Joshua kisses my shoulder and closes his eyes again as he ignores my question.
“It was all Stan’s fault, oh my god, how many trays of tequila did we drink?” Cameron stammers.
Joshua shrugs as he keeps his eyes closed. “It was Didge,” he murmurs.
“Liar.” She sighs with her back still to us.
Ten minutes later nothing has changed, Cameron is across the bottom of my bed snoring with his back to us and Bridget is asleep next to us with her back to me and Joshua is right behind me, grinding me into next week.
Mmm, he does feel really… really good.
“I need you, my precious girl,” he whispers into my ear as he brings me by the hipbone back down onto his erection.
I turn my head towards him and smile into the side of his face. “Stop,” I whisper as my hand brushes through his stubble.
“I can’t,” he whispers as his tongue starts to lick my neck in a long deep stroke. Each stroke of his tongue is deeper … longer and I know he is doing it on purpose to simulate going down on me. My eyes close as I lie still. This is wrong. I am supposed to be angry with him so why is my body starting to pump with arousal. Joshua’s hips are moving by themselves and I know I won’t be able to hold him off … and I don’t want to.
“Go have a shower, baby, and I will meet you in there,” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “Hmm,” he whispers as his fingers swipe over my clitoris.
I pull away. I am so not having sex in the same room as Bridget and Cameron, even if they are asleep.
“Shower,” I repeat.
He nods and kisses the side of my face and gets out of bed slowly so as not to wake the others.
“Hurry up,” he whispers, then he bends and bites me on the behind and leaves the room.
I roll over and smile into my pillow. Ten minutes later I must have drifted back off because I wake to Joshua lifting me out of bed in a towel and carrying me like a bride to the bathroom. The shower is still going and the room is steamy.
“You fell asleep,” he whispers darkly as he puts me down on the bathroom floor.
I rub my eyes sleepily. “Hmm,” I groan.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he smirks as he lifts my nightgown over my head. He smells like soap and toothpaste. He sits on a towel he has put onto the side of the bath and pulls my legs to either side of his. His eyes are riveted to between my legs and he bends and inhales me deeply, and my eyes close in reverence. He is so damn hot. He inserts three fingers into me brutally and I flinch at the tight sensation.
“I need to be rough,” he whispers into my stomach.
My lips become wet and swollen. He arranges me to straddle him as he holds his thick length up and then pulls me down onto it by the hipbone hard.
“Ahh,” I whisper as the sharp sting burns me.
“Did that hurt, presh?” he whispers darkly as he watches me.
I nod nervously as my eyes drop to his lips.
“I’m going to hurt you some more baby, I’m in the mood for pain.” He pulls me up and slams me down onto him and my legs start to open by themselves. “Bring your legs up to the side of the bath, I need you in a squatting position,” he whispers into my chest as he bites me.
“Josh, it will be too deep,” I whisper half-frightened.
“Not possible, I can never be too deep. Do it,” he snaps in a whisper. “Your body was built to take me like this.”
I slowly bring my legs up and he breathes heavily into my neck and really starts to pump into me as he holds my shoulders from behind.
“Fuck you feel good!” His eyes watch my lips.
My head drops back in pleasure-he’s so damn good at this
“Do you feel how deep I am inside you?” he breathlessly sighs as his body pumps mine.
“Yes,” I whimper. Oh god I’m going to come already.
“Feel how the muscles deep inside you contract around my cock as I pull out,” he huskily breathes. My eyes close at the sound of his velvety aroused voice.
He picks up the pace and really starts to slam me onto him … god he wasn’t joking when he said he needed it rough. This is hard core if ever I saw it.
“Mmm, I could just fuck you all day, my precious girl,” he whispers as the sweat starts to bead on his brow. Our bodies are sliding with the perspiration covering our bodies. My eyes drop to every muscle that I see in his upper body as his arms lift me up and down onto him.
My knees are up around his shoulders and he bites my neck hard and, that is it, I scream into his shoulder as he rips the orgasm from me, and my body lurches forward from the overwhelming power. He then sees that as his green light and he really lets me have it, up and down, up and down, so hard that I don’t think I can handle it any longer.
“Josh,” I whisper, “I can’t … keep…”
“Shut up and fuck me,” he whispers darkly as he bites me hard again, and his brutal hits into my flesh start to liquefy my insides. One, two, three hard pumps and he lurches forward as he comes in a rush and I feel the heat of his semen burn me from the inside out. I drop my head to his shoulder as we both struggle for breath. I smile into his body as his aggression turns gentle and he starts to gently shower my face with soft kisses. How can one person go from being a sex-crazed animal one minute to being gentle and tender in the next? I lean into him as exhaustion hits me once more. My vagina is throbbing with over-use and he is still deep inside me. We sit in silence as the steam continues to fill the bathroom.
“I’m angry with you,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I pull back and look at his face. “You’re angry with me.” I frown.
He nods and lifts me to ease himself out of me and puts me onto the ground.
“Why didn’t you tell me about that girl and the sex tape?” I frown.
He glares at me and brushes past to get into the shower. “Because I knew you would over-react.” He pumps the soap dispenser and starts to wash himself double time.
I stand naked outside the shower and put my hand on my hip. Is he kidding?
“Over-react,” I repeat. He is unfucking believable.
He glares at me and nods in defiance. “That’s what I said, didn’t I?”
I throw him a filthy look. “Hurry up. I want to get in,” I snap.
He moves to the side and I brush past him angrily.
He washes his hair and I start to wash myself and then he gets out angrily and starts to dry himself.
“You haven’t seen me over-react yet, Joshua.”
He rolls his eyes and fakes a smile. He is bloody kidding himself.
“Listen, asshole,” I snap. “You do not get to keep secrets from me with no consequences. I’ve had all the deciet from you that I am going to take.”
He lurches at me like the devil himself. “And I have had enough of trying to protect you only to be treated like an asshole. It was before we were together so it has nothing to do with you.”
“What!” I scream. “Nothing to do with me, are you kidding? What the hell are you talking about, you idiot, it has everything to do with me.”
“This isn’t about you or me Natasha,” he screams.
I screw up my face. “What the hell are you talking about now? You’ve totally lost it.”
“Do you think I want my children to be able to google me having sex with a prostitute in twenty years?”
I stand still, shit he’s right. If this gets to the internet, he’s totally screwed.
“But, of course, it’s about you, Natasha … everything is about you!”