Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from The Glass Knot...

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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 

My chest tightened. My longing was so much more intense now than on the beach that day. Because now I knew what his chest was like to touch and kiss, cuddle into. How it looked pressed against my breasts and covered in our mingled sex sweat, rising and falling rapidly as he fought for breath after riding into me hard and fast.

I willed myself back to the present. But with his aftershave settling in my nose and mixing with the soft male scent that radiated from his naked skin, it was not an easy task.

I started taking more pictures. This time ensuring I had his entire upper torso in the frame.

Once again the sun worshipped him, lovingly touching each perfect muscle and tendon. Highlighting bulging biceps and the sinewy tendons of his neck. It made me want to worship him too, lick every square inch that I could, and then get hold of his cock and...

Oh, fuck. I have to get out of here.

I did six more shots and lowered my camera. “I think that’s plenty.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, maybe you’d like some pictures outside, in the garden?”

So I can get some air.

I fiddled with the zoom. My pussy was thrumming. I should have brought Rocky then I could have disappeared into the bathroom for some alone time. Sorted out the ache between my legs.

“No.” His voice was firm and deep.

I lifted my head.

There was something in his eyes that made me freeze. I’d seen that look before. It was raw and hungry. The soft, caring, relaxed expression of moments ago had gone. Josh was thinking about something dirty, sexy and...carnal.

I know him better than I thought.

“I don’t want to go in the garden. I want to stay in here,” he said.

“Oh, do you want me to get Nick?”

“No.” His lips tightened and he stepped closer.

“But, er, maybe I could do some pictures of the pair of you together.”

“No, that’s not what I want.” He reached out and lifted the thin leather camera strap over my head.

Just the brush of his fingertips on my neck sent more lust raging through me. But this was crazy. There was nothing between Josh and I. There couldn’t be. For Nick’s sake there couldn’t be.

He set my camera on a hay bale then loomed back over me.

I stared up at him. The dim light and the silence seemed to weave a spell around us, a spell that made it only us. The air was thick with dust, palpable with desire. His eyes were locked with mine, and a slow growing realization crept over me.

He’s looking down at me like he wants a repeat performance of our wildest moment in Spain.

“Lord help me,” he mumbled, dropping his head closer still, until his breaths breezed over my face.

The unthinkable, the impossible was about to happen. He was going to kiss me, and I was going to let him, despite my promise to Nick.

No I can’t do that. I’m not a bitch.

“Laura, I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. I just need to...I want...”

I despaired with myself, didn’t think I could stoop to such depths of self-destruction. Drop myself into a pit where I knew guilt would eat me alive. But I was going to. Josh could do whatever he wanted and take whatever he needed. His words, the desire in his eyes, it was like showing a red rag to a bull. “Yes,” I said.

The decision had made itself.

I flung my arms around his neck at the same time as he dragged my body to his. Our mouths connected in a frantic, desperate kiss. Tongues racing and searching, lips starving as we fed off each other.

He let out a low, triumphant sound, like a growl. It made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. All sane thoughts left me. I was in Josh’s arms, he was all I wanted, and judging by the long hard bulge jutting into my stomach, he wanted me too.

I couldn’t help myself. I knew, in the back of my mind, how much this would hurt Nick, but that worry seemed like a million light years away. It was scarily easy to bury it and figure it out later.

“I’ve dreamed of tasting you again,” he admitted hoarsely.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t seem to stop myself.” He slid his hands down and cupped my ass through my jeans, tugged me harder against him. “You’ve got under my skin and into my brain. I can’t stop thinking of you and our night together.” He groaned and kissed me even harder.

His words and his urgent kiss sent electric pulses of delight through my body. My breasts grew heavy as I leaned into his bare chest. My breaths were hard to catch. I should have replied, or told him to stop or something, but I couldn’t. I was sating a hunger that had been growing to alarming proportions.

An image of Nick, relaxed on holiday, smiling and confident came into my mind.

How can I be doing this?

I pushed at Josh, shook my head. “No.”

“Yes.” 

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