Chapter 14

Andre

I was stuffed, but when the server asked if we wanted dessert and Joelle’s eyes lit up at the mention of cookie dough cheesecake, I couldn’t resist.

The server delivered it with very little fanfare, allowing the sweet treat to speak for itself.

Joelle licked her lips, teasing me unintentionally, as she devoured the dessert with her gaze.

I adjusted myself, my cock imagining the look was for it and not for a cheesecake. Everything about Joelle had me feeling that way. From her laugh to her joy of simple things to the way she looked at me like I was someone special.

Avoiding her for three days only made me more ravenous for her when she was within reach. I expected my need for her to fade, but when I walked into Cracked and saw her sitting with Landon, I wanted to tear my best friend apart for talking to her.

I was in trouble. And I knew it. Falling in love was easy for me, but I’d never felt like I did with Joelle. Like she was essential to my survival. Like I would break when she left. Because she was leaving.

But I already knew the truth. Everyone left. Everyone moved on. Every other relationship I’d been in ended. I would survive when this one did, too.

“Do you want some of this?” Joelle asked, bringing me back to the moment.

I picked up the fork the server brought for me and snagged a small bite. She watched me as I brought it to my lips. I wasn’t sure if she was watching for my reaction or jealous I was eating some of the dessert, but as soon as the sweetness hit my tongue, I moaned.

“It’s good, right?” she gushed.

“Almost as good as you,” I whispered.

Her cheeks turned that delicious pink I couldn’t get enough of. She ducked her head, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Why had I resisted spending time with her? Why did I prevent myself from enjoying every minute we had together? Yes, she would leave, but I knew that going in. Staying away from her wasn’t stopping me from wanting to be around her.

She forked another bite of the cheesecake, and I set my fork down to watch her enjoy it. She licked the fork clean, then closed her eyes to enjoy the food.

My cock hardened, my brain picturing her giving my dick the same treatment. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted someone as much as I wanted her. The last time I sat across the table from a woman and struggled to stay in my seat instead of sliding under the table and having her for dinner instead.

Joelle enjoyed the cheesecake with no knowledge of just how much I wanted her. She let me stare at her and sip my water as she devoured the dessert the way I intended to devour her once I had her alone.

Why did I choose a restaurant thirty minutes away?

I shifted in my seat, attempting to alleviate some of the pulsing in my dick. She looked up at me, her tongue sliding along the tines, and her eyes widened.

“Are you okay?”

I shook my head slowly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m counting down until I can get you alone and have you screaming my name. The number is above zero, so I’m… uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” she whispered, her gaze sliding from my face to the edge of the table to my hands and back to my face. A smirk tilted her lips up at the edge. “I guess I should stop eating my cheesecake and start thinking about eating you.”

I groaned, my dick pressing against my zipper and threatening to make an appearance at dinner. “You’re going to kill me.”

She giggled, her face lighting up with joy. “I’ve been wet since I opened my door, so I guess it’s only fair.”

“Fuck,” I exhaled. I looked around for our server and lifted my hand to get his attention.

“Are you finished?” he asked, reaching for the dessert plate.

“Can you box up the rest of that? And bring me the check, please.”

“Of course.” He chuckled when Joelle speared one more bite of the dessert before he took it from us.

“I was still eating that.”

“You can finish it later. Right now, I need to get out of here before I do something inappropriate.”

“Like what?”

“Like kiss your lips.”

She puckered up. “You can kiss my lips.”

“Not those lips.”

She gasped and turned a gorgeous shade of red.

I grinned and finished my water, pulling out my wallet as the server approached. I handed him my card without looking at the bill and gave him a very large tip when he returned quickly.

I held the cheesecake in front of the tent in my shorts and tugged Joelle with me to the door. As soon as we were in my truck, my lips were on hers.

She kissed me back as eagerly as I kissed her, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and using her teeth on it. She stroked a hand over my zipper, and I hissed and pulled back.

“If you do that, I’m not going to be able to wait until I get you to my bed.”

“We have all night,” she said, reaching for me again.

“And I can be patient.”

“You can?” She raised a brow at me, a smirk playing on her lips.

A laugh popped from me. “Well, fuck, I’m trying to be.”

She laughed with me and buckled her seatbelt.

“You are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.”

“Same.”

I reached over for her hand and brought her knuckles to my lips. I kept a hold of her hand in her lap as I raced toward my apartment.

We scrambled out of the truck, almost forgetting the cheesecake, then hurried toward the building. My cock had calmed down a bit, but as soon as Joelle touched my skin, I was swamped with desire again.

I jammed the key in the lock and swung the door open quickly, pushing her inside ahead of me before slamming the door closed and pressing her back to it.

