by Jessa Kane
I fight my way through the dizzy spell induced by his words and realize what exactly he’s proposing. “Dinner in a red dress on Valentine’s Day? Ryan, that’s a date. A serious couple one.”
He’s already shaking his head. “It’s dinner with me, your best friend. You can do it.”
Fear clouds inside of me and I wring my hands between us. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m worried you want more than I can give. You’ll get the wrong idea.”
“We eat dinner together most nights, Jessie.”
“Yeah, but I’m in yoga pants and Million Dollar Listing is playing in the background.” I chew on my bottom lip. “And you usually don’t have plans to…”
“Fuck you so good you scream the roof off this place.”
My breath stutters out. I hesitate.
He throws me over one shoulder, the red dress over the other and marches to the back bedroom. When he lowers me to my feet, my heart sinks to my stomach, just like it did earlier when I changed the sheets. There’s an unopened bottle of champagne on the side table beside a beautifully ornate four poster bed. Dead rose petals litter the ground. Unlit candles sit unused on several surfaces. “This is like a guilt trip on steroids,” I mutter, grabbing the dress from his shoulder.
Ryan’s face transforms with concern. “Jesus, no. I never wanted you to feel guilty.” He cups the side of my face. “I’ve had the privilege of living with you. The gift of your time. Your presence and friendship. I’ve been a lucky man, whether we’ve been on dates or not.” His hungry gaze dips to my breasts. “But I can’t survive without fucking you anymore. I need to get my cock inside you, permanently, and I’m willing to play dirty to get it there. Put on the dress.”
A proper response eludes me.
I’m trembling where I stand, but I manage to step into the mini dress, pulling the slinky material up my legs, hips and torso while Ryan fondles his erection through his jeans. The bodice of the dress barely covers my breasts, leaving most of them plumped up and spilling out of the neckline. Cool air kisses my bottom cheeks, telling me if I bend over, my full backside will be on display. “This thing is more like a tube top than a dress.”
“You’re beautiful in it.”
I shimmy my shoulders a little and a groan escapes him. “I might be even more beautiful out of it,” I say coaxingly. “We could skip the date, go right to bed and find out.”
A shudder moves through his hearty frame. “Nice try.”
I’m suddenly aware of how much power I have. In my shock and confusion over finding out Ryan is in love with me, I’ve barely wielded it at all. I move closer to him, step by step, lifting my right hand slowly to toy with the button of his jeans. “Are there any neighbors close by to hear me scream your name?”
“Jessie,” he says harshly. “Stop.”
“When you force yourself through my virginity…” I push out my lower lip. “Do you think you’ll feel it tear?”
Ryan makes a ragged sound and lunges toward me, his mouth stamping down on mine, twisting my lips open and plunging his tongue deep inside. His hands climb the backs of my thighs and reach up beneath my dress, grasping my buttocks. I wail his name into his mouth over the punishing nature of his grip, but it thrills me. Makes me hot and wet between my legs. Holding onto his shoulders, I boost myself up his extra-large body and wind my legs around his hips—and the world blurs as I’m turned and rammed into the wall, Ryan thrusting up between my thighs like a snarling beast, his mouth releasing mine to grunt into the curve of my neck. “I ought to spank your sweet, little ass,” he growls. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this? Do you think my obsession with you is a game?”
My breath catches. “No. I’m starting to realize it isn’t.”
He lifts his head, eyes glittering as they land on mine. “Are you scared?”
“No,” I whisper, honestly. “I could never be scared of you. I’m only scared of what you want from me.”
“We have all the time in the world to fight that fear until it’s gone. I’m not going anywhere.” He grinds his erection against my core, as if powerless to stop, his groan long and agonized. Animalistic. “Almost, Jessie. You’re almost ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” I whimper. “I’m ready now.”
“I’m not talking about your pretty, wet pussy.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m talking about up here.”
