“Yes. That’s right, babe. It’s me. Tell me what you want.” His fingers plunged deep again, and she couldn’t speak. “Tell me, babe. Say the words.”
“I want you to make me come,” she whispered.
Then his hands were gone. She wanted to scream in frustration, and now the tears did spill.
A low buzzing filled the room. The sound was so familiar, yet—
“Oh my God.” Her face burned as she recognized the sound of her vibrator.
How could he have known?
Something cool slid across her tender buttocks. “I went into your room to get your belt. The brown one with the silver buckle. This is what I imagine doing with it every time I see you wearing it. Did you know that, babe?”
His voice was hypnotic, and she shook her head.
“Then I remembered something else. The night we played poker at Patrick’s house then watched that movie on Cinemax. Your cheeks were flushed, and you couldn’t wait to get home. I knew it turned you on. The whole ride I imagined dragging you onto my lap and sliding you down onto my cock, over and over until you came. Or reaching over, burying my hand in your hair and pulling you down. Slipping my cock into your mouth and you sucking me off while I drove.”
Her breath came in short pants, her embarrassment forgotten.
“Then we got home and you ran into the bedroom. I knew why, and fuck if I wasn’t planning on doing the same.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I could hear you, babe. The hum of the vibrator, the bed’s low creaks, the catch of your breath. I jerked off to that sound and came so hard I thought I might die. Not just that night, but a dozen times since as I replayed it in my mind. This time, I want to be part of the action.”
Her body quaked with unrelieved tension. He slipped a hand underneath her, lifting her hips. Then the vibrator was between her legs and she bit back a cry. He pushed her against the bed so her pussy pinned the toy in place as it worked her clit. A second later, he was over her, his muscular thighs bearing down on her, the thick head of his cock probing her wet entrance.
“Tell me, babe. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, fuck me now…please, Jesse.” He slid home in one long thrust, and her cries dissolved into mindless sobs. The hum against her clit, her pussy filled to bursting. A low scream building as he slammed into her deep, over and over. Then she was flying, dying, exploding. She dimly heard a shout, and he tensed behind her, his cock jerking inside her.
I love you.
She couldn’t get the words past the lump in her throat, but her heart screamed them. I love you, Jesse. I love you.
Chapter Nine
It was two a.m. when she awoke and looked at the clock. She didn’t recall falling asleep, all she remembered was—
Jesse. Her nipples pebbled as the night came back to her in a rush. The room was dark now, and she strained to see. She reached out and laid a hand on his warm skin, feeling his chest rise and fall as he slept. She had a dim recollection of him releasing her from her bonds and taking off her blindfold, but
it was a hazy blur. Then he’d pulled her on top of him and held her close, murmuring words of praise and adoration.
Even now, she tingled at the thought. Her whole body lit up with love for him. She shimmied closer and groaned as the welts on her ass rubbed against the sheets. Then she did it again, because it felt kind of good and a little naughty.
“What are you doing, babe?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep.
“Nothing.”
“It feels like something.”
“Just taking stock, seeing if I’m sore.”
“I’ll have to do some recon and find out.”
She squealed as he rolled her onto her back in one motion. He lifted his mouth to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, making her nipples ache.
As if he could read her mind, he reached down and lightly pinched, first one then the other. She writhed beneath him, the welts aching in the most delicious way. He leaned down, latched his teeth onto one of the firm nubs and sucked. Heat stole through her limbs as he worked her with his clever lips and tongue. He slid a finger down her slit and deep inside her pussy that was already wet for him. He pushed in, then slid all the way out, running his finger over her plumped clit before plunging back in. She tipped her hips to take more.
He released her nipple and blew on it gently before drifting lower, his finger continuing its maddening dance. He licked and nipped down her side to one hip and clamped down hard with his teeth. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip to keep from screaming.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered. Her pelvis pulsed upward in counterpoint to his thrusts as she raced to take what he was offering.
“I want to feel you with my mouth,” he growled a second before he covered her clit with his molten tongue.
She jerked up as lightning sizzled through her. He flicked at the sensitive bundle of nerve endings, before lapping at it rhythmically. Her muscles tensed, her body straining for release. She stilled as something pressed against the slick lips of her pussy, then dipped inside. It was hard, not a finger…then it began to buzz. Her vibrator. She relaxed, allowing sensation to take over. The licking, the sucking, the slim wand sliding in and out. Just as the feeling started to pull her under, he slipped the vibrator from her center and slowly pressed it lower.
She tensed as it brushed along the crease of her ass. “J-Jesse?”
He moved his mouth away from her clit. “Yeah, babe?” he murmured, the heat of his breath making her lose her train of thought. Until the warm plastic pushed against her ass again.
“I don’t know if I…”
He inserted the wand, which was slick with her juices, an inch into her ass, and she sucked in a breath. Unfamiliar sensations swamped her. The urge to bare down on the intrusion was as strong as the one to expel it.