I covered her body with mine, both elbows on the door next to her head. I kissed her with every inch of me, from my cock pressed to her stomach to my tongue fighting hers. I reached down and lifted her dress to get my hands on her ass, tugging her body tighter to mine, needing to feel her curves.

“Meow!” echoed around us, followed by a swish against my ankles.

“Shit,” I murmured.

Joelle giggled and looked up at me from beneath her lashes. “Your favorite female needs attention.”

“I’m not sure she has that designation right now,” I grumbled, reaching to scoop up Molly.

Joelle made noises of appreciation as I scratched Molly’s back and spoke to her. I let Molly see Joelle and re-introduced them.

“Molly, you remember Joelle. Be nice to her again. She is a special woman that I am enjoying spending time with.”

“You speak to her as if she understands you.”

“She does,” I admitted. “Or she seems to. She will reply to me sometimes.”

“Really? That’s pretty awesome.” Joelle stepped closer. “Can I pet her?”

Molly answered for me by meowing and trying to lick Joelle.

“I think she likes the idea.”

Joelle reached her hand out for Molly to sniff and got licked. Joelle giggled. “She’s so sweet.”

“I think she remembers you.”

“No. It’s been more than a week, and it was very brief.”

“She’s pretty smart. She knows who’s nice to her,” I said.

“Well, there’s no reason not to be nice to her. She’s too precious for that.”

“I agree.”

Joelle rubbed Molly’s ears and scratched down her back until Molly snuggled against my shoulder.

“You’re putting her to sleep. Let me set her in her bed so she stays out here.”

“Does she normally sleep with you?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes. She has a bed out here. She does her own thing.” I set Molly on her bed, and she walked in a circle, then curled into a ball and closed her eyes. “I’m just happy she’s not mad at me.”

“She gets mad at you?”

I nodded. “You have no idea.”

Joelle chuckled and shook her head. “She really is passive-aggressive.”

“Without a doubt.”

Joelle laughed again until I moved toward her. She stopped laughing and watched me, her gaze sliding over me as I drew closer.

“Do you want me to put your cheesecake in the fridge?”

“Are you going to forget it’s in there and eat it?”

I shook my head. “I have something else in mind for my dessert.”

She gasped, licking her lips.

I put the cheesecake away, then kissed Joelle hard, nibbling on her lips and walking her to my room. She laughed against my mouth, holding on and letting me guide her without fighting me.

I hit the lights when we got to my room and closed the door, just in case Molly tried to join us. Not happening.

Joelle slid her hands under my shirt, dragging her nails over my chest and leaving goosebumps in her wake. She tugged my shirt up, breaking our kiss and licking my nipple.

“Fuck,” I hissed. I was a fan of playing with a woman’s nipples, but I’d never had someone turn it around on me.

She licked her way across my chest to the other one and closed her teeth around the peak. She teased her tongue across it.

My hands went to her hair, spearing through the strands and dragging her mouth to mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, needing the taste of her lips as much as every other inch of her. I bunched up her dress so I could touch her bare skin. I backed her up until her legs hit the bed.

She paused, then sat on the edge and looked up at me. She reached for my shorts, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. She pushed a hand into my boxers and wrapped it around me.

I watched the fabric move with her hand, the sight of her stroking me without being able to fully see it erotic in its own way. My hips jerked, seeking more of her, more from her.

She pushed my boxers down with her free hand and ducked to take my dick into her mouth. Her tongue slid along the tip, parting the slit and tasting me. A low moan rumbled from her throat, and fuck me, I nearly came right then.

“Shit,” I whispered.

“I like how you taste,” she breathed before parting her lips and sucking me to the back of her throat.

“Joelle!” I tried to stay still, but fucking hell, she felt good.

She hummed as she slid her lips back to my tip, then released me with a kiss before she licked the precum from my cock.

I yanked my shirt off and stood before her, naked. She was still fully clothed. I dropped to my knees, parting her thighs with my hips, and sucked hard on her clit through her panties.

“Oh, yes, Andre,” she moaned, falling to the bed.

I eased her panties to the side and slid two fingers into her tight channel. She rocked against me gently, seeking without controlling.

Tonight, she was all mine.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, not waiting to see if she listened. I fucked her slowly with my fingers and watched as she bared herself to me.

“Andre,” she breathed.

I saw the frenzied look in her eyes and knew she was enjoying herself as much as I was. I eased my fingers out of her and tugged her panties off, leaving them at the edge of the bed. My fingers were back inside her in seconds, and my mouth surrounded her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned, the sound like a sigh.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and continued to manipulate her body slowly. It was only a matter of time before the languid pace drove her crazy, and I was there for it.

She shifted her hips restlessly, seeking more from me. I licked around her clit, tasting her and feeling the way it swelled for me. Her channel pulsed.

