Sweet Surrender (9 page)

“Getting straight to the point, I see.”

“Sorry, it was just a question. Didn’t mean it to come out like that.” Why the hell was she nervous, this was Joey?

“No, I’m not seeing anyone, but I do have my eye on someone,” he answered with a grin.

“Oh.”
Well, there goes that plan.

When the waitress returned with their meals, she nearly drooled when hers was placed in front of her; the smell was divine. Picking up her knife and fork, she cut a slice of the lamb and scooped up some of the tomato coulis, and slid it into her mouth. She moaned as the food hit her taste buds.  Joey cleared his throat and her eyes shot open, and she looked straight at him. He was smirking at her.

“Everything alright over there,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She only nodded, as she could not think of a single word to say to him.

Twenty minutes later, they were finished with the main meal and ordering desert to go. “I’ll take two of the tuxedo chocolate mud cake with white chocolate center and Chantilly cream.”

Her mouth watered at the sound of it. It sounded so sinful. When their waitress returned with their desert, Joey paid as they made their way out of the restaurant. Wrapping her arms around herself, she realised she should have brought a jacket.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

Nodding, she watched as he removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He was standing so close to her that she could smell his cologne. Breathing in his scent, she savored it swaying a little. Joey pulled her closer to him. “Chantal?” he urged. She was going for it. Leaning forward, she lightly placed her mouth against his and nibbled on his bottom lip. Joey groaned. Chantal wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as he could get to her. His hands moved slowly down from her shoulders, rubbing lightly down her back, giving her goose bumps. When his hands were on her ass, he moved her hips in line with his and she felt his hardness behind his pants. Moaning at the contact, she slightly pushed her tongue into his mouth, happy when he returned the gesture. Her hand slid down his well-muscled chest, clenching his shirt in her fist. Her other hand moved lower, over his abs, and she felt him shiver at the contact. When her hand was close to the top of his pants, he grabbed it. He pulled away, breathing heavy, as was she. “We need to get out of here, Chan.”

Not giving her a chance to answer, he dragged her towards his truck and helped her inside. She watched as he did jumped in his side. She could see the evidence of what she had felt earlier. Obviously, he wasn’t embarrassed if anyone saw him with an erection. Re-arranging him in front of her, he started the truck and they drove in silence towards her house.

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nce they arrived at her place, Chantal was out of the truck before he had a chance to meet her at her door. Walking up the stairs with him following close behind, she reached in her bag, trying to find her keys.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he whispered, “Chantal,”

Turning around to face him as she placed the key in the door, she asked, “Would you like to come in, for a drink?”

He nodded, and when the door was unlocked, he followed her inside. As soon as she closed the door, Joey pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. Moaning at the contact of his lips on hers, she started rubbing herself against him. Breaking away from her, he groaned, “I can’t take it anymore. Where is your room?”

With a cheeky grin, she took his hand and led him down the hallway. When she steps foot in her bedroom, she slowly turned around, and started to remove her dress. Once she was standing there in front of him in only a thong, he lifted his shirt over his head, and threw it across the room, where it landed on the chair in the corner. As he moved towards her, she was panting, and so was he. He laid her down gently on the bed, and then settled in beside her, kissing her sensually on the neck. Chantal giggled, as he started moving down her body, lightly placing kisses from her neck to her collarbone. Noticing a rose in a vase on the nightstand, he reached over and grabbed it.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

Chantal did as he asked, and he started to slowly run the petals over her nose, then over her sweet lips. Gasping at the sensation, she tilted her head back, as he moved down to her breasts and circled both of her nipples, which made them poke out further than what they were.

She moaned, moving her hips in invitation, as he slid the rose down her body, lightly tracing over her belly button to the top of her pussy.

“How does that feel?” he groaned as her body bowed off the bed.

“It feels so good, gives me tingles from head to toe,” she moaned.

