A/N: M rated content in this chapter.
"I'm sorry today wasn't better." I put my hand against her shoulder as we're walking through the parking lot and start out my apology. She's been a trooper all day and she hasn't complained not once; except for when she lost her bottoms. But anyway, I feel like I owe her an apology for the way this day turned out. It wasn't completely disastrous but it was disastrous nonetheless. She spent more time crying and upset today than laughing and having a good time and I'm responsible for that. I grabbed her up and bruised her arms pretty bad, that was my fault. She lost her bathing suit bottoms and got really mad at me because I laughed and that was my fault too. Then I put her in line next to a pervert that took pictures of her and I was too damn busy gazing out into the friggin' sky to notice the guy when we actually was taking pictures of her. I ruined today and I guess the least I can do is apologize to her for it. "I guess maybe you were right…we should've stopped after our first date. At least that one wasn't so horrible."
"Oh stop it." She digs her elbow into my side and starts playing with my hand. "It wasn't horrible, Alex. I had fun…and I'm not just saying that to appease you. It really wasn't horrible. Sure it could've been better but it wasn't horrible. I had a lot of fun on the waterslides and in the wave pool. It was fun…really, it was fun." We get to the car and she opens up the backseat before she gets in the front. She piles her bags in the back and I pile my bags in the back as well. "Especially when the bartender thought my ID was fake…that super fun." She shuts the back door and gets into the passenger's side. "I'm beginning to think maybe I should walk around wearing a bonnet. A bonnet, some glasses and a freaking dress that covers from my chin to my ankles…and maybe I'll carry around knitting needles. Maybe that'll convince people that I'm TWNETY THREE years old and not five." I just listen to her complain as I get into the passenger's seat of the car. "Do you think…if I carried around the knitting needles in addition to a cat…that would help?"
I laugh and shove the key into the ignition of my car. "I don't know about that, but." I put my arm behind the seat and prop myself up so I can see if anything's coming before I back out. "If anyone could pull off a bonnet and a kimono it'd be you. You'd make it hot." I pull out of our parking space and start driving out. With playful melodramatics, she puts her hand on her chest, rolls her eyes to the back of her head and gasps like she's oh-so flattered. "Yeah, yeah…settle down." I wave my hand at her and smirk. She gets pretty annoyed when people think she's younger than what she is just by looking at her but I'm willing to bet a lot of money that if those people sat and talked to her for just five minutes, they'd think she's actually older than 23. A lot of time, I actually forget that she's only 23. Jo's wise…way beyond her years. She's wise, she's mature and her mindset is so much different than any other woman in her twenties that I've met. Sure she looks like she's in her teens instead of in her twenties but just talking to her makes you realize that she's not. "So uh…" I turn my wheel and get onto the highway. "I know our stay at the park wasn't the greatest but we can still go somewhere else if you want… end the day on a high note."
"Oh no, the only place I want to go is back to the hotel to take a shower. I feel gross." She rolls down her window and looks out of it. "You know Alex…I'm serious. I had fun today. So don't feel like you need to make it up to me because it was bad because it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad. A little unorthodox, yeah. But it wasn't a bad date. I enjoyed myself." I keep my eyes on the road and inevitably smirk again. I really love it when she breaks out her Ivy League education. Okay so sometimes talking to Jo makes me feel dumb because she'll use big words against me and even though I'm an author that has a vocabulary of over a million words, I admit that sometimes I have to use context clues to figure out what she's trying to say. She's smart and I find that incredibly sexy. "We can have fun at the hotel and end the date on a high note. You don't have to keep pouring money into me having a nice time. Sometimes…sometimes I have more fun just lounging around in my pajamas with you. Like that one time…before we started dating, and we were sitting in the hotel playing 20 questions? That was fun…we can do that."
"Alright, alright. So we'll just sit around in the hotel room for the rest of the day." I glance down at the clock on my dashboard and see that it's only 4:50 in the afternoon. We can lounge around in the hotel room for the rest of the day if she wants to, it won't hurt. "We can order in cheap hotel food and eat it on the floor…kinda like how you were raised to do." I take a playful jab at her. She looks at me with narrowed eyes and a playfully offended smile. "…What? Isn't that what you did until you were ten? Stayed in an orphanage, didn't you? Waited in line to take a shower…go to bed on an empty stomach…smelly blankets…. You were raised to sit on the floor and eat cheap takeout for dinner until you were ten. I still think that girl is somewhere underneath that smarty-pants act."
