Tainted Love: A Lovestruck Novella, Book 1 (7 page)

“You did?”

“And again this morning,” I add, unashamed. “Tonight, when I’m alone, I already know I’ll be thinking about how you taste, how many times I could get you off in one night, and what sounds you make when you come.”

“Oh.”

Her lack of a verbal response makes me chuckle. “I just told you I’ve been thinking about eating you out and what you’ll scream when I’m fucking you, and all you have to say to that is
Oh
?”

She nods and bites down on her bottom lip before she tells me, “
Oh
is usually the sound I make when I come. I don’t know how I taste, and my old record is four times in one night.”

I laugh and then have to clear my throat after her confession. “Well then, good to know, and I guarantee I can easily beat four.”

Josie giggles and shakes her head. “You’re so cocky.”

“Come home with me.” The words just fall out of my mouth, not the least bit smooth, but fuck it. 

“What?” Josie asks, her mouth hanging open a moment before she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. The sight causes a party in my boxers. Mostly it makes my dick twitch and swell, lengthening to epic proportions.

“I need you to come home with me tonight,” I look into her big blue eyes and tell her honestly.

“But – ”

I press my index finger over her lips. “No buts, just leave your car here tonight, and I’ll take you to work tomorrow.”

“I’m gonna need breakfast again,” she says with a sigh, making me relax since she’s on board with all my naughty plans tonight. “I mean, if you’re actually able to wring that many orgasms out of me, then I’ll be hungry. And when I’m hungry, I’m really grumpy to my coworkers, so –”

I interrupt her, grabbing her hand to pull her to her feet. “I’ll take you to breakfast in the morning, but only after I eat you in the shower first,” I assure her.

“Deal,” she agrees with a laugh.

“So now are we good?” I ask to make sure.

“If you don’t think I’m psycho,” she mutters.

“I don’t think you’re psycho. You’re just…cautious.”

“Psycho,” she says with a smile.

“You maybe acted a tad psycho.” I hold up my finger and thumb about an inch apart. “But it’s okay.”

“Sorry,” she tells me softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Oh, and your car’s fixed. Wanna see it before we leave?”

“Yes,” she says immediately. Leading the way with her hand still in mine, I pull her through the garage until we get to the bay where her classic ride sits.

She doesn’t loosen her grip on me as she runs the fingertips of her free hand over the door panel. When her forehead wrinkles, I can tell she’s not happy with the cosmetic blemishes, but a paint job that will do the car justice is beyond my skills.

“I can give you the names of a few local body shops,” I tell her because I don’t want her to be upset. She obviously loves her car as much as I love my truck, so I wish I could fix it for her.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks for putting it back on,” Josie says when she turns back to me again. 

“Sorry it took so long,” I tell her, not just referring to the door. Because just then, I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for the last twenty-four hours. Stepping forward, I tug on her hand to pull her to me, closing the distance between us, making my intention clear when I cup the side of her face. Josie stares up at me and doesn’t try to pull away. So, finally, I lean down and brush my lips over hers. Her soft lips touching mine is all it takes for my entire body to start humming with need. Cold chill bumps run up and down my arms, simultaneous to a spark of white-hot lust blazing to life inside me.
I’ve never felt anything like it
is the last coherent thought I have before our gentle, exploratory kiss turns insatiable the very second our tongues meet.

Releasing my hand, Josie’s fists clench the fabric of my coveralls over my chest to pull me closer, at the same time I weave my fingers through the back of her hair with the same intention. When she opens her mouth on a moan, I take advantage and plunder it with my tongue because I’m desperate to be inside of her any way I possibly can.

Apparently, Josie has the same idea, because she yanks the zipper of my coveralls to my waist and then pushes the material frantically down my arms until it slips off. Needing to feel more of her body against mine, I pick her up and sit her ass on the hood of her car. She’s flat on her back the next second, taking me down with her and wrapping her bare legs around my waist. Our kiss deepens; and when our two most important body parts line up perfectly, we both moan like we’re in heaven or hellish agony. I’m not sure which. Unable to stop myself, I shove my boxers and coveralls lower, so that there’s only the thin, so fucking thin and damp layer of Josie’s black cotton panties between my hard cock and her pussy.

I feel like a rabid sex fiend when I roughly push her dress up her waist as high as it will go, growling in regret that I didn’t take it off her before I got her laid out in front of me. Thank fuck Josie’s right there with me, knowing exactly what I need, or just wanting it as much as I do, because she sits up and has the offending clothing over her head seconds later.

