“It just… feels… wrong…” I managed to repeat, as his lips brushed a hot trail of sparks up my neck.
“Mm-hmm.” His tongue flicked my ear, sending a shiver down my back, straight to that magical erogenous zone at the base of my spine. “Like good wrong?”
I yanked a hand free, planted it in the middle of his hard chest and with a massive effort, pushed him away, the inch or so he would give. “No,” I kinda lied. “Just wrong.”
“Interesting...” he said against my neck, because his mouth was already there again, kissing and nibbling a trail to that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The man knew every button to push… and lick… and stroke. At the same time, his hand found its way up my thigh, beneath my skirt. “You seem to like wrong.” His fingers pressed up into the damp heat of my panties, massaging my softness, making my knees nearly buckle.
“Jesse…” But the man was fast, and he knew what he wanted. He had my skirt up and my panties askew in less time than it took me to draw my next breath, which was sharp and ended with a bitten lip, because his tongue was between my legs.
“Mmm, Katie,” he groaned.
“Ung. God. Stop that.” My newly-freed hands found the top of his head and my fingers delved into his hair, gripping him tight rather than pushing him away.
“Does this count as sex?” he asked between slow, hot licks.
“Oh, God… if you don’t know the answer to that… we have a problem.”
His hot breath tickled my thighs as he laughed, but I didn’t look. I couldn’t,wouldn’tlook at what he was doing, all over that sweet spot in that way he did that was about to make my head explode... among other things. “Ah... Jesse...”
“Mmm.”
I lost the ability to form words and resorted to ragged panting. My body hadn’t forgotten the attention it had received in the car; I was so worked up all it took was one mistaken glance at him between my legs and I came. The orgasm was sharp and hot and intense, and for a matter of minutes all I could do was roll my head from side to side as he licked me, his hands on my thighs holding me up. If he let go, I would’ve slid right down the wall into a heap on the floor.
“That’s...so... unfair,” I gasped when I could speak again.
“Just kissing you goodnight.” He kissed my quivering flesh, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my core.
I worked my hands between my panties and his face and covered myself.
“Your oral fixation is just going to have to redirect. Can’t you take up smoking again?”
He laughed. He got to his feet and kissed me, long and deep, his mouth wet with my arousal. “I prefer cherry pie,” he said when he came up for air. He had his hands in my hair and he held me close, my face tipped up to his as he kissed me again.
The man was irresistible. And so fucking hard. I couldn’t help it; my hands were all over him, rubbing up and down the hard length of him through his jeans. And his eyes darkened in that way they did, and I was hooked.
Jesse Mayes aroused, for me, was an aphrodisiac.
The world’s most addictive drug.
The highest high.
“Katie,” he whispered as I went down on my knees and unzipped him. I had the evidence of what that goodnight kiss had done to him in my hand, long and hard and thick, and the feel of him was intoxicating, all silk and heat and need.
I took him in my mouth, driven by his groans, and felt him lean into the wall above me, holding himself up. “Katie,” he breathed, and when he came for me, he groaned and cupped my face in his hand.
I swallowed him down and stroked him until he shuddered from the intensity.
“I think we’re gonna need to redirect your oral fixation,” he said above me, panting. I looked up; he was leaning on his forearm on the wall, looking down at me. “Have you ever thought about taking up smoking?”
I laughed, and he pulled me to my feet and kissed me, like he never wanted to stop kissing me.
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Sometime later, after a shower and a lot of sleepy groping, we ended up in bed in the dark. Jesse was inside me again. We were in this kind of delirious, over-tired but frantic daze, clutching at each other, moving in a slow, hungry rhythm, his body pinning me down, my thighs spread under his weight until they almost hurt, my legs wrapped around his waist, and all I wanted wasmore.
I could feel nothing, think nothing, but Jesse.
My heels dug into his muscled ass, my fingernails sank into his flesh, his tongue in my mouth as he possessed me. I came, a slow, rolling boil this time, my body bucking beneath his with nowhere to go. He held me tight, breathing with me as he kissed me, his chest heaving in time with my own. He made me his with every possessive thrust, again and again and again, and my body didn’t care if it wasn’t real. I came again as he moved against me, sucking back my kisses and stealing my breath until I had to break away, panting.
