I swallowed past the sudden dry spot in my throat and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes narrowed, but only for a beat before he moved toward the bed, dropping straight to his knees beside it. For a second, I fantasized that he was about to beg me for… something. Anything would’ve been fine.
But instead, he smirked, grabbed my legs, and yanked me toward him until my behind was barely situated on the very edge of the mattress. Then he glanced up at me, those lips still curved into a smirk that made my panties even more damp.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “No talking, Jacque. Remember that, okay?”
My chin bounced up and down without my conscious consent to do so, but with his fingertips skating up the insides of my thighs toward my panties, I wasn’t conscious of much except how much I wanted him.
This Jesse was mine and only mine, the unguarded, dominant, but still caring side of him the media would never get to see. The Westwoods would never own this part of him either, which made it feel like, even just for now, it was the only version of him that truly belonged to me.
When his fingers reached the apex of my thighs, he brushed the backs of them lightly across the front panel of my panties and my hips bucked. I moaned out loud.
One of his fingertips found my clit through the fabric, and when he stroked it, I started shaking. I swore, no other man would ever have this effect on me. It just wasn’t possible. I spread my legs a little wider, hoping to encourage him as I shut my eyes and focused on just feeling all the things he made me feel—while I still could.
A few more gentle strokes of that fingertip later, however, I was just about ready to strangle him. My head kept shaking back and forth, every muscle in my body tense as he teased me. “Jesse!”
He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and I felt him smile against my skin. “Yeah, okay. I hear you.”
Seconds later, my panties were gone and his tongue was circling my clit instead of his finger, his hands keeping my legs spread wide as he took me to heaven and beyond. I thrashed under his grip, my hands tightening in his hair and pulling it so hard, it had to hurt.
Jesse just kept going, though. He slid a finger into me as he licked a line through my folds but only to the first knuckle. I was so sensitive that even just that made me tremble, my muscles clenching around mostly nothing and my hips arching into him.
“Jesse…”
He circled my clit one more time before he sucked it into his mouth, sliding that finger all the way into me at the same time. With his free hand anchoring my hip, he touched me everywhere all at once and I felt the orgasm speeding up on me, but every time it was within reach, he backed off just for a moment.
I writhed under his mouth, my inhibitions long since nothing but a myth when I was with him. “Shit, Jesse. Now.”
As always, he obliged me happily, sensing exactly when I was fully ready to surrender. He picked up his pace until the rhythm was perfect, his hand and tongue working together to send me into spasms of white-hot pleasure.
I screamed his name, my back arching. The poor neighbors were probably shoving their pillows over their ears, but right now, I didn’t give a bloody damn.Fucking hell, he’s good at that.
Still shaky in the aftermath, I pushed myself up and tipped my head back to look into his eyes. I reached for his belt without ever breaking eye contact. Jesse watched me without saying a word, his jaw still hard, but his chest heaving and his mouth still shiny withme.
My very bones felt like they’d been reduced to liquid, but my hands were steady as I undid his belt and opened his fly. Despite whatever else might be going on between us, we were good together like this. We practically read each other’s minds in the bedroom and physical compatibility had never been one of our many problems. I didn’t bother with niceties when I pushed his pants down and brought his underwear with them, using my foot to slide them down to his ankles so I could free up my hands.
I felt him move to kick off his shoes, but now that his pants were gone, so was my attention span. The only thing I could focus on right now was his cock, tall and proud, right in front of my face. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, stroking slowly as I flicked a glance back up at him.
I caught the strong column of his throat move up and down on a hard swallow. I lifted my other hand to his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one while I kept up my light strokes. It didn’t take long for his eyes to flutter shut, a deep groan rumbling through him as his hips started rocking in time with my motions.
Taking my cue, I opened my mouth and sucked him in, cradling the underside of him with my tongue just as I undid thelast button. He left the shirt hanging open, the defined muscles of his abs tensing with every slight thrust of his hips.
Desire sped through me all over again. Jesse was always gorgeous, always sexy, but like this? He was any sex toy manufacturer’s dream to have on their packaging. They’d sell out so fast, they’d never have any stock whatsoever.
I sucked harder, bopping my head a little faster, but I was also taking my time, like he’d done with me. Applying just the right amount of pressure to get him close, but not to take him all the way there.
When I looked again, his shirt was gone and his eyes were open, staring straight into mine. In that fraction of a second that our gazes clashed, I released him from my mouth and braced myself, and a moment later, he pushed me back down onto the bed.
The mattress dipped when he climbed onto it. He gathered me in his arms and lifted me straight off the bed, tossing me a little higher before he was on top of me. He kissed me hard, one of his hands coming up to cup my face while he held his weight on one bent knee on either side of my hips.
I kissed him back just as hungrily, but when I tried reaching for his cock again, he grabbed my wrist and abruptly broke the kiss. Panting as I looked back up at him, I caught movement in my periphery and saw him reach for a condom he must’ve dropped on the mattress at some point.
He rolled it on fast, those blue eyes silvery in the ambient light. They held mine when he repositioned himself between my legs. So many things passed between us in that moment, but then he thrust inside and the only word I managed to utter was his name, over and over again.
As soon as we were joined like this, I always felt like maybe we had a chance. That maybe the world could accept us together exactly as we were, but even those thoughts disappeared whenhe started moving inside me like he was already right on the edge.
Just the knowledge that he truly might be catapulted me right back there too. I matched every one of his thrusts with one of my own, our kisses growing sloppier as we each chased our own high.