by Amanda Ray
"Layla!" I yelled to the other bartended, eyes still on Jesse, "I'm taking my thirty." she had nodded and Jesse's grin turned into a full blown smile. I rounded the bar, eyes from all directions following my exposed body as I walked up to Jesse, grabbed his hand and pulled him to follow me.
"See you soon, bro." Theo had yelled over the music to Jesse, his smirk all knowing and when I turned around to look at him he winked. Damn, if he was anyone else- not Jesse's friend- he would have probably been the one I took to the employee office. As I pushed past the swarm of hot sweaty bodies, I felt Jesse getting closer and closer to the back of me. Chills ran down my spine and a small moan escaped my lips at the thought of him touching me again. Of being inside of me, again. I picked up the pace and the minute I got to the office I slammed the door shut. Before I could turn around to make my move Jesse had spun me around so fast, catching my mouth with his and pushed me against the door before I could even catch my breath.
His soft lips trapped mine with his, his tongue lightly slid against my lips begging me to open them to give him more access. The second I let his tongue into my mouth he turned frenzied, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. Of me. I moaned but his mouth captured it, sucking it down so no one could hear. Our tongues traced against each other and I pulled away slightly, biting his lower lip, and trying to catch my breath. When I met his eyes they were filled with lust and desire making me melt into him.
"God, I want you so bad right now." Jesse breathed out, biting his lower lip he leaned down slowly to capture my neck with his teeth. Sucking so lightly he left goosebumps in his track. With his left hand he reached up cupping my breast while taking one of my hands in his other hand. He slowly guided my hand down to grip his steal hard erection. I groaned at the thick, hard length reminding me just how badly I'd wanted him. I'd had more than my share of sex dreams about my best friends brother and he'd been my regular go to fantasy when I want to pleasure myself ever since he first touched me, but nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing compared to him.
I had wanted to taste him so bad. So fucking bad. That when he pulled away for a split second, I took my chance. I began to lower myself, mouth watering at the thought of his taste in my mouth but before I could get to my knees Jesse grabbed my forearms and pulled me up. "As bad as I want your lovely mouth on my cock..." he brushed my bottom lip with his thumb," I need to feel your pussy. Tight and wet and oh so warm surrounding my cock first." I looked at him, smirked and then without another word he pushed me further into the door and lifted my skirt over hips. His hand grazed over my black lace underwear pulling back just the slightest to look at them. "Mmmm. Do you have a special attachment to these?"
His question caught me off guard and my eyebrows squeezed together in confusion. "An attachment? No, I mean I li-" before I could finish my sentence Jesse grabbed the black lace between his muscular hands and ripped them off me. My shocked gasp turned into a satisfied moan when Jesse quickly ran his fingers over my bare opening. Two fingers plunged into my center and Jesse groaned so loud. "Fuck, you're so wet."
He kissed me deeply, grabbing the back of my thigh to wrap my leg around his waist giving him better, deeper access. I didn’t even get to adjust fully to his two thick fingers before he thrusted a third one in, his thumb circled my clit with just the right amount of pressure making me tremble. Slow, deep thrusts hit me harder and harder and within a few seconds I felt my stomach tighten. My legs start to shake. "I'm close. God, so close." I let out the breathy words and Jesse's smirk almost made me come on the spot. "I know baby, I can feel it. I can feel you tightening around me. God, it feels so good. You feel so damn good, flower." He leaned in closer, whispering in my ear, "Come for me, Freya. I want you to come for me, baby." and with a quick curl of his fingers and a deep, harsh thrust, I came. Blurs of white clouded my vision and I shook uncontrollably. Jesse kept pushing into me further and further even after I'd started to recover, that I felt a second orgasm blossoming and before I got the chance to release it he pulled out his soaking wet fingers and smiled. "Oh no you don't. If you're pretty little pussy is going to come again then it's going to be around my dick."
