Page 41 of Hung Up
“I’m so sorry,” I respond as I reach for his hand and pull him into the room. “Let me make it up to you.”
The second that the door closes behind him, he cups my face between his hands and kisses me. The eager way his tongue runs along my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth makes it seem like our moment the night prior was ages ago. He seems desperate as he walks me backward toward the bed, overcome with need as he strips me out of my clothes, out of his mind to get a piece of me.
When the back of my knees hit the bed, he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he catches his breath. Jesse is staring at me so intently that I feel the urge to look away, an unexpected nervousness making my stomach turn. Why the hell am I nervous? We’ve done this before.
“I only have fifteen minutes before I have to head to the arena,” he informs me, and I feel myself deflate. Sensing the shift, he cups my chin with one hand and my cheek with the other, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I didn’t come here for me, not really.” I arch a brow. “I came here for a taste.”
Walking around me, he climbs onto the bed and lays down flat on his back, scooting up so his head rests on one of the pillows. He’s still fully dressed in his jeans and black tee whileI stand there staring at him in nothing but my lace panties. I approach the side of the bed and look down at him, not missing the way he stares at my breasts for a brief moment.
“Take a seat, Sweetheart.”
“Your pants are on.”
When he gestures to his face, I swear my heart stops. “Right here, baby. I want you to ride my face.”
“I don’t know.”
“I wasn’t asking.” His voice is stern, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “Take your panties off and come here.”
I slowly slide my underwear down my legs and climb onto the bed so I’m straddling his waist. Looking less than pleased, Jesse hooks his arms under my thighs and hoists me up so my knees are on either side of his head. I hover above him, looking down with wide eyes. I’ve never had a man go down on me before, so I’ve certainly never ridden a man's face. Until Jesse, I thought men who enjoyed this kind of thing were non-existent—and I certainly wasn’t used to someone not expecting anything in return.
“Now, sit.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you,” I mumble. I know without a doubt that my cheeks are a bright red.
He chuckles. “Sweetheart, if this is how I die, I’ll consider myself the luckiest man in the world. I only have ten minutes now, Faith. Didn’t you know it’s not polite to make someone wait for their meal?”
I hesitate for a moment, still not one hundred percent sure about this when he lifts his head and runs his tongue along my cunt, causing a surprised gasp that turns into a moan to escape me. He gives me a devilish smile as he rests his head back on the pillow.
“Hands on the headboard, baby. Use me.”
I stop thinking and start doing, lowering myself onto his face. His tongue instantly starts running between my folds, teasing my opening before rubbing circles along my clit. My hands grip the headboard tightly as my hips start to move, seeking more. His beard is scratching me, but I don’t care—I might just die if he stops now.
His hands wrap around and grip my thighs when I try to lift myself a little, keeping me in place. The sound of his tongue on my wet pussy starts to fill the room causing a series of moans and expletives to leave my mouth, the feeling better than when he had gone down on me the first time which I didn’t think was humanly possible.
Fuck, if this is how I die, I’ll consider myself lucky, too.
He applies more pressure to my clit with his tongue and one hand leaves the headboard to grip his hair. “Shit, just like that,” I tell him with a groan, tilting his head upward slightly as I swirl my hips against his face. “God, that feels so good. I’m so close.”
“This view is one I’m never going to get sick of,” he states before he runs his tongue along me once more. “You’re so sexy riding my face, baby. And you taste so fucking good.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hand tightening in his hair as I throw my head back.
His tongue starts to slip inside me and when he moans against my pussy I swear I see stars. One of his hands leaves my hip and slides up my front, cupping my breast before he tweaks my nipple between his fingers. I’m an uncontrollable mess as he picks up the pace with his tongue, the feel of him between my legs and on my chest too much to bear. Before I can warn him, my orgasm rips through me and his name leaves my lips like a prayer. He doesn’t let up, his tongue rapidly licking up my arousal as he works me through it. When I’m too sensitive to take anymore, I go to lift myself off him, and thankfully, he doesn’t stop me.
Rolling to the side, I fall onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as one hand rests on my stomach. I’m breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath, when he turns onto his side and rests his head in one of his hands as he stares down at me. I cover my face with my other arm out of embarrassment, a laugh slipping out of me before I can stop it.
He pulls my arm away from my face and I find myself relaxing beneath his gaze. Pushing a piece of hair out of my face he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful. Especially when you’re coming undone for me.”
“You mean only when I’m coming undone for you.”
Jesse smiles before flicking my nose. “Don’t start with that. I don’t have time to tell you all the ways you’re beautiful to me.”Okay, dangerous territory.“I’ll see you at the arena?”
“Of course.” He slides off the bed, adjusting the hard-on in his jeans as he practically waddles toward the door. “Might want to wash your beard before you leave.”
He looks back at me like he’s going to say some smartass remark, but my narrowed eyes must have him thinking better of it. Slipping into the bathroom, I hear the water running for a few seconds, and not long later, he comes back out.
“See you later, Sweetheart.”
