Page 29 of Hung Up
He removes his right hand from mine, his left gripping both my wrists so I still can’t touch him. Jesse watches me as he slowly trails his fingertips down the side of my face, then my neck, ghosting over my collarbones and drifting down my side. His touch leaves heat in its wake, my skin igniting in a delicious and eager way. He hasn’t even touched me where I need him most, and yet I feel like I could combust from this alone.
“Jesse,” I breathe as he cups my breast and dips his face closer to mine, our noses touching. “I need you.”
“I know, Sweetheart,” he murmurs before planting a kiss on the hollow of my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
He pushes my top up over my breasts, his gaze drifting down to stare at them. He releases my hands and sits back, licking his lips before he bends down and takes my right nipple in his mouth. I gasp in surprise at the feeling, and as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, a moan tumbles out of me. My palms land on his shoulders, rubbing down his arms as he bites down gently. He moves to my other breast, his palm cupping the one he has abandoned. I’m gasping, unable to lie still as I arch into him, seeking some kind of friction. But to my disdain, he pulls away, his mouth separating from me with a soft pop.
Jesse places soft kisses to my stomach, working his way down me like I had to him. His lips find my hipbone, a gentle peck followed by a swift nip that has me yelping in surprise. Hechuckles before hooking his fingers into my shorts and slowly slides them down my legs, groaning when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.
“Tell me what you need,” he says, a raspy quality to his voice as he settles himself between my legs. “What do you need, Sweetheart?”
“I need you to stop wasting time,” I respond, which only draws a chuckle from him.
I stare down at him to see him shake his head. “You have two options. You can have my fingers,” he whispers as he slowly moves his pointer finger down the length of me, “or, you can have my tongue.” His tongue follows the same path his finger did, and I moan as I arch off the bed at the feeling.
“Both,” I tell him, leaving no room for debate. “I need both.”
“Both wasn’t an option, Sweetheart.”
Sitting up so I’m resting on my elbows, I stare down at him, giving him the sweetest smile I can muster. “I don’t care. Now be a good boy and give me both.”
His eyes roll as a strained sound escapes his throat before his mouth falls on me without warning. I gasp as his tongue swirls along my clit and I fall back onto the mattress, my hips wiggling against his mouth. His left hand comes up and pins my hips, stopping me from moving as he trails his tongue down my core and teases my opening. I slip a hand into his hair, my other gripping the sheets at my side.
I hoped he was going to be good at this, but I didn’t expect him to be quite so skilled.
His tongue moves in the perfect motion, twisting and gliding in all the right spots before he nips and sucks on my clit. My breath hitches as curses and praises slip past my lips, spurring him on. But I’m a moaning mess once he slips his middle finger inside me.
“Fuck, Jesse,” I pant, my body fighting to move against the grip he has on me. “Fuck, yes.”
He curls his finger and hits the spot inside me that has me seeing stars as he sucks forcefully on my bud. I feel my body winding tight, feel the pressure beginning to build as my climax starts to reach its peak.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, my hand tightening in his hair. He lets go of his grip on my hip so I can move against him, and both my hands weave through his brown locks as I begin to circle my hips along his tongue, seeking release. Just as I think it can’t get any better, that I’m going to walk along the edge of the cliff but never topple over, he slips a second finger inside me.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant, my head tipping back as my orgasm rushes through me. I’m tugging him impossibly closer as he continues to suck and lick, my walls pulsing against his fingers as he continues to curl and pump them inside me. As my body goes limp, my orgasm ebbing away, he slowly slips his fingers out of me and gazes up at me with satisfaction, rubbing a hand along his beard.
“How was that?” he asks, and the question catches me so off guard that I laugh.
“You really need my approval?” I ponder, and he simply nods. “You’re the first one to get me off just by going down.” The cocky smile I’ve grown to know really well lights up his face. I chuckle and sit up, pushing him away from me. “Don’t start, Pretty Boy. I’m going to go clean up.”
I grab my shorts off the floor and make my way to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Walking over to the toilet, I flip up the lid and sit down, scanning the small space as I pee. There’s a hairbrush and two bottles of hair product on the sink next to his toothpaste and toothbrush.Electric, fancy.There’s also a small bottle of cologne, but there’s no label for me to see what it is.
Flushing, I slip my shorts back on and stop at the sink, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering up my hands. Once the soap is rinsed, I look up and stare at my reflection. My curls are a frizzy mess from rubbing against the sheets, my cheeks are flush, and my chin is a brighter shade of red from his beard. But my eyes look light, brighter than I have seen them reflected at me before. Before I stand around and allow myself to dig into the possible meaning behind that, I step back into the room but stop in my tracks.
Jesse is lying flat on his back, one head behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. He put his boxers back on but not his sweatpants, and he didn’t bother to climb under the sheets. His eyes are closed, and just when I think he might still be awake, he begins snoring softly. I bite my lip and chuckle softly before I grab my robe and slip back into it, putting my feet into my slippers. Walking over to the door, I cast one last look at him before I flip off the light and begin the short journey back to my room.
11JESSE
MILWAUKEE
I guess it’s our little secret
It’s beenfive days since I woke up alone in my hotel room. Five days spent thinking of her. Her smell, her taste, the way her moans sounded, or how good it felt to have her mouth wrapped around my?—
“Stop it,” I whisper to myself, shaking my head. “Clear head today, Jesse. Clear head.”
“Talking to yourself now?” Kai asks as he appears next to me, causing me to startle slightly. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
I shake my head but turn to him nonetheless. “What day is that, Casey?”
