AN: Just an FYI the sex scene is a bit graphic but I wanted it to be more raw and urgent. So if that's not your thing you may want to skip to the line break.
Joss knew the moment she pulled John inside that they were going to have sex. No, not sex, they were going to make love. Sex was impersonal and meaningless to him. What they were about to do was going to mean something for her and him. She smiled softly at the stark panic in his eyes knowing he knew it too. Give him the cold hard facts now, her mind hissed. But her body didn't mind laying down the law after they made love.
The door clicked shut and her focus sharpened on John rather than her own internal musings. Joss kept her gaze on him but reached around him to lock the door. The moment she moved back his mouth was on hers. She sighed as she kissed him back welcoming the warm glide of his tongue across hers as he walked her backwards until her back collided with the corner of the wall leading to her living room. He had a tight grip on her hip with one hand and the other was cupping the back of her neck, as he slanted his head to rub his lips against hers sensually.
Joss shivered, if he was this good at kissing she could only imagine what he was like as a lover. Judging from how easily he brought her to a climax in her car this afternoon she'd say he was stellar. Her hands slid from his chest down around to his butt just as his hands lifted to cup her breasts. They moaned simultaneously.
He ended the kiss to stare into her eyes. "Tell me to stop and I will," he said lowly with a hint of a breathless quality making his voice sound deeper, richer.
Joss arched her back thrusting her breasts more firmly in his palms. "Does it feel like I want you to stop?" she wondered as she pulled him forward and felt his erection pressing hard against her belly. Her body quivered in anticipation.
John didn't respond as he began undoing her blouse's buttons and pushed it off her shoulders in turn. He undid the clasp to her bra and she helped shrug it off. His thumbs pressed on her hard nipples which hardened further making her sigh. He let his fingers trail down between the valley of her breasts and caressed the scar she received in Fallujah, before skimming them over her ribcage, erecting goose-bumps on her skin. He bent his head and kissed the top of her breast before dipping down further and circled her nipple with his tongue.
Joss leaned her head back against the wall on a long moan as his mouth was devilish against her flesh. His one hand was pinching and rolling her other nipple, while the other hand was working its way down and cupped her through her pants with his other hand earning a gasp. She scraped her nails against the back of his neck.
He lifted his head and licked his lips. "You're all curves," he rasped.
"And that gets you hot?"
"You have no idea how much. You're a real woman, not some stick figure with no substance." he growled as he swiftly and passionately took her lips with his in brutal intensity. Joss whimpered as he hauled her up into his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his rather impressive erection against her intimately. She was pressed against all hard and smoldering male. Never once in her life did she feel like she was about to be consumed with the hot flames of ecstasy, not until John.
She didn't even realize he had carried her upstairs until his lips were off hers and was looking at her for direction. Joss leaned forward to rim his ear with her tongue to breathe; "Last door on the left."
Without a word he carried her to her bedroom and she was so glad she had just checked on Taylor, who should be good for a couple hours, and found herself back on her feet though John's hands were already moving to undo her slacks while he was kicking off his flip-flops. Joss wanted to tell him how hot he was in this casual attire and should wear it more but before she could even react her pants were removed, leaving her in her black lace panties.
"Fuck, Joss," he moaned as he sank to his knees, his hands on her ass and mouth on her belly. She gasped as she felt his teeth scrape against her skin as he nibbled his way down to the waistband of her panties. She couldn't formulate a word as he hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them down. Part of her was disgusted with herself that she was completely nude while he was still fully clothed.
He lifted her left leg over his shoulder, grabbed her hips tight, and simply buried his mouth in her pussy. And moaned as she tasted just as he figured, like delicious honey. The wait to taste her was so damn worth it.
Joss cried out as his tongue explored her with expertise and with ardent eagerness. Her hands twisted in his hair as his tongue laved attention to her clit before slipping between the wet seam of her pussy lips lapping up her wetness that spilled out of her. Drinking from her, making sexy sounds of pleasure as he did, and that made her feel warm all over. What happened in her car was nothing compared to this. And she felt the familiar tension in her loins grow and build.
"John," she moaned as her head flung back as his mouth latched onto her clit and sucked, before she felt him slide a hand down and felt a finger slip inside her, then two. "John, god, I don't think I can stand much longer," she admitted roughly as her leg threatened to give out. He made a sound against her which made the heat collecting between her legs blaze hotter, but he sucked her gently and her orgasm blindsided her as she let out a loud cry of his name.
