A/N: Here is Chapter 7, everyone. John gets over himself a little. Yes, he does.
*Pardon any typos or other goofs. I do appreciate you all reading; hopefully, as drawn out as it is, you'll have some fun with it. I like to take my time with sexy stuff!
And it was real good. Without having to be self-conscious about what they were doing, John and Joss were instead able to revel in the uninhibited. No need for muffled moans, sound-smothering pillows, or even closed bedroom doors. They were going to act like two overgrown kids whose parents were away for the weekend. It had been a long time since Joss had done anything like this; she was so overcome with excitement and arousal, she could barely stand it. And John Reese was the man she was doing it with. Had someone told her that three days ago, she'd have laughed—after she cussed them out for being absurd.
They stumbled to Joss' bed in each other's arms, with John picking her up and landing on it with a slight bounce. The springs creaked as they landed, and John could make out the same thudding sound he heard when listening to her get herself off at the library. He was going to enjoy the living hell out of this. And if they didn't break this damn bed by the time they were done, he'd be shocked.
Well, he'd do his best to have a reason to take her furniture shopping.
The room was warm with the burn and scent of vanilla candles. Joss' skin took on a burnished bronze glow, smooth and soft to the touch, her nipples puckering in that dusky purplish hue he remembered from the van. With his knees now on the bed, he leaned over her and spread her legs open at an acute angle, so as to cradle himself between them. From that vantage point, he ran his hands and fingers up and down her body, his palms pressed flat against her from neck to calves to feet. He made sure to lift her legs up to caress her thighs and ass, too. John just loved the feel of her, the curves of her body, even the scars she had. And the tattoo! Yes, she had one, his little minx, on her other hip, opposite the scar. Very, very sexy, very cool. The more he discovered of Joss' body, the more exciting she became to him.
Lying beside her was the toy she's bought earlier. John picked it up and studied it for a second before taking it, his eyes glowing silver in the candlelight, and, with a wicked smile, put it to her lips to trace circles around them. "Let me see you lick, Joss. Slide it between your fucking gorgeous lips and…lick your juices from it…"
Joss slipped her tongue out and began to do as he asked. And yes, she could taste herself. The naughtiness of what she was doing shot heat to her core, and she quietly groaned as she sucked the toy. John watched and listened, lust threatening to kill him. She had begged him to fuck her, and he fully intended to—but he wanted to take his time, to savor his time with her. However, she wouldn't make that easy, especially when he saw her wrap those full, luscious lips around the toy. Damn, what the hell would it be like to watch and feel her take him in her mouth?
She must have read his mind. "Mmmmm, John, this would be so much better for you if I was doing it to you instead."
"You think so?" he said thickly.
"Mmmhmm, I do, I do."
"Well, hold that thought and save it for my special treat later. I don't want to cum yet—and I would after two licks like that from you."
Joss sucked her teeth in mock teasing. "Amateur! Well, then, come up here and give me a kiss."
John put the toy to his own lips for a quick kiss before moving to Joss' mouth for a longer one. Their tongues met and began to duel with one another, while Joss reached down to stroke his cock instead. His hands on her became just as feverish as their kiss as she drove him to the brink with her touch.
He groaned and swore between her lips, and blindly, frantically moved his body up to spread her thighs and thrust two fingers into her. Joss squealed against his mouth. His thrusts were rough and sure as they had been before, and, in curving them just so, he hit pay dirt. The sensation was intense, almost too much to stand, and she made the bed knock as she bucked her hips against his fingers. John decided to go bolder, slipping a third finger into her while he ventured to her left nipple with his tongue. He lapped her like a kitten laps his milk, in between pulling and nipping with his teeth. Her hand let go of his cock as she was swept away by the demanding arousal he brought forth.
"John! Ohhohohohoh…you crazy ass man…too good, too good, too good! I can't take it…no, too much…"
"Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Hmm? Yes?" He stopped sucking her for just a moment, to concentrate on his fingers inside her, lying his head on her breast.
"Yes, yes, yes…oh, Jesus…"
"Let me feel you cum again, Joss. Like this morning. That was so nice…so incredible. Give me that, sweetie. Come on, babe…that's a good girl…"
Joss threw her head back and her mouth opened. She grabbed at his back as she writhed against his fingers, the climax bubbling to the surface, until she finally shattered into a million pieces of light, her body thrashing uncontrollably, the pent up wildness unleashed.
