by Turner, Skye
Her sexually dazed eyes meet mine as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She tosses it at me. It hits me in the face and I put the cups to my nose and inhale. She reaches out to grab her own breasts and pinches her nipples.
Holy shit. She’s going to kill me.
I lick my lips and I yank her boots off her feet and signal for her to lift her hips. She does and I slowly peel her leggings down. Her hips are rounded, but toned and I love the way they flare. She’s like a modern day Marilyn Monroe and she’s so damn sexy; I just want to lick her from head to toe.
I don’t realize I’m staring until she starts to squirm. “Stop.”
Stopping, she just looks at me. Waiting. Her breathing is hard and her hands are still playing with her nipples, which are perfect and pink. Leaning in, I capture one with my mouth between her fingers. She gasps and falls back on the couch. Replacing her fingers with mine, I start to trace circles around the areolas before pinching and licking them and sucking them into my mouth. She’s so turned on, I can smell her arousal. Lifting my head, I say, “Touch yourself, Blue. Play with your pussy while I suck on your breasts.”
She nods and runs her fingers through her glistening folds. I can tell when she touches her clit, because her back bows and she writhes and moans. She starts to rub faster and harder and she’s pushing into her own hand. I’m about to blow.
“Come on baby, make yourself cum. I want to watch you make yourself cum.” My words seem to fuel her and as I sit back on my heels and stroke myself, she props her foot up and really works her clit. Her scent is so heady, it smells divine. One hand works her clit while the other flicks and pinches her nipples. She starts moaning, “Oh… Ohhhh. Oh God…” She’s mewling and thrusting and it’s so hot. Finally, she screams, “FUCK!” as her body convulses.
I’m so ready for her. Grabbing her and laying her on her stomach over the arm of the couch, I position myself behind her and slide in. We both groan at the contact. Then I remember. “Shit.” Starting to pull out, she grabs my arms and holds me there, pushing back against me. “No!”
Clenching my teeth against the urge to grab her hips and slam into her over and over, I get out through clenched teeth, “Blue, I don’t have a condom on. There’s one in my jeans.”
She’s still sliding against my cock and I watch it disappear inside of her tight sheath before she pulls forward and I slide out again. I could watch her fuck me like this forever. But I’m about to blow.
“Shut up, Jessie. I don’t care. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’m on the pill. Don’t stop!”
“Blue…”
“Dammit, Jessie! FUCK ME NOW!”
As the lady wishes. I start slamming into her. The couch is moving across the floor and she’s making animal sounds. I’m not going to last. My balls are slapping her clit with my thrusts and every time they do, she groans and purrs. “Oh yes. Oh God. Like that. Just like that. God Jessie. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop. Ahhhhhhhhh.” As she screams with her orgasm, I feel her muscles clenching and it sends me over the edge. I roar as I cum, spurting deep within her body.
She slumps over and I fall on top of her. Both of us are dangling awkwardly over the edge of the couch.
Holy fucking hell. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. No condom… But she said she was on the pill. I’m never having sex with her using condoms again! Is the room spinning?
Blue
What the hell was that? Was there an earthquake? Because I’m pretty sure my world just moved. Oh my God. That man is an animal and I get that exclusively for now?
I feel Jessie’s weight on my back and try to roll out from underneath him. My breasts are being squished and it’s painful. He groans and lifts off so I can move out from under him. Then he flips over and lies on his back so he can watch me. He rakes his gaze over me from my head to my toes, and then goes back to my hips.
I decide to return the favor. He’s naked on my black leather couch with his hair a mess and his colorful tattoos and muscles all on display. Sheesh, even softening, he’s impressive. There’s moisture leaking out of the tip and it’s pooled on his thigh. Reaching over, I swipe it with my finger and stick it in my mouth. I’ve shocked him. His eyes go wide and he smiles. “Blue Delaney, you are a dirty, dirty woman.”
Sucking my finger and swallowing, I watch him and laugh. “I know.”
He groans and throws his arm over his face. “You’re going to kill me.”