John immediately withdrew his hand from her pussy to grab a firm hold on her other hip as she came. He locked his forearms letting her lean on his strength as her hips jerked as she ground herself against his lips and tongue. He encouraged her to ride out her orgasm as he worked her hips back and forth. John wanted to swallow her sweet honey that split on his lips and tongue but waited until he wrung every last tremor for her. Once he was sure if he let her go that she could hold her own weight was when he pressed a soft kiss to her before sitting back. John smacked his lips as he greedily licked them and tasted her again.
Joss's legs felt like wax but she was proud of herself that she could stand after that bone-melting orgasm. Her insides were still quivering and spasms still rocked her pussy. John stood and as he did he placed warm kisses to her belly, breasts, her neck, and then captured her lips with his in a desperate kiss. Her hand worked itself between them and cupped his throbbing manhood. Joss yelped as he snatched her up into his arms and pushed her on her bed.
John nipped her breast as he worked on undoing his fly carefully. He needed to get inside her now. Once he worked the zipper over his aching dick, he urged both his shorts and underwear down and placed a knee on the bed but that was it. He spread her legs wide and positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust forward without asking for permission. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he sank into her wet heat easily.
"Shit," he gasped. "You're perfect." he shuddered as he reached as deep inside her as he could possibly go. John paused for only a moment to let her adjust, figuring she hadn't had been with anyone since that disastrous night with Paul, before he began moving back and forth thrusting heavily inside her.
Joss grabbed her comforter in her fists as she thrust up against him, wanting him as deep as possible. He was filling her deep, stretching her wide, and still is wasn't enough. She sat up and he stopped his ruthless thrusts to eye her in surprise. She scissored her legs around his waist, squeezing him inside her, liking the moan he let out, and reached down to the hem of his shirt pushed it up and he helped to remove it as he tugged it over his head. "You're so damned hot." she whispered, breathlessly. He had scars on top of scars but she only cared about the muscles and hot skin right now.
Joss leaned forward to press her lips against his neck then moved to his shoulder that made him shudder as she licked and sucked at it. She repeated the action and achieved the same response. Smiling against his skin she rubbed his chest, flicking his nipples, before sliding across his well-defined abdomen, all the way down to where they were joined intimately. The muscles bunched there and she sucked at his neck, as her hand snaked down and around to cup his balls. Joss wanted him to feel wanted and desired for more than just his manhood.
John, unable to take anymore of her exploration, pushed her back and grabbed her hips as he pounded inside her hard and loved the way she came apart in his arms in minutes. Thankfully too, because he couldn't ward off his own impending orgasm much longer as the familiar ball of tension coiled deep in his loins and lower back, and, as he felt his dick jerk inside her, he pulled out just in the nick of time, and spilt himself all over her stomach. He had nearly forgotten the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom something he always remembered. She whimpered as he came coating her stomach in an erotic display of the need he had for her, along with a heart-stopping moan of her name.
He shuddered and sighed as he hadn't come quite that hard in a very long time. After several moments he became aware of his surroundings instead of the buzzing in his ears and the utter satisfaction he felt. He collapsed on top of her, making a mess of them both, before lifting just his head to look at her, and thought she was just as beautiful when sweaty and sated.
"Thank god you did that. I forgot I'm not on any form of contraceptive and the condoms are in the bathroom." she admitted breathlessly, one baby right now was more than enough for her to handle. Not to mention it was erotic seeing what kind of effect she had on him.
He smiled at her. "I didn't even wait long enough to find condoms. I've never wanted to get inside a woman as much as I wanted to get in you," he said roughly, as he breathed heavy himself.
Joss lifted her head up and kissed him tenderly and she made a sound of protest as he lifted his heavy weight off her and she felt the loss instantly. He straightened fully kicking his shorts and underwear off his ankle. "Speaking of the bathroom; I think we could use a shower," he admitted with a small smile as he scooped her up into his arms. She was left to wrap her arms around his neck and wiggle her toes as her legs dangled over his forearm.
"Mmm…you scrub my back and I scrub yours."
The look on his face was distinctively male. "I've got more in mind than just your back." he purred as he pressed his lips to hers. She sighed and had a feeling she was in for a long night of feeding more than just Taylor.
