Page 58 of Ruled Out

Words fail me as I nod. His confidence to get me off is, without a doubt, the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Jessie eats my pussy like an ice cream that’s melting. The wetter I get, the more he laps at me, his tongue moving up and down my entrance. Sometimes, he sucks me into his mouth, massaging me with his tongue; other times, he enters me with it, fucking me slowly.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as his fingers join his tongue, toying with my clit.

Jessie growls into me, anticipating that I’m close as I squeeze around his tongue. The vibrations add an extra layer of intensity, which fires off sparks as they dance beneath my skin.

“I—I’m right there. I can feel it. Jessie, I can feel it.”

“Come for me, Mia,” he growls against me. “Let me be your first and only.”

I fall over the edge, my entire body feeling like it’s shutting down, but never more alive at the same time.

I thought I’d cry out when it happened, but I don’t. I shake and shudder and whimper with desperate need as Jessie kisses my clit, sucking it into his mouth to prolong my high.

God, he’s so damn good at this.

He drops my leg down and comes to a stand, hovering over me, his arms braced on either side of my body. “Kiss me; taste how beautiful you are.”

I’m hesitant, but I trust him. There’s never been anyone I’ve wanted to give myself to more. I lean forward, and his tongue enters my mouth, teasing me with it.

“Now it’s time for you to hold up your end of the bargain,” he finally says, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

“Ugh.” I blow out a mock laugh. “Such a drag to sleep in your bed tonight.”

Jessie smiles at me sweetly, his eyes somehow even darker than before. “You’re so damn cute—you know that?” He runs a hand across the scruff of his jaw. “Thinking my bed is for sleeping.”

My core tightens again. “What else would it be for?” I ask innocently.

I climb off the bed and pull back the sheets, my eyes tracking Jessie as he rounds the bed and comes to stand next to me, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger.

“Well, first, I vote that we eat because I don’t want my girl to go hungry.”

“And then?”

He leans down and kisses me, my taste still on his lips. “And then I’ll eat some more.”

I whimper with need and drop my eyes to his sweatpants, a wet patch clear against the light-gray material.

He follows my stare and shrugs his shoulders with a casual laugh. “Yeah, I blew straight into my pants at the same time you came. Turns out, feeling the girl of my dreams unravel into my mouth was even better than I’d imagined. Hence why I’m desperate for the next round.”

I smirk, feeling like, somehow, we’re now on a level sexual playing field. “Just like you nearly did at the drive-in theater.”

His fingers move from my hair to underneath my chin as he tips my face up to look at him. “Absolutely, Sweetheart. But just know, the next time it happens, I’ll be inside you, doing exactly what we should’ve been doing for all these fucking years.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

JESSIE

“Whatcha making?” Mia asks, padding through to the kitchen.

She took a shower and announced that my bathroom could swallow her entire dorm in one. It’s nothing compared to Jensen and Kate’s new place, but it’s still a lot more than most people have.

“Grilled cheese, but it’s technically not cheat day for me, so I threw in a tossed salad.”

She snorts a laugh and makes an appreciative noise at how good it smells. “Can you cook?”

It occurs to me that in the nine months we were seeing each other, I never got a chance to cook for her since we never went back to my place; the only time we ate together was if we snuck out to a restaurant or grabbed something in a drive-through.

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