Joey started to kiss the inside of her thigh, working his way to the base of her pussy. God, she was wet. Moving back up, he started to nibble at the top of her clit. Her moans grew louder as he continued. She sat up slightly, watching as Joey leaned down and swirled his tongue around her clit, and with every stroke she arches her back off the bed, gasping.
Jesus, a girl could die from this.

He bit down on her clit, making her cry out his name. He plunged one finger into her, making her squirm, and roll her hips on his hand. Adding another finger to the first, she moaned louder as he twisted his wrist and hit that magic spot inside of her.

“God, you’re tight,” Joey moaned.

She could feel the sensation in her core rising as he pumped his fingers faster and harder, rubbing his thumb over her clit.

“I’m going to come,” she murmurs.

He growled at her and his fingers picked up their pace, moving faster and faster, in and out of her. After he twisted his wrist one last time and slammed them in hard, she exploded. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name.
Could you die from an orgasm?

Minutes later, Joey was standing at the end of the bed, removing his pants. As soon as they dropped to the ground, her eyes landed on his erection.
Holy shit! He is huge, at least eleven inches.
Oh, God. She felt him climb on the bed, moving up her body and covering her with kisses. When she opened her eyes next, he was above her, smiling.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, watching you come like that.”

Spreading her legs, he moved comfortably between them, rubbing his hard cock against her pussy. He bent down and kissed her passionately, as he entered her slowly. Back and forth he moved, it was the sweetest thing, but she needed more. “Please, fuck me, Joey.”

Groaning, he pulled out nearly all the way and then slammed forward, sending her further up the bed. Screaming for more, she raked her nails down his back, loving the moan that slipped from his lips. He started to pound into her with such force that she thought she would end up through the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moved her hips in sync with his.

His cock thickened further, which she thought wasn’t possible, filling her completely. When he tilted his hips to the left, it hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Leaning up, she latched onto his nipple and bit down hard, making him moan out her name. “Baby, I’m about to come. Are you ready?” he groaned to her.

“Yes.”

Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder and twisting her body, he pounded harder and harder into her, as if he’s trying to reach her soul. Arching her back as much as she could, pulling him deeper inside of her, she felt the next orgasm coming up quick. Pulling out one more time, he slammed home, and sent her over the edge.

“Chantal,” he moaned as he shot his cum deep inside her. The grip her pussy had on his hardness was unbelievable, like it was where he belonged.

Joey collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy. She was panting. She had never before had an orgasm like that, not with anyone. It was like her spirit had left her body.

Joey moved from atop her and laid beside her, pulling her into his arms.

“That was indescribable,” she panted.

Laughing, Joey answered, “I agree.”

Her eyelids grew heavy. Closing them, she thought to herself that maybe she would wake up early and surprise him. She grinned to herself, snuggling in closer to him, and as he tightened his arms around her, she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.

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S
kylar knocked on Chantal’s door for ten minutes straight. Glancing at her watch again, she saw that it was close to 11a.m. Chantal never slept that late. Moving to the side of her house, she noticed a black truck parked there. Well, that explained why she was sleeping in. Smiling, she moved back to the door, and thumped on it harder. She would answer eventually.

She looked back to the road where Nate was sitting in his truck, staring at her. Why had she agreed for him to bring her to Chantal’s house? The only reason why she allowed it was he wouldn’t stop hounding her to let him do this for her.

She was capable of driving herself, but he insisted. Shaking her head, she knocked again, louder than the last time. Seriously, how could she not hear someone thumping on her door? As she raised her fist to knock again, the door flew open and Chantal stood there, looking pissed as hell.

Pushing her way in, she grumbled, “What the hell took you so long to answer your bloody door, girl?”

Walking into the kitchen, she flicked on Chantal’s kettle and waited. Leaning against the bench, she watched as she strolled in.

Chantal sat down and banged her head against the table, groaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

Glancing up at Skylar, Chantal whispered, “I didn’t sleep that much last night.”

Skylar walked over to her friend. “I presume it has something to do with the black truck parked in front of your garage?” she asked with a grin on her face.

