Forever Mine (Joe & Ella 2)

“How many times are you going to do this to me Ella?”

“Do what? What have I done to you Joe?”

“Make me watch other men try to take you away. That’s the third proposal you’ve had that hasn’t been from me, twice from that prick in there if I’m right?”

I sighed. He was right and when he said it like that it sounded so much worse.

“I’m sorry. When you put it like that it sounds…horrible. In my defence I never wanted any of those proposals…only yours.”

His shoulders dropped, and his fists relaxed. He lent against the wall and ran his hands over his face.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to put things right. I need you to tell me what to do here Ella.”

He looked over at me and my heart melted. God I loved him so much, and when he was open and honest with me like he was being now, it tore down all my defences.

“You’re doing just fine right now.”

I smiled up at him and stepped towards him putting both of my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms round me and kissed me on the top of the head. His scent made me dizzy and my heart started beating madly. I felt like I wanted to melt into him. He felt like home.

Slowly he twisted me round so I was against the wall and he lifted both of my arms from around his waist to put them over his shoulders and around his neck. I knew where this was heading and yet again I was helpless to stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.

He bent down to kiss me and I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. I’d never grow tired of kissing him, he intoxicated me. I lost myself to him, totally oblivious to where we were or who else could be around. The area behind the bar was pretty dark and the wall where we were was hidden from view by a small alcove. I was putty in his hands and he knew it.

He pressed his hard muscly body up against mine so I could feel how turned on he was. His hips ground into mine and on instinct I lifted one leg up to wrap around him. He took this as his green light and he lifted both my legs from the back of my thighs and placed them so they were wrapped around him, his weight holding me up now against the wall. He lifted the stretchy skirt of my dress up and ran his hands over my ass, groaning and moving his mouth down to my neck to kiss around and under my ear where he knew I was most sensitive, making me melt against him. I closed my eyes and tilted my head so he could work his magic. My hands running through his hair and over his shoulders as he worked me up into a frenzy of lust and want.

He yanked on my underwear and used his hand to rub me where I needed him to be, his finger circling and stroking. The mixture of him and what he was doing plus the fear of being caught or seen made me frantic. He slipped a finger inside me, massaging my walls and hitting the spot every damn time, then used his thumb and the heel of his hand to keep up the stimulation I needed in my folds and over my clit. He knew how to work my body, he was a master of it. It belonged to him. I hung my head on his shoulder as my breathing became faster and deeper. I was so close I couldn’t even speak, all I could do was feel and moan. He didn’t slow down for a second, his expert hands and fingers working me up to climax. Then I cried out and shuddered as I came.

Without missing a heartbeat he pulled his jeans open and slipped them down his thighs, then he picked me up and placed me over his cock, pulling me down onto him. I groaned so loudly at the heady feel of being so completely taken, his cock spearing me and making its mark felt in every nerve ending inside me, around me. It was hedonistic.

He pounded into me, making my body move up against the brick of the wall, his hands under my thighs and over my ass. The fabric of my dress protecting my back from the roughness of the wall. This was his way of claiming back what he saw as his ownership of me and my body, branding me, marking me. I was building up to another climax fast, holding onto him for dear life.

Suddenly he changed the tempo, thrusting brutally hard into me and making me scream out his name as he ripped an orgasm from me. He cried out that he loved me as I screamed his name over and over. Then he exploded inside me, grabbing my ass and grinding himself hard into me as he unloaded every last drop into my quaking body.

My legs were wobbly and I doubted I’d be able to stand after what we’d just done, let alone walk. He held me close, and I breathed him in. I wanted this to work between us, I wanted to try and make a go of us. I was just about to tell him how I was feeling when he said, “If that doesn’t do it nothing will.”

“What?” I gasped getting my breath back slowly.

“Your admirer. Doubt he’ll be coming back anytime soon after he’s just watched me fuck you against this wall.”

My heart froze. What the hell was he saying? Simon had seen us? Worst still, Joe knew Simon was watching and he didn’t care.

“What the fuck Joe.”

I pushed him back and pulled the skirt of my dress down. I’d gone from feeling loved to feeling dirty in seconds.

“Did he really see that?”

Joe just smirked and laughed quietly to himself.

“You asshole. You fucking asshole. How could you? God, to think I was just about to ask if we could try again.” His face instantly dropped when he heard me say that.

“Congratulations Joe, you’ve just made me feel like the dirtiest whore in this city. Fuck you.”

I went to storm off but he caught hold of my arm, his eyes showing me he was desperate to back track and regain control of the situation again.

“Ella, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I wanted to feel you again, to love you. I didn’t know he’d come walking round the corner. I sure as hell didn’t plan it.”

“You didn’t stop it either or try to move us so he couldn’t see. How fucking twisted are you?”