Jillian’s hands funneled into my hair, pulling and tugging as I teased her, my tongue rolling and licking between her folds. She told me what she wanted, begged me for more, and arched into me as I drew her closer to her climax.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Jillian groaned. “You promised fingers, Hutch. Please fuck me with your fingers like I know you can.” She pulled on my hair. “Two, use two,” she whispered when I met her heated gaze. I had watched plenty of porn in my lifetime to know the female anatomy. I dropped my hand and slowly slipped my index finger inside. Jillian clenched and pulsed around me. Jesus, that was hot. “More, baby. One more.” She released my hair from her grip to attack her nipples. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I groaned as I did as she asked, and when my middle finger slid inside, Jillian cried out with pleasure, her head falling back against the pillow. Fuck, I was going to come again just watching her. I began to fire off short licks against her clit as I moved my fingers in and out.
Jillian screamed out her release, her muscles clenching and her body convulsing as she flooded my mouth before she finally relaxed and stopped to catch her breath. “Hutch,” she whispered my name.
I felt my ears burn pink. I don’t know why all of a sudden I was embarrassed. I started to get up, but felt her hand on my elbow. “I just...I need to wash up,” I assured her before I walked to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet, washed my hands, my cock, and then my face before I tossed the cloth into the hamper. I didn’t expect to find Jillian standing behind me with her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s an OCD thing, Jills, not you. Please don’t make this any weirder for me.” I dropped my gaze to my feet.
“Should I do the same?”
“No.”
“Are you okay?” She tilted her head to make me look at her.
I nodded.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” Jillian dropped her arms before she took a step closer. “Did you like my mouth on your dick?” My cock stirred at the memory. “Or your fingers in my—”
I clamped my hand over her mouth. “Yes, but if you say it out loud, I’m going to have to do it again.” I chuckled, pulling Jillian against me. “Promise me something.” I sighed softly as her arms snaked around my waist.
“I promise that I won’t tell anyone.”
My heart swelled in my chest. I was fucked with a capital F. “Jillian.” My voice didn’t sound anything like mine, and I couldn’t find it in me to form any coherent sentence as she pulled back to look up at me.
She ducked her head slightly. “We should probably go to sleep. It’s late.” She started to walk back to the bed, but turned to move toward the living room where she grabbed the shirt she was wearing when I came home, and slipped it back on over her head. “Come on, baby.” Jillian flashed a quick smile before she moved to stand by the bed. She remembered that I liked to be on the inside by the wall, and this time, my throat felt like it was closing up.
I stopped to pull a pair of clean boxers out of my dresser to wear to sleep before I climbed into the bed where Jillian joined me and snuggled up into my side. She always smelled so good, no matter what. Sometimes it was flowery, but tonight, it reminded me of peppermint. I felt her fingers start to draw circles on my stomach, and I couldn’t help but hold her even tighter. Jillian wouldn’t be here much longer, so I wanted to enjoy this moment as long as I could.
I stared up at the moon, wondering if things would ever feel as perfect as they did right now.
***
The rest of the weekseemed to fly by in the blink of an eye with Jillian and I spending all of our free time together. Tuesday night, she came over after practice, showered, and then gave me another blowjob in the kitchen before I even had the chance to cook dinner. Of course, I had to return the favor by throwing her onto the table, and making her come not once, but twice, before we decided to order takeout instead.
Wednesday, I had therapy. I found Jillian waiting for me in a lace bra and underwear when I got home. Thursday was more of the same. Oral sex was amazing, but what I enjoyed more than that was having Jillian sleeping next to me at night. Her warm, soft body pressed to mine as she slept was probably my favorite part of our relationship. Friday morning, we were getting dressed when Jillian told me her sister had texted her.
“You want to go on a double date?” She hooked her bra behind her back and then pulled the straps up before she glanced up at me. “With your brother and Jo?” She chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “It’s weird, right? You don’t want to do it?” Jillian turned back around to yank her tights up over her waist.
“Okay.”
She spun back around. “Is that okay yes, or okay it’s weird?” Her eyes were lit up like starlight.
“Both,” I admitted before she threw herself into my arms. “I just want to make you happy, Jills, that’s the only thing that matters.” I chuckled as she jumped up and down.
Jillian clapped her hands together. “Honestly, Hutch.” She spun around on her toes before she jumped up in the air. Fuck, my girl was so graceful.Shit, my girl.Was Jillian actually my girl? Could I call her that?
“You make me happy,” she blurted out before she spun around with wide eyes. “No, you do. You make me so damn happy I want everyone to know.” Jillian grabbed her leotard from her bag to quickly put it on before she dashed across the room, yanked open the door, and was out onto the steps. “Hutch Kelly makes me happy!” she shouted. “Do you hear that, Ocean View?” She giggled hysterically before she sprinted back into the apartment. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I love you.The thought flashed through my mind so fast I stumbled. “Because you make me happy too.” I managed to answer her just before she jumped up into my arms. I caught her and laughed loud and hard for the first time in so long I couldn’t even remember. “You make me so happy, Jillybean, and I feel alive when we’re together.” Like I used to, but I left that part out.
A wide smile spread across Jillian’s face. “Hutch.”
“Jesus Christ, what’s all that shouting about?” Pat muttered as he whipped my screen door open. “Shit, am I interrupting?” He noticed the way I was holding Jillian in my arms. “Was that you screaming like a lunatic out there, Jill?” She scrambled out of my arms before I could stop her.
“I should go before I’m late.” She shoved her dirty clothes into her gym bag before she hooked it over her shoulder. “Hutch, I’ll text you after I hear back from Jo.” She was red as a tomato right then.
“Jills.” I tried to stop her so I could give her a goodbye kiss, but she ducked under my arm. She wiggled her fingers at me before she nudged past Patrick and disappeared out the door. “That’s fucking great.” I sighed as I glared at my brother, who looked clueless.