Joss awoke a tad sore, though John had been thorough in his attention, and tired but a smile slipped on her face. Last night had been amazing. John was quite domineering in bed. He was demanding from her but equally generous with his own body and response.
In amidst of the love fest Taylor had gotten up twice; first time he was hungry, and the second time he wanted a change of diaper. Both times John had gotten up with her and helped. Joss showed him how to change Taylor and feed him. She liked that he wanted to help and John took to it easily and he turned to mush holding her son as he fed him then burped him. Joss nearly pounced on him the moment he climbed back in bed with her but chose to make love to him slowly and tenderly. Joss wanted him to feel the difference between what they were doing and what he was used too.
She shifted her gaze off the ceiling to the man that was snoring beside her and her smile softened. He slept on her other pillow, was flat on his stomach, and had his arms under the pillow. John's face was toward her and she couldn't help but stare at him. Asleep he looked so vulnerable…his face that usually was lined with tension or guilt was free of that. Joss wasn't sure what happened to send him right to her and give into their attraction but she was damn glad it did. Now she needed to tell him the truth of what she expected from this.
Joss slid from bed needing to get ready for work. She hurried to the bathroom naked and in need to use the restroom. After peeing, she took a quick shower just to wash up, then brushed her teeth, and combed her hair knowing she needed more time to condition it. So she left it natural but pulled it back into a tight ponytail all the while thinking. Today her mother couldn't watch Taylor; she had doctor appointments and weekly lunch with friends. Usually Joss just paid the neighbor, who was a stay-at-home-mother of three, to watch Taylor. As she exited the bathroom she eyed the sleeping man in her bed and had an idea.
She got dressed and ready for work and when she turned she saw he was watching her with interest. "Sorry, no repeat from last night, I have got to get my ass to work," she murmured, knowing that look already.
John rolled onto his side and stared at her. "I can be fast."
She snorted. "Yea, how come I don't believe that?" she wondered mildly. Perhaps it was the fact that John made lovemaking a marathon. It seemed to heighten his pleasure the more he got her off…the male ego was a mysterious and sometimes wondrous thing. Joss gulped as he pushed the comforter off his long and lean form showing her how erect he was. "Uh…well, as much as I would love to take care of that problem you got there, I need to get to work." she said. She had a son to support and had taken a lot of time off already before maternity leave.
John sat up and grinned as Joss backpedaled from him. Oh, he could catch her and he was going to but in due time. But he knew she had a son to support. He needed to go too. Get some space and think about what happened. Sex was simple. But last night wasn't mere sex. And he didn't remember the last time he ever woke up at a woman's place.
"Taylor will be up in another hour and I have an entire day's worth of bottles ready for him. He usually feeds every three to four hours, and just warm them up as I showed you. Taylor prefers them tepid so not hot nor cold. Also, just remember to burp him after and have his spit up rag ready to go. His naptime schedule is on the refrigerator so try to keep to it. Oh, his toys and books are downstairs as well as in his nursery. You should find enough things to do together while I'm gone." she instructed knowing he was going to get with it soon enough which was going to deflate him so to speak.
The sexy smile on his face froze as he did on the bed. "Wait, what?" he asked.
Joss needed to get the hell out of here before he could. She approached him and pressed her lips against his in a lengthy hard kiss which he responded too. She stepped back as he reached out to grab her. "You two boys have fun now." said Joss, as she backpedaled quickly.
"Joss, wait!—you're not thinking of leaving him with me!"
She whirled around and rushed out snatching her shoes as she went. She could hear him rustling to get dressed and she took the steps two at a time. If she could get the hell out of her place before he could get dressed then she was home free. John would never leave her son alone. He was a good man and she was going to prove it to him. And when she got back after work they were going to talk about what happened last night and how she wasn't a one night kind of woman. He came to her for loving not the other way around so he had to deal with the pitfalls of that which included a serious conversation.
Joss stomped her feet into her pumps as she exited out onto the front stoop only pausing long enough to grab her holster and hearing John calling her name from upstairs. "I have another unused toothbrush in the cabinet under the sink which you are welcome to use. Maybe there are some male toiletries left over from Paul in there too. But I'll see you after work!" she called out laughingly as she ran down the steps and was grateful she had put in some extra exercise in so she wouldn't be out of breath from running from upstairs down to her car before a man that moved with speed could.
