Falling Down

by Anne Mercier

  I lift my hand and press it to his chest, just over his heart.

  "Take me to your bed."

  With that, he bends down, leans over, and whips me over his shoulder in a fireman carry. I squeal and I can't help the bubbling laugh that escapes.

  He smacks my ass as he carries me up the stairs and I reach down and smack his in return.

  "I'm not much for spanking unless I'm giving them out."

  "Awww," I coo and slide my hands into the back pockets of his pants, cupping his ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.

  He starts taking the stairs two at a time.

  "Hang on, baby, you're in for a bumpy ride."

  Chapter Nine

  Lucy

  "Did you just use a key pad to unlock your bedroom?"

  "Yep."

  "Why on earth…?" I ask as I'm hanging upside down, considering biting his tight ass.

  He gently sets me to my feet, holding me up while I get reoriented.

  "We used to throw tons of parties--"

  "Not anymore?" I interrupt.

  Jesse walks over and relocks the door and I fight the urge to press a hand to my belly to calm down those freaking butterflies mosh pitting in there.

  "Sometimes. Not nearly as much as we used to."

  "Let me guess. Women like to go into your room and snoop, take things, or lay there naked waiting for you."

  Jesse grins. "Lucy, I really love the way you think."

  "Are you trying to tell me I'm wrong?"

  "Nope."

  "Good, because if you did I'd call you a liar."

  His grin fades fast. He walks closer to me and runs the pad of his index finger down my cheek. "There's one thing you'll learn about me, Cupcake. I don't lie."

  "Oh come on, Jesse. Everyone lies."

  "Not about stuff like that. Not about the important stuff."

  "Who decides what's important?"

  "Well, right now that'd be me and I'm deciding that it's really important for you to press that body up against mine so I can get you naked."

  I walk up to him and do just that--press myself against him. He's close to a foot taller than me, even with my three-inch heels, so I'm not able to wrap my arms around his neck as I'd like to. I rest my hands on his chest and I just can't believe this is real.

  I'm standing here with Jesse Kingston--the six feet three inch rocker, school girl crush, and one sexy motherfucker. I do a mental head shake.

  His finger rests gently under my chin and raises my face so I'm looking at him. He looks so serious. I suppose this is serious.

  "I like when you look at me, Lucy. I want you to watch me while I make you mine," he leans down and kisses my lips. My eyes drift closed when his tongue slips in and tangles with mine. He tastes so good. He smells fantastic with his signature Jesse scent of ocean, sandalwood, and yum.

  His hands drift to my back, sliding up and down, down, down until he cups my ass and pulls me closer to him. I let out a soft moan and he breaks the kiss.

  "The noises you make are so fucking hot."

  I blush. I can't help it.

  "I don't want you to help it. I want you to keep doing it."

  Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

  His hands slide up my back and his lips lick, kiss, and nip at my neck and jaw. I can't keep my eyes open but I don't think he minds right now. He can't see me anyway.

  What if he finds my body lacking when he gets me naked? I mean, I'm not really big-chested like a lot of the fake groupie whores he's been with, I'm sure. I'm a very modest C-cup--meaning I could get away with a B cup if I had to, depending on the fit.

  "I don't think I'm doing this right if you're still thinking," he murmurs against my neck.

  "I'm sorry."

  "Uh-uh. No need for sorries no matter what, alright?" he asks meeting my gaze. I nod and he nods back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

  I try to look away but he won't let me.

  "No hiding. You've got no reason to hide here, Lucy. It's just me and you."

  I blow out a breath. "That's just it."

  "What?"

  "It's you."

  "What do you mean?"

  I step back and walk over to the table next to the bed and kick my shoes off. I throw my arms up. "It's you!"

  "Yeah, and?"

  "Jesse, come on."

  "I'm just a guy, Lucy."

  "No, you're not. You were my schoolgirl crush--a fantasy. Now here you are standing in front of me, ready to get naked with me. On top of that you're this mega rockstar who has had so many women that you probably lost count years ago. You're a rockstar who probably knows more about pleasuring a woman than--than the women themselves."

