Falling Down

Chapter Eleven
Lucy
I swear I smell apples. I'm dreaming. I have to be because when I open my eyes, Jesse Kingston is kneeling above me with a forkful of apple pie hovering over my mouth.
"Unh," is all I can manage and he chuckles.
"Wake up, Luce. We've got pie to eat."
"Jesse," I whine.
"Lucy," he says in an equally annoying tone. "You know, you're going to hurt my feelings."
I give him a skeptical look.
"I made this pie and you don't want any of it. That's harsh and hurtful."
"I was sleeping."
"You're not anymore."
"Thanks to you."
He grins that sexy grin of his and I sigh. I hold the sheet up to my breasts and sit up.
"Here," he says, moving the fork of pie toward my mouth and I open. The taste of sour apples and sugar and cinnamon bursts on my tongue. "This is so good."
"I know."
"Wow. Arrogant much?"
"Nah. I just know I make damn good pie."
"Hmm," I say snatching a plate of pie away from him. "I think maybe your mom's recipe has a little something to do with the awesomeness of this pie."
"True. But I still made it."
"Mmm," I moan as I take another bite of pie. "Your mom's a genius."
With this, Jesse frowns. He's actually pouting. He is too cute.
"Turn that frown upside down, mister. You've baked a fabulous pie."
"I'm not sure I want your compliments now."
"Awww, poor Jesse. I didn't stroke your ego hard enough?"
He looks at me. "I've got something you can stroke."
I laugh. "Let me eat my pie and I'll do just that. On second thought…" I break off, setting the plate down on the bed and leaning forward. "Lose the boxers, Jesse."
He raises a brow and smirks.
"Whatcha got in mind, Luce?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
Jesse strips his boxer briefs off and sits back, resting on his elbows, legs stretched out, his cock semi-erect.
I lift a brow when I see it and he shrugs. "I've been sporting a semi or full hard-on since I saw you singing on that stage."
"Well, let's take care of that for you, shall we?"
I lean forward and Jesse rests his hand on my shoulder halting my progress.
"What?"
"I thought you were sore."
"I am, but what does that have to do with me giving you a blowjob?"
Jesse raises his eyebrows. "Nothing, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you unsatisfied."
"Yeah, pretty sure that's not an issue, Jesse. How many orgasms did you say you gave me?"
"Five."
"Right. And how many did you have?"
"Two."
I nod. "There you go then." I push his hand off my shoulder and reach a hand out for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his rapidly-hardening flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jesse lets out a soft grunt then lays back on the bed and folds his hands under his head. Awesome. His body is mine, and what a sexy body it is. He's muscular all over. His legs and calves are thick and well defined. His abs sport more than a six pack, I count--a solid eight pack. His arms are large, so large I can't wrap two hands around them, but not so large they look disgusting. I really hate overdone muscles, especially when they get all veiny--like when the veins stick up all the time. Gross. I saw Jesse's back and ass earlier--perfection. His body is nothing short of yum.
I stroke his cock slowly. He really is a very big boy. It's no wonder I'm sore. Over fourteen months of no sex and then I get a guy with a porn star cock. Yeah, I'm a lucky girl, but ouch. Soreness.
I climb up and straddle his legs. Jesse watches me and I don't break his stare as I slowly lower my head and swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock. His eyes drift closed and a low moan drifts between his lips.
I want to please him as he pleased me. When his eyes open and his gaze locks onto mine, my lips envelop his cock and I slowly take him into my mouth, wrapping a hand around the base. There is no way I'll ever fit that bad boy in my mouth no matter how far I can deep throat.
I work his length as best as I can, using my other hand to stroke, and I must be doing something right from the sounds Jesse's making.
"Sweet Jesus, Lucy. Your mouth wrapped around my cock is f*cking incredible."
His fingers thread through my hair and I know he's going to take control soon. I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can.
"Fuuuuuuck."
I stifle my grin. Yeah, I thought he'd like that. I do it again and again until Jesse's hips start to thrust. I slide my free hand up and gently tug on his nipple ring.
"God damn, Lucy. Your mouth is so f*cking good."
I stroke his cock with each thrust of his hips, with my hand and my tongue. I tighten the suction and he groans louder.
He thrusts deeper past the resistance of my throat over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair. I slide my other hand between his legs and gently cup his balls. He lets out a grunt.
"Holy f*ck. You suck me so good and so deep."
"Mmm," I hum and he groans again. I slide my tongue along the underside of his cock while I suck now and his breath catches.
"Fuuuuuuck. Do that again."
I do and he moans long and loud.
"I'm going to come."
"Mmm," I hum again.
"You might want to move, Lucy."
Move? Is he kidding? That doesn't give him the ultimate pleasure. Besides I'm dying to know what he tastes like.
"Lucy--"
I roll his balls gently with my fingers, tug harder on the nipple ring with my other hand and that does it.
"Fuuuuuuck," he groans out his hips jerking as his release hits and his cum splashes into the back of my throat. I continue to bob my head up and down, keeping him deep while I swallow every drop of his semen.