"…I didn't sit on the floor and eat takeout." She sounds like she's really sad over it. She's looking down at the ground and twiddling her thumbs. I was just trying to make a joke…I should've bit my tongue. I reach over to grab her hand as a silent apology but she snatches her hand away from me. "…I sat on the front porch, if you must know." She swats me on the thigh and relief washes over me. Damn, I really thought I offended her for a minute there. It scared me. I mean just imagine if I really did offend her. I'd totally be batting a thousand if I offended her, wouldn't I? I would've hurt her, offended her and failed to protect her all in the same day. I really do feel like I failed to protect her from that lowlife. I'm just failing her all around. I'm being a bad boyfriend. Have I really fell off the wagon that much? I know there's been a lot of nobodies since Lucy so it's been a while since I've been in a true committed relationship but I swore I would treat Jo better because she's not a nobody. I've been failing her though. "What about you? At least I grew up with a mother for some of my life. And she wasn't a junkie."
"Screw you." I look at her for a second and I feel my love for this woman deepen. I've spent all this time comparing her to Lucy and thinking about ways she's different and the same but I think I'm done doing that. Lucy and Jo are in two totally different universes. Jo is…she's amazing. I say that a lot but every time I say it I mean it more and more. She's amazing. I think today opened my eyes a bit more. I grabbed her and I shook her and she's still sitting here with me. Embarrassing as it was, she let me cry on her shoulder and she didn't even judge me. I really…really want to believe that she's the one. I want to believe that someday I'm going to marry her and all that stuff but I just know that I'm not. I sigh and focus on the road again. It's taxing to think about how Jo is everything I want and everything I can't have. "I'm really am sorry Jo. I wish today could've been better."
"…Me too." She nods her head and looks out the window as she finally admits it to me. I just keep thinking about how she told me I changed her life. How she was that girl that didn't know where her next meal was coming from, how she thought she was going to have to revert to extreme measures just to pay her bills and how she was lonely. And I guess maybe, when she puts it that way, I did…change her life. But she changed mine too. I was that guy that thought I wasn't going to find love. I was that guy that gave up on women and gave up on everything I wanted because it took me a while to get over heartbreak. I guess she doesn't see it but Jo changed my life so much too. She makes me a happier me. I haven't been this happy Alex in years…a week with her brought it out of me. "Alex?" She calls my name so I look over at her. "…If you could go any place in the world…where would it be?" She drums her fingers along her kneecap and waits for my answer.
"California." I shrug and give the first answer that pops into my mind. I don't want to brag to her or anything but if I wanted to, I could. I could go anywhere in this world if I wanted to. I have the money to do whatever I want and go wherever I want. The only place in the world I want to go is California. The weather's nice, the sun always shines in California, I have a house out there and I even have publisher offers out there. I wasn't going to take any of the offers at first, which is really the only reason why I never mentioned it to Jo but after our talk today, I don't think I'm going to give up writing. She told me that she likes me. Not Michael Evans, not some romance author that I am. She likes me…she likes Alex. If I can make a believer out of Jo then maybe I can make a believer out of the world. I don't think I'm going to give up writing anymore. So yeah…if I could pick any place in the world to go to, I'd go to California.
"Why?"
"Because it's pretty…and there are beaches…" I shrug again. "What about you?"