Suddenly, rapidly, John rolled over, roughly pulled her down, and entered her. Just as her spasms subsided, he began a slow, tormenting rhythm with his cock. She moaned incoherence in his ear, and dug her nails into his back.
After two years of fantasy, night dreams, daydreams—wet dreams—John was now exactly where he had longed to be. And she was so tight! So wet! Succulent. She was exquisite. No question at all.
"Oh yeah…oh, yeah…" his deep voice rumbled between gasps. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and began the deep thrusts that his cock had begged him to earlier that morning. The bed banged louder and dipped under their weight and friction. Soon, Joss began to slap at him, hitting his shoulders, his face, her body not able to contain the pleasure he was giving her.
When she hit him in the mouth, he gritted his teeth and grunted, reaching up to roughly take her hands and pin them at her sides, while his thrusting continued with more urgency. Joss' mouth opened and the initial squeal she made turned into a scream. She couldn't be still; her head bobbed to and fro, and the murmurs of lusty words she uttered would have stunned anyone who knew her as the straight-laced cop of the 8th Precinct.
But John wasn't surprised. He'd always known that this blazing fire burned within her. He could feel it every time he looked at her, heard her voice over the phone yelling at him for some unorthodox act he'd committed in the name of protecting her, or a number. It would have put some other men off, but it turned him on like a blowtorch. Yes, she was a spunky cop, but she was also sweet and sensitive, and radiant. She was a woman: sexy, sensual, passionate, voluptuous like hell. She was his woman. In his heart, she always had been.
"Naughty little Joss Carter; ballsy Joss Carter; girly Joss Carter. I love it all…I love every bit of it…every bit of you. Yes, I do."
Joss' brain was a bit fuzzy from sex, that was for sure. But had she heard him right? Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
"John?" She looked up at him for some kind of answer, but it didn't come. Instead, he lifted her other leg and pushed her back far enough for her knees to just barely touch the headboard. From there, his thrusts became more rapid, harder, the slamming sound of flesh against flesh, coupled with the knock-knock-knock of the bed and their sounds of pleasure making for their unique symphony of love. His sweat mingled with hers as they got hotter, hotter and higher, John's control no longer his own. His fingers sought her nipples, and he grabbed at her, pinching almost painfully. Jos could feel herself reaching again, and she knew he was there with her.
Rising up on his knees and throwing his head back, eyes closed, he let go, the sweet release he'd been after for so long now finally his. "Oh…oh…oh…oh…Joss…sweetheart…AAAAAARRRGGGHHH…I love you…I love you…Jesus knows I love you…"
And with the confirmation that what he had implied a few moments before was what he actually meant, Joss joined him in her own heart shattering climax.
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The two spent lovers lie in each other's arms, but they were just taking a break. What they had just shared was only an appetizer; they were hardly tired in the sense that they couldn't do it again, greedy as they were for one another. But for now, cuddles, caresses and light kisses wre more than enough. The two snuggled under the comforter now, each trying to process their feelings, their understandings of what had just happened between them.
John stroked Joss' hair as she lie against his side, her arm thrown across his torso. He stared at the ceiling, watching the candle flickers weave and bounce across it, a peace passing through him that he hadn't felt in years.
"You're so beautiful Jocelyn Carter. So beautiful. And to think I was going to deny myself your beauty…out of fear…I must have been out of my mind."
Joss turned her head and put her chin on his chest to look at him. This was the conversation she thought they would have had at the Lyric. She was all ready to point fingers, to tap her foot in the demand for answers to his sexy and strange behavior yesterday morning—and then try her best to convince him to give them a chance. But now, there was none of that. She just wanted to hear what he had to say, if he wanted to tell her.
"Why? Why would you do that, John?" she whispered softly.
John sighed. "Like I said. Fear. Not-not of you, honey," he said, looking down at her to quickly reassure her. "Of me. Of what I might let happen if this happened."
She wrinkled her nose. "I don't follow, John."
He looked at the ceiling again, while putting one of his arms behind his head. "Joss, I've been attracted to you for a long time. You probably know that by now, or you don't but it's true. But honestly, when we were in the van and you were so tense, I just wanted to help you, make you feel better. You were helping me, so I just wanted to see what I could do for you. I swear, that's what my intentions were."
"Okay. Go on," she nodded.