Chuckling, I say. “Somehow I doubt that very much, Jessie Adams.” I notice where my couch is. It’s scooted almost three feet across the floor from where it normally sits. My eyes widen and I start giggling.
Jessie lifts his arm and asks, “What? Ok, laughing like that after mind blowing sex is not really a good thing, woman? What the hell are you laughing at?”
I can’t stop laughing. I’m having wild, unrestrained animal sex with Jessie, and I freaking love it! I point to the couch. “We moved the couch! A lot.”
He grins, “Yeah, we did. I think I should beat my chest or something.”
Laughing again, I say, “Go for it, caveman.” I feel moisture on my thighs. Looking down, I see cum leaking from inside of me. Jessie catches me looking and looks too. “Whoa. That’s fucking hot, woman.”
I smirk as I rub it into my thighs. He groans and sits up. I wink. “I’m going shower, caveman. Then it’s Vampire Diaries and food. You coming?”
He smiles and says, “Yeah.”
We both walk naked to the bathroom.
Chapter Fourteen
Jessie
Blue and I showered and talked. Once we were dry, and in comfy clothes, we headed to the kitchen and she grabbed a bunch of take-out menus, handing them to me. “What are you hungry for?”
“Doesn’t matter to me. I eat almost anything, though I could really go for some home-style Louisiana food.” I shrug and smile. “You pick.”
“There’s a great sushi place around the corner and they’re fast too.”
She sees the look on my face and laughs. “Do you not eat sushi, Jessie?”
I gag. “Hell no! That is a cardinal sin to eat fish raw. I like my fish fried or blackened. No self-respecting Louisiana man is going to eat girlie man raw fish. Fry that shit in some cornmeal and top it with some crawfish etouffee… now that’s good stuff!”
“Ok then, no sushi. Sorry, we don’t have Louisiana soul food here. But we have sushi, Chinese, tofu, and bean sprouts.” She’s smirking away.
“Chinese is good. I don’t do rabbit food either. I need food to maintain this physique.” I flex and pose. I have no idea why I’m acting like this, other than its fun cutting up with her. I lift my shirt to show her my ripped abs and “V”. She swallows. I think she likes it! I wink.
Shaking her head at me, she tries to hide her pink cheeks. “Ok, what do you want?”
“Blue… look at me. Why are you embarrassed? After all the things we’ve done to each other, why do you still get flustered?” I’m really perplexed at her behavior. She’s so sexy, but I would swear she wasn’t aware of her own appeal. She could have any man with a smile and a crook of her finger… not to mention that body… Dammit, Jessie. Focus, man!
“I don’t know. Just because. You’re so male. You just… affect me.” Shrugging, she tucks her hair behind her ears. “What do you want to eat? I’m hungry and it takes about forty-five minutes to get here.”
Grinning at her, I pull her into my chest. “Well, I am definitely a male. In fact, you’re waking up the male part of me right now with those words.” I kiss her on the mouth. “I’ll have mandarin chicken with fried rice and two shrimp egg rolls.” Putting her away from me, I take her hand and run it across my groin, before lacing our fingers. “And you affect me too. More than just right here.”
She just stands there with her mouth open, blinking at me. “Give me the phone. What do you want to eat?” She doesn’t move, so I take the phone and the menu and tweak her nose. “Woman! What do you want to eat?”
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Snapping out of it, she says, “Ugh… stop making me look like an idiot. Lemon chicken, steamed rice, a spring roll, and a cup of egg drop soup.”
“I didn’t make you look like an idiot. You did when you were standing there drooling over me. Though, I just say you have good taste.” Winking and leaving her sputtering in the kitchen, I walk into the living room to place our order.
After placing the food order, I turn around. Blue is standing in the doorway in 49ers lounge pants and a red tank top. She has no makeup on and her hair is all over the place. Her jade toenails peep at me from the hem of the pants. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I get a tingle in my chest and catch my breath. I am in fucking trouble with this woman.
Blue
Jessie is looking at me like he’s never seen me before. Instinctively, I run my hands over my hair and try to smooth it, and then pull the hem of my shirt down, from where it naturally stops about an inch above the waist of my pants.