"…I'd go to Disneyland." She says that as if she's been thinking about this for a while. "Then I'd go back to Kansas." She continues. "I really liked it there. The whole…atmosphere of Kansas was nice. I liked meeting your family too. But mostly, I just liked…I liked the feeling I got while we were in Kansas." I pull into the parking lot of the hotel but I put the car in park and listen to her instead of getting out. "…I'm leaving soon, aren't I?" She turns to me. I nod. These days, when we talk about her leaving, it's just a certainty. It's not as painful as it used to be because the both of us have come to terms with the fact that she's getting on a plane and leaving to go to Massachusetts. It hurts like hell and I wish she didn't have to go but it's happening, I'm not letting her give up and both of us know that it's coming. So when we talk about it anymore, it's not as bad as it used to be. "Promise me something." She says. She doesn't ask…she says it like she's not even giving me an option. "If…when I leave, if we don't…talk to each other as much as we do now and all that stuff, whatever. But promise me that you'll at least keep in touch with your mother and your sister." I wrinkle my brow at her. "I know it sounds foolish but Alex, I swear it's not. My…both my parents are dead. It sucks. It gets easier but it'll always suck. And I know you and your mom have history and it's bad history and things probably can't be patched up between you two but I swear to god, it won't be worth it in the end. When she's dead, you'll wish you had kept in touch. So just promise me even if we don't stay in touch, you'll stay in touch with them."
"I will." I promise her that without even hesitating. I totally will keep in touch with my mom and Amber if it's important to Jo that I do. I mean if I didn't really want to, I could just promise it to her anyway and pretend like I will because if Jo's in Massachusetts at med school and I'm in California working for a publishing company, she won't know the difference. She won't know if I keep in touch with my mom and Amber or not. But promises to Jo are sacred to me and I won't let her down. I'll keep in touch with my mom and my sister if she wants me to. "And you promise me that if you need anything, you'll call." I don't think she knows it, but I admit that one comment from the conversation we had earlier has really been sticking with me. It's been bothering me. "Even if we haven't talked in two years or two months. Call me if you need something. I'll have it to you that day, I promise. No…stripping or prostituting for money. Promise me that?"
"I'm not…." She sighs and smiles. "I was never really considering being a stripper or a prostitute, I was just saying. That…I was broke. I was broke and I wasn't making enough working for your cheapskate ass. So I thought…the thought crossed my mind briefly. But I don't think I'd really have the balls to do that." I think right now would be an acceptable time to get out of the car and go into the hotel now but I can tell just by her body language that something's bothering her. She's looking down at her legs and rubbing her arm. Something's clearly bothering her. "That was a dark place in my life, Alex. I mean…I'm lighter now. Two weeks ago was a dark place in my life but I'm lighter now. Still not…fixed, but better." I rest my hand on her back as she talks. "My mom died." She starts and I can tell by the tone of her voice that this is only the beginning. I take my hand off her back and turn the key in the ignition to turn the car off. Whatever she's about to say to me is clearly something hard for her to talk about because she's being hesitant, so I give her my full, undivided attention. "My dad died my freshman year of college and my mom died my sophomore year. They're all I had in this world, y'know? I don't have brothers and sisters…aunts or uncles. I don't know who my birth parents are. I was an orphan, then I got adopted, and now I'm an orphan again. I don't have anybody else to…run to when I need help. They were it. And then…I get raped. And the only person in the world I wanted to talk to…the only person I wanted to confide in…died. The week before that, she died. So I had nobody to talk to…nobody that'd listen. As far as my best friend was concerned, I just screwed her boyfriend so she wasn't speaking to me. I was at a very dark place in my life back then I…didn't have anything to live for." She tucks her hair behind her ear and though I already knew that Jo's amazing, the way she pulls herself together just amazes me even more. "So…when I say that I thought about becoming a prostitute, I mean that lightly. I wouldn't do that." She clears her throat. "So. Let's go inside…I need to shower."
Adding to the long list of things I love about Jo, I love that she doesn't take pity. She's gotten herself through some pretty messed up situations and she never uses them as an excuse. She's the strongest person I know hands down. I can't really imagine how I would come through all of that if I had to go through the things she went through. Like her parents dying within two years and getting raped the week after her mom died…that's rough stuff. I knew she was strong before but I really look at her in a different light after hearing all that. She got through all of that without a support system. I say it a lot but I swear…Jo amazes me. "You can get in the shower first…I'll see what's cookin' in the cafeteria." I lock my car up after we grab our bags. The temperature has gone way down from what it was earlier at the waterpark and it actually feels good out here now.
