“What?” he demanded.
“Cold wall. Cold butt.”
“Such a big baby,” he said. “Here. This better?” He cupped her ass in his now-warm hands and she sighed with pleasure.
“So much better. Now what?”
“Put your arms around my neck, tight.”
She did as instructed. Being in charge during sex got him off like nothing else. And that Joey liked it? Even loved it? How could he let her get on that plane to Hawaii on Sunday? Unless it was to go back and pack? More wishful thinking...
He lifted her left leg up and stroked her pussy with the tip of his cock. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat, all while rubbing his cock against her. When she started to open up to him he pushed the tip inside. She moved her hips into his, rocking him deeper inside her. Without a word of warning, he lifted her and brought her all the way down onto him. Joey groaned, a gorgeous sound, and wrapped her entire body around him. Both legs, both arms, her chin on his shoulder, her mouth at his ear. With his hands firmly on her ass, he held her to him, rocking his hips into her as he fucked her against the wall. In this position he knew he wouldn’t last very long. Luckily it didn’t seem like Joey would need him to. The way she moved right now, her lower body working against his hard and hungry, was a clear sign she was close to coming already. He pushed into her with strong but controlled thrusts.
“God, Chris. It feels so good,” Joey said into his ear.
“You want it?”
“I want it. All the time.”
“You can have it all the time. Whenever you want. Just ask for it and it’s yours.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Every day of your life,” he said, thrusting deep again. She clenched around his cock and he knew she was almost there. With a series of rapid thrusts he pushed her the rest of the way. With a whimper in his ear and her fingernails in his neck, she came all around him. He kept thrusting until he came with a loud groan. The pleasure of it wrecked him, sent him reeling. He set Joey carefully down on her feet but didn’t let her go. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, his hands on her waist.
“Why do you insist on making me feel so good?” she asked, running her hands up his arms. She laughed a little, the question obviously rhetorical. Chris decided to answer it, anyway.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
11
IF CHRIS HAD told her he was dying, Joey would have been less shocked.
“What?” She pushed away from him, found her pants and pulled them on as quickly as she could. Chris stood by the wall, facing it as he pulled himself together.
“You heard me,” was all he said. She watched as he straightened his clothes, ran his hands through his hair that she’d mussed with her own hands during the sex.
“You’re in love with me?”
“Is it that big of a surprise?” He turned around and faced her, calm as ever. So infuriatingly calm. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the wall, waited.
“Well...yeah. I’m leaving on Sunday and you tell me this now?”
“When should I have told you?”
“Not now. Not...ever?”
“You asked.”
“I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, taking a step back.