“Fuck yes,” I groan before grabbing the backs of her thighs and giving them a tug forward, tackling her down so that her back slams against the hood again. After that, Josie fills my mouth with a string of moans and hums with every breath as she wraps her legs tighter around my waist and lifts her hips to try and find more friction. This woman…there are no words.

Knowing she needs relief as much as I do, I reach down and jerk on her panties, lowering them so I can grab a handful of her pussy. She cries out, breaking our kiss, and precum seeps from the tip of my cock feeling how hot, wet and perfect she feels. My fingers turn greedy, and my thick shaft pulses in jealousy when I start rubbing Josie’s clit and easing one finger inside her tight heat.

“Oh. Oh God,” she gasps and throws her head back, squirming on the hood of the car underneath me. I take the opportunity to get acquainted with her neck and chest before pulling the cups of her black bra down to say hello to her perky tits with my eager mouth. As soon as I latch on to her nipple, Josie screams and her body quakes with her release. I look up at her face and watch as she comes apart for me for the first of what I already know will be many times. Not just tonight. I’m almost certain that I’ll never get enough of this woman.

Without lifting her head, she reaches between our bodies and fists my cock to start stroking it, taking me nearly to the point of no return, at least for this round. I gently remove her hand, wanting, no,
needing
to be inside her the first time. Crazy with the desperation to have her, I grip my cock to plunge into her wonderful depths…just before reality hits me.

“Fuck!” I shout, hanging my head in defeat.

“Yes! Please fuck me,” Josie moans. Arching her back, she pulls on my shoulders to try and bring me closer. She’s killing me.

“Sorry, Josie,” I tell her as I catch my breath and try to figure out a solution to this dilemma. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh,” she says, her body going lax with understanding. “I’m on the shot,” she says a moment later.

“You’re not the problem, Josie. I am,” I tell her honestly with a sigh of annoyance. “She was…ah, the bitch, ACHB, was on the pill, so we didn’t use anything…but since she was cheating with that asshole, I need to get tested.”

“Ohhh,” Josie says, her eyes widening in understanding as she reaches down to pull her panties back up. The move is almost so fucking sad that I could cry. “Well, um, thank you for being honest.”

I swipe a hand over my face, so fucking angry at that bitch for still managing to screw me over, even now. Especially when I have Josie so damn beautiful and amazing on the hood of her El Camino, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties. It’s such a shame to let her go to waste. Actually, there’s no reason I can’t show her a good time, even if I can’t have one. Getting her off is almost just as good.

Grabbing both sides of her panties, I start lowering them again, all the way down her legs.

“Ah, Lawson, what are you doing?” she asks. “I thought you just said…”

As soon as her panties are out of the way, I throw both of her thighs over my shoulders before she can react and bury my face in between her legs.

“Oh, shit!” she exclaims, and when I hear the thud of what was probably her head hitting the hood, I smile against her flesh. But then my tongue is tasting her sweet, warm honey and I’m lost to everything around us. There’s nothing else, just my mouth devouring her, her thighs squeezing my head and her cries that are growing louder and more incoherent as she gets closer to climaxing. 

“Uh. Uh.
Oh
!” she screams when her hips go wild with abandon, grinding her pussy into my face when she comes. After that, both of us only make animalistic sounds. Josie mewls and grunts in the sexiest fucking way while I keep eating her. I growl in approval against her clit with every little noise she makes that tells me she’s completely lost to the pleasure.

“Lawson! Lawson, I can’t…I’m…I’m…”

Her words are music to my ears. Ears that she may actually be damaging from the amount of pressure her thighs are putting on them, but so worth it.

Give me one more, baby.

I promised her more than four tonight, and so far, she’s already had one by my hand and two by my mouth.

“
Oh God
!”

Make that three with my mouth. I’m going for a world record with this woman tonight.

I slowly swirl my tongue around her sensitive flesh as she comes down from her most recent orgasm. So what if my cock is dripping and threatening to blow up on the hood of her car? It was worth it to make her feel good. If I know Josie, and I’m starting to think I actually do even though we just met, I bet she’s gonna repay me in ways that will blow the fuck out of my mind. Not because she thinks she has to, but because she wants to.