She hopped into her car hurriedly rolling down the passenger side window as she turned the engine on as John appeared in her doorway looking furious but also sexy as hell in just his khaki shorts that were unbuttoned. She knew firsthand that his tan-line was low on his hips and he was looking mighty fine and he was hers! She waved at him and pulled away from the curb without another word, snickering to herself that she just outfoxed the fox.
John glared down Joss's street angrily as her car disappeared from his view. That little…he scowled as he whirled around and stomped back into her place slamming the door shut so hard that it rattled on its hinges. He just got outplayed and he damn well didn't like it. John angrily snapped his button of his shorts. What the hell did Joss think she was doing?—leaving him, alone, with her infant son! What if he hurt him?—men like him shouldn't be taking care of something so little and innocent. Taylor was the very definition of perfection.
Panic surged freely inside him as he pulled out his burner phone, and tried to call Joss's phone, which was ignored. Leaving a scathing voicemail demanding she come back would probably earn her some chuckles and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He angrily called Harold next needing some advice but instead of Harold answering it was Grace.
"Grace put Harold on," he barked. No offense to Grace but she was a female and was sure she'd take Joss's side.
"Well hello to you too." she said sounding amused. "Harold is asleep still. He had a rather hard therapy yesterday. But if you reroute your attitude, me and you can talk," she chirped cheerfully.
John swallowed back his anger and fear because Grace didn't deserve it. "I'm sorry, Grace…."
"So tell me about what's got you all riled up?—it must be Joss related. What did she do: make you want to live again, or make you feel like a man again, or a little of both?"
He scowled at the phone. "This isn't funny, Grace."
"I'm not being funny." she said softly. He stood still, clutching the phone so tightly he heard the plastic making popping noises. "John, what's wrong?"
"She left me with her son!"
Grace frowned. "Joss abandoned her son?" she asked incredulously.
"No!—Joss, apparently doesn't have a babysitter and left him with me and conveniently let me know of this plan as she was practically running out the door," he growled.
Grace eyeballed her watch and then smiled widely. "Care to explain to me why you are Joss's place at seven in the morning?" she asked coyly, knowing damn well that he slept there last night.
"Grace…" he warned sounding very much like a surly bear. "What am I supposed to do with a three month old?"
"You take care of him," she supplied, stating the obvious. He cursed making her giggle. "Oh sweetheart, Joss wouldn't have left Taylor in your capable hands if she didn't trust you to handle it," she reasoned gently.
John closed his eyes and tried to count to ten. "Grace, I've changed him and fed him once but Joss was there to help me."
Grace rolled her eyes. John was just scared and would be fine. "John you used to diffuse bombs, eliminate terrorists, and other threats to national security for a living but you can't handle a teeny baby?" she asked.
"Grace, have you changed a dirty diaper or fed a baby before?" he snapped, not seeing this as funny as he climbed Joss's steps heading for her bathroom to get that toothbrush she mentioned.
She chuckled. "No, I haven't but you'll be fine. Have fun, John!" she said before hurriedly hanging up on him.
He glowered at the phone as he pulled it away from his ear as a dial tone rang through his ear signaling that Grace had hung up on him. John, stowing his phone back away in his back pocket, rummaged through the cabinet under the sink and found the toothbrush she mentioned along with some leftover male essentials obviously left when Paul bailed on her. He proceeded to brush his teeth and spray some deodorant on before combing his hair.
Pausing only long enough to draw his shirt on John forced his irritation down as he entered Taylor's room and looked down in the crib seeing that he was wide eyed and staring up at him with legs kicking. "Women, right?" he grumbled to Taylor. Taylor smiled at him and John couldn't help but return it. He bent and picked the little boy up. "They drive us men up a wall, and that includes your mother too." A gurgle from Taylor affirmed his sentiment as John carried him to the changing table. John smiled as Taylor sucked on his fingers while letting him undo his dinosaur onesies. "Us men need to stick together, right?" he murmured as he proceeded to change Taylor's diaper. After he cleaned Taylor, put a fresh diaper on, and changed him into a blue/gray short sleeve shirt and a matching pair of little pants he picked the little boy up. "Come on kiddo, let's go get some food and we'll collaborate on a way to teach your mommy a lesson."
AN: I wanted to give John some Taylor time :)
Thank you for reading!