Six years earlier

"To Josh and Abby!" Jean, Josh's mom, said as she raised her glass of Prosecco.

The rest of our table, composed of my own parents, Sasha, and Josh's dad, repeated after her and raised their glass too. Josh and I remained silent but joined the toast. We had just finished our last exam earlier that day and we were more or less certain that we'd aced it. Sophomore year was officially over, and Josh's parents had made the trip from the UK to celebrate.

After a freshman year spent separately in different student houses – the Caltech equivalent of sororities and fraternities – we had moved in together for our second year. Having roommates and easy access to the dorm parties was a lot of fun, but we'd really missed each other. We now lived in a small one-bedroom apartment off campus, near the student houses. The best of both worlds, as one would say.

As I took a sip of my drink, Josh's pinkie started brushing against my underwear. Its hand had made its way under my dress more than an hour earlier, making my life miserable. I had had the hardest time keeping a straight face in front of our parents and trying to ignore the fire his touch never failed to ignite between my legs. He was now ready to take things one step further, it seemed.

I could see his smirk from the corner of my eye. I glared at him as discreetly as possible while doing my best to pay attention to what Jean was saying. It only encouraged him to be bolder and next thing I knew, his pointer finger was sneaking in my panties and sliding up and down my folds. My very wet folds, might I add.

His smirk grew bigger when he realized the state of my arousal. He cleared his throat to conceal his laugh and subtly readjusted his pants.

Two can play that game, mister!

Mirroring him, I placed my hand between his legs, right over his dick. He was hard. I squeezed it hard enough to feel it spasm between my fingers. He gasped quietly. I threw a smug smile in his direction.

By the time Jean and Josh's dad, Lewis, paid for our meal after a long back-and-forth with my parents about who would pay, Josh was hard as a rock and I was wet as Niagara Falls. With the past few days spent revising non-stop in the library and the surprise visit of the Paxton family right after we finished our finals, we hadn't had sex in more than two weeks; an eternity, by our standards. We were seconds away from jumping each other's bones. We promptly said our goodbyes and went home. Josh's parents were staying at Sasha's and we would meet them the following day.

As soon as our relatives were out of sight, Josh grabbed my hands and practically dragged me to his car. When we reached it, he opened the door to the backseat and climbed in right behind me. Without giving me a chance to figure out what was happening, he had pinned me on my back and was resting on top of me, his legs between mine. His lips captured mine in a long, desperate, and frankly indecent kiss that we had been craving for the past couple of weeks.

When we stopped to catch our breath, we were both panting like we had run a marathon. The windows were already fogged up, Titanic style.

"I've missed you so much, love," he murmured in my ear. "I'm so sorry my parents came without notice. I had so many plans for the two of us tonight."

"I know, corazón, I know. But please don't be mad at them. They miss you a lot, they haven't seen you since Christmas. Their hearts are in the right place, they thought you'd like their surprise."

"I do! I'm just dying to be inside you right now. Whatever we do next year, we'll have to figure out a way to find time for sex during our revisions. I will not do that ever again."

"Trust me, I won't either."

He laughed a bit, but it quickly turned into a growl. His mouth found its usual place behind my ear and my mind just left the building. His hard dick covered in rough denim was rubbing against my center. I could already feel the first signs of orgasm building up between my legs.

Unceremoniously, Josh pulled up my dress and pulled down my underwear. With one hand, he put three fingers in me, his rings still on, his thumb circling my clit at the same time. With the other hand, he pinched my pierced nipple through the fabric, causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. It took me all but one minute to come undone in his arms, moaning his name.

"That was fast," I said in a laugh once I caught my breath.

"Trust me, I won't last long either."

"We'll see about that right now."

As I was reaching for his zipper, he stopped my hand and shook his head.

"Nuh-uh," he refused. "I'm saving it all for the bedroom. Brace yourself, love. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk out of our bedroom."

Those words were enough to start another fire in my belly. How could one man affect me like that?

"We do have to show your parents around tomorrow, though. I'll need my legs."

"I'll rent you a wheelchair," he murmured in my ear with what sounded like the most devilish grin.

Ugh, this man was going to be the death of me.

He finished pulling my panties down my legs and stuffed them in his pants pocket.

"You won't be needing those," he said with a wink.

The death of me, I'm telling you.

We promptly readjusted our clothes and took our seats in the front of the car. The trip back to our place was the fastest I had ever experienced yet felt like the longest.

Once the elevator doors closed on us, the wild animal that had momentarily replaced my boyfriend pounced on me. In a matter of seconds, I was pinned against the mirrored wall, my dress was pulled up on my hips, and my neck was under attack by one feral mouth.

When the elevator stopped on our floor, Josh did not bother covering me and pulled me out of the metal box to our apartment door, not breaking our connection, my bare ass exposed. I didn't care for one second. He fumbled a little with the key and eventually got us in.

