Page 40 of Drive Me Wild
“You feel so good, baby,” I murmur into her ear, resting my forehead against hers. “Been dreaming about your pussy for weeks.”
The aroma of her perfume is earthy and floral, sweet and sensual. I lose track of time as I rock inside her. I switch off between brushing my lips against her neck and nibbling on her earlobe, the neglected areas soft and desperate for attention.
It takes me a while to realize the gasping noises hanging in the air are coming from my own mouth. I’m so deep in her that I could get lost, and fuck it, I wouldn’t want to be found. My entire body vibrates with need, and I see a kaleidoscope of color as I finally abandon myself to an orgasm, groaning in blissful agony and satisfaction. It sets off a chain reaction and Josie once again shudders around me, stifling a moan by shoving her face into the pillow.
I stay inside her, too spent to move, until she informs me that I’m suffocating her beneath my weight. I slip my now soft cock out of her warmth and roll onto my back, pulling Josie’s body so it’s pressed against mine.
“Should we harmonize the chorus of ‘I Just Had Sex,’” Josie asks, still breathless. “Or would that totally kill the vibe?”
We both start laughing, our bodies shaking against one another.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that much,” Josie admits a few minutes later. “From a man, at least.”
A smirk of pride sits on my lips.Suck on that, Andrew.What he couldn’t do in two years, I did in an hour. And we’re just getting started.
“Pick another number,” I reply happily. “One through ten.”
She lifts her head up, eyes lidded and dripping with pleasure. I love seeing this look on her face, knowing it’s me causing it and giving her something no one else can. The way she absentmindedly licks her lips makes my dick twitch again.
“Twelve.”
“Good answer,” I say before weaving my hands through her hair. “My goal is fifteen.”
I didn’t think sex with Josie could get any better than it did the first time, but I’m glad I was wrong. We’re about to have our own twenty-four-hour endurance race.
SIXTEEN
JOSIE
I’ve had morecollective orgasms in the past few weeks than I have had in my entire life. And I have a seventy-two-year-old Frenchman named Claude to thank.
Seriously.
After our guided tour of Le Mans ended, my walking buddy and I grabbed coffee together. I ended up telling him everything, and I meaneverything. I never thought I’d say the word “friends with benefits” or “casual sex” to a stranger, especially a man of his age, but my mouth ran like a train with an endless supply of fuel and broken brakes.
And he had rather solid advice for a man who’s older than my favorite vintage wine. He said the best way to discover myself is to listen to my instincts. If my gut is telling me to explore casual sex with my best friend, then I should simply go with the flow. Give myself permission to go after what I want.
And right in this moment? I’m not worrying and I’m damn happy.
For the second time this week, I wake up to Theo’s naked body pressed against mine. His arm and leg are thrown over me like he’s a koala bear, his hard-on resting snugly against my thigh. His lips are parted slightly, nostrils flaring as he breathesdeeply. I’m overheated but give myself a few more minutes to enjoy the cuddling before slinking out from beneath him. Theo stirs slightly as I leave my bed, but he’s a deep sleeper, so he doesn’t wake up.
I should probably nudge him awake to let him know I’m leaving, but he looks so sweet and peaceful. Deciding to leave him be, I quietly slip out my front door and head to SoHo to meet my mum. We have a standing Saturday breakfast date, excluding the weekends I’m at a Grand Prix. We’re making our way through an extensive Eater-approved list of the best brunch spots in the city. This morning we’re meeting at a new cafe that’s been getting rave reviews.
The smell of coffee beans and freshly-baked pastries greet me as I step into the trendy space. I do a quick scan to double-check that my mum’s not here before grabbing a table for two next to the counter stacked with chrome espresso machines. My penchant for timeliness did not come from my mum. She’s an Aquarius who runs perpetually behind schedule and my Scorpio status explains my need to be punctual.
I order the highly recommended—at least by Instagram—mocha caramel latte and mindlessly scroll through my Pinterest home feed, impatiently awaiting my mum’s arrival, when a text from my houseguest pops up.
Theo Walker
Did you leave me in your flat without saying goodbye? Is this some sort of weird reverse friends with benefits psychology? Are you playing mind games with me?
Josie Bancroft
Lol. Didn’t want to interrupt your sweet dreams! Also, haven’t you learned by now that I’m horrible at games?
Theo Walker
That’s not true. You’re an expert at some games. I’m getting hard just thinking about how well you played with me last night.