I threw my head back against the door trying to regain some sanity but my fingers were on a mission of their own, unbuttoning Jesse's jeans and pulling out his erection. I stared down at the long, thick, shaft in my fingers, my mouth watering for his penis and I stared at it for way too long. When I had finally returned my lustful gaze back up to Jesse's eyes I could see the satisfaction and cockiness in them. God damnit! He knows how great his dick is! I never got a chance to fully look at him the one and only time we had had sex so that night I made sure I could see him. I needed to engrave him in my memory and just from looking at him and his body I knew just how damn satisfying it was going to feel with him inside me.
Jesse reached in his pocket and pulled out a condom. I impatiently grabbed it from his hands, ripping the foil packet open with my teeth and tugged out the lubed up condom. Jesse's laugh turned into a low moan as I glided the condom down his shaft and gripped him with one hand. I pulled him closer with my leg still wrapped around his waist and lined the tip of his erection with my entrance.
"You're so fucking wet." Jesse slowly pushed into me and we both let out a satisfying moan. My head fell backward giving him full access to my neck, which he took advantage of, biting, sucking and licking. Jesse didn’t move inside me, his dick filling me to the brink and I craved the friction. His hand gripped my thigh so tight to keep me from moving and I let out a small cry. I tried to swivel my hips to get him to move, the feeling of him so full and satisfying I was going to have an orgasm just from that. "I just want to feel you for a minute, baby. Don’t move. Just let me feel you.” His breathing started to pick up and I felt his heart begin to race. “Mmmm. You're so fucking tight. Always so fucking tight." He bit my neck one more time before encasing my lips. I moaned so loud I swore you could hear it over the bass of the music.
"Jesse," I whimpered, my voice breathy and low, "Move. Fuck. Please, move.Please."
"Only because you said please, baby."
Both hands grabbed my butt cheeks lifting me up against the door and I instinctively wrapped my legs around Jesse's waist, locking them behind him. We both groaned at the new position. How deep he was now and as soon as I adjusted to his length Jesse started pounding into me. Quick, sharp thrusts rammed into me. My nails dug into his shoulders, trying to gain some stability as he fucked me harder and harder. My moans became louder and louder and Jesse's growled taking my lips with his. I gripped his hair with my fingers and tugged, hard, bending his head backward to give me better, deeper access to his beautiful mouth. His lips were the perfect combination of soft and rough. His kisses were possessive and needy but not sloppy.
Jesse pushed me farther into the door and his hands left my ass, bracing one on the side of my head against the door and the other gripping tightly at my hip. "Come on baby, I know you're close." His words came out strangled but he was right. I was so close, standing on the edge ready to jump over to hit that euphoria. Jesse moved his hand from my hip and pressed his thumb to my little numb. Pushing hard and circling quickly, it was just that simple move that made me go over. I climaxed so quickly. My screams echoed off the walls of the office and I hunched forward riding out my climax, biting down on Jesse's shoulder. When I bit down on him, just enough to leave a mark it sent him over the edge, spilling into the condom and thrusting slowly into me riding out the end of his climax.
We were both sweaty and sated. Jesse was still inside me when my legs went lax, still wrapped around his waist. "That was...." I was still trying to get my breath under control when Jesse finished the sentence for me, "Amazing? Incredible? Mind blowing? All of the above?" I laughed at his words and nodded.
"All of the above." I said to him with a smile before he kissed me. He slowly pulled out of me and placed me on my feet. "Can you walk?" His grin was smug but his eyes wreaked concerned. "Yeah. I think I can manage
." I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Damn. Then I didn't do my job right." He gave me a devilish grin before asking, "Wanna go round two so I can show you?" I laughed again and then looked at my phone for the time. "I have to get back to work in five minutes." Jesse smiled again, and damn, if he just smiled at me all the time I think I would melt. This man could ask me to do anything with his smile.
"Challenge accepted. I can make you come again in three minutes, flower. Now... Do you want my fingers, my dick or my tongue?" My eyes widen and my breath hitched. I want it all! My heart sped up, my stomach did a summer sault and my legs went weak as he moved closer to me and Goddamn, Jesse fucking Blaine was going to make me come again!
