“Yes,” she answers breathily as she glides up and down on my cock. “Every night. All the time.”
I move my hand behind her and rub my fingers along her pussy lips, swollen and soaked as she rides my cock. My fingers graze my throbbing dick as I gather her wetness and drag it to the tight hole above. She drops her head down onto my shoulder and moans in pleasure the moment my fingers caress her there, rubbing her arousal around the tight ring of muscle.
“You like it when I play with your ass, baby?” I ask, and she moans a plea in response. I take my other hand off her hip and bring it to her mouth. She opens for me immediately, greedily sucking my fingers between her lips and coating them in her saliva. I pull my fingers out of her mouth. “Spit,” I tell her, and she does. The excitement I see in her eyes is enough to make me blow early.
Joss stops moving on me as I bring my hand down and slowly press one of my wet fingers into her. She accepts it eagerly, and her pussy clenches around my dick in a way that makes my head spin. I pulse my finger in and out gently a few times, and her mouth falls open in a silent gasp.
“More,” she pleads. “More, Jesse.”
Gently, I add a second finger, and her whole-body shudders with the action.
“Fuck, Jocelyn.” I slowly pulse my two fingers inside her, and when she clenches around me again, I wrap my free arm around her waist and thrust my hips.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “I’m going to finger fuck your ass while my cock beats up your pussy, okay, baby?”
She nods frantically. “Yes. Please, god, yes.”
Her voice is desperation and desire. Pure sex and need.
Our bodies are plastered together, connected in such erotic and intimate ways that even the slightest motion feels rapturous. I pump my hips up into her, thrusting deep into her pussy while my fingers work her from behind. I suck on the tender skin on her neck, run my teeth along her collarbone, and feel her inner walls start to spasm.
“Rub on your clit for me, Classic,” I tell her, and lean back just enough so she can reach her hand between us. Moments later, she’s coming with a loud cry. Before her orgasm ends, I flip us over so she’s on her back on the couch and I’m hovering over her, and I pound into her hard and fast. When I’m seconds from coming, I pull out just in time to shoot my release onto her lower belly with a long groan.
She laughs lightly as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“You were supposed to come in my mouth,” she says. I shrug sheepishly.
“I couldn’t. It was too far away.”
She laughs harder, and I stand up and move into the kitchen to grab some paper towels.
“I’m serious,” I joke. “It’s because you’re so tall. You got that long torso. It’s like a mile between two of my favorite holes. I just couldn’t make it in time.”
She squeals with giggles as I clean her off, then I help her up and back into her clothes before putting on mine.
“So, no more goodbyes, huh?” The smile on Jocelyn’s face is a work of art. Contentment and happiness and trust and hope. I take her hand in mine and squeeze.
“No more goodbyes,” I reassure her. “As long as we don’t tell Bailey or Riggs about this.” I gesture to the couch where I just defiled her in multiple ways. “If they find out, you might have to say the ultimate goodbye, because Bailey will definitely murder me in cold blood.”
She grimaces and nods. “Deal.”
I kiss her lips softly, then press my forehead to hers.
“I’m so fucking in love with you, Jocelyn.”
Her smile ghosts over my lips before she says, “I’m so fucking in love with you, Jesse.”
I take a step back, then tug her by the hand toward the door. I can’t fucking wait to see the kids and tell them the good news.
No more goodbyes.
* * *
Two Weeks Later
“I thinkthat’s all of it,” Kelley says, taking a swig from his water bottle.
Kelley and Ivy drove down early yesterday from Chicago, just to help me move, and tomorrow, we’re all heading to the lake house for some much-needed family time. I’ve been back “living” in the Midwest for twelve hours, and already, I feel more at home than I have in my whole year at HMS.
Part of it is familiarity, sure. But a bigger part is probably the hot mom who lives next door.
“Thanks for coming to help,” I tell Kelley, and he brushes me off with a smirk.
“Don’t even mention it.” He takes another sip from his water bottle, then uses his shirt to wipe some sweat from his forehead. It’s a toasty ninety-one degrees this June morning in Indiana, and we’re all feeling it. “How long until you think we’ll be back here moving you into Joss’s?”
His smile is sly, thinkin’ he’s slick.
“I’ll probably be over there in a few months,” I tell him honestly. “But I doubt I’ll need help moving anything. Half this stuff I’ll sell or donate, and most of the furniture belongs to Riggs’s dad. All I’ll be bringing with me are my clothes, my yarn, and my fur son, Steve.” I nod to Joss’s house next door and add, “Everything else I need is already in that house.”
“I’m happy for you, J,” Kelley says, and I don’t even bother trying to temper my grin.
“Thanks, man. I’m happy for me, too.”
Little feet come pounding over to us, and I look up just in time to see June skid to a halt. She’s been chomping at the bit for Kelley to take her to the soccer fields and kick the ball around with her. The girl eats, breathes, and sleeps soccer, and since Kelley is a soccer coach, she asks him to play with her every time he’s here.
“Are you done? Can we play now?”
She’s got a dirty soccer ball under her arm and is already wearing her cleats and shin guards. Kelley flashes me a smile.
“Lemme go grab my cleats and tell Ivy I’m leaving, and then we can go,” he tells her.
“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she sings, hopping with each word.
It’s amazing how much June has transformed from the little girl I met in that ER room. Her confidence has grown so much that sometimes I can’t even believe she’s the same kid. She is, though. She’s still just as sharp, just as observant. But now, she’s not afraid to take up space.