I hold the door open for her and follow her inside. I follow her past the check-in desk to the elevator. She pushes the number "3" to take us up to the third floor. I file through my beach bag for our room key. "I'm not hungry." She says, just as I find the key. "So don't worry about getting food. The hamburger I had back at the park really did me in." The elevator doors open up and she walks out first. "Unless you're hungry…but I'm not." She gets to our room and waits for me to open the door.
"I'm not." I put the key into the lock and once it beeps, I open the door. "I'm full too actually." I shut the door behind us and drop all our bags on the floor. Instead of heading straight for the shower like I thought she would, she gets on her knees and opens up our bags. I turn on the light and take off my shoes. She starts taking our bathing suits and towels out of the bags. I just go over to the window and close the curtains up. She starts hanging our wet clothes up on the door handles. "What are you doing?" I sit down on the bed and watch her. She takes my trunks and drapes them over the bathroom door along with my beach towel.
"You have to hang up wet clothes so they don't get all mildewed." She looks at me like I should've known that as she ties her bikini top onto a door handle. "Forgot…you grew up without a mom and you were raised in a barn. My bad." She kicks off her sandals and unzips her pants. "You have to hang up wet clothes so they don't get moldy. You can't just bawl them up and shove them in a basket. They'll get moldy and you'll never be able to wear them again." She's not wearing underwear under her shorts because she was wearing her bathing suit underneath of them when we left for the park earlier and she didn't pack extra underwear to put on after she took her bottoms off so she just leaves them unbuttoned around her waist. She takes off her shirt and tosses it in the pile of dirty clothes in the corner of our room. She's not wearing a bra either but her back is turned towards me so I can't see anything. I lean back against the bed and prop myself up on my elbows. I lick my lips at the sight of her sexy back dimples though. They're two deep, circular indentations in her lower back, just before her ass starts and they're the sexiest things. "…What are you looking at?" She turns around and to my dismay, her hair is covering her boobs.
"Hmm? Nothin'." I shake my head and pretend like I was just blankly staring off into space and not staring at her. I crack myself up sometimes. Here I am staring at her half-naked body and fantasizing about her as if I've never seen her naked before. She's so damn sexy though. As soon as she turns around again, I go right back to staring at her. She hooks her thumbs through the belt loops on her shorts and pulls them down. When she pulls them down, she bends over and sticks her ass out and I know she's doing it on purpose. I crack a smile and sit back and enjoy the show. She steps out of her shorts and throws them in the corner with the rest of the dirty clothes. She reaches back with her hand and shakes her hair and when she shakes her hair, she sticks her butt out. I sit up so I'm closer to her. "Come 'ere…" I hold my hand out. She turns around and she's smiling at me. I just…stare. Her hair is still damp so it's flat and darker than usual. The dried parts of it are bouncy and wavy but the wet parts are straight and flat amongst the wavy parts. She has sexy tan lines too. Her boobs are lighter than the skin on her arms and her stomach and her crotch is lighter than the skin on her legs. Her tan is sexy…SHE is sexy. "Just come here…" I keep my hand out.
"I'm getting in the shower." She tucks her hair behind her ears and starts back pedaling towards the bathroom door. "I smell like chlorine and sweat and that's not a good mixture." She's acting like she wasn't just teasing me and I shake my head at her. She knows she's sexy; I'm convinced. She likes teasing me. "See you when I get out."
"Mhm." I nod my head and watch her disappear into the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and I stand up. I take off my shirt and throw it in the corner with her clothes and I unbutton my pants. I would just leave her alone to take her shower in peace if she didn't tease me the way she did as she was taking her clothes off. She teased me, I'm hard and ready and now, she can't shower alone. I kick my pants off, don't bother putting them with the other dirty clothes and go straight for the bathroom.
Jo's Point of View.