As soon as our door was locked, I was dragged to our dining table. Josh turned me around and pushed on my back until my chest rested on the top of the table, his dick poking my butt. I felt him bend over and bring his mouth to my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you twice, tonight," he announced in a very low, lusty voice. "Once fast and very hard, and a second time slower and... probably still quite hard too. We'll see if we can have a third round."

And without further ado, he opened his zipper, took his dick out and entered me to the hilt in one thrust. There was no need for more foreplay, we were both one hundred percent ready for each other. The synchronized gasp that came from both of us was the sexiest sound that I had ever heard. I hadn't realized until then how desperately I had missed being physical with him.

Like he promised, he fucked me mercilessly. His thrusts were fast and powerful, making me feel like I was being pounded by a jackhammer. It was heavenly. As a fully clitoridean woman, I almost came from such a quality dicking. That says a lot.

As he promised too, it was fast. After a couple minutes of intense ramming, he came inside me, leaving us both panting.

His chest was resting on my back, his sweat mixing with mine, his heavy breathing in my ear.

"Wow, I really did miss you." He kissed me between my shoulder blades. "I'm sorry I didn't last long."

"Don't be ridiculous. Your dick was too good for me to have anything to complain about."

"It was that good, huh?" He asked in his cockiest tone, his smirk transpiring in his words.

His penis still inside me, he punctuated his sentence with one deep thrust that made my eyes roll back into my skull and my mouth moan like a porn actress.

"I know, love. I know."

Ugh! The bastard and his unwavering confidence... I groaned at him for his cockiness, which made him laugh.

As he was slowly getting back to flaccid, he pulled out and stuffed the goods back in his pants, leaving me empty of him, yet full of him. Like the 'whore in the sheets, gentleman in the streets' he was, he went to pick up a wet washcloth from the bathroom and proceeded to wipe his semen off me.

"All done!" He announced before giving my butt a loud slap.

He turned me around and sat me on the damn table, taking his place between my legs that wrapped around his waist. He kissed my mouth lovingly and tenderly, a shocking contrast from the wild mind-blowing, toe-curling sex we'd just had.

He grabbed my dress which was bunched up at my waist and pulled it over my head until I was totally naked. He groaned when he saw my boobs.

"Knowing that you've been braless for the entire dinner with our parents is doing all sorts of things to me."

"Show me," I dared him.

He cocked his head on the side and raised an arrogant eyebrow at me. The smile that flashed on his face was nothing if not predatory. He grabbed the back of my knees and lifted my thighs off the table, pulling me closer to him and rubbing his already hardening penis on my vulva. The rough fabric against my sensitized flesh made me see some stars in a matter of seconds. When Josh's teeth started nibbling on my earlobes, I was already about to climax.

"Not so fast, love," he ordered.

I almost came from those words alone... before grunting in frustration when he pulled away from me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked in all delicateness.

"Sshh. Patience, love. You'll come, don't worry, but it'll be on my terms."

This sentence alone gave me goosebumps. Josh was the most respectful man on Earth, but he was quite the dominant in the bedroom – or in the dining room, for that matter. The perfect combination, if someone asks for my opinion. I bit my lip in anticipation and surrendered my body to him.

He put my legs down and grabbed my neck with his left hand, angling my face so my eyes were level with his. His other hand went straight to my lady bits. He entered me a couple times with his finger, coating it with my arousal, before settling on my swollen clitoris. He carefully pushed the hood out of his way and pushed ever so slightly on my exposed bud. My entire body spasmed under his touch. The motherfucker had the audacity to laugh.

He gave me a second to catch my breath and went back to my naked clitoris. Skillfully, he applied the tiniest amount of pressure on it and made very slow circles on it. Each time he hit that one exact spot, my body shook underneath him of its own accord, but he never pulled his hands away, and he never changed the rhythm.

This slow build-up was absolute torture, all I wanted was faster and harder, but he was not budging, no matter how frenetically I moved my hips against his fingers to urge him to bring me over the edge. I groaned in exasperation, tilted my head backwards, not quite ready to beg for it yet.

Josh's hold on my neck tightened and he brought my head back to an upright position.

"Eyes on me, love."

I locked his eyes in mine, trying to give him my best 'fuck me' eyes. He held my gaze yet remained unfazed. How did he manage to have that much self-control? I knew very well he usually could hardly resist my 'fuck me' eyes.

The heat between my legs was building, but at an excruciatingly slow pace. Each time I made a move to try and get my release faster, Josh stopped me. This was nothing short of sweet torture. At this point, I was just a ball of frustration. And the constant, rhythmic movement of Josh's finger on my clit was driving me crazy. So crazy that a tear escaped from my eye. Not because I was sad, not because I was angry, but because getting your nerve endings stimulated like that for so long does that to you.

"Corazón, please, make me come. I can't handle it anymore," I whined.

