He pushes his hips against mine. I can feel his hard cock nestle against my belly.
“Worth the hype,” I get out between gasps.
I can feel his grin against me as he suckles my neck. “What else have you never done?”
I shake my head as our hips move against each other, stoking the heat building in my core.
“No,” I press my lips to his neck. “It’s your turn.”
“My turn?” he hisses as I give a light suckle.
“Never have you ever…” I prompt.
“Never have I ever…” he gives a light chuckle as I find a ticklish spot behind his ear. “Never have I ever gotten hickey.”
My lips freeze. Now it’s my turn to gape. “Really?”
“Look, maybe it’s more popular in Kansas than Nevada. But no, never have I ever.”
“Well.” I open my mouth against his neck and begin my work. “Let’s change that.”
Within minutes, he’s the one pulling my mouth back to his urgently, leaving a red mark in his wake.
More and more layers of clothing disappear as we whisper “never have I evers” that are more like dares.
“Never have I ever given a man head while he was sitting in his office chair.”
“Never have I ever eaten a woman out on my desk.”
“Never have I ever come twice in one hook-up.”
All leading to the moment when we’re both gloriously naked, and I’m laid out over his desk.
Jesse feasts his hungry gaze on me as he steps between my thighs. He pumps his throbbing condom-covered cock. He rubs the head of it over my slick slit. My toes are practically curling.
“Never,” he whispers huskily, “have I ever,” he lines himself at my entrance, “wanted someone as badly as I want you.”
“Prove it.”
The words are barely out of my lips as he thrusts inside of me with one hard push. I suck in a breath as he holds still, giving my body time to adjust to his size.
He leans forward to kiss me, strong and sweet this time. When I lift my hips up against him, he takes the silent hint to move inside me.
As I start to come for a third time, the thought that runs through my head is “never have I ever had my world rocked so hard.”
Later, after we’ve both slipped our clothes back on and exchanged a few more kisses, Jesse rests his forehead against mine.
“Doing okay?” he asks, his hands still at my waist like he isn’t ready to let go yet.
“Fine,” I say a little too quickly. Still somewhat shocked—but equally delighted—by the turn of events. “I just… need to run to the restroom.”
He nods, seeming to understand my need for a moment to myself.
“Sure. I should check on the bar,” he says, voice rough.
My lips are tingling. I feel dazed in the best way.
“And I should… fix my face,” I admit.
