Page 26 of The Runaway
Joci held out her arms for me, and my heart throbbed to a primal rhythm as I firmly took the cuffs of her sleeves between my fingers. My apartment was dark, quiet, and excitement zinged up and down my spine. I wasdyingto see her in whatever she’d picked out.
That chick from the lingerie shop was an amazing person, but in this moment, there wasn’t room for any other woman but Joci.
Glowing in the faint light seeping through the edges of the windows, Joci’s eyes locked on mine, wide with emotions I couldn’t even fathom. How incredible that she got to experience something so great when her life up until now seemed like such shit. And I got to witness it— I perpetrated this change in her. Smiling wider as she pulled her arms gingerly out of her shirt, I couldn’tfucking breatheunder the weight of the atmosphere.
The entire way home, Joci practically radiated happiness so intensely that she drew other people’s eyes. She didn’t notice, but in this moment, I felt so dwarfed by her beauty and joy. All those things she felt for me replaced the blood in my veins, pounding viciously in my ears as I tugged her shirt over her head. Holding her glimmering, brown eyes, I watched them flood with expectancy and the faintest glisten of anxiety.
“Come here, Joci.” We hadn’t even made it the short distance between the front door and the kitchen, and I tugged her to my chest. Her gasp flew down the collar of my shirt, her arms scrambling only to find nowhere to go before I took her hands in mine. Tangling our fingers together, I held her hands up between our bodies, kissing her knuckles while her face flushed pink in the gloom.
“I want you to be so good to look at me.” Joci’s murmur tightened my chest, threatening to crush my heart and lungs as they deflated in a sigh. “I want to, too. I’m lucky Anatoly didn’t cut anything off.”
“Even if he did, I’d find a way around it.” There was no such thing as unconditional love, but willingness to compromise was arguably more important than anything else. Big, brown eyes got bigger, watery, and I held the backs of her fingers against my lips. “I know there’s shit about me that you’ll not like.”
“You are late all the time to work.” Chuckling a little with a nod, I let go of Joci’s hands to caress down her sides. She pressed up against me, her perky tits straining when she inhaled sharply. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of her pants, my palms tingled wildly as she rose up a little— not too high that she was on her toes, though.Because it’s painful long after they’ve healed.
There was no rationalizing that shit away, at least.
Ducking my head to capture her lips, the hung suspense in the air broke open, and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. Grabbing Joci’s ass to squeeze, I slipped my tongue past her trembling, warm lips with a groan. Her taste set my mouth on fire, her long legs clinging to my waist as I hoisted her up. Greedy fingers started unfastening the buttons on my shirt, but we didn’t make it far.
Sitting on the back edge of the sofa, Joci ground against my cock, her liquid, smooth moves inciting and promising of a great time. Reaching to cup the back of her head, I deepened our kiss while my need for her rampaged through my body. My cock ached, the tightness in my abdomen and thighs stealing the sensation from the parts of us that weren’t touching.
Clammy palms flung back my shirt, and a harsh gasp escaped me when Joci’s slender fingers weaved through my chest hairs. Pulling back to pant furiously, I kissed down her jaw and neck while my free hand reached between us. Her legs opened wider, but this time, I wasn’t forced to graze over her scars; I felt them, but I didn’tfeelthem. The haze of red that enveloped my mind deepened, and I forced my head back when all I wanted to do was bury them between her breasts.
“Oh, myGod…” Joci’s tanned skin gleamed from a mix of emotion and just looking good in dark red, and my words slurred as they burst past the dense lump in my throat. She blushed furiously, her smile tenderizing under my gaze while I struggled to take her all in. Every so often, I’d see a sliver of a scar, but in the low light, they were almost invisible. My cock throbbed painfully, the tightness in my abdomen spilling down my legs, and my knees gave out from under me to bury in the carpet.
“J- Jacob…” Shouldering between her legs, my mouth watered as the smell of her wafted into my nostrils. Blood drummed in my ears, but even that couldn’t drown out her moan when I licked her slit with all of my tongue. The taste of her sent my buds into a frenzy, and she tensed with a sharp inhale through her teeth.