With that, Ryan carries me from the room, his hands still molded to my bottom. He sets me down on the kitchen table and without breaking eye contact, he reaches into the to-go bag full of food and removes a container, ripping off the lid. I catch a whiff of glorious flavors like lemon, butter, cream and before I know it, he’s feeding me bites of chicken and pasta, wrapped around a plastic fork. There’s something so hot about Ryan feeding me. Like he’s in charge of my care and comfort and I have nothing to think about except being pampered.
“You liked when I fed you this morning. It turned you on.”
Caught off guard by his astuteness, I swallow a bite. “How could you tell?”
He doesn’t answer, but I get the odd feeling he’s harboring secrets behind those blue eyes. “Is your mother back in town, Jessie?”
I pull back instead of accepting the next bite, my pulse clamoring in my wrists. “Why would you think that?”
“She’s needed money from you in the past. I assume she’s come around begging for more and made you believe you’re responsible for providing it.”
Emotion wells up in my throat. Normally, I would make a joke and leave the room. I would run away from the understanding and sympathy in his expression. Telling him my secrets makes me weak. Makes me vulnerable. But I have nowhere to go. I have nowhere to run, and so a tiny bit of honesty ekes out. “I am responsible.”
Ryan sets down the fork, his hardened detective vibe actually making me kind of…comfortable. He’s not fawning over me or drowning me in pity, he’s all business and some of my fear of being exposed dissipates. “What makes you think so?”
“She…” My lack of experience being truthful makes me tongue tied. “She, you know…she put herself between me and my father. I owe her.”
“Jessie…” He tips up my chin. “I’m grateful she protected you. But that was her job as a mother. How long are you going to repay her for doing her duty? Until you’re so desperate you commit a felony?”
Heat presses behind my eyes. “I think I knew you’d stop me.”
“Good.” He kisses my forehead. “That’s called trust.”
Panic trips through my belly. “Maybe I just know you’re nosy.”
“It’s trust.” He stoops down until we’re eye level. “You’re worried about people knowing your faults because they might use them against you. I learned that the night I found you crying on your bedroom floor. But you know what? I think your weaknesses are actually what make you strong. Compassion. Loyalty. Bravery. You just have to know when to say enough. That’s it, princess.”
I swipe at my eyes. “I’m still mad at you for seeing me cry the first time.”
“But not this time, huh?” He kisses my tearstained cheeks. “You trust me now.”
“No,” I say stubbornly, but it’s obvious I’m lying.
“Yes, you do. You know I’m going to come through.” He pushes back my hair and speaks just above my ear. “And you’re going to be honest with me from now on. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because if you’d told me the truth, I would have told you there was nothing to worry about.” He runs his open mouth down the cord of my neck. “I own our apartment, Jessie. All the rent money you give me has been going into shoeboxes in my closet. It’s all yours.”
“What?” Rocked by disbelief, I shove at his shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He chuckles. “You never would have accepted a free place to live. It would have obligated you to me.” After a moment, he sobers. “You can do whatever you want with the money, but I want you to think about your
self for once.”
“It seems like you’ve been doing enough thinking about me for the both of us,” I murmur, my body still trembling from the news that I’m financially secure. That my best friend has been looking out for me this whole time, loving me from a distance. A part of me knows his actions are on the crazy side, but I’ve never felt safer or more loved in my entire life. And he’s right, I do trust him. More than that, I think…I’ve been ignoring my feelings for him.
There’s no ignoring them now.
I’m aching to get close as possible, skin to skin. Not only for the sake of pleasure, but because I want to be connected in the one way we haven’t been yet. I want to feel his breath on my neck, his voice in my ear, hear his heartbeat against mine.
I want to care for his needs the way he’s cared for mine.
“Ryan…” My breath comes faster. I’m nervous, but I want him to touch me so badly, I take the leap. “I want to be with you.”
Hope enlivens his face and he searches my eyes, scrutinizing, making sure. Whatever he finds has him whispering a prayer of thanks and hauling me off the table. Striding toward the bedroom…
CHAPTER SIX
Ryan
I’m a man who has been rescued from sea.
My lungs are at full capacity for the first time since I met Jessie.