Thankfully, my cell rings and breaks the awkward trance we seem to be under. I run across the room and scoop it up, without checking the Caller ID.
“Hello.” I sound breathless. I try again. “Hello, Blue Delaney.”
“Well, duh. Who else would answer your freaking phone when I call it?”
I chuckle. “Hey Bradi. What’s up?”
“You tell me! I hear that a certain bad boy rocker went after you and is still there. Did you two make up?”
“He did and we did, yes. What are you up to?”
“I’m glad. He was moping around like a puppy and did you know he and Liam beat the shit out of each other. Holy hell, wish I could have seen that!”
“I saw. How is Liam?”
Jessie’s head whips around and he clenches his jaw at that. What the hell? I shoot him an irate look and stick my tongue out at him. He stalks to the couch and throws himself on it.
“He’s good. Milking it. He has a black eye and his lip was split, but the women are fawning all over him. But anyways… Bachelor/Bachelorette party. Co-ed like I thought. New Orleans it is and I’m thinking we need to make it a four day extravaganza! We can do our thing and let the boys do their thing and do shit together too. What do you think?”
“New Orleans sounds great. When is this shindig supposed to happen?”
“Two weeks. Alec was able to get us a townhouse so we can all stay together. It’s got like six bedrooms and a separate guest house. Figure Jude and Lexi can take that. Oh, when are you getting your dress?”
Jessie is still frowning and has his teeth clenched with his head laid back. “I haven’t thought about it, but I can go look tomorrow, I guess. Hey, let me call you back. Food is at the door. Later, girl.”
“Ok. Later, chick.”
Disconnecting the call, I walk over to Jessie and just stand over him. “What’s wrong with you?”
He opens his eyes and I’m taken aback by the expression in them. He looks… hurt. “Why are you asking about Liam?”
My mouth opens and then closes. “What? Liam? We’re friends. Bradi said you messed his face up.”
He points at his own face. “I did, but he did this to my face too. Why are you concerned about his face, Blue?”
Realization comes over me and I smirk, straddling him on the couch. As I settle on his lap, I lean in to kiss him. “You. Are. Jealous.” I stop after each word to kiss him.
He frowns and pulls away. “I’m not jealous… of Pretty Boy. I’m so sure.”
“Yes, you are.” I run my hands over his chest and tangle my hands in his hair. “And it’s hot.”
“No.” He’s shaking his head in denial. “I am not.”
“Uh huh. True, Liam is probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen…”
“The fuck?” He’s trying to move me and stand up, but I cut him off and squeeze his hips with my thighs. Still smirking and feeling like a million bucks, I continue to run my hands through his hair.
“But… he’s too perfect for me. I like tattoos… and piercings… and lip rings…” I lick his lips. “But I think the fact that you’re jealous is so very, very hot, Jessie Adams.”
“He’s perfect? Perfect is boring. For the record, I’m not jealous.” He’s now massaging my ass.
“Sure you’re not.” Leaning in to whisper in his ear, I lick the seam and blow, before biting the lobe and pulling on his piercings. “You’re the only man in the band I want to jump on, Jessie.”
He flips our positions and before I know it, I’m on my back underneath him. His legs are on both sides of my hips and my shirt has risen up a bit. His hands cup my breasts through the fabric of my top. He tweaks my nipples and growls. “I’m the only man who touches you, Blue.”
I groan as I thrust myself into his hands and rub his erection through the fabric of his grey lounge pants. He leans in and kisses me. His tongue sweeps along my lips, seeking an entry. He pinches my nipple and I gasp. He swoops inside and we make out like teenagers.
Somehow, he’s now lying with me on the couch. We’re both sideways and our legs and arms are tangled as our mouths glide together and our tongues collide.
The doorbell breaks into our make-out session. We break apart and take each other in. Our eyes are glazed and our breathing is ragged, and even though all we did was kiss and pet, I feel like something significant just happened.
He scoots to the edge of the couch and says to grab some wine while he gets the food. And he presses another kiss to my head before whistling on his way to the door.