“Don’t clench, it will go easier if you relax,” he coaxed as he pressed lightly in and out. He sucked her clit and pushed the vibrator a little deeper. “Don’t think about what’s happening, just think about what you’re feeling. Do you like it?” He began to fuck her ass with shallow thrusts, massaging her pussy with his tongue.
“Yes,” she hissed. There was a direct line of sensation from her ass to her nipples, and every time he moved, they ached. She teased the tight points with her fingertips and groaned. He began to eat her pussy with abandon, licking and sucking as if she was his last meal. It was all too much, a sensory overload. The groaning sounds he made low in his throat like he had never tasted anything better. The perfect rhythm of the pounding in her ass.
“Come for me.” It wasn’t a request. “Come on my face now.” He thrust the toy deeper, his strokes long and firm, then closed his mouth over her clit, giving her the edge of his teeth.
“Oh, God!” She wailed as the waves crashed over her. Her ass clenched the wand, amplifying the sensations, making her come even harder. He urged her on with sounds of pleasure as he lapped at her, relentless in his efforts to prolong her pleasure.
It was a full minute before she slumped back to the bed, throat sore from her cries.
He was on her a second later, pressing his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. “Can you taste yourself on my lips, babe?”
A boneless mass of spent passion, she’d thought she was beyond desire, but heat flared low in her stomach at his words.
“Yes.”
“You taste delicious, creamy and sweet.”
She blushed and kissed him again rather than respond. His cock lay heavy on her thigh, and she arched against him.
“Bend your knees.”
She did, anticipation curling around her like an intoxicating mist.
He sat back on his heels between her knees and began to rub the broad head of his cock against her core. She shivered and tried not to move.
“I want to fuck your ass.”
Her muscles tensed and her stomach dipped.
Well, that hadn’t been exactly what she’d expected…
Jesse could just make out the whites of her eyes in the dark as her shivers grew more violent.
“What—what?”
The depth of their passion had driven him to the point that he was almost outside of himself. The driving need to mark her somehow, take her in a way that she’d never been taken, was overwhelming.
She’d been so responsive to the ass play moments before, taking it to the next level would open a whole new, sensual world for her. But he also knew that she was terrified, despite her curiosity and excitement. He would hone that fear to a fine edge between pain and pleasure, and she would never, ever forget the experience.
Or him.
Jesse closed his eyes as he pressed his cock to the tight bud between her ass cheeks. She was well lubricated with her body’s own moisture, but it wouldn’t be easy going. She was tight there, so fucking tight, and he would have to take it slow. He changed course for a second, gripping himself in his hand and guiding his cock into her pussy. He bit back a curse as heat closed around him, sucking at him, beckoning him to ride her until come spurted deep in that lush cavern. He resisted, pulling out after only one hard thrust. Now his cock was drenched with her juice. He worked himself, up and down, making sure the slick liquid coated him from base to tip.
Again, he poised over the entrance to her ass and pressed gently forward. She held her breath and strained, locking him out by squeezing the tight ring of muscle.
“Take a long, deep breath and let it out. Imagine your whole body exhaling. Let all your muscles go soft. That’s a girl,” he crooned as she complied. A second later, he flexed hard, sliding halfway into her pliant ass.
She cried out and he stilled, letting her soften around him. Fuck, she was like a fist gripping his cock in the best way. He tried not to move, and sweat broke out on his forehead from the effort. Seconds ticked by, and he was afraid he’d gone too far, when she moved just a little. He responded, edging deeper into her clutching ass. She groaned but didn’t pull back. In fact, she drew her knees back farther, helping him along.
His ears buzzed as the blood rushed from his head to his cock, swelling it to the point of pain. He thrust forward, filling her ass to the hilt, and she moaned, “Yes.”
He closed his eyes as adrenaline raced through his veins and he fought for control. His hips moved as if they were pistons, well-oiled machines, driving them both to the brink and beyond. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks as he rode her with firm, long strokes. He gripped her knees in his hands, and she tensed.
Yes.
“Jesse, damn, oh…”
The storm broke as she let out a wail, her body sucking at his, dragging him over with her. She pulsed around him, her ass milking his cock hard, clenching and releasing, until he bellowed. His balls grew tight, the liquid snaking up, hot come spurting out in pulsing waves. His whole body quaked as the climax racked him.
“Mike, fuck, I…” He fell quiet, dragging in air through his mouth as the sounds of their gasps filled the room. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He must have bit his lip.
He pulled back, sliding out as carefully as he could. She groaned. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, good. Tender, but good.”
He went to the bathroom and wet a damp washcloth with warm water before returning to the bedroom. “Here, babe, lift up a little. Let me wash you up so you don’t have to get out of bed.”
She mumbled an almost incoherent thanks, and he wanted to crow with satisfaction. No matter what happened, he did her right and she wouldn’t forget this night.
This one night.
He pressed the cloth tenderly to her skin, and she hummed in satisfaction. It was all he could do not to climb back into bed next to her and hold her. Never let her go. That wasn’t what she’d signed up for, though, was it?
With a sigh of regret, he turned away.
