Page 27 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Bryson

“Your wildest dreams.”

"That's it Josie, I've got you." I tell her as I witness the most beautiful sight these eyes have seen.

Her strong body, muscular and tight, tenses and quakes as her orgasm takes her.

"I wasn't ready for that." She says through gasps for air. When she looks down to where we're still connected she has surprise written all over her face.

"Ready for what? To get off?" I roll my hips up seeking more of her because I can still feel her body fluttering.

"Well, yeah. I just promised you another BJ." Jo sounds a little confused and I try not to laugh.

"You can absolutely keep that promise Killer, but I can also make sure you're taken care of at the same time."

"But, I wanted to make you feel good." And now she almost sounds sad.

"Baby, I do. I feel fucking incredible." I brush my hands over her hair that has loosened from the tie holding it back. It’s wet from our dunk in the lake and I like how it looks darker than usual right now.

"But, I do too." Jo’s eyes meet mine and my breath catches. She’s simply stunning.

"That's how it's supposed to work." I can't help the little laugh that comes out now. Jo’s face is fractured with concern. And, maybe I’ve read this all wrong. She’s a competitive, driven person.

I run my fingers down her spine as I school my features.

If she needs something else from me, I will figure out how to give it to her.

"If you're into edging or denial, I'll admit it's new to me, but I can get on board with whatever you want. "

"I want to make you feel good." She repeats.

"You can do whatever you want to me, anytime, as long as you don't keep score."

Her eyes connect with mine now and I smile. Her grin is almost wicked as she lifts off of me and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"Where's the fun in that?" She taunts as she skates her nails down my body.

When she stands, I study the view of my release sliding out of her pussy. Fuck, I like the idea of leaving myself inside her.

I pull her into the tent, using another towel to dry off her shoulders; following the line of her sports bra tan. I lay down on some cushions I brought out here from the house. Turns out air mattress pumps need electricity.

We settle in and Jo rolls her chest into mine.

I have to check that her tits didn’t light a brush fire on my skin.

I am flooded with warmth and heat and chills all at once.

She inches down my body leaving kisses in her wake and the feather light touch of her finger tips is overwhelming but also not enough.

Before Jo can get started with whatever she's planning, I reach down and pull her up to me. Normally my refractory period is pretty quick, ten, fifteen minutes tops, but with all the stress lately I'm worried I won't be able to get it up again for her so soon.

"I'm going to need a minute Killer, let's cuddle."

"Cuddle?"

"Yeah Jo," I laugh. "Don't you cuddle after sex?"

"I kick boys out after sex." She says with a smile .

Somehow I knew Jo approached hookups like everything else in her life. Maximized for efficiency. I'm going to change that.

"Well, not today, come here."

When Jo leans into me I can feel the tension in her body. She has no idea what to do here.

I'll admit the hookups I've had over the years have also been about maximizing efficiency but usually the girls are the ones to cuddle up to me. I learned I loved it.

And now that I have Jo in my arms I want to spend as many moments of my life wrapped up with her as possible.

She shifts and lets out a sigh. "Jo?"

"Hmm?" She hums as she wiggles again.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Umm, I don't know."

I tilt my chin down to look at her. Her brow is creased in concentration as she kind of shimmies her shoulders.

"Is it the ground? We can go back to the house."

"No, I feel this urge to move. Like I can't sit still but I don't want to disturb you." She rocks her hips forward a little and then her pelvis is pushed flush to my side.

"You won't disturb me, let's try to get comfortable." I turn more to my side and hold my arm out for her to rest her head on. "Roll over, I'll spoon you."

"Kay," she mutters and then she shifts. When her head lands on my arm I use my other hand to pull her ass back into my lap and then kick her knee up with mine.

"Better?" I ask.

"I think so."

I press a kiss into her hair and let my thumb trace circles on her hip.

Instead of letting my thoughts wander to our future and how I'm already so far gone for her after one night I keep my focus on her body.

On the steady rise and fall of her ribs with her breath.

The way she shudders with a deep inhale.

I graze my hand up her side until I can drill my thumb into her tense shoulder muscles. She crooks her head into the touch so I nuzzle my chin in her neck as I continue to knead.

"Let me in Jo," I scold as she lifts her shoulder to try and box me out.

"What are you doing?" She asks and her voice sounds like she's battling between being annoyed and liking it.

