I obliged, slipping my free hand down my shorts to play with my sensitive bud. It was crazy how I loved this. Being told what to do, yet knowing I always had a choice.
It was just a game, one we were both happy to partake in.
I picked up the pace, bobbing my head and stroking him with determination. I really wanted to see him unravel, see him relax. I should have known better, though, because Jesse tapped my chin and shook his head.
“Up.”
“But I’m not done with you,” I protested.
“Neither am I, but I want this to last.” He outstretched his hand and helped me stand. The second I was on my feet, he scooped me up in his arms and lay me down on his bed, shucking off my shorts like they were the most offensive thing in the world. “Where do you even buy something like this?”
“Victoria’s Secret. Why?”
He tossed my shorts over his shoulder. “So I can buy you one in every color available.”
I smirked. “Hate to break it to you, but that particular line’s been discontinued.
Jesse pulled off his shirt as he crawled on top of me. “Shame,” he murmured against my lips. “I guess you’ll have to do without them.”
I giggled. “Cheesy.”
He hushed me as he pulled my underwear off, pushing my knees apart before dipping down to return the favor. He licked a stripe up my lips and teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, humming in satisfaction.
“My girl’s already so nice and wet for me. What’s got you so excited?”
“You know—” I gasped, pleasure pulsing through me “—why.”
“You have to be a lot quieter than that, angel.”
Wally was only a few doors away. If I made so much as a peep, he could wake up and discover me with his father.
It was dangerous.
It was exciting.
His skillful tongue teased and prodded and circled, sending pleasure spiking through me at a relentless pace. My knees shook, my breathing was ragged. The only reason I didn’t grip the sheets for stability was because I was too busy clasping them over my mouth to keep from screaming. I whimpered through the climax, bright, hot, blinding heat sapping every ounce of strength from my body.
Jesse propped himself up on his elbows and smiled, looking very much like the cat who got the cream. “You’re welcome.”
“Are you going to say that every damn time?” I asked dryly, though there wasn’t any heat behind it.
“Yes. You better get used to it.”
I didn’t know what excited me more, his cockiness or the implication that we’d be doing this again.
Because I won’t be able to stop myself.
We stripped out of the rest of our clothes, immediately falling into each other’s embrace. Our lips connected like magnets, two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. His kisses were greedier than last time. Feverish and needy. He barely gave me time to catch my breath. I was dizzy and confused and desperately reaching out to make sure I stayed anchored. I had a feeling Jesse liked me that way: at his mercy.
He left me for only a few seconds to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer, returning to me before I even had time to determine which way was up. Just when I gathered my bearings, he gripped me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach, pressing kisses against my spine as he grabbed my ass in his massive hands.
“Enjoying the view?” I murmured against his pillow. I loved that it smelled like him.
He spanked me, swift and painless. “Quiet,” he warned.
But I didn’t want to be quiet. “You know, those aren’t even my shortest shorts.”
“Is that so?”