realized what she was going to do.
“ Mmm hmm ,” she hummed with a knowing smile.
“Oh, Joy,” he said, and she had to laugh because she
couldn’t tell if he was saying her name or making a declaration.
Joy braced herself on her arms and gave him a quick peck on
the mouth before she crawled backward until she was face-to-face with his dick.
She wedged one knee between his legs and he made room for her to settle between
them.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, propping the couch pillow higher
under his head to watch when she took his cock in hand.
She let her lips slide over the head. Her tongue teased the
slit at the tip, then slid down to flick over that sensitive spot where the
underside of the head became the shaft. Leonardo sucked a deep breath of air
through his teeth.
Cradling him in her hand, she licked him from root to tip,
drew the head into her mouth, let go with a sucking pop that made his hips jerk
and did it again. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and started
fucking him with her mouth and hand at the same time. Every time he groaned,
every time he whispered her name or sucked a sharp breath of air through his
teeth her clit responded with an answering throb.
Without losing the rhythm they had together, Joy reached
down between her legs, slicked her fingers in the wet folds of her pussy and
stroked her clit in time to the bobbing of her head over his cock. Leo must
have been able to see what she was doing because he groaned deeply and muttered
something that sounded highly approving.
“I’m going to come,” he warned her in a ragged whisper.
Fuck, she was going to come too.
He groaned her name and touched her head but she couldn’t
tell if he was trying to move her away so he wouldn’t come in her mouth or push
her down on him farther. She quickened the pace of her head and looked up to
let him know she wanted it.
God, he was so unbearably sexy. His deep-blue-green eyes
watching her, the flush on his face and over his chest, the tightness of his
pierced nipples and the washboard tightening of his stomach as he breathed
hard. The sight of him so clearly aroused by what she was doing to him sent a
thrill through her body triggering the first wave of her orgasm. Her mouth
tightened around him reflexively and she moaned deeply. He thrust and spilled
into her mouth with a long, desperate moan.
When she could move again, she flopped onto her back by his
side.
He told the ceiling, “Holy shit.”
She laughed and pressed a hand to her belly when he looked
at her and smiled.
It was way too soon for her to be reacting the way she did
when he looked at her.
“I’ll come to Chicago any time you want, Joy,” he said, and
she laughed again.
Later, after they were settled into the pillow-topped heaven
that was his bed, him spooning her, she had to shoo away the thought that it
felt too good, the way his body felt tucked behind hers, his hand cradling her
breast familiarly and the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck. It was
too soon for it to feel so right.
What happened to the fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants woman she
used to be, she wondered. She hardly recognized herself, lying awake worrying
about how long things were going to last with someone she’d essentially just
met. Because the time they’d met a year and half ago didn’t count. That Leonardo
had been someone else entirely.
Easy come, easy go had always been her motto, right up to
the last man she’d dated a few months earlier. It had always been that way for
her, even the couple of times she’d tried to live with someone. When it was over,
it was over and there would be another man right behind the one who’d left. Or
been asked to leave. Joy had a feeling when it came time for Leonardo to go,
there wasn’t going to be anything easy about it.
Chapter Ten
March flew by in a blur of hiring and training two new
counter girls, training Agnes—who was going to be a really good
piercer—rehearsals with Grind,
“ Mmm hmm ,” she hummed with a knowing smile.
“Oh, Joy,” he said, and she had to laugh because she
couldn’t tell if he was saying her name or making a declaration.
Joy braced herself on her arms and gave him a quick peck on
the mouth before she crawled backward until she was face-to-face with his dick.
She wedged one knee between his legs and he made room for her to settle between
them.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, propping the couch pillow higher
under his head to watch when she took his cock in hand.
She let her lips slide over the head. Her tongue teased the
slit at the tip, then slid down to flick over that sensitive spot where the
underside of the head became the shaft. Leonardo sucked a deep breath of air
through his teeth.
Cradling him in her hand, she licked him from root to tip,
drew the head into her mouth, let go with a sucking pop that made his hips jerk
and did it again. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and started
fucking him with her mouth and hand at the same time. Every time he groaned,
every time he whispered her name or sucked a sharp breath of air through his
teeth her clit responded with an answering throb.
Without losing the rhythm they had together, Joy reached
down between her legs, slicked her fingers in the wet folds of her pussy and
stroked her clit in time to the bobbing of her head over his cock. Leo must
have been able to see what she was doing because he groaned deeply and muttered
something that sounded highly approving.
“I’m going to come,” he warned her in a ragged whisper.
Fuck, she was going to come too.
He groaned her name and touched her head but she couldn’t
tell if he was trying to move her away so he wouldn’t come in her mouth or push
her down on him farther. She quickened the pace of her head and looked up to
let him know she wanted it.
God, he was so unbearably sexy. His deep-blue-green eyes
watching her, the flush on his face and over his chest, the tightness of his
pierced nipples and the washboard tightening of his stomach as he breathed
hard. The sight of him so clearly aroused by what she was doing to him sent a
thrill through her body triggering the first wave of her orgasm. Her mouth
tightened around him reflexively and she moaned deeply. He thrust and spilled
into her mouth with a long, desperate moan.
When she could move again, she flopped onto her back by his
side.
He told the ceiling, “Holy shit.”
She laughed and pressed a hand to her belly when he looked
at her and smiled.
It was way too soon for her to be reacting the way she did
when he looked at her.
“I’ll come to Chicago any time you want, Joy,” he said, and
she laughed again.
Later, after they were settled into the pillow-topped heaven
that was his bed, him spooning her, she had to shoo away the thought that it
felt too good, the way his body felt tucked behind hers, his hand cradling her
breast familiarly and the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck. It was
too soon for it to feel so right.
What happened to the fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants woman she
used to be, she wondered. She hardly recognized herself, lying awake worrying
about how long things were going to last with someone she’d essentially just
met. Because the time they’d met a year and half ago didn’t count. That Leonardo
had been someone else entirely.
Easy come, easy go had always been her motto, right up to
the last man she’d dated a few months earlier. It had always been that way for
her, even the couple of times she’d tried to live with someone. When it was over,
it was over and there would be another man right behind the one who’d left. Or
been asked to leave. Joy had a feeling when it came time for Leonardo to go,
there wasn’t going to be anything easy about it.
Chapter Ten
March flew by in a blur of hiring and training two new
counter girls, training Agnes—who was going to be a really good
piercer—rehearsals with Grind,
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