Page 10 of Light My Fire Three Times
I fall.
I tumble headfirst into the endless abyss of never-ending pleasure, losing myself at the tip of Jesse’s tongue. It’s white hot, burning, and sizzling through me. IknowI’m losing my mind as I buck and writhe under the sheer pressure of it.
I never want these waves of pleasure to end…
Jesse doesn’t give me long to stew in the post orgasmic bliss. He’s on his feet in seconds, kissing me with all the passion I’m feeling as well. He wants me just as badly as I need him.
“I need to fuck you now,” he gasps as he angles himself inside of me. “I need you so badly it hurts.”
I spread my legs, angle my ass off the bed further, and let him do whatever he needs to me because Iknowthat it will feel phenomenal.
Every thrust is more intense than the last one, especially since he’s grazing over my clit with every single one. The parts of my body that he already has in flames are even more fiery now.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep myself in check. I barely have enough control over myself to keep holding on to the edge of this bed, never mind anything else.
Staring into Jesse’s piercing blue eyes while the pleasure grips him as well, only makes everything better. The next time I tumble over the edge into pleasure, Jesse does so with me.
We come together, hard and fast, screaming and losing ourselves in a hot, sticky mess. It’s burning, it’s beautiful, it’s glorious…
But as the heat subsides, an iciness overcomes me.
Without lust overcoming my brain, all I can think about is Ivy. This is herbrother. She will kill me.
Fuck.
“Livvy?”
I jump up off the bed and grab my clothing as shame washes over me.
“We don’t need to talk about this, Jesse,” I say quickly, but my words crack a little.
Damn it.
He turns around slowly, his eyes dark, still holding that same intensity, but there’s a trace of something more in them now. Something I can’t quite place. But I’m not looking for an explanation. I’m looking for a way out.
“Livvy, come on, we can’t just ignore it,” he says, his tone firm but still calm, like he’s trying to be patient with me.
I pull my shirt over my head, avoiding his eyes as I move toward the bathroom. But he’s right there, blocking my way, and I freeze. I can feel my heartbeat hammering in my chest.
“It shouldn’t have happened,” I mutter, barely audible, my hands trembling slightly as I try to fix my hair. “I don’t do things like that. I’m not that kind of person.”
He steps a little closer, not touching me but still in that space where I can feel his presence. I can’t breathe without feeling him.
“You’re not a bad person, Livvy. I’m not saying that. But sometimes things happen. And I’m not sorry about it.”
He’s trying to make it sound casual, but I can tell he’s not okay with what we’re both pretending to be okay with.
I turn to face him, finally meeting his gaze, my breath catching in my throat. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
“Jesse… we can’t… this can’t happen again,” I say, a little more forcefully this time, the truth hitting me with a sharp clarity. “We’re friends. You’re Ivy’s brother. This was… a mistake.”
He nods slowly, processing what I’m saying. But when he opens his mouth, it’s not what I expect. “I’m not sorry it happened. I think we should agree on one thing.”
I swallow hard. “What?”
“We don’t talk about it,” he says steadily, but there’s something in it that makes me think his own words do not entirely convince him. “We don’t let it mess anything up.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I mean, it makes sense, sort of. But this? This is the kind of thing that isn’t supposed to be swept under the rug.