Spit pooled on my tongue before I licked her hot pussy, working my tongue between her folds to relish Joci’s high-pitched moan. Her hands flittered to my hair, and I grabbed her hips to squeeze before she released me to brace herself. Forcing my eyes open, I gazed up as she leaned back to grind against my face. She didn’t seem to be in any pain with her arms back like that, and my own reached up to grope her breasts shamelessly.
The taste of her was intoxicating, and Joci quivered around my tongue as it breached her entrance.Fuck—her thighs tightened around my head, her heels digging into my back sharply when I pinched her nipples. Her little gasps and moans flooded my apartment as I licked the length of her to nibble her swollen clit. Leaving her tits to part her folds with my thumbs, Ihadto pause to admire her.
Thumbing Joci’s clit, I slipped my tongue into her to caress her inner walls and groan hungrily. Her gasps became small moans, her heels digging in firmly against my shoulder blades, and excitement bristled my beard. I pinched and circled her bead, rearing my head back to breathe and watch through narrowed eyes.
Joci arched, her pussy tightening from the force of her orgasm as her knees clung to my shoulders. Leaning in to lick up her juices, satisfaction slathered my ribs like tar when she jolted. I sucked on her clit before kissing up her front, and she grabbed at my wrists to stop herself from falling back onto the sofa.
“He— help me up…” Thrill shot through my veins at her hoarse whisper, and I tried to pick Joci up to carry her to my room only for her to become liquid in my arms. For a fraction of a second, I worried enough to reach down and palm her crown, but determination blazed in her eyes.
With her, there was no need for words, and Joci tugged down my pants— I wasn’t sure when she’d undone my belt, but the details didn’t matter. Not when my cock sprung free to sent shocks up my spine, and I gasped loudly. Watching her push her knees out, trying to find a comfortable position, I couldn’t stop my lips tilting up.
“Oh— fuck!” My groan bounced off the ceiling as she licked the tip of my cock, and I spread my legs a little to tighten my grip on her hair. Palming my shaft, she wrapped her thick lips around my head, and I ground my teeth hard. Pleasure coiled in my abdomen and writhed up and down my legs, and she inched— inched— inched her way down. “Fuck—”
Blowing out a hot breath, I flopped my head back to thrust down Joci’s throat with a gasp. Her tongue slithered expertly along the underside of my shaft, and she squeezed the base as she pulled back. Wonderful lips caressed the length of my cock, and I glanced down to catch her eyes. The look in her eyes was almost enough to make me cum— that needy, desperate, give-as-good-as-I-get look even though I could tell that she was struggling.
Hissing as she gulped down my cock, I didn’t linger on my worry; if Joci needed to stop, she would stop. Her light gag rose the hairs on my chest, and her throat flexed around my head. Thrusting a steady pace rather than let her torture me, I squeezed my eyes shut as she pumped the base of my cock and choked loudly. Thick ropes of saliva dribbled off her chin and strung from my balls, and my chest tightened when she cupped them to play around her palm.
“Joci— I’msoglad… I can stay hard—oh, fuck—”Grinding the words out through my teeth, I exhaled a shuddering gasp when she suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled. My cock bent down the curve of her throat, her gagging beautiful and faint in my ears under the blood that pounded. Prickles rushed up my legs and down my spine, and I pushed down on her head as I doubled over.
My cock rippled to the rhythm of her choking, and Joci didn’t pull back or anything— but she did squeeze my ass appreciatively. Jerking my hips back as my balls drew up, I shuddered as she sucked and tongued the head greedily.
Trembling viciously, every part of me became heavy, and I groaned when Joci licked my cock clean. She swallowed with a sigh of satisfaction, sitting back on the carpet to stretch her legs despite the little tears and red blotches on her face. Somehow, I managed to untangle my fingers from her hair, and she sniffed— or, it was closer to a hiccup?— as she rubbed her knees with force.
“You’re hurt.” My dumb-shit self stated the obvious, but Joci shook her head in denial to send her hair flying everywhere. Crouching down to rub my hands up my face, I shook my head furiously before working my arms under her knees and around her back. “You should’ve said something.”
“I’m okay. It’s not a lot.” I was too drained to argue, but I made a mental note not to let her blow me in that position again. Joci reached a shaky hand to wipe her mouth, her watery eyes meeting mine to shimmer with desire. “I want to keep going.”
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