Jesse's Girl

by Karen Erickson

  Their short time together had been amazing, a nonstop feast of bountiful sex in every which way imaginable. He had a vivid imagination, dirty and carnal and she liked it. Liked it so much she never wanted to get dressed again, didn’t want the real world to interrupt them and the little sex-soaked bubble they’d created over the last thirty-six hours.

  But it would. It had to. Tomorrow was Monday, and Rick needed to go to work. She had her volunteer job at the local museum downtown. She worked there every other Monday and Wednesday. This week was her week to work. She loved that little job, got a thrill out of helping others discover the beauty of classic art.

  Yet tomorrow the last thing she wanted to do was go to work. No, she’d rather spend the rest of her days lolling about in bed with this man. Let him do dirty, lovely, wonderful, beyond pleasurable things to her body over and over again until she was sated and satisfied. And then she would promptly return the favor.

  Warm breath drifted across her backside and she startled, blinked her eyes. A thick finger tickled the puckered bud of her anus, sending shock waves coursing through her body. She tensed, waiting to see if she liked it and when he circled it, his finger slowly tracing every tiny ridge, she shivered.

  It felt different, though pleasurable. He was hesitant, careful, as if he knew her uneasiness and she appreciated that, appreciated everything about him.

  No one had ever tried anything like this before, not even Jesse—the animal. She liked the fact that this was something new she could share with Rick.

  Rick and no one else.

  He whispered her name, his voice cracking and she ached for him, shivered when his rough hands smoothed over her buttocks, spreading her cheeks wider. Then a warm tongue bathed the tiny hole between her cheeks and she jerked, crying out in surprise.

  Oh God, it was wrong that it felt good. So very, very wrong. He licked again, his tongue doing a slow perusal of the forbidden area and she swallowed hard, held back the moans of pleasure that wanted to tumble out.

  But why should she hold herself back? The last two days had been all about sharing between them on a very primitive level. She’d done a few things with this man she’d never done before. Ever. And now that he was exploring the most taboo sexual act, in her mind at least, well, she wanted more.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  His husky question reverberated against her sensitive flesh and she gasped, shook her head fiercely. “No.”

  She drew the word out, sounded like a wanton slut, but God, she didn’t care. His tongue continued to lick, drawing in smaller and smaller circles. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand sliding down to cup her cunt. One long finger slid between her lips, brushed against her clit and she moaned long and low in her throat.

  “I want to take you here.” His finger dipped the tiniest bit in her ass and she clenched around it, loving the sensation of his hands cradling her, one cupping her pussy, the other her ass. “Will you let me, Blair?”

  “Oh yes.” She nodded furiously, her hair flailing around her face. “I want you to.”

  “Have you ever done this before?” His finger sank deeper, past the first ring of muscles and she held still, savoring the full sensation.

  No,” she admitted, hanging her head. His other finger strummed her clit, driving her right to the edge and she closed her eyes, focused solely on the sensations this man was bringing forth inside her body.

  “Good. I want to be the first.” He leaned up, pressing an open mouthed kiss to her ass cheek and then he swatted her. Her flesh stung with the contact. “Get up, babe. How do you want to do this?”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His hair was a mess, his face damp with what she could only assume were her juices. The scent of sex, aroused bodies and a hint of sweat hung heavily in the air and his chest gleamed with a fine sheen of perspiration.

  He was gorgeous. Sexy. The possessive glint in his golden eyes thrilled her, the way his hands massaged her flesh made her want to groan in pleasure. She wanted to shout to the world that she belonged to this man. That she was his and he was hers.

  But did he feel that strongly for her? She knew they’d only been together in the sexual sense for a weekend, not long in the scheme of things but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

  When she knew, she knew. And without a doubt, she believed she and Rick belonged together. Forever.

  “How do you want to do it?” He released his hold on her and she sat up on her knees, her hands folded in her lap. He watched her, his gaze dipping to her breasts, lingering there and she smiled, shook her head. “Up here, sweetie.”

  “Oh yeah.” His gaze flicked upward, a sexy smile curving his full lips and he reached for her, his thumb doing a quick flick across her nipple. “I think I want you on your hands and knees.”

  Of course he did. She would do anything for him.

  “So I can watch.” His smile grew, and he looked pleased with himself.

  “You like to watch do you?” Her voice dropped as did her gaze. His cock thrust from between his legs, long and thick. Anxiety clattered through her, and she was worried.

  Would he fit in, um, such a virgin area? Fear rippled along her spine and she took a deep breath, fortifying herself.

  “Do you have any lube?” She had to ask.

  Rick’s brow wrinkled and he went to his bedside drawer, searching through its contents. Did he have any lube? Hell, he didn’t know. Maybe from a long time ago but then again, maybe not.

  “You’re just…big, you know?” Blair laughed nervously and he glanced at her, saw the apprehension written over her face. “I don’t know if you’re gonna fit.”

  “I would never hurt you.” He went to her, cupped her face in his hands and planted a thorough kiss on her swollen lips. Her mouth opened, her tongue sliding against his and he fell into the kiss, hungry for her taste. Always hungry for her.