Oh I wouldn’t change a moment of the last thirteen years for anything, but God, I’ve been half alive without her full trust—and she’s just given it to me. Freely. Against all odds, I’ve earned her confidence and now I’ll obsess her just as she’s obsessed me. Already her body senses the pleasure I can provide, can’t it?
On our way to the bedroom, her legs are wrapped around my hips and she’s working her little pussy all over the aching flesh in my jeans, her mewling noises ringing in my ears. I’m desperate to throw her down, shove my cock inside her as deep as she can take me and blow like a hurricane until I’m empty of this frustration, but I’ll have to live with the pain a while longer. I’ll live with it until she’s not only satisfied, but addicted to my fuck.
I’ve been with no other woman, but just like I’ve honed my body and resources to provide for and protect Jessie, I’ve learned how to please. I’ve watched videos and read enough material to teach a fucking semester on stimulating her female body into an orgasm and I can’t wait to use my knowledge on Jessie—only ever Jessie—for the rest of my life.
I lay her down in the center of the bed and strip off my shirt, triumphant in the way she looks at me, breathless and wide-eyed. I slap my pecs and stomach to show her how rock hard I’ve made them in her honor and she comes to her knees, undoing the fly of my jeans with shaking hands. “I want to see all of you. I want you to…to…”
“What, princess? I can do it all.”
“I guess I just like the dirty way you’ve been speaking to me. I like you…dirty. Like this.”
“Ah, Jessie.” I help her lower the zipper of my jeans. “You have no idea what a filthy motherfucker I’ve been.” She starts to stiffen, but I shake my head. “But only in my imagination and with my own hand. I’ve never laid a finger on another woman. I never will.” I take her hand and shove it inside my jeans, making a guttural sound when she wraps her fist around my dick. “My cock exists for you alone. To give and receive pleasure from just Jessie. You made it hard for the first time and it’s never had an orgasm where I wasn’t picturing you or some part of you. Your tits, your mouth, your hips, your hands. That’s Jessie’s cock.”
While I’ve been talking, her breaths have grown shallow, her pupils dilated. “I want it inside me. Please. Hold me down and put it inside me.”
“Oh no, princess.” I take the hem of her red dress and tug it up, leaving it gathered around her waist. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my tongue in that cunt since before I knew why I wanted it there. Lie down and get licked.”
I’ve never seen her move so fast. Apparently she wasn’t lying when she claimed to like me dirty. Thank God she feels that way, because I’ve got over a decade worth of filth that’s been dying to get out. Fantasies I want to enact with her, if she’ll let me. Bad ones.
Real bad.
Jessie on her back is the stuff of fantasies. Her knees are raised, so I can see where her thighs turn into that sick, little ass, only partially covered by panties. Her fingers twist in the sheets, her tits heaving nervously. Wanting to calm her nerves and leave only lust behind, I part her legs slowly and kiss my way down her smooth inner thighs. When her airy, feminine scent hits my nose, I fight the urge to pounce and lick her ripe, virgin pussy until she comes and comes and comes again, but I command myself to use patience.
Finally, I reach the barrier of her panties and hook a finger in the material to tug them to one side—and there’s her rosy slit of dewy flesh, waiting just for me.
“I’ve memorized every surface of the house where you’ve sat down. I know every spot this pussy has landed. Cherished goddamn landmarks are what they are.” I lower my head and place a soft kiss on her mound. “I’ve rubbed my dick all over every one of them.”
“Ryan,” she gasps, her fingers riffling through my hair and clinging, unleashing the fiercest kind of lust and euphoria inside of me. “D-did you really do that?”
“That’s only the tip of the iceberg, princess,” I say hoarsely, finally dipping my tongue between her folds and tasting heaven. Sugar sweet heaven. “I’ve been a very bad man, but I’m going to eat this little peach so well, you’re not going to care. You’ll just beg for more of the bad man’s tongue.”
“I’m begging for it now,” she says on a winded exhale.
Before she’s finished speaking, I’ve ripped off her panties and shoved my face up against the altar where I’ll worship from now on. Christ, she’s wet and quivering and bare, so fresh I want to take a bite. Devour her so I alone can declare ownership. Mine. My Jessie. Mine.
