Page 42 of Four Letter Feelings

“No. I’m not. And… eh, not to sound insensitive, or insulting, but—”

“I’m not a hooker!” she exclaimed, face-palming. “I won’t charge you or anything!” She laughed, but not awkwardly. Her confidence and genuineness were certainly appealing to Jeremy, she seemed to be more self-aware than anyone he’d ever met. “I just really like sex with people I find attractive.”

As do I.

“I have a high sex drive.”

Ditto.

“I like variety and I don’t like being tied to one sexual partner.”

Girl, you are speaking my love language right now!

“Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean I’m out whoring myself or anything. But, for the record, if I was it wouldn’t be any of your business.” She eyed him as though she expected him to challenge her. “Anyway, I like sex, I want sex and if you’re game…” She poked his chest playfully. “I want sex with you.”

Legit can’t believe my luck right now. Did I hit my head on the bar? How is this actually my life?

It felt quite surreal. He’d never before met a woman who could walk right up to him and tell him she wanted to take him to bed – at least not right away, or in as frank a manner as Jessica had just done. He found it refreshing. Two grown adults coming together with a shared desire and no expectation of anything more than what it was: just sex.

Setting their expectations early meant that neither of them would get hurt, and that was certainly appealing to Jeremy, as there was little he enjoyed less than letting down a woman who got too attached when he didn’t feel the same way.

“Ok, starting to get a complex here, playboy. If you aren’t interested I—”

He covered her lips with his finger and replaced his finger with his lips, kissing her hungrily.

“Get a room,” the bartender mumbled.

“I intend to,” Jessica answered with a grin.

Jeremy led her out of the bar and walked by her side with his arm draped loosely around her shoulder. As they walked in the muggy night they talked as though they were old friends, she told him she was studying dance and her German Shepherd, Alfie, was her best friend. He told her he loved breakfast food and played hockey. Despite the getting-to-know-you small talk, the air between them was charged with lust and desire and they stopped more than once to make out.

“I need to get you home,” he choked, his voice gravelly with need and want. “Or I’m going to take you right here on this wall.”

“Promises, promises, Jeremy Lewis,” she teased, as she trailed her tongue across his lower lip and along his jaw, pinching his earlobe between her teeth and giggling.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

“First a mermaid… then Jesus… You do remember my name, right?”

Jeremy moaned and tilted his head away from her as her tongue continued its journey along the side of his neck. “I said,” she breathed her words lightly against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. “Do you remember my name?” She nipped at the spot on his neck, not quite the neck, not quite the shoulder, Jeremy bit down on his tongue to stop from exclaiming loudly and began his own assault on her neck.

“Yes.” He answered between kisses. “I do.”

He kissed again.

“Jessica,” he emphasized, kissing again and returning the favor with a tiny nip at the same sensitive spot at the base of her neck. He was rewarded with a throaty moan as his already raging hard-on strained against his pants.

“Fuck.”

He glanced down the street and realized they were only a few doors away from his place. He knew AJ wasn’t home so as he kissed her deeply, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and held her in place, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He carried her to his door, bumping her against it more forcefully than intended, but she didn’t protest, in fact, it seemed to spur her on even more. This woman was driving him crazy. He felt feral and was struggling to maintain his composure outside on the street. He wanted, no, needed her naked and underneath him so he could explore every inch of her and worship her for the magical goddess she clearly was. She was intoxicating. He fumbled with the keys, swearing as he missed the keyhole multiple times before the key finally slid into the lock and the door gave way.

“I hope you’re better with your own equipment than you are with that key,” she joked against his neck as he stepped inside.

“I guess you’ll find out.”

He slid his hand along the length of her left knee-high boot, underneath her calf-length skirt and tugged the zip open. When both her boots had dropped onto the floor his hand moved higher up her leg under her skirt. He kept her pinned against the wall just inside the front door, the moonlight and ambient light from the street shone through the window and onto her face as she leaned her head back as though inviting him to do with her as he willed. As he slid his hand up her thighs, he quickly realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Murmuring his approval, he held her in place whilst opening the zipper on his jeans.

“Well, if I’d known you weren’t wearing underwear, Jessica, I’d have taken you on that wall around the corner after all.” He kissed her again. “I have protection—” he mumbled between kisses, reaching into his back pocket.

“You don’t need it,” she answered, guiding his kisses to her neck. “I mean, you can if you want, but I have an implant, so I’m not really scared of getting pregnant.” She grabbed his head and stopped him kissing her for a moment, causing him to look at her. “But if you sleep around a lot and there’s a chance you might have… something,” she continued with a raised eyebrow. “Then I definitely want you to use it.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m clean, no STDs or STIs here. You?”

“Also, clean. Though you thought I was a hooker, so you should really use your best judgement.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he found his mark.

“Would you look at that,” she purred into his ear as he pushed her firmly against the wall. “I guess it doesn’t take you multiple attempts to get it in after all.”

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