4th of July // JOJI

Missed You

“I missed you, you know.” His fingers run up and down slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. They linger on your skin, hinting the will to crawl underneath the fabric of your shorts. “I thought about you a lot.”

You look up at him, dark eyes meet yours and you can’t tell if he’s just f*****g with you or not. You pray he’s not. Still you don’t dare speak.

“I thought about you on the bus and in hotel rooms.” His soft lips meet your neck and the back of your ear, you close your eyes and let him touch you.

“It got lonely sometimes,” he whispers against your skin, “and thinking of you felt good.”

His words leave you aching. “You didn’t have other girls for that?”

He pulls back smirking, “You know I’m not like that.” You weren’t so sure but his lips feel so good you don’t even care. He leans over you and lets his fingers graze the hem of your tee shirt before pulling it off. You close your eyes and bury your face in the crook of his neck. This is where he sprays his cologne and where God knows how many girls have left vanished love bites. You wonder how many times Natalie has been in this exact spot.

He pulls back once again, twisting a strand of your hair around his fingers. You can barely make out his features in the dim light so you bring your hand up to his face, a thumb running across his jaw, over his bottom lip. All you want is to kiss him. He closes the gap between you, parted knees to welcome his long leg between yours, tongues tasting each other, hands traveling, caressing your burning skin. He tastes like the cigarette he was just smoking but it’s intoxicating and you want more. You’ve waited so long to have this again.

“I missed you too.” Your voice is shaky, overwhelmed. Your confession leads to another kiss and more touching, your stomach and then thighs. He pulls at your shorts, freeing you from the unnecessary layers.

“You remember last summer?” He breathes, “I never stopped replaying it.” Your stomach does flips hearing his words. You’d begun to think he was too drunk to recall.

He lifts his head to allow your kisses and gentle bites on his neck. He inhales sharply, stifling a moan. You reach down to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it upwards. Once freed, you kiss the skin on his collarbone. The salty taste of the sea still lingers.

His fingers wander between your legs, touching you in slow, small circles. He sees how badly you’re holding in a moan.

“Have you thought of me?”

You nod, unable to speak and he shifts his weight so that he’s resting beside you. His fingers are still there though, working even slower, almost motionless.

“Joji.” You groan, not wanting him to stop. He pushes just his fingertip inside and you bite your lip hard.

“So you’ve thought about me? About that night?” In the almost darkness, you can make out his smile. ‘Only a million f*****g times,’ you want to cry.

“Yes.” You hiss as one finger becomes two.

“When you were by yourself?” Jesus, yes, countless times. You shut your eyes and nod.

“What about when you were with your boyfriend?” You’re nodding feverishly. He removes his fingers and he’s fully on top of you. His hands are next to your shoulders and your hands are clutching the sheets in agony.

He pulls your hands from the sheets and brings them to the buckle of his belt.

“Undo it. I know you want to.” You gulp.

He locks his gaze with yours, absorbing as much as he can of you in the darkness. He radiates pure desire, he doesn’t take his eyes away as you slowly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his shorts. Deep inhale. Gradual release. He feels the hot skin of your thigh and then kicks his shorts off.

He goes back to rubbing and stroking and touching slowly and then a little faster and God you can’t do this anymore. You tug down his underwear, he allows you to free him and he quickly takes your hand in his, guiding you between your own legs. He controls your moves, taking in the sight of all the pleasure, all the desire you have for him in this moment.

He grins against your skin, letting his two day old scruff tickle you. He kisses your collarbone then gracefully lowers his lips to your chest, your breasts, he sucks on your skin, driving you crazy. You squirm with pleasure but he holds you down with his weight, he’s in full control.

“You had s*x with someone else and thought about me.” He speaks in a low tone, breath tickling your ear. He knows, he knows everything, he always does. You hate how much you want him. “You wanted it to be me, didn’t you? You want me right now?”

He’s so cocky but you confirm everything, you whisper yes, yes, yes, and yes, the word keeps falling from your mouth. He pushes your own finger further and watches as you give yourself pleasure, forcing your lips to part and your eyes flutter shut. You lose your breath completely as he accelerates the speed and pressure, you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming out. Your eyes snap open to watch his face screw with an intense concentration, panting almost as heavily as you. You’re still chanting ‘yes’ as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

You feel your entire body weakening with pleasure, climax building more and more with each second that passes.

“Joji!” You cry as he pulls your hand away and thrusts into you. His face contorts before pinning his forehead to your own, breathing shallow and shaky.

“f**k, you feel good.” he mutters before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, your body still tense as you struggle to adjust to the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. He alternates between fast and slow until gradually his thrusts become more urgent. His hips slam forward with force and you claw your nails down his back.

“Yes. There” You urge desperately as he alters his angle ever so slightly.

“What, there?” A dirty laugh slips from his lips as he pushes himself inside as deep as he can possibly go.

“Ugh Joji. Don’t stop, please don’t stop” You beg. He’s making your head spin. Each tiny nerve ending in your body was alive, burning with an overbearing euphoria that makes your toes curl and heart pound.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he pants from above.

You watch him intently for a few moments before his lips come forward to meet your own, catching each breathless moan.

“Keep your lips there, please” You whisper desperately, feeling your orgasm fast swelling from the very pit of your stomach.

You remember other people are in this house and you can’t trust yourself to keep quiet. Not now. Not with Joji pleasing you in every way that was physically possible. He keeps his eyes on you as he increases the speed of his thrusts, kissing hard each time your fingers dig roughly into his arms and shoulders. His grunts and his breathless groans are becoming more fervent and frequent as the minutes roll by.

“Joji, I… f**k, there, there…” You moan against his lips, your entire body contracting as pleasure explodes right from your core, coursing through each vein and nerve until your muscles spasm and release every ounce of pent up ecstasy that had been building since you first touched.

He’s close and you lower one hand to his backside and pull the other through his hair as he takes his lower lip between his teeth for his final moments.

He curses as your walls continue to contract around him, lips connecting for one final embrace until he releases himself, calling your name over and over as he knocks his hips repeatedly against your own.

You carefully lower your legs as his forehead remains against your own, his breathing short and sharp in contrast to the long, drawn-out inhalations of your own.

“Well f**k” he laughs softly, slowly withdrawing from you, leaving your body feeling weak and shaky.

“Fuck.” You repeat his words. He covers the both of you with the sheet you had held onto so tightly just moments before. Your thoughts are blurry. Your head is still swimming with elation and your body is completely fatigued. You fall asleep with his arm wrapped around your middle.