"I'm helping you relax. So, relax Jo."

She sighs in resignation as I continue to massage her shoulder. Eventually she lets go and her head falls heavy on my bicep.

I lighten up my touch as I move to work on the other side of her neck as best I can and then I move down her back.

The touching isn't overtly sexual but with each pass of my palm along her skin my body warms and my cock stirs to life.

Rolled on my side like this I can see Jo's profile and she's close enough for me to count the freckles that fan out across her cheek. Her eyes are closed and I watch as she drifts further off to sleep. I can't believe we are together.

She's in my arms.

Jo Hamilton.

My Josie.

A smile dances on my lips as I close my eyes and settle into the feeling of having everything I ever dreamed of in my grasp.

***

I wake from my dream of our future together when Jo stirs. My eyes are still closed as she stretches out and a chill settles into my skin when she sits .

"Come back here," I say sleepily as I paw the air for her.

"Oh, I plan to." She says with a gentle push to my shoulder so I’m laying on my back. "But first, I want you in my mouth."

"Yes, please." I murmur as I feel her position herself over me.

I did not dream about sexy times with Jo, no it was all domestic bliss that skipped over all the questions for how we will actually make this work.

I think my brain knew the dreams it created wouldn't hold a candle to the actual feel of her body with mine.

Jo already sucked me off last night and I will gladly let her take me in her mouth anytime she wants. I was stiff when I woke but with each pass of her lips along my cock I get harder.

Her hands splay wide as she holds my root between them and the gentle pressure she's applying releases something in my hips and I roll forward into her.

The wet sounds of my length down her throat echo off the walls of the tent and when I look down at her I see the outline of the trees through the fabric and Jo's beautiful eyes peering up at me.

This is nature at its finest.

"You're so good at sucking my cock," I praise and she hums. “I hate the idea you practiced this on another man.”

Jo lifts off of me and a devilish grin spreads across her face. “Porn can be highly educational.” She leans back on her heels and drags her nails down my legs and my toes flex and curl in ten different directions. When her hands reach my ankles she grips and guides my legs up into a bent position.

“Hold these here.” She instructs and I grab my knees.

The sensations run a reverse course from my toes to the tips of my fingers as she palms up my legs and down the inside of my thighs.

Her hands settle on either side of my testicles and the anticipation is killing me.

Waiting for her next move is delicious torture.

She swallows my cock while her hands stretch my ass cheeks apart at the same time .

I clench and grip my knees so I don't close them and crush her.

Is this what women feel when we go down on them and start playing with the back door? Is their mind begging for it like mine is?

With my hands on my knees I watch Jo as she continues to suck my cock while her fingers rub little circles along my asshole. I don't want the pressure to stop but when she pushes a little harder there is a sting of pain and I hiss.

Jo slowly pulls off my dick but keeps her hands in place.

"Are you okay with this Bryson?" She asks.

I told her I was willing to do whatever she needed. That she could use my body as she wanted. I didn't think she'd need to start with anal play but I'm not about to go back on my word.

"I am, but maybe spit on your fingers a little first?"

"Kay," she says but instead of her fingers it's my cock she puts in her mouth. I feel one hand leave my ass and when it comes back it is wetter. Did she just?

"Did you just use your pussy to get your fingers wet?" I ask because I can't even fathom this.

Instead of answering me with words she nods with my dick between her wicked lips and then presses the tip of her finger into me. Once she's past the wall there is only a stretching sensation and I exhale. Warnings, pleasure, and hunger plow through my veins.

"Fuck Jo, you dirty little thing. I'm not going to last much longer." I admit as she pushes her finger in a little further.

When she hits a spot inside me that causes my back to arch, my cock slides out of her mouth. Jo acts with a sense of urgency as she maneuvers my dick back down her throat and then she pushes into me a little further. My balls have climbed closer to my base and I am on the edge of exploding.

"Jo. Fuck Josie, I'm–" My words trail off as she wiggles her finger a little more and that slight movement is all it takes. "Shit, Jo, here it comes." I grind out and she expertly strums my ass as her throat works to swallow my release.

I'm breathing heavily as Jo pulls her finger from my ass and sits back admiring the mess she's made of me. I let my knees go and my legs flop out to the sides.

"Jesus, where did you come from?" I pant.

“Your wildest dreams.” She says with a prideful grin on her beautiful face.