And yeah, I wanted her to take what she needed, but Christ… I was only fucking human. And I’d wanted this, wanted her like this, for an inhumanlylongtime.
I grabbed her neck and pulled her down to me. “You’ve got about five seconds,” I panted into her ear, gripping her hip with my other hand, “to tell me topullout.”
“Don’t pull out,” shepantedback.
Her eyes met mine, and the thought came into my head: What if I knockedherup?
And itturnedmeon.
I was gonna shoot.Immediately.
She reached around behind herself and rubbed me off, her hand and her pussy strangling me as my orgasm hit, hot and fast… mind-blowing. I grabbed her tits, squeezing as I blew into her, molten heat jetting from my body as waves of pure ecstasy rocked through me. I pretty much left the planet for a fewseconds…
It was Jessa’s soft scream that brought me back toEarth.
She was coming on my cock, and all I could do was watch in breathless awe as tears rolled downherface.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, “I’ve never…” She was still riding me, milking out every last drop with her tight pussy as I groaned beneath her, utterly fucking useless. Her hair was all damp with misting rain and sweat and sticking to her neck, herchest.
Then she collapsed on top of me, her warm, wet body slick against mine. I locked my arms around her, panting, but I wasn’tcomingdown.
I may never come downagain.
Instead, my heart was gonna explode, because I had Jessa in my arms, my cock was still inside her, and I was never letting her go. Shewasmine.
At least, according to me. Andmycock.
I’d finally fucked her.She’dfuckedme, and there was no coming back from that. And yeah, in that moment, Iknewit.
I was fuckingdonefor.
ChapterSeventeen
Jessa
Ispent the next day,after spending the night in Brody’s bed, at the church, making music with the band—the whole band. Elle and Dylan were there this time, and it wasawesome.
But I also spent a lot of that time—whenever I thought I could get away with it—daydreaming about my night with Brody… and fantasizing about the nightahead.
And I couldn’t stopsmiling.
Zane even asked me, joking, if I was high. At least I was pretty sure he wasjoking.
I was also pretty sure they all knew I’d spent the night with Brody in his room; for one thing, we’d both disappeared upstairs pretty early, and for another, I was wearing yesterday’s clothes. But other than a few sly glances, no one bugged me about it. Not even mybrother.
Late in the morning, I texted Brody to ask him if I could make him dinner at his place. I was planning to tell him I’d think about his invitation to stay with him. The truth was, I wasn’t feeling all that comfortable at Roni’s anymore, what with all the coke-snorting bikers coming around for gang bangs. But I wasn’t about to move my stuff into Brody’s and get comfortable, when we still hadtotalk.
Since I was leaving for L.A. tomorrow, I wasn’t going to rush that talk. Not when we could spend tonight enjoying each other instead. The kind of talk we needed to have wasn’t the sort to be rushed anyway, I toldmyself.
I was planning to make Brody fajitas, because I rocked at making fajitas, and tell him over dinner. I thought that might soften things, so he didn’t take it as a rejection. More of a “let’s wait and see.” Because when I thought about having that talk, the one we’d have to have when I got back from the shoot, I couldn’t imagine him still wanting me to stay with him after we’dhadit.
So mostly, I tried not to thinkaboutthat.
Brody:I have a meeting at my place. U can join, though. Fajitas sound awesome if u don’t mind cookingfor3.
Me:Soundsgood
I was disappointed we wouldn’t be alone, but it didn’t really change anything. We’d still have time to talk after his guest left, maybe while we undressed each other, before allthesex.
