Page 35 of Hung Up
Turning on the shower, I let the water warm, waiting for the bathroom to get steamy as I undress and put a shower cap on my head before stepping in. A quick scrub and a simple shave of my legs—below the knees only, of course—is all it takes before I climb out and wrap a plush towel around myself. I’m just about to wash my face when there’s a knock at my door. My brows furrow as I tap my phone screen, not seeing any texts from Rylie. There’s another knock that causes me to groan. I step out of the bathroom and head to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole as I pull the door open.
I barely register that it’s Jesse standing in the hall before he’s grabbing my face between his hands and kissing me, walking us backward into my room. He kicks the door shut behind him, not breaking the kiss as his hands move to fist my hair, and the feeling causes a soft moan to escape my lips.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes as he kisses down my neck. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your body, the way you react with my tongue on your pussy, the way you sound as you come undone.” I’m panting as he pulls back to look me in the eye. “I’ve been dreaming of how you’d feel wrapped around my cock. I’m tired of dreaming, Sweetheart. I’m ready to find out.”
His gaze trails down, and it seems to finally register that I’m only in my towel. He closes his eyes momentarily, his jaw tickingbefore he opens them, hooks a finger between my breasts and pulls, the towel falling around my feet. He trails the back of his hand along the side of my breast, letting it drift down my side to my hip. Digging his hand in, a choked sound slips past his lips before he looks up at me, a new fire and desperation in his irises.
“I want nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you senseless,” he tells me, his hand coming up to grip my throat gently. My eyes flutter closed as heat pools between my legs. “But first, I want to see if it’s as good as I remember. On your knees, Sweetheart.”
I’m moaning again as he releases his grip, and I drop to my knees. Staring up at him, I unhook the button on his jeans and slide them down his legs, helping him step out of them before I do the same with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and eager. I don’t break eye contact as I grip his thighs, slowly trailing my tongue along the bottom of his dick from base to tip. His eyes roll as his head falls backward, a ragged breath reaching my ears. I don’t give him any warning or go slow; instead, I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and the guttural moan that escapes him only makes me eager for more.
I begin moving along his length, keeping one hand on his thigh and using my other to grip him, moving in tandem with my mouth. His hands find their way into my hair, moving it out of my face as he grips it tightly before using it to his advantage. He starts to guide my head, pulling me back and sliding me forward, sometimes holding me for a few seconds with my nose pressed against his abdomen. I feel his thigh clench underneath my hand when I swirl my tongue along his tip, and he pulls me away completely before I can do it again. With one hand still gripping my hair, the other comes to grip the bottom of my chin as he pulls me back up to my feet.
“That mouth could make a man do awful things,” he says, his face dipped so close to mine that our lips brush as he speaks.“Tell me, Sweetheart, are you wet for me?” The hand that was cupping my chin slips down and between my legs, and as his fingers glide through my folds, I can’t help but bite my lip to suppress my moan. “You are. So wet and ready for me. Get on the bed on all fours.”
My body moves on its own accord, listening and doing as it’s told before I can even think about what I’m doing. I’ve never been told what to do in the bedroom before, have never had anyone talk dirty like Jesse is, and I think I might like it. I’m on my hands and knees, exposing my pussy to him as I glance back over my shoulder. He runs a hand through his hair as he stares at me, bare and waiting. Closing the space between us, he slaps my ass, causing a startled gasp to slip past my lips before it’s replaced with a moan as he slips two fingers easily into me.
“Jesus, baby,” he groans, moving them in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. “You’re so tight. I might not last that long in this perfect cunt of yours.”
“Please,” I plead, my forehead falling to the mattress as I drop to my forearms, sticking my ass into the air.
He chuckles, massaging my ass cheek with one hand as he continues to tease me with the other. “Please what, Sweetheart? I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you ask me nicely.”
Part of me recoils at the words, the stubborn part of me wanting him to work for me. But when he hooks his fingers and hits that spot inside me that has my toes curling, I cave instantly. “Please fuck me, Jesse. Please.”
“How do you want it, baby?” he asks softly, slowing his movements and causing a frown to form. “Nice and slow or,” his free hand suddenly reaches up and fists the hair at the nape of my neck as he pulls, bringing me up off my forearms, “do you want it hard, fast, and rough?”
Jesus, take the wheel.“Hard, Pretty Boy. I want it rough and hard.”
“You got it, Sweetheart.”
Before I can prepare myself, the head of his cock works its way into me, and we both moan in unison at the feeling. He doesn’t wait for me to relax before he’s sliding further into me, and a choked sound works its way up my throat when he’s fully seated. Jesse dips his head so his lips are near my ear, nipping my earlobe.
“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, slowly easing his hips back before he slams into me, the bed sliding with the movement. “I think this pussy was made for me.”
No words come out as he starts to pick up his rhythm, moving hard and fast just like he promised. I’m a moaning, gasping mess as he repeatedly hits my G-spot, my eyes falling closed and rolling into the back of my head at the bliss he’s eliciting from me. The hand that’s in my hair slips around to grip my throat, lifting me so I’m only on my knees, my back now pressed to Jesse’s front. He’s kissing my neck, biting my ear, telling me what a good girl I am and how good I take him. It’s all too much, and I feel my climax approaching faster than I had thought possible.
“Fuck, Jesse, I’m going to come,” I breathe harshly, one of my hands gripping his thigh and the other raising above my head to cup the back of his, fisting his hair in my hand as he continues to slam into me. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” The hand he had resting on my hip slips around my waist and dips between my legs, and when his fingers find my clit, a gasp rips out of my throat. “Come for me, Sweetheart. I want to feel you pulsing around my cock. Now, baby.”
My climax hits me hard and fast. My legs shake and my back arches, my head tipping back to rest on Jesse’s shoulder. He doesn’t stop slamming into me, nor does he stop rubbing my clit, and I’m surprised as I start chanting his name in almost a scream, the feeling too much to handle. A few seconds later,he grunts into my ear, the hand that was between my legs disappearing as he slips out of me, and a moment later I feel his come landing on the small of my back.
“You did so good, Sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
As he slips off the bed, I fall onto my stomach, sprawling out on the mattress as I try to catch my breath. Jesse returns a moment later, and I feel the bed dip before a damp washcloth is gently running between my legs before wiping up my backside. I smile into the comforter, refusing to let him see how this sweet act is making me feel. When he’s done, he brushes the hair away from my face and kisses my forehead.
I flip over as he stands at the foot of the bed, putting his boxers and jeans back on, his eyes never leaving mine as he gets redressed. Once he’s done, we just stare at each other—neither of us wanting to break the comfortable silence, the moment of post-orgasm bliss we’re both riding. Eventually, he comes to the side of the bed, leans over, cups my face, and kisses me soft and slow. When he pulls back, he gives me a wink before he heads toward the door.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” he says, his hand on the handle. “I’ll see you in Little Rock.”
13JESSE
NORTH LITTLE ROCK
are you coming or not?
“Is that a joke?”Stetson asks as he glances over my shoulder to see in the mirror.