  He folds his arms over his chest and watches me pace, his face void of any expression.

  "Go on," he encourages.

  "Ugh, you want me to spell it out?"

  "Please do because I thought we'd been over this already."

  "We have been. But…" I break off as I stop, head down. I'm just going to blurt this out, get it out there. I hate making myself vulnerable but maybe he can fix that if I tell him what I feel.

  "But…"

  I look up and meet his gaze. "I feel inadequate, Jesse."

  His eyebrows raise and his surprise couldn't be more evident. "What? Are you kidding me right now?"

  I shake my head and bite my lip.

  He steps forward and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I love when he does that. It makes me feel sexy.

  "Lucy, you're beautiful--beyond beautiful."

  "Not just that, Jesse," I whisper.

  "Inadequate sexually?"

  I nod.

  "I really don't think that's going to be an issue, Lucy."

  "I'm not a virgin but I'm not all that experienced either. I mean, oh you know what I mean."

  "Again, likely not an issue, not with the chemistry between us."

  "But--" he presses his index finger to my lips, cutting me off.

  "Why don't we address these issues one at a time?"

  I nod. What else can I do with his finger against my lips than be quiet and let him take over? I'll admit, him taking over sends a little thrill zinging through my body.

  He steps back and sits on a padded bench at the end of his bed. He starts unlacing his boots and removes them and his socks. When he's finished, he walks up to me, standing behind me. Then he reaches up and starts unzipping my dress and my breath falters.

  You've got this, Lucy. You can do this. You want this. You're sexy, you're smart, and this incredibly sexy rocker that you've lusted over for nearly half your life wants you. You! You can give as good as you get. Give it, Lucy.

  When the zipper presses against my lower back, he doesn't push the dress off my shoulders and I don't hold it up, yet it doesn't fall. He walks around in front of me and crosses his arms and I look up at him from underneath my lashes and wet my lips with my tongue.

  He meets my gaze. "Shrug."

  I do and the dress falls. He blows out a breath that is more of a hiss. "Holy fuck."

  He steps forward and traces a finger along my collarbone. "Lucy."

  "Huh?" is all I can manage when his finger dips down into the cup of my bra and rubs against my nipple.

  "It's a crime for you to hide this body."

  He steps forward and presses his lips to mine, giving me close-mouthed kisses, no tongue, but it doesn't detract from the passion he brings me. His hands cup my breasts and gently squeeze.

  He steps back.

  "Your belly button is pierced."

  "Uh-huh."

  "I thought it was part of the costume for the shoot."

  "Nope."

  "Fuck, that's sexy."

  "I'm kind of disappointed you took your lip ring out."

  He grins. "I didn't want to wear it on our date. Had I known it turned you on…"

  He trails off and just stares.

  "Know what?"

  "Hmm?"

  "I think we're going to go with your ea
rlier suggestion."

  I can't remember what I said. What did I say? Oh…

  "Really?" I squeak.

  He nods. That's one way to break the tension. No thinking, just rip-each-others-clothes-off-fuck-against-the-wall sex. I nod back and then our mouths crash together, tongues tangling and our hands are everywhere. He's unhooking my bra as I'm lifting up his shirt. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room where it lands next to my bra.

  I'm unbuckling his belt and he's sliding his hand between my legs. I moan as his finger rubs against my throbbing clit. I unbutton his pants and unzip them. He backs me against the wall.

  "I want to leave your garters on this time," he growls in my ear as he tears my panties off. Tears. Them. Off. Oh my God.

  I push his pants and his boxer briefs down his legs and he steps out of them. I'm not wasting time here. I want to know what he feels like and I am dying to have him inside me. I'm liking this no-thinking thing.

  He leans down and pulls a condom out of his wallet. Oh yeah. Now we're talking, I think… then I look down and my eyes widen. There is no way that's going to fit. No way. I've had sex before but wow. I try to back up but I come up against the wall.

  He rolls the condom on. "It'll fit and we'll go slow until you get used to me."