In minutes he’s back and we dig in as I start The Vampire Diaries. We get through the first episode without him making too many rude comments and only snickering a few times. I go to start the second one and he takes all of the food in the kitchen and brings more wine. We settle into the couch and he pulls me tight against him before I start the show.
Halfway through, he says, “Wait a minute. So this dude is a vampire? A really old vampire and he’s in love with that hot blonde vampire, but she’s in love with that werewolf? And why does that other guy always smirk like that? He’s so sarcastic.”
I pause it and reply, “Yes, he’s in love with her, and she is in love with the other guy, but she has feelings for him too, and they will end up together.” Then cutting him a look and scooting away from him so I can poke him in the chest, I say, “And I know you are not making fun of Ian Somerhalder?! That man is gorgeous and smoldering and makes women’s panties wet all over the world.” That gets an eyebrow raise.
“He makes your panties wet? I think I should investigate. He seems like an ass.” He reaches for me, but laughing I evade him.
“Apparently I have a thing for asses. He very much reminds me of someone else I know who smirks and is a total smartass. And who also makes my panties very wet.” His breathing is a little erratic and my own is right along there with him.
“I think someone was supposed to model some panties for me. Stand up.”
“Huh? You want me to stand up? Right now?” He nods yes and points to the floor.
“Stand up, Blue.” I do. “Back up a little… now, push your pants slowly off of your hips.”
I feel the moisture flood my core at his words. Who knew being bossed around was so arousing. Once my waistband reaches my hips, I pause and wait for his instructions.
“Push them down and let them pool at your feet.” I do. He gasps as his gaze rakes my body, stopping at my jade lace hip huggers. “Step out of them… now, turn around.”
Turning around, I present him with my backside. He reaches out and cups my cheeks, pushing them together and pulling them apart. Pulling me backwards, he stops me when I’m between his legs, with the back of my knees pressed against the couch. My breathing is so erratic. I feel his breath through the lace near my hips. The bottoms of my cheeks hang out of the panties. He traces the area with his fingers. Feather light. Then, he kisses both cheeks.
I look at him over my shoulder and he’s memorizing my curves.
He looks up and sees me watching
him and groans. Turning me around, he pulls me onto the couch and lays me back with my back propped against the arm. Scooting all the way down, he pushes my legs open and gazes at the wet spot on the jade lace. He reaches out and rubs it, coating his fingers. I moan at the contact. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.” I comply. He pulls the wet lace to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to the air and his gaze. He leans in and runs his finger through the slick folds while holding the fabric to the side with the other hand. Back and forth. From my anus to my nub, he rubs, spreading moisture, but never touching where I need him to.
“Ugh… Jessie, you’re torturing me.” I moan through tight lips.
“What do you want me to do to you, Blue?” still slowly sliding his finger close to where I need it, but never close enough.
“Touch me. Touch my clit. Put your fingers inside of me. God, I don’t care, but please stop teasing me.” My hips are rising of their own accord trying to move his hand to where I want it.
“Put my fingers where?” He touches my slick channel, barely dipping in. I moan and try to make him go deeper by moving my hips. Then he pulls out completely and rubs the rim of my asshole, spreading my moisture around. Biting my lip, I push back against his hand. “Do you like anal play, Blue?” He gently pushes the tip in. I moan and press against him. He groans. “Good God, you do. Thank you to whoever decided to make me wake up.”
I moan out, “Yes, I like it, now less talking, more fucking. Put your fingers inside of me. Now! I can’t take it, Jessie.”
A smile spreads across his face, even with the bruises and cuts, he’s gorgeous. “Yes, ma’am.” He leans down more and licks me once. I buck off the couch. I’m so wet; the couch is slick underneath me. Grabbing his head and tangling my fingers in his hair, I hold his head hostage. He chuckles.
Wrapping my legs around his head to make sure he can’t move, he starts to lap at me. Licking followed by sucking and the entire time, he’s gently circling the rim of my back door. My excited moans seem to fan his desire and he starts flicking my clit roughly with his tongue as his finger slides into my ass. I buck off of the couch, screaming with my orgasm. “JESSIE!” Mumbling incoherently, “Dear God… You’re amazing… Never stop… Never in my life…”