All That Jazz (Butler Cove #1)(58)

The sound of our breathing was labored and frantic to my ears. The groan he emitted as his erection pressed hard between my legs flooded me with a sharp need that was so acute it bordered on painful. He assisted me with his shirt, and I breathed in relief at the feel of his skin on mine. “God, this feels good,” I said.

“Too f*cking good,” he agreed, and his tongue slipped greedily back into my mouth. “We should stop,” he said in a pained tone.

“God, no. Why would you do that?” I rocked against him and he pressed back. “There’s a lot more second basing to be done.” But honestly, I knew, even if he didn’t, we were heading to home base at supersonic speeds. And I had no intention of stopping.

I pushed him up enough to slip my hand between us and popped his shorts button free and his zipper.

“Jazz.” He groaned, but he didn’t stop me.

“Jay,” I whispered back and slipped my hand into his shorts and felt his hot and heavy length.

His mouth left me and he squeezed his eyes closed, holding himself up just enough for me to reach him. I ignored the unfamiliarity of what I was doing, going on instinct. It seemed to be working. I squeezed my hand, moving it up and down. Once. Twice. Then I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers and closed around his bare skin.

“Christ,” he hissed out.

He shifted again to give me better access. And his hand fumbled between my legs.

I spread them wide and let out a keening whimper as his fingers slipped under the fabric and over my slick wetness.

His fingers moved erratically. We were angled awkwardly. There were two many clothes and not enough space. I knocked his hand out of the way, and after a swift hard kiss on his mouth, reached down and shimmied out of my underwear. Then I got to work tugging his down. His erection sprang free. I stared at it. I was really doing this.

“Jazz,” he said warningly.

“Joseph,” I returned. “Is that a normal size? I haven’t seen that many.”

Joey chocked out a laugh. “Yes. It’s a normal size.”

“Kick your shorts off, they’re in the way.”

“Already on it,” he said. Then he was back and coming to lie half on my side, but I grabbed him under the arms and urged him up my body.

“No, Jazz—”

I cut him off with a kiss. His body settled on mine and immediately the feel of us naked, his erection against my melting heat, was too much. “Fuck,” he groaned, and at the same time I arched my hips up toward him, the tip of him slid into me. I couldn’t breathe or swallow for the pounding want.

His shoulders trembled under my hands. My mouth fastened on his to stop any words or resistance he was thinking of offering. I rocked and moved under him, urging him.

He gave in and thrust into me.

Pain exploded through my body, wrenching a garbled scream from my throat. Shit. My immediate thought was I’d given myself away. I grabbed his head and shoulders, his face in my neck. I held tight as he tried to lift his head. “So good,” I lied through gritted teeth into his ear, the sound of my words a hiss.

“Jazz,” he moaned desperately. “We shouldn’t have—”

I moved my hips toward him. My face scrunched tight. This was, hands down, the most f*cking uncomfortable thing I had ever, ever, done. I wanted to stamp my foot on the bed and bite down hard on something. I rocked under him, panicked he’d realize what I was trying so desperately to hide. He pulled out slowly dragging my insides with a shaft of nails. Maybe I wasn’t wet enough all the way inside? God knew, I was sure I no longer had a hymen. I mean I was pretty active. Didn’t they break all the time? The myth that virgins were ‘intact’ was just that. A myth.

Mother f*cking shit, sex was awful.

Don’t get me wrong, the opening act was spectacular. All that kissing, that need, that building desire. But the main event? The main event was a damn nightmare.

Joey pushed back into me.

I gave up holding back and cried out, my teeth closing over his shoulder.

Oh my God. How long would it last? This was diabolical. Wait. Okay, it was easing up. Okay this could be okay I guess. I mean it wasn’t that bad after the initial insertion. When I said not bad, I meant it didn’t feel that good either. It just kind of felt … wet.

Maybe the earlier pain had flooded my body with pain killing chemicals and I was numb. Or the vodka was really doing its thing.

Focus, Jazz.

This was Joey. I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders and into his gorgeous hair. It was Joey. My heart fluttered, and my body arched into him. His lips found mine, and his tongue. God his tongue. Yes, okay. Okay, shit yes. This was good. This was amazing. We were so connected.

The aching need inside me pulsed back to life. And this time the need was being met.

Joey’s shoulders bunched, his hips thrust, his breathing rasped. His kisses were punishing and sexy as all hell.

And, this felt really good. Actually, after a bumpy start, it was starting to be amazing.

He opened his eyes and our gazes caught. I’d never noticed, but he had a small brown dot in those blue oceans. I moaned, rocking up to him, meeting his thrust. His body responded to mine, and his pace picked up. “Jazz,” he breathed the word against my mouth.

“Oh holy shit!” I yelled. We had no protection. The realization slammed into me.