"Well, things got…a little heated after a while, you know. We had been talking about us and what we mean to each other, and something changed…maybe it was the proximity, maybe it was the fact that I was able to touch you in a way that I never had before, but had always wanted to." He shook his head. "No, there was no "maybe" about it on that. It was because I was touching you. And you liked it."
Joss giggled. "Yeah, I did. You go the magic touch, boy! And after all that and the playing we did here, I slept like a baby. So, thank you for that. I got carried away, too. Only problem is, I didn't mind getting carried away. Once I got over the initial shock that, I of all people, turned you on, I wanted to get carried away. It felt good, a long time coming. Damn good, John. You're amazing—"
"Thank you for that, Joss. But tell me, why would it have been a surprise you that I wanted you?"
"Because we'd never done anything like that before, never even held each other unless it was in the line of fire. The subject of us together never came up. And I'm not exactly Zoe Morgan, am I?"
The topic of John's "special friend" was a baby elephant in the room, but an elephant all the same. Joss knew that he would see her occasionally, have sex with her, but she never pried or anything. That was his business—even if, now that she thought about it, he'd been all over her brief interlude with Cal Beecher. Listening in on her calls with Finch, tailing him, tailing her with him—essentially threatening to kill him if he wasn't good to her. She thought he was just being a pest then, a paranoid, wonderfully overprotective big brother. That it was something more warmed her heart.
He pulled her up closer to him then, so as to look at her directly in the eye. Smoothing away her mussy hair with both hands, he said, "no, you aren't. And I've never felt about Zoe the way I feel about you. Believe me."
The earnestness in his voice touched her deeply. She kissed him softly. "I believe you. But that still doesn't answer me why you got weird in the van and why you ran away from her this morning after what was happening between us."
"Because of the number. I took my eye, my mind, and my body off of what I was supposed to be doing there. As pleasurable as it was, that wasn't you, Joss." He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her.
"Yeah, I know. When you discovered what was happening, that's when you started getting detached again. I can understand it. You were there to help him. We both were. But—I don't know. I just thought you blamed me or something. Or that you didn't want me after all. You were just passing time."
"Oh, no, no, no, Joss. Don't ever think that I didn't want you. I wanted you so badly I had to force myself to stop, dig way deep down to find the control. Shame crept over me when I realized I could have happily let Ramone die in there if it meant I could have you to myself for just a little while. And I don't…I don't operate that way, Joss. But I could have, easily, in that instance."
"Soooo, what you're telling me is that you were willing to let go of your own overall happiness in service to the numbers, to people whom you don't even know, just because, based on one incident, you think you can't—multitask?"
"God, does it sound that lame?"
"Yeah, it does, John. Baby, listen, I have a sixteen-year-old son, and there's a chance each day that I don that badge and gun I may never come home to see him again. I love my job, love helping people, making a difference. And believe me, I've sacrificed a lot for the NYPD, a helluva lot. I've been thinking about making some changes there, to be honest."
She continued. "But Taylor is my child, my heart, and I can't imagine my life without him. He is what I come to because he is a part of me more than that badge is. And I would never close him out because of the work I do. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, Joss. It does. If you hadn't noticed, I changed my mind. Lasted all of a damn day and a half. I can't give up helping the numbers, not yet anyway. But…I can't give you up either. It's not possible."
"We'll figure it out, John. I'll help you. Because, I don't want to give you up either. I-I want to be your woman." There it was.
He wrapped his arms around her. "Hmmm, you are my woman. In some way, you always have been."
Just then, Joss got a wicked idea. "How about it if "your woman" gives you that special treat she promised you way back when? In honor of our new understanding?"
"Oh? Well, I think that would be…that would be…wonderful."
With a grin and a look of seductive charm on her face, Joss slowly ambled her body lower until she was finally completely under the comforter. She took his semi-erect cock in her hand and then into her mouth. When the sensation hit him full on, John threw his head back with a groan and clutched her head, willing her to stay in place, to stay with him, over and over again, her mouth weaving magic spells over him that even his deepest dreams couldn't produce. With a hiss, he bucked his hips against her until he lost the sweet battle in the war for control. His orgasm roared out of him just as the last of the candles flickered, dimmed, and finally went out.
A/N: There's a little more to come. Joss still has a date with her old cop buddy from Virginia to sort out. And once John gets wind, he may be jealous—or he may have to keep one step ahead to keep her out of trouble. Hope you enjoyed these two chaps, and we'll be back when we can. Cheers, guys!