"In a minute."

I started whimpering, more tears flowing from my eyes. Josh kissed them away and his hand closed even tighter around my neck. He looked me dead in the eye.

"I'm gonna need you to keep your eyes open and look at me while you come, can you do that for me?"

I frantically nodded, desperate to reach the sweet release.

"Good girl."

He stopped his circles and pulled back his finger so that just the tip was barely grazing my clit. The loss of contact was even worse than the slow movements. I let out a sob out of nowhere.

"Come. Now." He ordered while finally putting a lot more pressure on my clit and rubbing it vigorously.

And come is what I did. Hard. It was, without exaggeration, the best orgasm I had ever had. I turned into a puddle of whimpers, moans, spasms, and tears. His hand on my neck was the only thing that kept me from collapsing on the table, and it took me all the will in the world to keep my eyes open and not break eye contact. My being was more orgasm than Abby, at this point. I had absolutely no control over what was happening to it, everything was just pure, raw pleasure.

Josh hugged me tight when I eventually came off my high and all my muscles seemed to relax completely, leaving me feeling like overcooked noodles.

"That—That—That was—" I stuttered.

"I know, love. I know," he said again, prouder than ever.

"What did you do? How did you do that? You made me cry, for heaven's sake!"

He smirked his arrogant smirk again.

"That's the one time I've ever enjoyed seeing you cry, if I'm being honest."

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"Very much so. I absolutely love that I know you and your body so much that I can give you such intense orgasms."

"You're perfect, you know that? One minute you're railing me like I'm your whore, the next one you're treating me like I'm the queen of your world. I love you."

"You are the queen of my world." He kissed my lifts softly. "And I love you. Now would you be up for some overtime as my whore? I have a second round of absolutely mind-blowing sex waiting for you, as promised."

"Mmmmm," I faked thinking about it. "It depends, what do you have in mind?"

"Oh, you're definitely getting tied up to the bed. And I'm feeling like taking out the nipple clamps, too. Anything else tickles your fancy?"

"The riding crop!" I said automatically.

"Sure thing, I'll take out the riding crop too. I can't wait to ruin that gorgeous ass of yours."

Yum!

"Now that you mention it, I'd love to get some back door action too," I requested.

We had started experimenting with anal a few months earlier and needless to say I was completely sold on it.

"For fuck's sake, Abby. You're the best girlfriend ever, you know that?"

"So I've heard," I said smugly.

"I'm even more impatient to ruin your ass that way, now."

I giggled, my body already wanting more of him. Josh helped me off the table and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I brushed his lips with mine, never properly kissing him. When he eventually made the move to kiss me first, I avoided his mouth and moved to his earlobe. Taking a page from his own book, I stuck out my tongue and licked behind his ear, my piercing digging into his skin like he would always do to me. A soft growl rose from his chest.

My hands traveled south until they met the waistband of his jeans. I deftly unzipped his fly and crouched down so I could pull his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. He stepped out of them while looking down at me, then removed his T-shirt. He was finally fully naked in front of me, his naked penis level with my eyes and one of his eyebrows raised as if to challenge me.

I settled on my knees and got my face closer to his lower body. I kissed his lower abdomen, his hipbone, the top of his thighs, always avoiding the obvious erection looking me in the eye. I could hear Josh hold his breath each time my mouth grazed his penis, then release a loud sigh when I didn't give him what he desperately wanted.

Now you see what it feels like, huh?

I pushed the teasing game further and grabbed his dick with one hand, gently squeezing, and his balls in the other hand, gently jiggling. I approached my tongue and let it travel along his length, his tip, making sure my piercing was hitting every single bump along the way, yet never putting the damn thing in my mouth. Josh was practically hissing after a few minutes of my treatment. Saying that I was proud was an understatement.

When I eventually went for his tip, I heard him swallow hard in anticipation. I softly put my lips on his glans, gave it the tiniest peck, and... I stood up and casually walked – ran – away to the bedroom.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked when he caught up on me, grabbing my waist before pushing me on the bed. I fell on my back. He pinned me down with the weight of his entire body.

"Nothing," I replied with a cheeky smile.

"Is that so?" He thrust his hips, his erection almost painfully digging into my thigh.

"Yup, just casually laying there, minding my own business," I said in a laugh.

"That's a lie," he whispered in my ear with the most lascivious intonation. "And do you know what happens to liars?"

I shook my head.

He got off the bed and rolled me on my belly. He then proceeded to grace my butt cheek with the loudest spank I had ever heard. The stingiest, too.

"They get punished," he declared before taking out all sorts of toys and restraints from the box under our bed.

Once again: I loved that man.

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A/N: This chapter is pure fluff and I'm not apologizing for it. I just love Josh and Abby so much 🥺

My apologies for the late post, my schedule tends to get hectic around Christmas time. Next chapter on Monday.

Love,
Charlie.