  "I’m not so sure…" The man is huge. If he were anyone else and I didn't want him so much, I'd be outta here.

  "Trust me, Luce."

  I nod, eyes wide but full of desire. He cups his hands under my thighs, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and press my mouth to his. I want him to have no doubts as to how much I want him. That was never in question.

  He slips his finger down between my legs, gliding down my slit to my opening. I should be embarrassed that I'm dripping wet for him but when he slips a finger inside, I lose all train of thought.

  "You're so tight, Lucy," he says sliding a second finger inside. "Let's get you ready."

  A moan is all I can manage for a response as his fingers glide in and out of my pussy, slowly but deeply, deeper than he went in the car.

  When he starts pressing kisses to my neck again, I can't hold still. I want more, I need more. I want to feel him inside me.

  "Jesse."

  "Not yet," he says against my neck then licks me there.

  His fingers move faster, harder, and I can't hold myself still. I start moving against his hand.

  "There you go, Lucy. Take what you need. I want to feel you come all over my fingers." He begins circling my clit with his thumb and I'm teetering on the edge.

  "Oh God, Jesse."

  "You're so close. I can feel it. Let go."

  I throw my head back and continue fucking his hand. He presses his thumb harder against my clit and I moan louder.

  "Yes, just like that…" I moan

  He chuckles. "You're so fucking sexy."

  I moan again when he circles harder.

  "Come for me, Lucy. Come for me so I can slide inside you."

  Those words alone throw me over the edge and I cry out. "Jesse!"

  "There we are, give me all of it. Jesus, I can't wait to feel that around my cock." He works my pussy and my clit, drawing out every possible second of pleasure until I stop moving. Then he rubs the tip of his erection against my clit causing my entire body to jerk. I'm still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

  "I could get you to come again just from this but I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you do."

  He positions the tip against my opening and meets my gaze.

  "Slow."

  I nod, eyes wide because I really don't know how he's going to fit.

  The head slips inside and I gasp.

  "Okay?" he asks, watching me intently.

  "Mmm, it just feels good." God he's huge.

  He smiles. "Good. A little more." He pushes upward and lets me slide down at the same time, slowly, inch by inch, stretching me more than I've ever been stretched before. It burns, the stretch, but it hurts in a good way.

  "Jesus, Jesse."

  "You okay?"

  "Mmm, yeah, you're so huge."

  He grins. "I told you you'd say that."

  I moan when he slips in further. "Mmm, yes you did."

  "Almost there, can you take more?"

  I nod. "I just need a second." Holy Jesus. I'm stretched so full with him inside me… I've never felt anything like it before.

  He pauses and kisses below my ear and flicks his tongue against my lobe. He meets my gaze.

  "I'm not hurting you?"

  I shake my head no. Need is taking over and oh my God I want him all the way in me now.

  "I want to feel all of you, I need more, Jesse." I feel full but it's not enough. I want everything. Every last inch of him buried inside of me.

  "You've got a greedy pussy, baby," he says pushing into me quickly until his balls press against my ass. "Fuck, Lucy. You feel incredible."

  "Unh," is all I can manage. I need him to move so I clench my pussy around him. He's so thick I can barely move.

  "Fuck, if you do that I'm going to lose control."

  I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging a bit until he looks me in the eyes. "Do it."

  "I don't want to hurt you."

  "Only the best kind of hurt. Move Jesse," I say sternly. He just stares at me. "For fuck's sake Jesse, fuck me already."

  That's it. He snaps. "You want me to fuck you? Hang on, baby."

  His lips meet mine and his tongue aggressively duels with mine. He pulls out and slams back in. Oh my God. I've never felt anything it. I've never been so full. He starts moving at a steady pace and it feels so good, I feel my orgasm building already. Incredible. I usually have issues coming a second time.

  "Oh my God, Jesse."

  "Harder?"

