After circling her clit, I slide down, the very tip of my thumb dipping into her center, and she tightens, trying to get me to stay, but I move back, sliding to circle her clit before repeating the process. This time, I go a bit deeper, her pussy stretching along my first knuckle before sliding out, and she mewls in protest. I chuckle against her lips, pressing to mine, but no longer able to focus on kissing.
“Jesse,” she moans.
“Patience, Hal,” I say, circling her clit and then brushing over it, this time making her hips buck.
“I need you.”
The sound is enough to give her anything she wants, and I groan a low “fuck” before shifting my hand, widening my legs to, in turn, widen hers and give me room to play. Then I position two fingers at her entrance and press in.
“Wait, wait,” she says, and my entire body stills.
SEVENTEEN
“Wait, wait,” I say, common sense breaking in for the smallest moment as the tips of two thick fingers pause at my entrance. Jesse’s head snaps back, eyes wide, panic on his face, and if I weren’t so thoroughly turned on, I’d laugh.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, my words coming in halted breaths. He smiles and starts to slide his fingers further into me. The stretch is absolutely fucking blissful, enough to melt my mind completely, but I know I need to think rationally for just a moment. I wrap my hand around his wrist, my fingers not making it all the way around but stopping his movements either way. He pauses, but his fingers stay half buried inside of me, and I lick my lips, mentally trying to catch my bearings. “We need rules.
“Rules?”
I nod, breathing heavy. “Yes, rules. One night.” A finger bends, and I force myself to hold on to the thread of sanity that’s becoming harder and harder to grasp. His cock twitches against my thigh, and I want to wrap my hand around it so badly, to feel him, but this is important. “One night. Just to scratch the itch,sate my curiosity.” I accidentally shift, and his fingers slide in deeper.
“Get it out of our systems,” he says, and I groan in relief that he’s on the same page.
“And then we go back to normal,” I say. His head drops, pressing a kiss to my neck. If he moves to my ear and tugs my earring again, I’ll be a fucking goner. “You don’t want a relationship, right?” I ask.
“No,” he says.
“And you promise this won’t come to bite me in the ass?”
“I mean, I might bite you in that ass but?—”
I let out a laugh without meaning to, slapping his arm and giggling. Igiggle.
I’m naked in a hot tub about to have a one-night stand with Jesse fucking King, and I’m giggling.
Twenty-year-old Hallie would absolutely belosing her mindif she could see us now.
Eighteen-year-old Hallie—who thought Jesse King was the hottest person known to mankind—would be squealing.
Sixteen-year-old Hallie—who wroteHallie Kingin the margins of her journals—would be having a full-on meltdown, but I never plan to tellthatversion of me about this.Thatversion would read into things far too much.
And this is just for one night.
A night with Jesse King.
A single night of pleasure and fulfilling this need that haunts me every time he’s close enough to touch.
What could go wrong?
Common sense would probably tell me a million different things if it could, but I don’t actually buy a single one of them. Every leak is perfectly patched up. He doesn’t want to date until Emma is out of the house. I don’t want to datehimbecause whenthings go wrong, because thingsalwaysgo wrong, I’d be the one left with nothing.
We’re on the same page.
“One night,” I say, letting go of his wrist and moving that hand to rest on his chest.
“Then I’d better get started now, huh?” he says, and then, without any warning, he fully seats his fingers into me. I groan, but it’s swallowed when a greedy hand moves to the back of my head, pulling my face to his and devouring me in a deep kiss as he pulls out and slides back in. My hips move, riding his fingers as pleasure ignites, flooding my veins and taking over every aspect of my consciousness. All I can think about is Jesse, his fingers, feeling good, and gettingmore.