I kiss my way around her inner thigh that’s slick with her sweat and juices running down it. Mmm-mmm-mmm. I can’t get enough of her. 

“Wow,” Josie says softly. “My car just got one helluva bath.”

That makes me chuckle, just like most of the things that come out of her mouth. Lowering her legs from my shoulders, I brace my palms on either side of her head to lean over her. 

“Can I take you home now?” I ask her with a kiss to her temple. “Well, after we make a pit stop at the pharmacy for a big box of rubbers.”

“Yes,” she says with a smile, winding her arms around my neck. But then her smile starts to slip off her of face just as quickly as it appeared.

“What?” I ask.

“You’ll, um, change the sheets and all, right?” she asks, reminding me of the nastiness that awaits me in my apartment.

“Ugh, I need a whole new mattress,” I tell her. “How about we stop by so I can grab some clothes, and then stay at your place tonight?” I suggest.

“Much better,” she agrees with now a beautiful, unconcerned, stunning smile.

“Let me just, ah, use your restroom to clean up first,” she says, so I stand up and put my dick away before offering her a hand to help her up. “Thank you,” she tells me when she’s on her unsteady feet again.

When her palm unexpectedly strokes my cock through my clothes, my hips punch forward so hard I nearly knock her over before I catch myself on her hood. “And, um, I promise we’ll take care of this soon,” she says, making me groan when she lets go and walks away.

Josie

I’m shaking all over, including my hands, so badly that I can barely work my panties up my legs or get my dress back on straight. What the hell just happened? I mean, I
know
what happened. Lawson gave me three…no, four amazing orgasms. But before that, I was all hysterical, crazy jealous, psycho bitch, and then I felt like an idiot for thinking the worst of him, and after that we were kissing.

I lick my lips just to taste his warm, cinnamon flavor that still lingers on them. Yum. And why is that scent so familiar? I don’t know the answer, and everything else is a whirlwind of sensations that my body couldn’t seem to get enough of. Like right now. Just knowing that Lawson, the most gorgeous man ever, is on the other side of the bathroom door has the pulse between my legs throbbing again and my stomach tensing with a hunger for him that I’ve never felt before. The intensity of my need to kiss him and…and touch him, to have him touch me again is so demanding that it almost hurts.

I reach for the sink counter to hold myself up when the memory of his mouth makes my knees weak, and my already wobbly legs tremble. Squeezing my thighs together and pressing my pelvis into the hard counter, I’m so close to coming again when I close my eyes and remember how incredible his tongue felt. I’m right…there. Right…there…“Oh God!” My head falls forward as my body shakes all over, nothing compared to the orgasms Lawson gave me, of course, but the idea that what he did to me was so good I just came spontaneously is outrageous.

“Josie? You okay?” Lawson asks through the door.

“Yeah, just a second,” I tell him. Shit. I have got to pull myself together. What is wrong with me? Has it been so long that the first orgasm he gave me was like a ridiculously intense earthquake, so now my body keeps having aftershocks? Jeez, it feels like I’m overheating, so maybe I just need some cool air to calm me down. On the ride home, I’ll roll the window down in his truck; and surely I’ll start to come down from this frenzy Lawson worked me into. Do I really want it to end, though? No. No, I don’t. It’s so good that I don’t see the harm in indulging in a few more mind-blowing rounds tonight. But first, I need to give the man, who so thoroughly rocked my world, a taste of this euphoria.

With a plan in mind, I start to think more clearly. I’m able to dress myself like the adult I am, and soon I’m stepping out onto the sidewalk where Lawson is waiting on me, now dressed in jeans and a baby blue button-down work shirt with Andrews’ logo on the chest. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms casually, and I’m starting to think the man would look good in anything, but looks the best in nothing.

“Ready?” he asks with a lazy grin that lets me know exactly what he’s really asking – am I ready to have some seriously dirty sex all night long?

“Yes,” I tell him with zero hesitation. So what if tomorrow is Friday and we both have to work? It will be worth every hot, sweaty second.

Walking over to the passenger side of his truck, he opens the door for me, making me want him even more for his chivalry. I climb up and ready myself to take action once he’s inside. Glancing around, the sun will be setting soon on the otherwise empty downtown street, so we won’t have to worry about any bystanders.

I don’t give Lawson a chance to fasten his seatbelt. Instead, I throw myself across the bench seat and kiss him while my hands go to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. The man seems to be very agreeable to my plan, because he groans into my mouth and then helpfully lifts his hips so I can easily pull them down and out of my way.