I pull back the glass shower door and run the hot water. I test it with my hand to make sure it's not too hot and when it's okay enough for me, I pull the lever to make the stream turn into shower spray. I put my clean white towel on the sink counter and grab a washcloth off the rack. As I'm about to get in the shower, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I got a tan today. My boobs are all pasty and the rest of me is golden. I reach back and grab my hair up into a ponytail so I can see if my neck tanned too. It didn't, probably because my hair was down all day. I release my hair and it falls back around my chest. Speaking of my hair, the sun bleached it a little bit today. I grab a clump of my hair and stare at it. It looks like I have blonde low-lights in my usually dark brown hair. I don't like it…but it'll probably be gone tomorrow. It's not the first time the sun's bleached my hair before. It usually fades pretty quickly but I hate it. I think it's ugly. I pull my hair away from my face and keep looking at myself in the mirror. You're not completely ugly, Jo…you could be pretty. I turn around and examine myself from the side. I guess I'm not as ugly as I thought I was. I think…I don't know, I think I'm pretty. I have a cute face. My forehead is kind of wide but my eyebrows balance it out nicely. My hair's pretty…I think. My eyes are pretty. They're brown but they're light brown and depending on how the light hits them, they could pass for hazel. I'm not hideous…
I step back and look at myself in the body mirror. I've gained some weight on this trip and it doesn't look horrible. It got pretty evenly distributed. It went to my thighs and my butt. It could've gone to my boobs… My butt is kind of big for my size, I guess. It's okay. I bite my lip and turn to the other side. I think, for the first time in my life, I can live with what I see in the mirror. I'm not totally disappointed with what I see in the mirror. You're not that bad. There's a reason the weird guy thought you were hot enough to take pictures…and a couple guys were staring when we were eating… So maybe I'm not that ugly. Alex is still the hottest guy on the planet and I'm still not sure if I measure up as a hot piece of arm candy for him but I could get there. I'm not that bad. The only thing I see in the mirror that's a blemish are the two red marks on my arms and those will fade with time. Other than that, I like what I see. For the first time in…god knows how long, I think I'm pretty. Not sure if I'm sexy but pretty is good.
I smile at my thoughts and climb into the shower. I shut the glass door and let the spray hit me. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. The hot water feels so good compared to the cold pool water I've been in all day. I stick my head under the spray and soak in the warmth. I turn around and let the water hit my backside. I roll my head around and let the water hit my neck. I turn my arms outwards so the warm water can hit my bruises as well. As I reach forward to pick up my washcloth and the bar of soap, I hear the bathroom door open. I stand up straight and squint so I can see through the steamed up, tempered glass door of the shower. It's Alex just like I knew it would be. He probably has to pee or something. I shrug him off and resume to start washing myself up. I pick up my washcloth and the bar of soap and turn around to face the shower spray. I put the soap in my rag to lather it up and when I do, the shower door slides open. I whip around quickly to see that he's stepping inside. "I guess privacy is a thing of the past…"
"Yeah, it is…when you tease me like that." He takes my washcloth and the soap from my hand and puts them back down on the ledge in the shower. I didn't know he caught my drift back in the bedroom. Admittedly so, I was teasing him. It was too easy though. He was sitting on the bed clearly watching me undress and when I caught him, he tried to pretend like he wasn't doing anything. So of course, I had to tease him after that. "You can't tease me like that and expect for me to let it go…doesn't work like that." He wraps his strong arms around my waist and I jump back a little bit just because his skin is cold compared to mine. When I jump back though, my butt is against him and he's hard…which makes me smile. I put my head back against his chest and tilt it so he has a direct way to my neck. He takes my open invitation and puts his lips to my neck. He starts kissing my neck like he'd kiss me on my lips and I close my eyes. I can never say no to him once he gets started on my neck. I just can't. My neck is my sweet spot and he knows it. His hand wanders away from my waist and without any warning, it goes right between my legs. He sucks on my neck as he starts rubbing me. I throw my head back to the ceiling and try to keep my breathing even. Slowly, I part my legs for him. "Mmm…" He groans as he pulls his lips away from my neck for a second. "Good girl…" He whispers and aggressively kisses my neck again.