I’m muttering those words as I rub my nose and chin and lips into the virgin trench of her pussy, allowing my tongue to come out and play. The taste of her combined with her whimper of my name turns my cock to steel and I hump the edge of the bed feverishly, like a dog in heat, my panting mouth busy at work uncovering her clit and laving it reverently.
Her legs find their way over my shoulders and I yank her butt up off the bed, toward my face, my chin and cheeks covered in her delicious wetness. This is paradise. The Promised Land. Jessie is whining and tugging me toward her pussy and I never want to be anywhere else. God, she’s a thing of majesty, her hips undulating to meet my licks, her honey-coated flesh trembling more with every swipe of my tongue. Knowing I have to prepare her for my cock, I put her back down on the bed and work my middle finger into her clenching hole, finding her even tighter than expected, and the discovery makes me fuck the bed so hard it starts to ram into the wall.
“Goddamn!” I roar, my mouth frantic, tracing down to her puckered asshole and nibbling on it, like a sweet, little cookie. “Can’t even get my tongue into this thing,” I rasp, pushing the tip of my tongue uselessly against her back entrance. “You’ll escape a good, hard ass fucking for a while, princess. Gotta break in that cunt first, don’t we? But I’m going to tap it hard sooner or later. Tap your tight ass until you call me Daddy.”
Her pussy seizes up around my finger and I add a second one, looking up to find her back arched off the bed. Oh yeah, she likes me filthy all right. I close my lips around the bud of her clit and twist my fingers inside her until I discover that coarse spot inside of her, tickling and teasing it until she pops like a firecracker.
“Ryan!” Her hips thrash around beneath me and I pin them down with a forearm, finger fucking her with my opposite hand and lapping at her swollen clit. My God, she’s the most exquisite thing in this world—and she’s coming for me. Mine mine mine mine fucking mine. “Oh Jesus. Oh God. Oh God!” Jessie screams at the top of her lungs. “Ryan, please!”
I have a feeling she has no idea what she’s asking for, but I’m already mounting her—because I kn
ow exactly what she needs. What we both need. “Say Ryan and don’t stop saying it. I want to hear my name turn into a scream on your lips. I want to hear it break in your throat. I want you to chant it while I ride this sleek-ass body.”
“Ryan,” she moans. Then, when I fist my cock and plunge the head into her tight, drenched hole, she says it louder. “Ryan.” I yank down the top of her dress, wanting to watch her tits shake while I fuck her and finally, finally, I drive my hips forward, baring my teeth on a bellow so loud I drown out her scream of my name.
“FUCK,” I grind out, almost releasing on the spot. Tight, so tight. So perfect, she’s almost unimaginable. And God, her face glows, her beautiful neck arched. It’s the best moment of my life, being inside Jessie. “Are you okay, Jessie?” I drop down to kiss her mouth, cheeks, eyelids. “Does it hurt too bad, baby?”
“No. No, there’s pressure, but I like it.” Her thighs squeeze my hips, body writhing beneath me. “Oh wow. Wow. Y-you feel huge.”
My obsession with her swells like a hot-air balloon busting free of the ropes that have been keeping it tethered. Looking down between our bodies, I watch the wide trunk of my dick push apart her pussy folds with measured thrusts. She can only take about half of me and I don’t need any more than that. No, she’s utter perfection, her cunt making little sucking sounds every time I pump, her innocent gasps making my balls desperate to drain themselves. “You still want filthy, Jessie?”
“Yes,” she whines, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “I want it. I want it.”
“Good.” I drop my mouth to her ear and lick it slowly, top to bottom. “I did feel your virginity rip, princess. It made me come a little. Did you notice your pussy getting fuller?”
“A little,” she breathes, her flesh flexing around me.
“Good. Did you know I come a little in my pants every time you moan over a bite of food or bend over to tie your running shoes? I come in my pants when you wear that matching bra and panties set. The white one with the red bows. At the end of the day, my briefs are full of come stains and you put them there.”