  “I know,” she whispered against his mouth, her hands smoothing over his chest. “You just need to take it slow, okay? I’m nervous.”

  “I’m nervous too.” He pulled away from her, stared at her flushed face. “I’ve never done this before either. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

  Taking a deep breath, Blair smiled, her lips trembling faintly. “Right.”

  He kissed her again, his lips lingering, his tongue moving lazily in her warm mouth. He wanted to ease her fears, make this good for her, which would only make it great for him. Her pleasure was his, he reveled in it and the last thing he wanted to do was make her uneasy.

  She sighed. He captured the sound between his lips and leaned into her so that she fell back against the mattress. He wanted to make sure she was fully aroused, wet and ready for him, which normally didn’t take long.

  “Suck my nipples,” she whimpered and he did, drawing first one, then the other pretty pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it again and again.

  Blair clutched him to her, her hands sliding into his hair, tugging tightly. It almost hurt, but he kept on. Sliding down her body, his mouth burned a path on her soft, fragrant skin and he breathed deeply, his hands curling around her hips.

  “Roll over, baby.” He nudged her hips with his fingers.

  She did with ease, presenting her lush backside to him. Her back was beautiful, smooth skin with the two tiniest dimples resting just above her ass. And her ass was plump, full, not too skinny, a true handful and he reached out, testing that handful. She squirmed against his grip, a little giggle escaping her and he smoothed his hands down, fingers dipping in the valley between her cheeks.

  “Touch me, Rick. See how wet you make me.”

  Her husky voice made him shudder and he did as she asked, his fingers sinking easily into her hot pussy. She was soaked, her cream coating his fingers and he drew them up, slathering her juices all over her rosy hole before he tested her with his index finger.

  “Oh my.” She drew the last word out as he sank deeper, hi
s finger in all the way to the first knuckle and he twisted, testing her tolerance. She thrust back against him, sending his finger deeper and she groaned.

  “More.”

  He added a second finger, working them back and forth in her ass and she moved with him, her body thrusting and swaying with the rhythm he established. Without his asking she scrambled to her hands and knees, her head bent, hair surrounding her face and she moaned low.

  “Do it, Rick. Fuck me in the ass.”

  Her words were all he needed to hear. He loved how she talked dirty, had no problem in asking for what she wanted.

  Again, he realized she was the perfect woman for him. His ideal.

  Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, he sheathed himself, then stroked the head of his cock against her anus. She shifted backward, as if trying to take him in and his hand dipped low, playing with her pussy, gathering more of her juices.

  “Damn you’re wet, woman,” he muttered, his fingers slipping and sliding into her cunt.

  “I’m turned on.” She circled her ass slowly and he spread her cheeks wide, lathering the little rosette with more heady cream. “I want you inside of me. Now.”

  He didn’t hesitate, couldn’t if he wanted to. With shaking hands, he positioned himself, poised to take entry. Her ass twitched, teasing him, driving him mad and he settled his hands on her hips.

  “Relax, babe. I’ll make sure it feels good,” he assured her. He bent over her and pressed a quick kiss to the base of her spine.

  She shuddered beneath his lips, sending him a sultry glance over her shoulder. “I trust you.”

  That one statement was nearly his downfall. She trusted him, and it meant everything to him. Maybe even more than if she declared her love for him.

  Well maybe. Not like that was going to happen anytime soon. Things were moving way too fast.

  He grabbed the base of his cock, gave himself one stroke, then another. He was hard as stone, his balls already drawn up, his belly clenched. One wrong move and he would probably come over her luscious ass. He needed to take it slow, take his time. Make it good for her as well as him.

  She thrust her ass out and spread her legs wide, a delicious position that had his eyes almost bugging out of his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He moved closer, rubbing his cock head against the little rosette of her ass, back and forth, up and down, making her groan. With his other hand he gathered more of her cream, slathered her hole with it, teasing it with his fingers. She opened to him with ease, allowed his index finger to slide in and he knew it was now or never.

  “Push out against me when I start to enter you,” he instructed, using a tip he’d actually found on the Internet. He eased his cock into her ass, slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

  When he’d fully penetrated her, he released a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, searching for restraint. Her ass cradled him firmly, tight and hot, setting him aflame and he hadn’t even really moved yet. She panted, her breaths coming hard, her entire body shaking and she pushed back against him, inviting him to do more.

  Carefully he started to ride her, his cock sliding almost all the way out before he thrust back in. She groaned, tossing her head back and he glanced down at where the two of them were connected, mesmerized by the sight.

  His cock was fully embedded in her juicy ass, his balls brushing against her pouting pussy lips and he withdrew. He saw his cock glistening with her juices and he moaned before ramming deep inside her again. Another shattering groan tore from deep inside of him at the immense pressure wrapped around his dick. He moved within her with controlled, short movements, not wanting to hurt her.

  “Oh God.” She reared back against him and the sensation nearly made him come. “Touch me, Rick. Please.”

  Leaning forward, he braced one hand on the mattress, the other hand going straight for her cunt. His finger twirled around her distended clit, diving deep into her soaked folds and she cried out, tossing her head back until it rested against his shoulder.

