside him at the edge of the bed.
His eyes bulge out and he rubs his head. “Jesus Christ. Yes. Yes, I could definitely do that.” He looks down at his crotch. “And probably sooner than you think.”
I giggle. “Hold that thought.” I feel a little embarrassed and more than a little aroused in a way that’s new and exciting. I push myself up and off the bed. “I do need to go to the bathroom for a second. Maybe you can get us some water or something in the meantime.”
He nods and gets up a little awkwardly. He is almost completely hard again. “Probably for the best,” he says. “Give the blood a chance to get back to my head.”
I don’t take too long, and when I’m out, I find him sprawled on top of the covers, legs straight and crossed at the ankles, hands behind his head. Naked and completely relaxed. When he notices me, a huge grin stretches his mouth and he extends one arm toward me, inviting me to join him.
I am almost floored by a surge of affection. I’m in so much trouble.
But I join him on top of the covers, my head on his shoulder, arm and leg thrown over him.
“So you want me to tie you up?” he says.
I chuckle. “I’m glad your hearing’s perfect.”
“And I take it it’s not something you’ve done before?”
“Honestly, it’s not something I’ve thought about ever until you just railed me to within an inch of my life. But there, in that position, I felt I needed more of it. Like, less power. Having you do whatever you wanted with my body. I felt ... like I needed it.”
He strokes my hair absentmindedly.
“Joe?”
“I’m listening,” he says. “I think this means you trust me. You trust me to take care of you. Give you what you need.”
I nod against his chest. “I do. I really do. Maybe it’s weird, but I do.”
He tilts my chin toward his lips and gives me a sweet, long, closed-mouthed kiss. Still holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he meets my eyes and says, “I’m gonna take such good care of you, you’ll never want to put on clothes ever again.”
We both drink some water, and then he props up a pillow against the wall and sits up. “Show me your toys,” he says.
“Toys?” It comes out as a squeal. I’m surprised and a bit embarrassed. “How do you know I have toys?”
He raises one eyebrow. “Don’t you?”
I lower my eyes. “I do,” I say, get up and pull out the drawer from the nightstand, and put it on the bed between us. “I don’t have a lot...”
He looks at my small collection. Three vibrators, one dildo, lube, and an unopened butt plug.
He goes immediately for the butt plug. “Is this something you like?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it. I just ... wanted to get it when I saw it.”
Joe reaches out to stroke my cheek. “You know I’ll do anything you want, right?”
I nod, still a little self-conscious and a bit emotional. “I’d like to ... try stuff. With you. Everything we’ve done so far has felt so good ... and I know there’s more. I’d never wanted to see what else is there before.”
“Oh, fuck, Liz, baby, I—” He pulls me into a hug over the drawer between us, and it’s awkward and tight and surprisingly sweet.
I am reminded that he’s an absolutely enormous man.
He could easily hurt me and hurt me badly, but I’m not afraid of him.
Not at all, not even a little bit. I hug him back, mostly around his arms, and I relax into the embrace as deep affection washes over me.
“Maybe we can take a little break, for now,” I say.
I am suddenly exhausted from everything—the last day at the job, the confrontation with Jake earlier, the three orgasms Joe has already given me.
The fact that I’ve realized this rebound thing is actually deathly serious and that I have, in my bed, a man I trust, someone with whom I want to—feel ready to—share everything.
How is that even possible? How is this real?
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Joe says into my hair. “But just so we’re clear, I want to spend the night. And not just because your ex might come back.”
I nod.
“I want us to spend nights together. Your place. My place. No more running away from me like your hair is on fire.”
I laugh, because he’s actually stroking my hair. “No more hair on fire.”
Soon he gets up, grabs my drawer, and puts it back into the nightstand. Then he quickly runs to the bathroom, turns off the light, and gets under the covers. I’m still kneeling on top of them.
“Come here,” he says. “Let’s get some shut-eye. Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m not letting you get out of bed. We will break in every single toy you’ve got there, and I promise I will tie you up like you asked.”
In the crook of Joe’s arm, I’m fast asleep before I know it.
****
I t’s broad daylight when I open my eyes.
Joe is asleep on his back and I’m draped over his side, his morning wood unmistakable against my upper thigh.
I slowly unglue myself from him, move onto my knees beside him, and take his dick into my mouth.
After a couple of slow licks I can hear his breathing start to change.
He wraps my hair around his fist at the base of my neck.
“Good morning,” he says, breaths a little shallow. “Whatcha up to down there?”
I say nothing, just smile around his dick, and take even more of it into his mouth.
I squeeze the base and bob my head, and soon his hips give small involuntary thrusts into my mouth as his moans get louder.
“Liz,” he says, his voice raspy, “baby, you want to hop on?”
I nod and straighten, looking at him for the first time since last night. His face is so soft and filled with so much adoration, my throat tightens and I’m on the verge of crying.
Instead, I do hop on his cock. I feel warm all over, very turned on just from giving him head, so I easily take him in without additional foreplay.
I don’t have a headboard so there’s nothing to hold on to, so instead of bouncing on his dick I grind, my hands on his chest. His eyes are on my tits, hands stroking my sides, stroking my ass, gently squeezing my belly, grazing my nipples.
Everything is slow and soft and sensual, in stark contrast to the mauling of last night, and the way he looks at me is possessive and awed and affectionate, like he can’t believe his luck that I’m here on top of him.
After a few minutes, I’ve worked up a sweat, but this feels so good and I’m definitely going to come. He moves one of his legs so his foot is flat on the ground, then grabs me by the waist and thrusts into me from below.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I cry and throw back my head as he hits the spot.
He thrusts up harder now, clawing into my sides. “That’s right, baby, take it. Fuck me.”
I don’t recognize my voice anymore, as I pant and moan like we’re alone in the world. Soon one of his hands is on my clit, scissoring it in the way he knows I like, and I fall apart with a loud, unbroken wail, long and hard, every piece of flesh within my pelvis clenching.
Joe slips out of me as I lean down to kiss him, and he strokes my hair and my back as I slowly come down.
“I guess you don’t believe in morning breath,” I tease.
“It doesn’t believe in me, either,” he says with a smile.
“You didn’t come yet.”
“Oh, I will. I just want you to tell me if you want more here or in the shower.”
I bite my lip. “I think I might want more here.”
“That’s what I thought. Come up here,” he says and drags me by the back of my thighs up his body.
“What are you doing?”
“Put your knees around my ears.”
“Joe!”
“What? I wanna eat you out.”
“Joe, I’m too heavy—”
“No, you’re not. You’re perfect. Just put your knees next to my ears. Yes, on the pillow. Just like that. Good.”
I can lean slightly forward and put my palms on the wall above the bed. “Joe—”
“That’s it. Now lower yourself on my face.”
“Oh, God—”
“You look so hot from here,” he says. “I can see your pussy and your tits and your face. Come down.”
“Joe—”
His hands dig into my thighs and push me down. “More. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I moan as I lower myself onto his tongue, and I swear he puts my whole mound in his mouth and sucks.
It’s so fucking much, like electricity shooting from my clit up my spine, then he licks with long, hard strokes, and nibbles on the inner labia, sucks on the clit, and manages to sneak two fingers into my pussy from behind, and I swear it takes me less than a minute to get close to coming—
—when he pulls the fingers out of my very soaked pussy and slowly starts circling my ass.
“Joe, what—”
“Just relax, okay?” he says and intensifies his licking and sucking, as he slowly increases the pressure on my ass. “Don’t worry, we’re just playing a little,” he says. “We’ll use that cute little plug of yours, that’s all.”
I relax, because that does seem doable.