“Fuck, Hallie,” he groans, his chest against mine and his voice vibrating through me. My throat is suddenly tight as I nod.
“I know.” It’s all I can say, and when he lifts his head, for a moment, I worry about what he might see there. Suddenly, it feels like he can see past every wall, past every whisper ofjust this once,andI don’t need anyone,to the soft place I’ve kept to myself for seventeen years.
But then he blinks, and his face is nothing but heat and need as he slides out and then slams into me. My head falls back, and I moan his name.
“The most fucking perfect sound I’ve ever heard,” he groans, eyes locked on me, and he pulls back and thrusts again. “My name on your lips when you’re full of my cock.”
In another world, I’d have a million different witty comments. Instead, I just nod, lips parted as he fucks me, hardand fast, the orgasm in me building faster than ever in my life. His head dips, kissing me for a moment, and my legs lift to wrap around his hips and get him in deeper. Each slam into me makes a satisfying noise that fills the room, his balls slapping against me and adding to it, his grunts and groans blending with my mewls and moans and creating the most erotic soundtrack.
“Jesse,” I pant after a few minutes with panic in my chest as the most all-consuming pleasure builds in my stomach, something so big I’ve never experienced it before.
“So fucking good. So fucking tight. So. Fucking,” he says, then stops, groaning. “Need you to get there.” I nod quickly, my pussy tightening. “Your cunt’s too fucking good. Need you to come with me.”
I nod again, and then when his thrusts speed up, each one hitting deep, hitting me right where I need it—each one building that ball tighter and tighter—until on the third or fourth thrust, I fall apart, screaming his name. He slams into me one last time, then groans into my neck, my name sounding like a prayer as his cock twitches inside of me.
For the smallest, most insane moment, I think that I’d really like to know what it felt like for him to fill me with his cum. I blink that one away, shaking my head as he pulls out.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, panting as he rolls off me, lying on the bed beside me.
“Yeah.”
“Holy.Shit,” I repeat, because what else do you say when your childhood crush fucks you into another century?
“Yeah,” he says again, this time with a chuckle. He turns to the side, planting a hard kiss on my cheek before rolling out of bed. I shift to my side and watch his tight ass as he goes. I didn’t get a chance to really look at him naked before, but now I take my fill.
“Where are you going?” He turns to face me, his cock still semi-hard, a hot-as-fuck happy trail moving down his chest, leading straight to his cock. His arms are muscled, his shoulders broad, and suddenly, I want him all over.
He smiles at me with the most devious grin on his lips. “Gotta go throw this out, then get refreshments.”
“Refreshments?” I ask with a laugh.
“I’ve got one night with you, Hal. I’m using it to my full advantage.”
And then he turns to walk off. When he’s out of sight, I reach over for the pillow and let out a girly squeal into it.
EIGHTEEN
I wake against a hard chest and, for a moment, panic.
But that panic eases when a familiar pine smell fills my senses and when a rough hand scrapes along my back, gliding up and down.
“You up?” a familiar voice rumbles, and I lift my head, looking at him through squinted eyes.
Everything aches in the most delicious way, and memories from the night before flood my mind.
Jesse finding me in the woods when I went out looking for the deer.
Having a full-on breakdown in Jesse’s arms.
The hot tub.
Never Have I Ever.
Everything after that.
With the memory, a chill runs through me.
Nope, I tell myself.No way, Hallie. That was yesterday. It stays inyesterday.We are not mentally recounting that right now, not when we’re still in bed with the man.