When my hand wraps around his thick erection, Lawson’s head falls back against the headrest, causing our mouths to separate. Which is perfect, because it allows me to lower my mouth to where I really want it --- on his cock.

“Fuck, Josie,” Lawson says as he blows out a breath so heavy I feel it breeze through my hair. “Maybe we should wait until I get tested…ah, fuck!”

I take my time licking his swollen head, down and back up his length, sliding my tongue along every throbbing vein. When I finally seal my lips around the crown and work to take more of him, I taste his saltiness with each deep pull of my mouth. It only makes me want to suck him harder. Yes, waiting for him to get tested would’ve been the wise thing to do, but after how good he made me feel…I can’t resist. Maybe I’m not thinking clearly, but it seems so…right.

“Mmm…God, that’s good,” Lawson groans in approval, his fingers threading into my hair in a gentle grip, not to force the pace. His thigh under my hand is tense, and I know it’s with barely restrained need that he’s not thrusting his hips upward or pushing my head down. Trying to get to him at a better angle so I swallow all of his cock, I put my knees underneath me in the seat to lean over his lap. Just when my lips almost touch the base of his cock, he distracts me with a palm squeezing my ass before it slips under the hem of my dress. He quickly finds out that I’m not wearing any panties. I figured there was no point in putting the soaked ones from earlier back on, so I just trashed them.

“So wet and tight. I want you…so fucking bad,” Lawson tells me through panting breaths.

I hum around his cock when he slips a finger inside me, right as his grasp tightens on my hair, trying to pull me off.

“Josie…stop or…oh, fuck!”

I don’t stop, silently telling him so as I suck him harder, as much of him as I can take. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…fuck yes,” he chants as his hips piston off the seat, pumping his warm release into my mouth. I take everything he gives me. I’m a woman on a mission, still sucking him down and pumping him furiously with my hand when I hear the knock on the window.

Oh, shit.

“Fuck,” Lawson echoes my sentiments.

I look up and see a stern looking man in a black uniform glaring through the glass at us. Lawson’s now softening cock slips out of my mouth while the man’s eyes stay on me.
Whoops.

“Out. Now,” another man says, his voice muted through the passenger window. Yep, definitely cops. The effect they have on my once burning body is similar to someone dumping a cold bucket of water on my head. Except for my cheeks. Between the arousal and embarrassment, the blush I’m sporting may very well be permanent.

I sit back on the seat, out of Lawson’s way so he can zip back up. Once that’s taken care of, he opens his door and climbs out, with me right behind him. My eyes are lowered to the pavement in dirty, dirty shame of what I was just caught doing when the second cop joins the first across from where Lawson and I are standing with our backs to the side of the truck. Such a stupid idea. Why didn’t I wait until we got back to my place? 

“You’re under arrest for misdemeanor indecent exposure and crime against nature,” the taller, older cop with a crewcut says, sending a spike of fear through me. I don’t wanna go to jail! Wait! I have a get out of jail free card.

“I want to talk to my attorney,” I tell the officers proudly with my chin raised. “I work for John Scholtz.”

“Good for you,” the older one says. “And he can represent you in court. But we’re just gonna take you to the station to get processed, and then I’m sure the magistrate will let you out on a written promise to appear.”

I notice some of the tension appears to drain from Lawson, who’s standing rigidly beside me. He’s awfully quiet, and I worry that he’s pissed at me, blaming all this on me. Which he should, since it
is
my fault. But he was getting a pretty good deal, until these two fuckers showed up and ruined it.

“If you’ll agree to follow us, I’ll even let you drive your own vehicle instead of riding in the back of ours,” the cop offers.

“Thanks,” Lawson says. “We’ll go straight there.” Then his hand is on the small of my back, leading me around to the passenger side of his truck. I climb inside, not sure if I want to laugh or cry. When I finally catch Lawson’s eye as he’s shutting my door, I’m pretty sure cry wins by a mile because of his icy gaze. He’s pissed. Obviously. And knowing he’s mad at me makes my lungs seize up in my chest. Worst. Feeling. Ever.