Groaning more, she nodded.

Skylar sat beside her, and rubbed her shoulder. “Well, who is the guy? Is it Cody? I didn’t know he bought a new truck.”

Chantal knew how persistent Skylar was at getting information out of her. Chantal was just as bad towards her, or anyone else for that matter. There was no way she could keep it to herself, especially since that certain person still slept soundly in her bed.

“No, it’s not Cody,” she replied. Standing up, she walked over and made a coffee. The first sip was welcoming.

“Well, I know it’s not Dom. He rides his bike more than he drives his truck. Tell me who it is, I need some kind of details about your night. Need the excitement, since I’m not getting it myself,” she grumbled.

Chantal smiled to herself, knowing full well Skylar’s hormones were all over the place. Turning around, and teased, “Why don’t you just sleep with Nate? I’m sure he won’t mind fulfilling the urges you’ve been having.”

She laughed as Skylar blushed. She actually went bright red, like a beetroot.

She shook her head, and folded her arms above her ever-growing belly. “We aren’t talking about me and Nate at the moment. So spill. Give me something, please.”

Chantal placed her cup on the bench, but before she could say anything, Joey walked in looking very satisfied, just as she had that morning. He stopped at the entrance, and leaned against the wall. “Skylar, did you know that Chantal screams when someone does—”

He did not get to finish what he was saying; a banana was thrown at him, hitting him in the chest. He laughed, as Chantal stood there, shocked at what he had actually been about to say.

She looked over at Skylar, who was sitting there with her mouth hanging open, in shock. Joey stood there in only his pants, nothing more. His chest was well defined, dark hair lightly covered it with a small trail that lead down into his pants. She knew exactly what was in there, hidden from the world. Blushing, she fidgeted in her spot. Joey winked at her and moved to stand in front of her, leaned down and lightly gave her a kiss on her lips.

“Morning, Chantal,” he whispered against them.

“Morning,” she mumbles back.

She watched as Joey moved over to the kettle, making himself a cup of coffee, and stood there facing Skylar, who still had her mouth open.

Shaking her head, Chantal said, “Skylar, mouth.”

Skylar closed her mouth, just realizing she was staring at Joey.

She looked from Joey to Chantal and back again, obviously putting everything together. When she looked her way again, Chantal nodded and mouthed, ‘I know.’

Joey finished the last of his coffee, and rinsed his cup out. Moving back to her, he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug. Bending down, he whispered in her ear, “Last night was wonderful, baby. I have waited a long time to do that.” After saying that, he nipped her ear, causing her to gasp. Smirking down at her, he moved to the entrance. “I have some things to do at the bar; I will give you a call later, alright with you?”

She bobbed her head in reply.
He has wanted this with me for a long time?

“Skylar, it was nice seeing you again, as always,” he said as he walked towards her front door.

“Bye, Joey!” Skylar yelled after him. “Spill, now,” she asked her.

“Last night, Joey and I went on a date. He asked me several days ago.”

“I remember that, and...?”

“Jesus, Skylar,” she groaned. “We had sex, and it was amazing, really amazing,” she whispered.

Chantal could see the clock hands working inside Skylar’s head. She put her hand up to stop her. “This is the first time I have slept with him. And,” wiping her hand over her face, she continued, “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I had feelings for Dom and I only wanted him but he doesn’t want me in the way I want him, so I’m moving on.”

“I know that, Chantal. I just want you to be careful and not to fall for the next guy, so quickly. And of course, I want you to be happy and for them to treat you right.”

“Thank you, Sky.” She walked up to her and gave her best friend a hug.

“So, what was it like?” Skylar asked her.

Chantal knew she wouldn’t give up on it until she got the details.

“It was unbelievable. He was so sweet, but also rough.” She giggled to herself. She loved the whole sweet side, but it wasn’t enough. She was over the whole sweet side to sex, it was like she was missing out on something, and she wanted anything other than that.