I kind of like it when he talks to me during sex….it's kind of a turn on. Sometimes I wish I could talk while we're having sex too but I run into the problem where I never know what to say. I think a lot during it and I feel like if I said some of the things I was thinking, he'd think I'm crazy. But he'll say something…like what he just said…and it'll turn me on so much. I can't help but wonder if talking is a turn on for him too. He shoves his hand further between my legs and I can't help but notice that since we're standing up, he can't get deep enough. So I bend my knee and rest my foot flat against the wall for him. He puts one of his fingers—I'm not sure which one—inside and I bite my lip. He puts his lips right next to mine and starts plunging his finger in and out. "Uhh…" I let a moan slip and turn my head so our lips meet. He forces my lips open and gives me an aggressive kiss. Since he's fingering me to get me in the mood, it's only fair if I get him in the mood too. So I reach back with one of my hands and grab onto his erection. I start stroking my hand on and off it as we kiss deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, he pulls his finger out and puts his hands on my hips. I put my foot flat on the floor again and stop jacking him off too. I wrap my arms around his neck and massage his tongue with mine but as I'm kissing him, he's trying to pull away from me. He squeezes his hands around my waist and turns me so I'm against the wall instead of him. He keeps trying to pull out of the kiss so instead of fighting with him on it, I let him. Once our lips part, he keeps his hands against my waist but he starts ravenously kissing my neck and my chest. He kisses between my boobs then down to my navel and now it's clear why he wanted to switch positions with me. He kneels down on his knees and kisses me on the outside. I part my legs for him again and try to retain my balance on my tiptoes. He puts his hands on my legs and holds them open so that he's really the only thing keeping me from falling. He puts his tongue inside of me and I can't help but reach down and pull his hair. I try to grab onto it but it's wet so I can't get a good grip. He lets go of my legs and rubs my legs until I get that he wants me to wrap them around his shoulders, so I do. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and he puts his hands underneath my lower back to support me. "Ohhhh…" I hold his head still. His tongue sloppily plunges in and out then circles around my clit. "Yes…oh god, yeah…." I roll my eyes to the back of my head and start breathing heavier. "Ooohh…" I start bucking my hips towards his face and his hands pull my body closer to him. He starts sucking on my clit and only my clit. "Oh my…." I try to push his head away…I can't take this anymore. I can't…oh god no, it feels too good…I can't… I keep trying to push his head away but he locks his hands around my body and forces me to take it. "Oh fuck! Oh…oh…" I pull his hair HARD. "Oh my god….oh my god, I'm gonna…" I don't even get it out before I actually do it. My toes curl under my foot and I grip his head instead of his hair. "Uh… uh…" I can't stop moaning.
Maybe I'm just still getting used to this, but I don't understand how girls just take this. He's so freaking good with his mouth. It feels way too good and I can't even handle it. How do girls just take it when their boyfriends go down on them? Maybe normal guys aren't as good with their mouths as my guy is. He's mind-blowing with his mouth. When he's done going down on me, he kisses the inside of my thighs and lowers my legs down to the ground but my legs are weak from the orgasm he just gave me. I'm still recovering from that. He kisses my hips, my bellybutton, between my boobs. I steady my legs as I stand straight up and he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. I knot my fingers through his hair and struggle to normalize my breathing again. As he's sucking on my boob, his hands squeeze my butt. He starts kissing me so hard that I don't have a chance to catch my breath. As he's kissing me, he forces my leg up and he holds it with only one of his arms.
Not that I like being…abused or whatever, but I really like when he's all aggressive and forceful. I did like it a couple nights ago when he let me be in control of the sex but I really enjoy it a hell of a lot more when he's in charge. I like being thrown against the wall and forced to put my legs up. Maybe that makes me weird but I don't care. I like the passionately angry, dominant sex. Now I'm not saying he can tie me up with a rope and beat me with a piñata stick—I'm not saying that by any means. I'm just saying that it turns me on when he's forceful.
He holds my leg up and shoves himself inside me without any kind of warning. "UHHH!" I moan louder than I've ever moaned with him and grab onto his back. He's shoving himself upwards so hard that I have no choice but to bounce on my tiptoes. "Uh…uh…uh…uh!" Every time he makes a thrust inside me, a moan just comes out and I get louder each time. "Uh…" He burrows his face in my neck and slips his hand underneath my butt. He pulls me closer to him every time he shoves it back inside and he's so, so, so deep. "Oh my god baby…oh my god…" My voice is in the tone of a moan too, that's how good this is right now. He's going so hard that I swear I'm going cross-eyed. He sucks on my neck and holds my leg up higher. He adjusts his positioning, puts his hand down further on my butt and thrusts upwards hard as he pulls me down. "UH!" I moan—no scratch that—I scream in his ear. "Oh my…god, you're so deep…" Did I just say that? I mean, I was thinking it but… god, it slipped. It slipped.