The short ride to the police station is silent; and once we go inside, they take us in opposite directions with different officers for what they call “processing”. I feel like a criminal after I’m fingerprinted, photographed and otherwise humiliated. All without my panties on. They might as well have stamped “slut” in big red letters across my forehead. I overhear officers snickering, and I know they’re talking about me. The worst part is, I recognize some of them from our criminal cases. And while I’ll be labeled a whore from now on, I’m sure they’re slapping Lawson on the back, commending him on his charges.

Finally, I go before the magistrate, who is not the least bit intimidating with his potbelly and bald head. He kindly agrees to let me go on my promise to appear on my court date a month away, just as the cop predicted. It was all relatively painless, except for the ding to my reputation and the ache I feel, wondering if Lawson will ever speak to me again.

In the station lobby, I’m a little relieved to find him waiting for me in one of the orange plastic chairs. At least he didn’t take off and abandon me.

“Hey,” I say in greeting, hugging my elbows while trying to paste a smile on my face.

“Hey,” he replies without looking at me before he stands up and leads the way to the front door. He holds it open for me to go through it, and then we’re outside at his truck.

“Lawson, I’m sorry – ” I start to say to him as we stand beside the open passenger door.

“Don’t,” he says, holding up a palm. “Just get in the truck, Josie.”

Wow. His words are so cold I practically shiver when I do as he asked. So imagine my surprise when, a few minutes later, we pull up at his apartment instead of mine. I’m afraid to say anything in case he doesn’t realize where we are and decides to take me home.

He growls out the curse, “Stupid fucking whore!” before we pull into a parking spot.

“I said I was sorry!” I exclaim at his harsh words.

“What?” he asks when he turns to me, his jaw clenched so tightly I’m pretty sure I hear his teeth grind together. “Katrina’s car is still here after I told her to get her shit out before I got home!”

“Oh,” I mutter in understanding, and follow his glare to the sporty black car parked next to him.

“Sorry,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Would you mind coming in with me to make sure I don’t kill her?”

“Ah, s-sure,” I say. “A little dose of jealousy couldn’t hurt either, right?” I ask.

He tilts his head to the side in thought when he removes the key from the ignition. Then an evil grin stretches across his beautiful face as he turns to face me. “You and I have been fucking for weeks,” he informs me before he leans over and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And it’s absolutely amazing!”

Giggling at his enthusiasm for revenge, I climb out of the truck and meet him in the front of the classic fender where he grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine and giving my hand a squeeze as we take the stairs to the second floor.

“This is gonna be fun,” he says, looking happier than a kid on Christmas, when just moments earlier he was pissed off and yelling. “She brought it on herself. If she’d just got her shit out like I told her to, it could’ve been avoided.”

He unlocks the door, and then I follow him into the apartment.

“Did you forget you don’t live here anymore, you soulless cunt!” Lawson calls out, making me laugh out loud. Sure, it’s one of the most derogatory comments I’ve ever heard spoken, but she cheated on him! Him, a god among men.

“Aw, babe, can’t we just talk about this – ”

A beautiful woman with flowing brown hair that hangs to her waist, and who could easily make a living on a runway, steps out of the bedroom…wearing nothing but a sheer, pink babydoll teddy. When she sees me standing next to Lawson, I swear it looks like she slams face first into an invisible brick wall.

“Ugh,” Lawson mutters in disgust that sounds so genuine I almost buy it. Almost. “After six months you should know I fucking hate the color pink.”

“Who-who is this?” she asks, thrusting her big breasts out and putting a hand on her cocked hip, trying to look even sexier.
Skank.

“Bitch, meet Josie. Josie this is the bitch I’ve told you so much about for the past few…how long has it been, three weeks?” Lawson turns to me and asks with a big, genuine smile, giving my hand he’s still holding a squeeze. 

“Tomorrow will be a month,” I tell him with a wink.

“Ah, you’re right. How could I forget our anniversary?” he asks with a kiss that leaves his lips lingering for a long moment on mine. “I had to mop up the garage.”

“Sort of like tonight,” I add, and he kisses me again, which is all the incentive I need to keep playing along.

“What-what’s going on, Lawson?” the bitch asks.

Unfortunately, he pulls away from me, straightening to face her. “You and that asshole did me a favor, saving me from having to admit to you that I’ve been cheating on you for weeks and wanted you to move out. Why do you think I get home so late every single night?” he asks with a shrug, sounding so convincing I almost fall for it, having to remind myself we just met yesterday. “So, yeah, thanks for saving me from the drama. But why the fuck are you still here?”

Well played.