“Please,” she whispered, like she was afraid to ask but needed more.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

I looked up and found her watching me. “Tell me what you need, Joelle. Tell me how you want me to make you come.”

“I thought you had all these ideas.”

I fucking loved her sass. Something told me she didn’t let it out much, but I loved it. I smirked at her. “Oh, gorgeous, I have so many ideas for you.” I curled my fingers inside her as I spoke, knowing the move would send her eyes rolling.

It did. Her entire body trembled with the move. “Do that. Again. More. Please.”

I curled my fingers again, adding a third and increasing the pressure.

Her thighs quaked, tremors rippling over her body.

“Are you going to come on my fingers, Joelle?”

“Yes.”

“What about my tongue?” I licked her clit. “Can you come there, too?”

“Please.”

“And after that? Are you going to come on my cock? Let me fuck it out of you?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her scream was punctuated by the hard thrust of her hips against my hand.

“Oh, that’s cheating,” I chastised her. “I think I need another one for that.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I wasn’t ready for you. I wanted to watch those pretty pink nipples get hard. And I wanted to see that flush climb over your skin. And I was looking forward to feeling the gush of your come all over my hand. That one was too quick. I need another one. Right now, gorgeous.” I curled my fingers and slammed them inside her.

She splintered instantly, her body primed and ready and overwhelmed with the sudden intrusion. She screamed again, the words nonsensical as her channel soaked my hand.

“More, Joelle. Let me taste you.” I licked around my fingers and tasted her come. I brought my lips to her clit and sucked hard, knowing the pressure would send her over again.

When her back arched and she cried out, I sucked even harder on her. Her core flooded my hand, pouring come all over me.

Fucking stunning.

I grabbed a condom from my nightstand, wishing I’d thought ahead to that part when I had to remove my hand from her body. I tore it open fast, nearly dropping the damn thing. I wanted to be inside her before she could ask for me.

I lined up at her entrance and pressed inside. Her body twitched with aftershocks. She was soaked, and so was my bed. It made for an easy entry, and I slid into her without much resistance.

“I don’t know how you make me feel so damn good, but please don’t ever stop.”

“It’s all in the wrist,” I teased her.

She laughed, her body tightening around me as she did.

I moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, squeezing her inner muscles. “Don’t hold back on me, Andre. I want to feel you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Or scare you.”

“Not possible. You made it so I didn’t hold back. Let me do the same for you.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, my cock twitching inside her. I wasn’t into anything crazy, but I held back most of the time. That barrier between me and the woman I was with needed to stay intact so I didn’t lose myself.

But she was asking for more of me. For all of me. And I couldn’t say no to her.

I withdrew from her channel until just the tip stayed inside her. I lifted her knees to my sides, holding her thighs up. I spread her wider, tilting her pelvis back.

Then I let go.

I pounded into her, watching her face for the first few thrusts to make sure I didn’t hurt her, then I closed my eyes and let go.

She tightened around me, lifting her hips to match my thrusts and reaching for my hands. She rested her hands on mine, then one disappeared.

I looked down and found her rubbing her clit.

“Fuck.”

“So good. So fucking good,” she breathed.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I watched her fingers slide over her clit, the plump nub swelling even more with the added friction. I stared at her, her body open and vulnerable for me. Letting me see the more intimate parts of her, her secrets and her pleasure.

I knew in that moment that letting myself go with her was a mistake. I couldn’t hold back. Everything was exposed, like raw nerves.

I fucking loved her. And it wasn’t like the other women. It was different, it was more. It was seeing her give herself to me, and knowing I could give myself to her.

It was supposed to be temporary, but there was nothing about the way I felt for her that was temporary.

Joelle was fucking everything for me.

“Andre. Oh, shit. I’m… Andre.” Her fingers faltered on her clit, the exhaustion hitting her.

I released her knee and joined my fingers with hers. I let her have my strength as we rubbed her clit. I dipped her fingers to where I slid into her, gathering the slickness from her orgasms, and brought it to her clit. Her thighs trembled, and I pressed down hard on her clit.

And she finally let go.

I watched her release, seeing the flush of her skin, the goosebumps all over, the way her body tightened with her orgasm. I stared at her, wondering how in the fuck I went so many years without her in my life and how in the fuck I could ever let her walk away.

Then my orgasm slammed into me like a truck. My throat tightened, my balls seized, my legs ached, and I erupted into her, worrying for half a second that I would overflow the condom.

My muscles were barely strong enough to hold me up as my knees weakened and my entire body felt like it came. I fell over her, my torso landing on hers, our hands pinned between our bodies.

Her free hand ran up and down my back, soothing when I finally could feel something. I felt bad for pinning her to the mattress and made a move to roll off her, but she tightened her grip.

“Not yet,” she whispered.

I nuzzled her chin and kissed her neck and let myself settle there. On top of the woman I loved.