Page 107 of Make Me Laugh

I give her what she wants, sharing the sweetness of her orgasm in a frenzied kiss.

I’m going to combust if I don’t get out of these pants immediately.

The bed shifts under my weight as I guide Joey to the edge. Her hand presses against my cock when I step off, my hips instinctively pressing into her touch. I nip her bottom lip, working the button of my pants and slipping them off.

Joey pulls away from my lips, kissing down my neck until she somehow finds a spot no one’s ever found. Her tongue flicks over my pulse, and I hiss a breath.

“Shirt. Now,” she mimics, her sultry voice and soft kisses sending my pulse to fucking Pluto.

She’s always a little bossy, and I love it outside the bedroom, but there’s something downright adorable about it when we both know who’s in control behind closed doors.

Through the full body chills, I feel the vibration of a chuckle tickle my chest. I keep calm through my body’s rapture, dying to be reborn again every time Joey’s lips touch my neck. “You wanna be in charge now, Joey baby?” I ask, grabbing her by the hair at the back of her head and bringing her mouth inches from mine.

“Mhm,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine with a saccharine sweetness.

Joey loves kissing me, sneaking them in whenever she thinks I won’t notice. I’ll never complain, happy to go down with her secret if it means she’ll keep doing it.

“Tell me what you want from me,” I say as she slips her fingers between the waistband of my boxers, shimmying them down as low as she can with my hold limiting her reach.

Joey swallows, fighting a whimper. “I want you to sit on the bed and let me ride you until I come again.” Her soft fingers brush over the tip of my hypersensitive dick. “And then I want you to fuck me until it’s time to swallow your cum.”

“My pleasure,” I rasp, doing exactly as she asks and then some.

She comes on my lap, and then once more when I go down on her again.

I’m not sure what it is about Joey, but I’d never finish again if it meant I was able to watch her do it instead. Watching and knowing I’m the one sending her into another dimension makes me the luckiest man alive.

Joey drops to the floor beside the bed when I tell her to, removes the condom, and sucks me off until I bust into the back of her throat. My eyes flutter as her tongue swirls around my tip, lapping up the last of my release. She stares at me from her knees with her unreal siren eyes, and an animalistic noise bubbles up my throat.

I snatch her jaw between my fingers, puckering her lips with my cum in her mouth. I think I catch the exact moment Joey realizes she’s attracted to me on a level she didn’t think possible. Her pupils remind me of a cat seeing a bird through the window. I tap her gently on the chin with two fingers. “Open.”

She does as I say, squeezing her thighs together while waiting patiently.

I tip Joey’s head back and spit into her mouth.

Without coaching, she sticks her tongue out to show me the mess I’ve made before swallowing.

A chill racks my body, a sated groan following.

After the first night, Joey got cuddly after sex, high from the molotov cocktail of happy chemicals flooding her brain. I notice the same satisfied glow in her cheeks now.

I scoop her up from the floor, tangling into the sheets as we catch our breath.

The clock is ticking on this moment, slowly inching closer to Joey leaving. Which reminds me how close we are to the end of tour.

Six weeks is going to feel like the blink of an eye.

We stay quiet while letting our heart rates drop, the sound of our breathing the only noise in the room.

“This stays between us.” Joey breaks the silence with her boundaries to this new arrangement, and I don’t find myself as disappointed as I probably should. “We tell them the plan for our social media collaboration, but it’s best we don’t include them in our sex life.” She removes her head from my chest, her arm holding the bedsheet over her tits as she sits up.

It’s like she knew I’d be too distracted to pay attention if she didn’t. Honestly, I’m fucking feral for this woman. Maybe even obsessed, and probably, most definitely, falling completely head over heels in love with her.

I prop myself against the headboard, eyes flicking down to the red marks on my chest from Joey’s nails. “Should I tell them I’m sleeping with someone else if they ask?”

Between Enzo and Kell, I’m at the gym with one, if not both, nearly every day. I’ll have to wear T-shirts all week.

Worth it!