Chapter 27
My heart was pounding so loud I could swear everyone could hear it over the loud music of the club. Jesse kept to his promise and gave me a whopping two more earth shattering orgasms before I returned back to my shift, ten minutes after I was supposed to. He went out first to meet back with his buddies while I tried my best to tame my wild, just fucked, hair. Adjusted my skirt, hoping no one could tell I was now panty-less, and walked back to the bar with my cheeks flushed and my head held high. As soon as I started my shift back up the new guy gave me a knowing look.
"What?" I had asked, my hands on my hip preparing for his snide remark.
"Nothing," the 5'11, dark haired, navy eyed man responded with a smirk, "You just look like you thoroughly enjoyed yourself." He chuckled and I felt my cheeks flush.
I turned my back to him, preparing my customers drinks and yelled over my shoulder, "I did.” If I thought I could hide anything, I was so unbelievably wrong because my smile and messy hair said it all. The new guy came to stand in front of me, grabbed a top shelf tequila and winked. "I'm Kennedy, by the way."
"Hi, I'm Freya." My friendly smile turned into a wicked grin as I fully eyed Kennedy top to bottom. 5'11, dark washed jeans that fit snug on his waist, a tight black t-shirt that clung to his toned body. Slim muscular arms, olive skin, jet black curly hair that was slicked back and deep navy blue eyes that had just a touch of crystal blue in the center. Wow. He was attractive. And just as I made my assumption I saw his grin widen. Shit. He knows what I'm thinking.
"If you ever want to have....fun....with me, just let me know." Kennedy winked at me and walked away toward the two girls waiting for their tequila shots. My cheeks burned hot and I was stunned for a moment at how upfront he was. We had barely even just met and already he was talking about sex? We worked together! And I had just had sex in the office with Jesse, which he clearly knew! I shook my head in an attempt to come back to the present. Okay. Just forget what just happened and focus on work. I was used to men being upfront about what they wanted. Working in a bar, dressed in barely anything, you get hit on by the creepiest of the creeps but I’d never had someone I worked with hit on me. Especially not right after they just saw me leaving from having sex with someone else. Kennedy was different from all the others and at the time I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
The rest of my shift went by fast and at the end of the night I was met outside by a familiar figure. I smiled as I made my way over, just as Kennedy walked out of the door behind me.
"Hey!"
"Hey, have a good night." I tossed Kennedy a flippant wave, my eyes focusing back on the all too familiar man waiting for me.
"Thanks, you too," Kennedy looked over at Jesse and back to me, "Wait. Before you go, let me see your phone."
I gave him a questioning look and he just smiled, gesturing for me to move toward him to hand over my phone. A give me gesture with his hands continued until I handed it over.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you my number. Duh."
I gave him a little chuckle and looked back over at Jesse who was leaning against the brick building, eyeing us both up with a stare that was so intimidating it could have burned through someone's skin. Kennedy handed me back my phone and said, "Give me a call or shoot me a text when you want to have fun", he smirked, gave me a wink and looked back over at Jesse with challenge in his eyes. "You better call me tomorrow or I'll have to hunt you down."
"What?" His comment caught me off guard and I looked up at him confused. He simply laughed and started to walk away.
"Can't wait to hear from you, Freya. Have a good night.” Before I could respond he was gone. I turned back around and made my way toward Jesse.
"Well hey there, stranger." The smile on my face was so wide, it took up my entire face.
"What was that about?" Jesse nodded his head toward the direction that Kennedy left in. I shrugged and began walking toward my car, gesturing with my head for Jesse to follow. "Just some new guy from work. He gave me his number and asked to hang out. It's nothing." Jesse looked over at me with narrowed eyes, "I don't know, Freya, something feels off about that guy. Try to stay away from him okay?"
I laughed. Jesse was always so protective. I understood why but sometimes I still found it comical. And looking back now, I should have listened, but everything happens for a reason and I wouldn’t change it if I could.
