Blast From The Past 1 by Faith Winslow Read Free Book Online

throat before making up for lost time.”
    “It’s okay, sir. I understand,” Brian said back. “But I’m still waiting to hear about that concert you went to this weekend.”
    “There’s always tomorrow,” Joe said as he turned and rushed out of the shop. And, just like that, just as quickly as Joe left, so too did any hopes I had that Joe’s being there at rEcore was a random or sporadic occurrence. In that brief exchange, I learned he was a staple here, and, just like me, he had an office.
    “You find what you’re looking for, honey?” Brian called back to me a moment later—and, in that instant, I was slightly offended. Why was I “honey,” while Joe was “sir?”
    I grabbed a soda from the cooler and a chocolate candy bar from the shelf. “Yeah, honey, I did,” I answered back somewhat shortly, bringing my items to the register. Brian bowed his head a little as he rang up my items. He was obviously embarrassed by the way I spat “honey” back at him.
    After that awkward encounter, I carefully returned to my office, making damn sure that, each time I turned a corner, Joe wasn’t standing there waiting.

~ Chapter 10 ~
     
    “Get on the bed,” Joe hissed at me. He spoke with a powerful presence, and I couldn’t help but do as he had asked. He’d just given me the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and every inch of me wanted to see what he had for me next.
    I slithered over to the bed, still a little shaky, both from the booze and from the way he shook me. I crawled onto the mattress, feeling the cool of the linens as I did, and turned over onto my back.
    I stared up at Joe, and he stared down at me. My body twitched when I saw him raise his hand to his mouth so that he could lick the fingers that he’d just had inside me.
    “Tastes good,” he said. “I think I want more.”
    Joe slowly walked towards me, stopping at the food of the bed. He dropped to the floor and grabbed my ankles, pulling my body down to him. All that distance I’d crawled up the bed was now behind me, but, from the look on his face, I could tell it’d be worth it.
    My legs were dangling over the edge of the bed, and Joe’s face hovered above my womanhood. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and brought his hands to my front, separating the folds of my sensitive skin with his fingers. He stuck his tongue out and leaned forward, into me, to lick me, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on mine.
    I groaned the moment Joe’s tongue touched me—and, I groaned even more after he traced circles and lines across my love bud. My sexual experiences with Tommy had been very limited, and he’d always said he wasn’t “into giving head,” and, as Joe licked, sucked, and devoured me, I cursed Tommy for being so close-minded. Every woman needed—no, deserved—to experience what I was experiencing, and Tommy had been a jerk to think he was above it.
    “Oh, Joe,” I cried out when he shoved a finger inside me. The feeling of his tongue on me, combined with the “come hither” motion of his digit, sent me over the top. I reached down and grabbed hold of his head as I bucked my hips upward, mashing myself against his face. My screams of pleasure were matched with his moans—not only was he good at what he did, but he was enjoying it, which only made me enjoy it all the more.
    Once my body stopped trembling and my eyes rolled back into their sockets, I looked up to see Joe above me. His face was still glistening with my wetness, and he leaned down to kiss me. “It’s my turn to cum now,” he said, grabbing my thighs and lifting my drenched pussy to his lap. I smiled at him, giving him my consent, and, a moment later, I felt him plunge deep inside me.
    “Fuck,” he moaned as he started to ride me. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last long.”
    Something about what he said, and how he said it, gave me a rush of pride and made me feel extremely sexy. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer to