Falling Down

Chapter Nine
Lucy
"Did you just use a key pad to unlock your bedroom?"
"Yep."
"Why on earth…?" I ask as I'm hanging upside down, considering biting his tight ass.
He gently sets me to my feet, holding me up while I get reoriented.
"We used to throw tons of parties--"
"Not anymore?" I interrupt.
Jesse walks over and relocks the door and I fight the urge to press a hand to my belly to calm down those freaking butterflies mosh pitting in there.
"Sometimes. Not nearly as much as we used to."
"Let me guess. Women like to go into your room and snoop, take things, or lay there naked waiting for you."
Jesse grins. "Lucy, I really love the way you think."
"Are you trying to tell me I'm wrong?"
"Nope."
"Good, because if you did I'd call you a liar."
His grin fades fast. He walks closer to me and runs the pad of his index finger down my cheek. "There's one thing you'll learn about me, Cupcake. I don't lie."
"Oh come on, Jesse. Everyone lies."
"Not about stuff like that. Not about the important stuff."
"Who decides what's important?"
"Well, right now that'd be me and I'm deciding that it's really important for you to press that body up against mine so I can get you naked."
I walk up to him and do just that--press myself against him. He's close to a foot taller than me, even with my three-inch heels, so I'm not able to wrap my arms around his neck as I'd like to. I rest my hands on his chest and I just can't believe this is real.
I'm standing here with Jesse Kingston--the six feet three inch rocker, school girl crush, and one sexy motherf*cker. I do a mental head shake.
His finger rests gently under my chin and raises my face so I'm looking at him. He looks so serious. I suppose this is serious.
"I like when you look at me, Lucy. I want you to watch me while I make you mine," he leans down and kisses my lips. My eyes drift closed when his tongue slips in and tangles with mine. He tastes so good. He smells fantastic with his signature Jesse scent of ocean, sandalwood, and yum.
His hands drift to my back, sliding up and down, down, down until he cups my ass and pulls me closer to him. I let out a soft moan and he breaks the kiss.
"The noises you make are so f*cking hot."
I blush. I can't help it.
"I don't want you to help it. I want you to keep doing it."
Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud.
His hands slide up my back and his lips lick, kiss, and nip at my neck and jaw. I can't keep my eyes open but I don't think he minds right now. He can't see me anyway.
What if he finds my body lacking when he gets me naked? I mean, I'm not really big-chested like a lot of the fake groupie whores he's been with, I'm sure. I'm a very modest C-cup--meaning I could get away with a B cup if I had to, depending on the fit.
"I don't think I'm doing this right if you're still thinking," he murmurs against my neck.
"I'm sorry."
"Uh-uh. No need for sorries no matter what, alright?" he asks meeting my gaze. I nod and he nods back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I try to look away but he won't let me.
"No hiding. You've got no reason to hide here, Lucy. It's just me and you."
I blow out a breath. "That's just it."
"What?"
"It's you."
"What do you mean?"
I step back and walk over to the table next to the bed and kick my shoes off. I throw my arms up. "It's you!"
"Yeah, and?"
"Jesse, come on."
"I'm just a guy, Lucy."
"No, you're not. You were my schoolgirl crush--a fantasy. Now here you are standing in front of me, ready to get naked with me. On top of that you're this mega rockstar who has had so many women that you probably lost count years ago. You're a rockstar who probably knows more about pleasuring a woman than--than the women themselves."
He folds his arms over his chest and watches me pace, his face void of any expression.
"Go on," he encourages.
"Ugh, you want me to spell it out?"
"Please do because I thought we'd been over this already."
"We have been. But…" I break off as I stop, head down. I'm just going to blurt this out, get it out there. I hate making myself vulnerable but maybe he can fix that if I tell him what I feel.
"But…"
I look up and meet his gaze. "I feel inadequate, Jesse."
His eyebrows raise and his surprise couldn't be more evident. "What? Are you kidding me right now?"
I shake my head and bite my lip.
He steps forward and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I love when he does that. It makes me feel sexy.
"Lucy, you're beautiful--beyond beautiful."
"Not just that, Jesse," I whisper.
"Inadequate sexually?"
I nod.
"I really don't think that's going to be an issue, Lucy."
"I'm not a virgin but I'm not all that experienced either. I mean, oh you know what I mean."
"Again, likely not an issue, not with the chemistry between us."
"But--" he presses his index finger to my lips, cutting me off.
"Why don't we address these issues one at a time?"
I nod. What else can I do with his finger against my lips than be quiet and let him take over? I'll admit, him taking over sends a little thrill zinging through my body.
He steps back and sits on a padded bench at the end of his bed. He starts unlacing his boots and removes them and his socks. When he's finished, he walks up to me, standing behind me. Then he reaches up and starts unzipping my dress and my breath falters.
You've got this, Lucy. You can do this. You want this. You're sexy, you're smart, and this incredibly sexy rocker that you've lusted over for nearly half your life wants you. You! You can give as good as you get. Give it, Lucy.
When the zipper presses against my lower back, he doesn't push the dress off my shoulders and I don't hold it up, yet it doesn't fall. He walks around in front of me and crosses his arms and I look up at him from underneath my lashes and wet my lips with my tongue.
He meets my gaze. "Shrug."
I do and the dress falls. He blows out a breath that is more of a hiss. "Holy f*ck."
He steps forward and traces a finger along my collarbone. "Lucy."
"Huh?" is all I can manage when his finger dips down into the cup of my bra and rubs against my nipple.
"It's a crime for you to hide this body."
He steps forward and presses his lips to mine, giving me close-mouthed kisses, no tongue, but it doesn't detract from the passion he brings me. His hands cup my breasts and gently squeeze.
He steps back.
"Your belly button is pierced."
"Uh-huh."
"I thought it was part of the costume for the shoot."
"Nope."
"F*ck, that's sexy."
"I'm kind of disappointed you took your lip ring out."
He grins. "I didn't want to wear it on our date. Had I known it turned you on…"
He trails off and just stares.
"Know what?"
"Hmm?"
"I think we're going to go with your earlier suggestion."
I can't remember what I said. What did I say? Oh…
"Really?" I squeak.
He nods. That's one way to break the tension. No thinking, just rip-each-others-clothes-off-f*ck-against-the-wall sex. I nod back and then our mouths crash together, tongues tangling and our hands are everywhere. He's unhooking my bra as I'm lifting up his shirt. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room where it lands next to my bra.
I'm unbuckling his belt and he's sliding his hand between my legs. I moan as his finger rubs against my throbbing *. I unbutton his pants and unzip them. He backs me against the wall.
"I want to leave your garters on this time," he growls in my ear as he tears my panties off. Tears. Them. Off. Oh my God.
I push his pants and his boxer briefs down his legs and he steps out of them. I'm not wasting time here. I want to know what he feels like and I am dying to have him inside me. I'm liking this no-thinking thing.
He leans down and pulls a condom out of his wallet. Oh yeah. Now we're talking, I think… then I look down and my eyes widen. There is no way that's going to fit. No way. I've had sex before but wow. I try to back up but I come up against the wall.
He rolls the condom on. "It'll fit and we'll go slow until you get used to me."
"I’m not so sure…" The man is huge. If he were anyone else and I didn't want him so much, I'd be outta here.
"Trust me, Luce."
I nod, eyes wide but full of desire. He cups his hands under my thighs, lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and press my mouth to his. I want him to have no doubts as to how much I want him. That was never in question.
He slips his finger down between my legs, gliding down my slit to my opening. I should be embarrassed that I'm dripping wet for him but when he slips a finger inside, I lose all train of thought.
"You're so tight, Lucy," he says sliding a second finger inside. "Let's get you ready."
A moan is all I can manage for a response as his fingers glide in and out of my p-ssy, slowly but deeply, deeper than he went in the car.
When he starts pressing kisses to my neck again, I can't hold still. I want more, I need more. I want to feel him inside me.
"Jesse."
"Not yet," he says against my neck then licks me there.
His fingers move faster, harder, and I can't hold myself still. I start moving against his hand.
"There you go, Lucy. Take what you need. I want to feel you come all over my fingers." He begins circling my * with his thumb and I'm teetering on the edge.
"Oh God, Jesse."
"You're so close. I can feel it. Let go."
I throw my head back and continue f*cking his hand. He presses his thumb harder against my * and I moan louder.
"Yes, just like that…" I moan
He chuckles. "You're so f*cking sexy."
I moan again when he circles harder.
"Come for me, Lucy. Come for me so I can slide inside you."
Those words alone throw me over the edge and I cry out. "Jesse!"
"There we are, give me all of it. Jesus, I can't wait to feel that around my cock." He works my p-ssy and my *, drawing out every possible second of pleasure until I stop moving. Then he rubs the tip of his erection against my * causing my entire body to jerk. I'm still sensitive from my recent orgasm.
"I could get you to come again just from this but I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you do."
He positions the tip against my opening and meets my gaze.
"Slow."
I nod, eyes wide because I really don't know how he's going to fit.
The head slips inside and I gasp.
"Okay?" he asks, watching me intently.
"Mmm, it just feels good." God he's huge.
He smiles. "Good. A little more." He pushes upward and lets me slide down at the same time, slowly, inch by inch, stretching me more than I've ever been stretched before. It burns, the stretch, but it hurts in a good way.
"Jesus, Jesse."
"You okay?"
"Mmm, yeah, you're so huge."
He grins. "I told you you'd say that."
I moan when he slips in further. "Mmm, yes you did."
"Almost there, can you take more?"
I nod. "I just need a second." Holy Jesus. I'm stretched so full with him inside me… I've never felt anything like it before.
He pauses and kisses below my ear and flicks his tongue against my lobe. He meets my gaze.
"I'm not hurting you?"
I shake my head no. Need is taking over and oh my God I want him all the way in me now.
"I want to feel all of you, I need more, Jesse." I feel full but it's not enough. I want everything. Every last inch of him buried inside of me.
"You've got a greedy p-ssy, baby," he says pushing into me quickly until his balls press against my ass. "F*ck, Lucy. You feel incredible."
"Unh," is all I can manage. I need him to move so I clench my p-ssy around him. He's so thick I can barely move.
"F*ck, if you do that I'm going to lose control."
I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging a bit until he looks me in the eyes. "Do it."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Only the best kind of hurt. Move Jesse," I say sternly. He just stares at me. "For f*ck's sake Jesse, f*ck me already."
That's it. He snaps. "You want me to f*ck you? Hang on, baby."
His lips meet mine and his tongue aggressively duels with mine. He pulls out and slams back in. Oh my God. I've never felt anything it. I've never been so full. He starts moving at a steady pace and it feels so good, I feel my orgasm building already. Incredible. I usually have issues coming a second time.
"Oh my God, Jesse."
"Harder?"
"Yes. Faster," I say as I tilt my hips and he slips in even deeper. He groans and I cry out. His hips thrust faster and harder and when I can't stand it anymore I reach up and grab hold of his shoulders and start to raise and lower myself, meeting his thrusts. With this motion, my * rubs against his abdomen, my nipples against his chest, and the tingles begin.
"Lucy," he moans. "Watching your tits bounce, your head thrown back, while you ride my cock is the sexiest f*cking thing I've ever seen."
I moan back in reply. "I'm going to come."
"Come for me, Lucy. I want to feel that incredible p-ssy squeeze me my cock."
Jesus, he's good at the dirty talk and it's turning me on even more.
"Look at me."
I force my eyes open. A few more brushes of my * against him, a few more thrusts and the tingles become a dull ache and then I'm coming, so hard, so incredibly hard, I can't catch my breath. Maybe I can't catch my breath because I'm screaming out his name. I suck in gulps of air as he hammers into me faster and harder, his fingers digging into my ass. He's so incredibly f*cking sexy in this moment, his gaze locked with mine, and then he lets go with a long, loud groan. His hips keep moving as he comes and comes and comes, grunting with each spurt of his release. I continue moving my hips, wanting to milk every drop of cum I can out of him.
He presses his head into my neck and just rests there, his breathing as heavy as mine. I run my fingers through his long hair, my cheek resting against the back of his head.
Jesse lifts his head and meets my gaze, his expression somber. I'm not sure what to make of this so I just wait. I think he's still processing what just happened and I haven't even begun. My brain is scrambled.
"I'm going to be honest with you, Lucy."
The tone says he's disappointed. I nod, already feeling tears brewing at the back of my eyes and I breathe deep to force them away. I don't need to do that. Not now. Not here.
"You were worried about your body, about you not being hot enough or sexy enough. You've got the sexiest curves I've ever f*cking seen, Lucy. That's no lie. I knew you were hot but under the clothes…" he shakes his head.
I feel better hearing this. But now…
He reaches up and cups my face with his hands.
"You were worried, feeling inadequate?"
I nod.
He blows out a breath, closes his eyes, and slowly presses his lips to mine, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back and walking backwards. He sets me down on the bed, slips off the condom and throws it into the trash. He turns the bedside lamp on and a warm glow fills the room.
Oh God. It was awful for him. He can't think of how to tell me. I look up at the ceiling and blow out a breath, willing myself not to cry. God, I'm such a baby.
Then he pulls back the blankets on his bed, lifts me into his arms, placing me on the bed, head resting on the pillows, his chest lying on top of mine and the rest of him is between my legs. He's propped up on his elbows, staring into my eyes, and I don't know what to think.
I reach up and tuck his hair behind his ears so I can see his face and he smirks.
"I don't have words."
What? My brows pull in as I frown.
"I know, right? A rocker and songwriter who can't come up with a few words."
"What?" I'm a little more than confused.
His gaze drops to my mouth and his finger traces my lips. "That, what we just did? It left me speechless. I'm not f*cking around either. You stole my breath."
I just watch him, unsure what to say. I didn't totally suck! Inside I do a crazy happy monkey dance.
"You're so f*cking sexy, Lucy. God, you're just incredible," he drops a kiss to my lips and rocks his hips against mine. My eyes widen. He's hard again.
"I want you again, Lucy."
I nod. He opens a drawer and grabs a foil packet. He rips it open then sits up and rests on his knees as he rolls it down his thick length.
He looks up at me again. "Do you want me, Lucy?"
"Yes," I nod.
"Let's see." He dips a finger into my wetness and hums. "So wet." He slips a second finger in then slides down the bed, kissing my thighs and calves as he repositions himself, his head between my legs.
Oh my God. I'm fighting the urge to squeeze my thighs together. He can see everything down there. I've never had a guy go down on me with the lights on.
"Such a pretty p-ssy. I'm going to tastes you now, Lucy. I've been dying to do this for days and I can't wait anymore." His tongue snakes out and runs up between the lips of my p-ssy and then down to my opening. He pulls back, closes his mouth and his eyes, and swallows.
"You taste so sweet." He circles his tongue around my opening, then gently closes his lips around it, licking up my juices. He lets out a hum and my eyes roll back in my head when his tongue laps at my *.
"Jesse," I whisper.
"So good," he whispers and continues licking, lapping and sucking at my p-ssy. When he slips two fingers back in, I can't hold back my moan of pleasure, and when he curves them just right and they hit that secret spot, I reach down and grab hold of his hair.
I can feel his smile against me but I don't care. It feels too good to care if he's smug right now. I am losing my mind. I have never, never come four times--including the car. Ever, and I'm getting really close to doing just that.
"Jesse," my breath catches and he looks up and meets my gaze. He takes one last lick then moves up my body. He sits on his knees and pulls me forward, draping my legs over his thighs. Then he thrusts smoothly into me.
He groans and his eyes close as he holds himself still. He opens and meets my gaze.
"You okay?"
I nod.
"Sure?"
I nod. "Just… f*ck, Jesse."
He chuckles. "Mmm. Feels fanf*ckingtastic." With that he begins moving, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His hands slide beneath my hips and he tilts them up.
"Christ you're so hot and wet. So f*cking tight."
With each thrust, he grinds his pelvis against my * and soon, too soon, I'm hovering on the edge of the orgasm I thought was lost.
"There we go," he whispers. "I want you to come again, Lucy, because I'm getting close." His hips are slamming into me, hard and fast, his gaze locked on mine.
"I can't control myself when I'm inside your body, when you squeeze my cock and grip it so tight."
I moan and he grins. Oh, that grin, it's devilish. He drops his head to my neck and starts licking and kissing, moving faster and harder, his hips pistoning into me, his balls slapping against me and I am lost. The orgasm overtakes me and I call out to Jesse, each pulse stronger than the last and then he calls out my name with a roar, then bites my neck--yes, bites me!
"Your p-ssy… fuuuuck… takes everything from me." His body jerks against me, our bodies prolonging each others' pleasure until we're both left panting and limp.
"Holy f*ck," he says against my neck.
"Unh," is all I can manage as I thread my fingers through his hair, my head resting on the pillow, my eyes closed.
We lie there in silence a few minutes and then I feel his lips curve into a smile. He lifts his head and I open my eyes to look down at him.
He disposes of the condom then lays back against me, his elbows on either side of my chest, his mouth kicked up in that oh-so-sexy half grin.
"Lucy?"
"Jesse?"
"You were worried you'd be inadequate?"
I nod, biting my lower lip. He reaches up with his index finger and smoothes over my lip. "Don't. Your lips are too pretty."
My lips are pretty? No one has ever said my lips were pretty before. My eyes, sure. My hair, yeah. But my lips? I'm oddly flattered.
"You're far from inadequate. If you were any better I'd be dead."
I roll my eyes. Whatever. Typical guy response.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I don't know how to do this, Lucy. I don't normally talk to the women I've f*cked."
I nearly flinch, but stop myself before I do.
"So, I'm trying because you're nothing like them." Okay, that's better. "All I can think to say is your body is perfect, the sounds you make are sexy as f*ck and turn me on to the point I could come within seconds. Just thinking about them is starting to get me hard. And I'm not going to bullshit you. I've f*cked a lot of women."
"Groupie whores," I snarl.
He grins and nods. "Groupie whores. But it's never been like it is with us."
"Which time?" I ask.
"All of them. F*cking mind-blowing."
"Hmm."
He lifts a brow in question.
I lift a shoulder and deadpan, "It was alright."
For a few seconds a look of disbelief freezes on his face, then he throws his head back and laughs an all-out, belly-rolling laugh in a way I've never heard or seen before and it's beautiful watching him laugh.
He tickles my side. "You are a brat."
I squeal. "No tickling, please, please, Jesse."
He kisses my lips softly. "You hungry?"
I nod. "Starved."
He gets up from the bed. "Stay there a minute." He walks beautifully naked into his bathroom and I now see the tattoos covering his entire back and shoulders. I knew he had them up his arms, but I didn't know they went that far. I need to touch those nipple rings later--after I lick his tattoos. When he comes back into the room I note he has one down his left thigh as well. I'll have to thoroughly inspect them later.
Jesse pulls the covers back. "Open."
"What?" I'm asking as he gently presses a warm, wet cloth between my thighs cleans me. It's the sweetest, gentlest gesture and so uncharacteristic of what I'd expect from Jesse. He is such a contradiction. Such a bad ass rocker, tough and rough, tattooed bad boy, but then he's got a soft side that he's slowly starting to reveal.
He tosses the cloth into the hamper. He opens a drawer and grabs a shirt. He walks over, pulls it over my head, and I slip my arms through. The sleeves go down to my mid-forearms and the length nearly reaches my knees. It is, of course, a black, awesomely designed Falling Down t-shirt.
"It's a little big."
"You already told me that, but you adjusted," he grins.
"Oh my God."
"You already said that too. Multiple times, in fact." He pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs and a t-shirt.
"Jesse!"
"Oh yes, you screamed that out many times as I told you, you would."
All I can do is laugh as he stands there, looking so seriously smug. I walk over to him and climb up his body. His hands lift me and rest under my ass.
I cup his face in my hands.
"Jesse Kingston."
"Luciana Russo."
"You are incorrigible."
He nods. "I am."
I laugh again and he grins. I press a kiss to his lips.
"Feed me!"
"Oh, I'll feed you… food first. Cock after."
"Incorrigible!"