“Lower?” she said in that fucking teasing tone that pushed him to the brink of sanity. One hand fingered the waistband of his briefs while the other clawed at his ass. “Can I touch you now?”
Felix jerked his head in something akin to a nod. He swallowed hard and found his voice. It came out like a sob. Like a sinner begging for absolution. “God, yes. Please, Jo. With your hands or your mouth, I don’t care. Just please. Please make me come.”
The flash of hurt in her eyes instantly brought Felix to his senses. Fuck. What had he said wrong now?
“Make you come?” she asked hesitantly. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Oh, my Jo. He brushed back her hair. “I want to. I want to be inside you so badly. You have no idea how much. But I didn’t bring any condoms. I’m clean, but I would never ask you to—”
Her soft chuckle cut him off. “Is that the only problem? I have some.”
“You do?” His bewildered expression made her laugh again.
“I always bring condoms to cons,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder. “People hook up at these things all the time. If my friends decide to, I want them to be safe. They all know I carry them.”
“Where are they?”
“In my backpack. Under the big dice bag.”
Felix pushed himself up and made for the entryway on shaky legs. He pulled her dice bag out of her backpack, and sure enough, there was a box of condoms underneath it.
Thank fuck.
He lifted the box. The very large box. “Um, Jo?”
“Hmm?” she replied lazily.
Felix returned and stopped dead in his tracks. Jo was still lying on her side, but she’d taken off her bra. Her top knee was bent forward, accentuating her voluptuous curves. One hand propped her head up, and the other draped over her waist, giving him a full view of both her hip and the gentle slope of her breasts. Her nipples were peaked into points.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Did you find them?”
Felix held up the box. “Jo, this is a brand new forty-pack of condoms.”
“Well, you never know. Sometimes word gets around that I have them. I’ve had strangers ask for some before. Better to be prepared, right?”
He shook his head at her as he popped the box open. “You are such a cleric.”
“Good thing clerics in MnM don’t have to be celibate.”
Felix grabbed a condom and dropped the box on the nightstand. “Good thing this isn’t actually MnM. This is you and me, Jo. Yeah?”
Jo’s expression softened. She crawled over to him and knelt at the edge of the mattress. Her hands clasped the back of his neck. “Yeah, Felix. You and me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She kissed him as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He lifted her, and she opened her legs and squeezed his sides with her knees. They fell onto the bed together, Jo fitting perfectly underneath him. She crossed her ankles at the small of his back and pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck. Felix ground his hips into hers, barely keeping himself in control.
“Jo,” he groaned at the feel of her naked pussy. His briefs were already soaked. “Jo, you’re so wet.”
Her breath was hot against his throat. “For you. All for you. Fuck me, Felix.” She pulled back slightly. “Unless—do you still want me to touch your dick?”
Felix smiled. “Another time. Right now, I’d rather do that first thing you said. You have to let me up, though.”
“Oh, sorry.”
He stripped his briefs off and rolled the condom on. Jo propped herself on her elbows to watch. Her breath heaved as her gaze lowered to his cock, erect and darkened and desperate to be inside her.
“I like the way you look at my body,” he told her.
“It’s a good body.”
“So’s yours.” Felix lowered himself over her. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” She pushed her knees wider, shifted her hips closer.
A thrum went through Felix to see Jo as needy and wanton as he was. He guided his cock to her entrance, both of them moaning when his head made contact. Then, just to see the thrill she so obviously felt when he praised her, he said, “That’s my girl, Jo,” and eased inside her.
He couldn’t hold back once her tight heat enclosed him. He thrust, hard, into her body over and over and over. Jo breathed out a soft “yes” with each stroke. Her hand tangled in his hair and gently pulled; the other skated lightly down his spine until she grabbed his ass, nails digging in. Felix cried out roughly from those twin sensations and dropped his temple to Jo’s cheek.
“Fuck. The things you do to me, Jo. You’re wonderful. Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he said. “Even better than I imagined.”
Jo exhaled a sound that resembled a laugh. “You imagined this?”
“Yes. God, of course I did. All the time,” he confessed.
“What happened to being grounded in reality?”
Only Jo. Only Jo would continue to tease him while he was fucking her. Damn this woman. She was going to be the end of him. But if she wanted an answer, he’d give her an answer.