"You don’t even know him, but okay Jesse, I'll be sure to keep some distance from him. But just so we're clear, you don't tell me what to do." I pushed into his shoulder attempting a shove but Jesse's rock hard body moved nowhere. He had let out a defeated sigh, "I know, Freya. I just want you to be careful. Okay? I may not know the guy but I get a weird vibe from him and I just want you to be safe. Alright?" I stopped at my car, spun on my heels and grabbed his shirt looking straight into his eyes, "Okay," I whispered.
Jesse leaned down, giving me a slow, soft kiss, "Your place or mine?" he whispered against my lips. I chuckled and pulled back so he could see my tilted head, "You didn't get enough?" He laughed, his head slightly ruffling up his hair and I giggled even more. "Mine is fine, but we have to be quiet because Anna will be sleeping." Jesse nodded giving me a sly smirk, "I'll be sure to cover your mouth when I make you scream.” With a shake of my head we got in my car and went to my place.
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Over the next few months Jesse and I continued the same way. Every time he was in town we'd spend hours upon hours together, hanging out, talking and giving each other orgasms that I swear could have broken me. Jesse became more than my best friend. He was the one I would talk to about everything, even about other guys, he knew everything about me. My past, my present, and what I eventually wanted for my future. He never judged me, and it made it all the more easy to fall for him.
Jesse was always traveling for work though and I came to find out that he was a photographer who worked for hotels all around the world. His work was so good that he even had private clients who would hire him just to scope out a specific hotel they wanted to stay in to make sure it was up to par. So when his jobs were finished and he made his way back to town we would spend every minute together. And it felt amazing. It felt safe. He felt safe...like home. But since he was gone more than not I had caved from my loneliness and began spending time with Kennedy.
I had reached out to him a week after our initial meeting at the club when he gave me my number and after several texts and hangouts we became fast friends. We texted every single day, all day and hung out every night we worked together, which was at least five nights a week. Kennedy and I grew close even with Jesse's obvious objection, but he was there when Jesse wasn't and a part of me needed that. A part of me hated being alone.
For everything that Jesse made me feel, it made me extremely nervous and terrified that he knew so much about me and still seemed to care. We had a connection that no one would or could ever understand and it scared the living daylights out of me. No one in my life knew about my mom, Lily or Deb. If the topic of family came up I'd simply say that I didn't have any and change the subject. But Jesse, he knew everything.
He was there for everything and for the life of me, as much as I wanted to sometimes, I could never lie to him. About anything. But sometimes I wanted -needed
- to be around people who didn’t know me. Because the truth of the matter was that after my family -my mom,Lily, Deb-died, I didn’t even know me. I had no idea who I was without them and I liked the fact that Kennedy knew nothing about me and that I could be anyone I wanted. I liked that we never got below the surface, that although we talked all the time, we never really got too personal. Until he wanted to.
It was the end of a long shift and I was walking to my car reading a text message from Jesse telling me he was flying in the next day and wanted to take me out for a nice dinner. I had smiled at the thought and told him I'd be ready when he arrived. My stomach filled with butterflies and I was so lost in the thought of him that I didn't even notice Kennedy standing by my car.
"Hey." I said with my eyebrow quirked up, "What's up?"
"Hey, so I wanted to see if you were free tomorrow?"
"I actually have plans. Why what's up?"
"Well, cancel them then. I'm taking you on a date."
His matter of fact tone threw me off kilter a little bit and I hesitated trying to find the right words. I liked that he was taking control but it also bothered me that he wanted me to drop everything for him in the blink of an eye.
I chuckled, "Um, I can't just cancel. I'm meeting up with a friend tomorrow night,” I looked down at my phone to check the time, three-fifteen in the morning, "Well, technically tonight.” Jeez we got out so late.
"You can and you will. I'm not taking no for an answer here, Freya."
My eyes widened at his response and again I hesitated. He couldn’t be serious right? I took in a shaky breath before responding, "Tell you what, I'm not meeting my friend until eight. So, if you want to take me on a date you can do it beforehand or another day."