  "Yes. Faster," I say as I tilt my hips and he slips in even deeper. He groans and I cry out. His hips thrust faster and harder and when I can't stand it anymore I reach up and grab hold of his shoulders and start to raise and lower myself, meeting his thrusts. With this motion, my clit rubs against his abdomen, my nipples against his chest, and the tingles begin.

  "Lucy," he moans. "Watching your tits bounce, your head thrown back, while you ride my cock is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

  I moan back in reply. "I'm going to come."

  "Come for me, Lucy. I want to feel that incredible pussy squeeze me my cock."

  Jesus, he's good at the dirty talk and it's turning me on even more.

  "Look at me."

  I force my eyes open. A few more brushes of my clit against him, a few more thrusts and the tingles become a dull ache and then I'm coming, so hard, so incredibly hard, I can't catch my breath. Maybe I can't catch my breath because I'm screaming out his name. I suck in gulps of air as he hammers into me faster and harder, his fingers digging into my ass. He's so incredibly fucking sexy in this moment, his gaze locked with mine, and then he lets go with a long, loud groan. His hips keep moving as he comes and comes and comes, grunting with each spurt of his release. I continue moving my hips, wanting to milk every drop of cum I can out of him.

  He presses his head into my neck and just rests there, his breathing as heavy as mine. I run my fingers through his long hair, my cheek resting against the back of his head.

  Jesse lifts his head and meets my gaze, his expression somber. I'm not sure what to make of this so I just wait. I think he's still processing what just happened and I haven't even begun. My brain is scrambled.

  "I'm going to be honest with you, Lucy."

  The tone says he's disappointed. I nod, already feeling tears brewing at the back of my eyes and I breathe deep to force them away. I don't need to do that. Not now. Not here.

  "You were worried about your body, about you not being hot enough or sexy enough. You've got the sexiest curves I've ever fucking seen, Lucy. That's no lie. I knew you were hot but under the clothes…" he shakes his head.

  I feel better hearing this. But n
ow…

  He reaches up and cups my face with his hands.

  "You were worried, feeling inadequate?"

  I nod.

  He blows out a breath, closes his eyes, and slowly presses his lips to mine, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back and walking backwards. He sets me down on the bed, slips off the condom and throws it into the trash. He turns the bedside lamp on and a warm glow fills the room.

  Oh God. It was awful for him. He can't think of how to tell me. I look up at the ceiling and blow out a breath, willing myself not to cry. God, I'm such a baby.

  Then he pulls back the blankets on his bed, lifts me into his arms, placing me on the bed, head resting on the pillows, his chest lying on top of mine and the rest of him is between my legs. He's propped up on his elbows, staring into my eyes, and I don't know what to think.

  I reach up and tuck his hair behind his ears so I can see his face and he smirks.

  "I don't have words."

  What? My brows pull in as I frown.

  "I know, right? A rocker and songwriter who can't come up with a few words."

  "What?" I'm a little more than confused.

  His gaze drops to my mouth and his finger traces my lips. "That, what we just did? It left me speechless. I'm not fucking around either. You stole my breath."

  I just watch him, unsure what to say. I didn't totally suck! Inside I do a crazy happy monkey dance.

  "You're so fucking sexy, Lucy. God, you're just incredible," he drops a kiss to my lips and rocks his hips against mine. My eyes widen. He's hard again.

  "I want you again, Lucy."

  I nod. He opens a drawer and grabs a foil packet. He rips it open then sits up and rests on his knees as he rolls it down his thick length.

  He looks up at me again. "Do you want me, Lucy?"

  "Yes," I nod.

  "Let's see." He dips a finger into my wetness and hums. "So wet." He slips a second finger in then slides down the bed, kissing my thighs and calves as he repositions himself, his head between my legs.

  Oh my God. I'm fighting the urge to squeeze my thighs together. He can see everything down there. I've never had a guy go down on me with the lights on.

  "Such a pretty pussy. I'm going to tastes you now, Lucy. I've been dying to do this for days and I can't wait anymore." His tongue snakes out and runs up between the lips of my pussy and then down to my opening. He pulls back, closes his mouth and his eyes, and swallows.