He returned to the bathroom and flicked on the light. Haunted dark eyes stared back at him. The emotion banging around in his chest was nothing new. He’d been crazy about Micah for as long as he could remember. But he’d managed to convince himself that maybe, just maybe, someday he’d find someone who would make him get over her. Someone who would make him realize that friendship with Micah was enough. He realized now, that would never happen. He was irrevocably in love with his best friend, and there was no changing that. She’d gotten her wish and would want things to go back to the way they had been for the last twelve years.
And him? He needed to get the fuck out of there before he begged her to be with him forever and had to listen to the reasons why that just couldn’t happen. He’d made a grave error. He should have listened to his foster-mother all those years ago. She’s not for the likes of you, Jesse.
Doggy nails scrabbled against the oak door, and Micah opened her bleary eyes. She glanced at the clock and winced as her muscles groaned in protest. The previous night came back in a rush.
She’d done it. She’d been with Jesse and it had been amazing. Everything she’d been too naïve to hope for and more. Heart pounding, she rolled to face him, intent on telling him that very thing.
He was gone.
It was just after six a.m. and the sun hadn’t fully risen. Way too early on a Saturday to have gotten up for the day. As she peered around, her eyes adjusting to the semi-dark, she realized he wasn’t in the room at all and the bathroom was empty. She tried to brush off the building sense of dread and reached out to touch the other side of the bed. Cold. He’d been gone for a while.
She held the sheets to her breasts—modest for whom, she didn’t know—and stood. Briefly, she considered calling his name, but with a sinking heart she knew he wouldn’t respond. Martha wouldn’t be scratching at her door if Jesse was anywhere in the house.
What possible reason could he have to clear out before morning? There was only one she could think of—regret.
She sucked in a breath and tried to talk herself down. Maybe he’d gone to get them breakfast and wanted to be back before she woke.
As much as she wanted to believe that, the butterflies in her stomach refused to cease their flapping. She threw on her ruined shirt and wrapped it around herself like a robe before opening the door. “Hey, Martha, sweetpea. You wanna go outside?”
Martha didn’t respond with even her usual halfhearted imitation of enthusiasm, which meant Jesse had taken her out before he’d left. The dog had probably just wanted to get back into bed with her.
At least someone did.
She turned on the hall light and peered into the living room to make sure. Empty. She went into the kitchen and saw a folded note sitting on the black granite countertop. Her stomach clenched as she grabbed it. She held it in her hands for a long moment, pressing it between her fingers as if she could absorb the contents by touch. She clicked on the pendant light that hung over the kitchen table and sat. Her hands trembled as she opened the sheet.
Took Martha for a walk and it was perfect weather for a cruise. Decided to head down to the beach house for the day. May or may not be back tonight so don’t wait up.
Jesse
It might as well have been addressed “Dear John,” because it was as clear a kiss-off as any she’d ever seen. The note fluttered to the floor from her limp hand. Martha snuffled it curiously then shuffled off.
She shouldn’t have been surprised. It may have been the most amazing experience of her life, but for all she knew, that was just another Saturday night for Jesse.
Her throat constricted, and she tried to quell the brewing nausea. She would not cry. She’d sworn from the start that one night would be enough if that was all he had to give. That didn’t mean she could go on living side by side with the man she’d loved since the day he’d rolled up on his dirt bike and double-dog dared her to get on the back.
She stood on legs still shaky from their night together and went to pack her things.
Chapter Eleven
Jesse sat at Crabby Bill’s, staring down at
the worn paper menu while he nursed a beer. It was his second time there that day. He’d stopped in for lunch and scarfed down a mound of clam fritters. They were his favorite, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember tasting them. Even the beer tasted like piss. It should have been refreshing after he’d spent the better part of the day at the beach cottage, opening it for the season. The hard, sweaty work of climbing up and down ladders, changing storm windows for screens and cleaning gutters should have exhausted him. Apparently that exhaustion didn’t spread to his brain. His thoughts whipped like the ocean winds, constant and violent, heralding an upcoming storm.
He took another gulp of his beer. Mike hated beer. She said it was one of those things people must be pretending to enjoy, like sushi or golf.
Mike.
Damn it, he should have said no. They could have gotten past it. Hell, they had gotten past it before. She’d been embarrassed for a few weeks, but they’d muddled through. Now, there was just no way. He’d been with her, and he would never be the same. The fragile self-discipline he’d managed to cling to all these years was now thoroughly shattered. All he wanted was a chance to show her that he could love her right. He’d never even really tried. Maybe—
He shoved the thought away impatiently. She’d gotten what she wanted. Taken a walk on the wild side. Gone slumming. If he truly loved her—and damn him, he did—he needed to walk away with his dignity intact and let her find a guy who was a little more refined and a lot less fucked up than him. One who wouldn’t cause more strife between her and her parents. As successful as he was, he just wasn’t the type she could bring home to the Kincaid house and never had been. Even in high school, he’d had to pick her up a block from her house so they wouldn’t know who she was spending time with. The worst part was, he couldn’t really blame them.
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