  “More,” she panted and he stroked harder against her clit, moved faster within her ass. She went with him, matching him thrust for thrust, their sweaty bodies sticking together, her hair wild and in his face.

  He didn’t care. All he could concentrate on was the unbelievable heat surrounding his cock, the way it felt sinking so deep inside of her, taking her in a way that she’d never experienced before. It made him feel possessive, primitive and the same word pounded through his head every time he pounded inside her ass.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Her cry startled him and he felt her clit quiver against the tip of his finger, her body shattering beneath his. The rhythmic fluttering of her cunt rippled through her ass, around his cock and then he was coming, shouting her name, unable to stop himself as his body convulsed with the strength of his orgasm.

  And later, much later after they had made love again, tenderly this time, after their bodies came together in a slow and sensuous glide, he held her close. Her body wrapped around his, her leg slung over his hip, his hand resting on her butt. He’d never felt so close, so immersed in another human being before.

  Yet later, when he heard her whispered words of “I love you,” his heart lurched.

  No way was he ready for love this fast.

  Was he?

  Chapter Five

  Blair had made a huge mistake. Colossal. One she might not ever be able to recover from and the thought of that practically ripped her heart in two.

  Once the words had escaped her that night she knew she’d blown it. She could’ve sworn he was asleep, his lean body had been relaxed, pliant, his breathing slow and even. The way he held her, cradled her gently in his arms, close to his body, his heart thump, thump, thumping against her ear, she’d become overwhelmed with emotion.

  The words had tumbled out before she could even stop them, a whispered declaration against his naked pecs, her lips brushing against his warm flesh. Immediately he’d stiffened, his breathing stalling and she’d held still, fear rippling through her body in a tumultuous wave that threatened to sink her.

  Too late. Her words had already sunk her. She was dead in the water because she had no restraint whatsoever.

  Three days and she still hadn’t seen him. He’d called, once last night, when she’d been lying in bed trying to lose herself in a terrible movie but really crying her eyes out, feeling sorry for herself. He’d reassured her everything was fine, he’d just been working hard, getting lots of overtime and she needed to give him a couple of more days but she knew. Deep in her heart of hearts, she knew she’d blown it with Rick and that she would never see him again. She shouldn’t have admitted her love for him, it had been too fast, too soon and she had no clue if he was ready for commitment. Most guys weren’t.

  God, she hurt so much it was hard to breathe. She’d called in sick to the museum this morning much to their disappointment. But how could she go about her day-to-day life like nothing was wrong when her entire world had come crashing around her feet?

  All over a man she’d been with a mere three days. Well, technically she’d known him for almost a year but had truly been with him for just a weekend.

  The most magical, wonderful, perfect weekend of her entire life.

  Of course, Jesse had called. Countless times, leaving her messages, sending her texts, emails, the works. She’d finally spoken to him over the phone, telling him it was over for good.

  He’d called her a fucking bitch and promptly hung up on her. Good riddance, she’d thought when she punched the end button on the phone.

  She had never, ever uttered those three little words to Jesse. She’d never felt one ounce of emotion for Jesse that she’d experienced with Rick. Crazy considering she’d been with Jesse for six months, had spent almost every day with him yet she’d never felt for him as she did for Rick.

  Swiping a tear away from her cheek, she settled herself against the pile of pillows beneath her head, her hand grabbin
g the TV remote control resting at her side. She shuffled through the channels, nothing holding her interest, all of it too boring, too romantic, too funny, too scary.

  Blair clicked the off button, throwing the remote onto her bedside table with a loud clatter. She stared up at the ceiling and sighed long and loud.

  Would she ever get over this? Would she ever be able to move on after what she’d experienced with Rick?

  Her phone rang and she dove for it, answering with a breathless hello. The deep voice on the other end caused desire to curl through her body and she shivered with longing.

  Finally.

  “Is it too late to call?” Rick asked.

  “Of course not. How are you?”

  He sighed, the sound frustrated. “Do you really want to know?”

  Her heart stalled in her chest. “Yes, I do.”

  “Tired. Lonely. Horny.”

  A slow smile crossed her lips, the first one in days. “Me too.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She paused, wondering if she should say what she wanted to say.

  She decided to go for it.

  “I thought you were mad at me,” Blair confessed softly, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her comforter.

  “You did? Why would you think that?” He sounded confused, which only confused her.

  “Well, I thought because I haven’t seen you in a few days that you must be angry with me. Or something,” she ended lamely, closing her eyes. She sounded like a fool. Felt like one too.

  “Ah, Blair, that hasn’t been by choice. I’ve been busy at work the last couple of days. Mondays are always crazy and it’s been especially so the entire week. I haven’t gotten home until late, and then I’ve been so exhausted and dirty all I do is jump in the shower and then collapse into bed.”

  God, she was so hot for him that the thought of Rick in a shower with hot water spraying over his hard, lean body had her immediately aroused. “I understand.”

  He sighed again, the sound seeming to reach through the phone lines and touch her like a soft caress against her cheek. “Maybe you should go answer your door.”