Page 16 of American Sweethearts

I hissed at the sensation and pressed the back of my head to the chaise, the ache between my legs getting more and more intense. He took mouthfuls of me, tongue sliding over my nipple as two fingers took turns moving over my clit and dipping into me, looking for the place he always seemed to find so effortlessly.

I had both my hands on his head, keeping his attention on my breasts as I breathed choppily, just on the cusp of coming apart.

“Don’t fucking stop, J,” I begged through gritted teeth, already feeling the waves coming. He grunted, redoubling hisassault on my senses and soon I was lost, body pulsing in an orgasm that left me weak.

When I opened my eyes, the way Juan Pablo was looking at me made my belly molten again. The want there, gut deep and all-encompassing like my own. When he was like this, it was so easy to forget all the ways things seemed to fall apart for us.

He ran the back of his hand over his mouth, eyes still roaming over me. I probably looked a mess, but from how he was breathing, I knew we were both on the exact same page. No stopping. We’d just keep going at this, kissing, touching until we’d had enough. We’d always been good at pushing off catastrophe as long as we focused on what we could make each other feel.

I ran a hand over his hardness, focusing on him. “Can I have this now?” I sounded a lot more in control than I was, my mouth practically watering for him.

He jerked his head, already making his way down my body. “Not yet.”

I could feel the tingling before his mouth was on me, and when he closed his lips around my clit and pulled, all I could do was fall into the soft deep cushions of the chaise and feel. My hands fisted at my sides, trying to relax into the sensation.

He took turns between sucking hard and circling the hard tip of this tongue to that little nub. The crackle of electricity worked itself up my limbs and gut, until I was vibrating, so close to coming again. Juan Pablo could always get me off in record time. Fleetingly, I thought that nothing ever felt this comforting and hot at once.

Soon the tingling in my limbs increased to waves of pleasure and I was coming with a long lazy moan. “Fuuuuuuck that’s so good.”

I lay there panting as J softly ran his hands over my thighs, which he knew was one of the only spots where I didn’t feelhypersensitive after an orgasm. Finally, he pushed up again and searched for my mouth. While we kissed, I reached for his cock, but it was soft.

I grinned and pulled back. “Did you jerk it while you were down there?”

I could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed his way down my neck. “I’m good at multi-tasking and need to get these pants dry-cleaned anyway.”

“Gross.” I did not sound disgusted. I wasn’t. I felt satisfied and understood in this little cocoon by the ocean J and I had made.

After we’d each had some more sips on less than optimally cold but still quite delicious bubbly, we laid there next to each other, in comfortable silence, and before he opened his mouth, I could feel J getting ready to trample right into my post-coital bliss.

“If things don’t get better, would you consider leaving the force?”

My initial reaction was to bristle. Over the years, J and I had more than one blowout over my job and his constant worry that I’d get hurt. So this line of questioning made me defensive, even when I’d been asking myself the same thing. A lot.

I didn’t turn around to look at him, but I made myself come out with it.

“I’ve thought about it.” He didn’t say anything and I knew he wouldn’t until I’d said whatever was on my mind. “But I’m not sure I can, not yet. The multi-disciplinary team is pretty good and I want to keep working in it.”

J would not let me hide the truth from myself. A lot of times that didn’t work out well, but I could always rely on him to hear what was on my mind and tell me what I needed to hear.

“Is that the same kind of group you were in in Ithaca, with the CPS people and the prosecutors?”

I smiled and turned to look at him, not really surprised, but still touched that he recalled the details of a job I’d left years ago. “Yeah, pretty much the same. Of course, the team is a little bigger, and we work with the FBI, too, but the same idea. I can’t believe you remember that. I was a baby cop when I was on that Ithaca team.”

He gave me a pointed look, “When have I ever forgotten about something that made you happy, Priscilla?”

Never. But that road was not one I was going down right now.

“You have a good memory.” That elicited a scoff, but whatever it came with, he kept to himself.

Again I veered us off the lane that would put us on the path to talk about our feelings. “Anyway the work is goodish, and some of the guys are assholes, and problematic, but I can mostly deal with it. I also love the forensic social worker from the child advocacy center that sits in on the meetings. Bri.”

There was a shift and I could feel he was refraining from asking more about Bri.

“He’s in a very committed relationship to a man, so you can unclench your jaw. Not that your ass needs to be pressed about men I like.”

“Says you.”Thatwas a verbal pout if I’d ever heard one.

I would not find his whining cute. “We were talking about my dissatisfaction with my job, Juan Pablo.”