He tried to keep his eyes open, so that he could watch her. That familiar, beautiful face doing those things to him.
Jessie Jane.
Jessie Jane Hancock.
“I need … no more of that,” he ground out he pushed her away from him with great effort. He deserved a medal of honor for that.
“I was enjoying myself,” she said.
“Me too. Too much. That’s not how I want it.”
“What about how I want it?”
“I don’t think that’s how you want it.”
Her cheeks went pink, and he reached over and grabbed a condom out of the box. Then he moved toward her and put his hands between her legs, stroking her until she was whimpering, until she was moving her hips in time with his rhythm. Until he knew she was right on the edge.
Then he lay down on his back, grabbed her hips, and brought her down over the top of him. “Ride me.”
“Flynn I … I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“Judging by what you just did to me, you absolutely know what you’re doing. You know what I want. I want you. Get on me and ride.”
She bit her lower lip, and he gripped the base of his shaft, angling it upward as she lowered herself slowly onto him, and took him in inch by devastating inch.
He nearly blacked out.
Judging by the way she was digging crescent moons into his shoulders with her nails, she was close too.
“That’s right,” he said. “You might be kind of a bad girl, but you’re a good girl for me, Jessie Jane. So make it good.”
She moaned and began to rock her hips back and forth, the subtle movement driving him crazy. Then she began to move, establishing a rhythm that was both too slow and too fast all at once. Too much.
She cried out, and her internal muscles pulsed around him, and he gripped her hips, driving her up and down on his length for a moment before he reversed their positions, completely out of control now, just following the beat of his own pleasure. She cried out again, and he let go. Her name on his lips, desire a beast that grabbed his throat and wrung him out completely.
Left him damn near dead.
He lay on his back, his forearm thrown over his face, and Jessiemoved up to him, snuggling her face into his neck. They were lying sideways on the bed, and he realized his feet were hanging off. He didn’t care.
“Wow,” she said.
“Damn straight,” he responded.
“That was … that was incredible, actually.”
“Well, thank you.”
“I can stay the night?”
“You have to stay the night,” he said.
“You don’t have to be bossy,” she said.
“I’m bossy,” he responded. “As we just covered.”
“Well then, in that case …”
She slipped away from him and moved up to the top of the bed, sliding beneath the covers, and snuggling into his pillow. She was on his side of the bed. But then, he had always slept in this bed alone, so he supposed he didn’t really have a dedicated side.