"I know." He mumbles in my ear and keeps doing that. The whole pull me down while he shoves it in thing. I don't ever want him to stop. This feels so incredibly good…I don't want him to stop. I kick my other leg up and wrap them both around his waist. I lock my legs around his waist and start moving as best as I can. I don't know what the hell just came over me but all of a sudden, I want to control this. I hold onto his shoulders and grind my hips into his pelvis…like I'm riding him while we're standing up. He puts his hands on my butt to support me and he lets me. I force him to kiss me as I keep jolting upwards but I can't keep the kissing going because I have to moan. "Damn, Jo." He mumbles in my ear and takes his hands off butt. I like it when he says my name. For some reason, that motivates me. I hold onto him with my upper body and use my lower body to ride him. I can't see his face since it's steamy in this shower but I can find his lips no problem. I kiss him hard but he pulls away from the kiss. "I gotta pull out…" He murmurs.
"No don't…" I squeeze him so he can't pull away from me. I'm talking out of my butt right now. It's like…I know I don't mean to tell him NOT to pull out but I don't want him to pull out. I want him to stay in…he can't ruin this. This is amazing, don't ruin this. "Don't pull out…not yet…" I moan—not talk, moan—to him.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me hard. "Get off." He pushes me off of him but he doesn't let me fall. He catches me and I look down when I'm off of him and I see that we were really close to making a mistake just a second ago. Did you really tell him not to pull out? As soon as he got me off, he came. It was like clockwork. He pushed me off and he came. We were like…a millisecond away from slipping up. He puts his hand on the underside of my chin and forces my lips to his. He kisses me with intensity but I can feel the passion radiating off his lips. "From now on, we use a condom…"
"Did you…?" I ask him and look down to see if I can tell if he did or not.
"No…I didn't get you." He kisses me again. "Almost…but I didn't."
"Sorry."
"Don't be…that was hot." He kisses my cheek.
Alex's Point of View.
"Do they make like…" She holds my hand up to the ceiling and plays with my fingers. "Molds? Can you make a mold of a penis and have it turned into like…a vibrator or something?" She makes me laugh. She's so goofy sometimes. "Don't laugh, I'm serious… they should totally have that option. You should be able to go to a sex toy shop and have them take a mold of a man's junk…then they should make it into a vibrator." She ponders aloud, still playing with my fingers and twisting them into different directions. I kind of want to go back and change my answer to the question she asked me earlier. We just had steamy hot sex in the shower about an hour ago and I haven't felt this close to Jo since we met. We're lying here in this hotel bed watching Parks & Recreation. She's lying on my chest and I'm holding her. She's playing with my fingers and I'm letting her. And everything just feels right in the world, you know? I want to change my answer. "Because I'm totally gonna need a vibrator made from your junk for when I go to Massachusetts."
"Hey…no talking about Boston today." I nudge her softly and remind her.
"Oops, sorry." She apologizes and keeps playing with my hands. She puts my hands down and sighs. I rest my chin against the crown of her head and continue watching TV. She slips her hand up my shirt and starts messing with my happy trail. She's so picky but I don't mind it one bit. "…Your stomach's fat…it jiggles. You need to tone up, baby…"
"Yeah well…your ass is jiggly. Go do lunges and tone up your ass, butthead." I stick my tongue out and spit at her.
"Fuck you." She says through a chiding laugh. Jo doesn't swear much but when she does, she says it so effortlessly and it's sexy when she cusses. She says it like she always says it even though she never really does. I tighten my arm around her body and just enjoy this moment. I want to change my answer. When she asked me where I would go if I could go anywhere in this world, I said I'd go to California. I have a new answer. If I could go anywhere in this world, I wouldn't go anywhere. I'd stay right here in this hotel bed for the rest of my life with her. I swear I would.
I wouldn't go anywhere.