"F*ck."
Don't get me wrong, I'm normally not a swallower, but this is me fulfilling fantasies. I likely won't get another shot after the next few days so I'm taking everything--and I want to leave him with memories he won't soon forget.
I lick his softening cock clean and sit back on my heels. Jesse's eyes are closed and he's got a smirk on his face. I crawl up next to him and snuggle into his chest, taking for granted the fact that even though I want to snuggle, he may not.
He wraps his arm around my back and his fingertips start running up and down my arm.
"I really like your bedroom."
"I really like you in it."
His bed is, of course, a California King, and so amazingly comfortable. The color scheme throughout the room is hunter green, black, and royal blue. There are a total of four doors in this room, all cherry wood, as are his dressers, tables, and anything wooden within the room. I love cherry wood. How he found perfectly matching accenting rugs to go throughout the room, I have no idea. Likely an interior decorator.
One door leads to the bathroom. When you first enter the bathroom there's the sink and long counter top and all the way down is a door to where there's a toilet and standing shower. On the opposite wall is the Jacuzzi.
The second door is an amazingly huge walk-in closet. It's more like a room inside a room. It's crazy and he doesn't even have it half way filled up. It's sacrilegious and I made sure to tell him so.
A third door leads to a sitting room with a sofa, loveseat, and two La-Z-Boy loungers. There's a huge TV, a game system, and a media center. The room is tricked out.
"Your bad girl came out to play," Jesse says pulling me from my thoughts.
I nod. "She did."
"I wasn't sure if you'd let her."
I shrug. "She deserves to have a little fun, doesn't she?"
"Mhmm, she does."
"Well, there you go."
He remains quiet for a few minutes and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. I hope he's not thinking this is a normal thing for me--swallowing and blow jobs because that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Stop."
"Hmm?"
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"Thinking."
"I'm--"
"Yes, you are and you need to stop."
"You don't even know what I'm thinking."
"I'm sure it's not good."
He rolls on top of me and looks into my eyes. He starts playing with my bottom lip with his index finger.
"I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, but it needs to stop."
"I--" Jesse cuts me off with a press of his finger to my lips.
"You're in there," he taps my temple, "putting yourself down because you let yourself do what you wanted. Second-guessing yourself, thinking that I think bad things because you are really f*cking good at giving head."
I shrug. Bulls eye.
"Best blow job of my life, by the way. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Luce. You were f*cking amazing. There is no shame in enjoying sex or being good at it."
I huff and he lifts a brow.
"I hardly ever do that, just so you know."
"I never thought you did. I'm sure you keep that bad girl locked up pretty tight but I'm glad you're comfortable enough to let her come out and play with us."
I nod.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, because holy f*ck woman, you blew my mind," he says, rolling onto his back, his arms flopping over his eyes. "I still can't feel my f*cking toes."
I smirk then sit up and grab my plate of pie and finish eating it. I reach over for the bottle of water on the bedside table and take a long drink.
I eye his plate of pie laying on the bed by his feet, then look at him. He's not looking. I want that pie. It's so good. I look at him again, still not looking. I quickly swap my empty plate for his and start eating again, giggling.
I'm on my fourth forkful when he eyes me. I give him a smile and take a sip of water. He smiles.
"You're liking my pie, huh?"
"Mmm, so good."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. In fact, it's so good," I say forking another bite into my mouth, "that I'm eating yours."
He stills. "You--what?" He sits up and sees the empty plate by his feet and then looks at mine which only has the back part of the crust left so I pick it up and take a bite.
"What the f*ck, woman. Now I gotta go all the way down to the kitchen to get more pie."
I shrug. "You should've brought the entire pie."
"I would have if I'd known you were a pie stealer."
I laugh. "I have a weakness for sweets."
"Good to know."
"Planning on use my weakness against me?"
He smirks that devilish half-smile. "Only in the best possible way."
"It's 4:30 in the morning, I'm sitting in bed, naked, with the hot and sexy rockstar that is Jesse Kingston, filled up on apple pie that he made from scratch, sore from phenomenal sex--I'm not sure there's anything that could top this moment."
"I've got the next three days to work on that."
***~~~***
Jesse gave me a half-day reprieve from the f*ck-a-thon we had going on before he pounced and I certainly wasn't complaining.
The weekend was filled with seriously amazing sex, lots of laughs, good conversation, and delicious food. Jesse is a culinary genius. Too bad he isn't relationship material. He'd make for a great boyfriend.
I stuff the last of my clothes into my weekend suitcase. The time went by too quickly and now it was time to say our goodbyes.
Jesse steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"You don't have to leave so early, Luce."
"I do," I say, tilting my head to the side giving him easier access to drive me crazy. "I've got a lot of things to do before we get caught up in the whirlwind of Blush."
"Mhmm. That's what it'll be too." He bites gently on the skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I sigh.
His hands drift up to cup my breasts. "Jesse," I whisper.
"I have to have you one last time."
I'll be walking funny for days but it's going to be oh so worth it.
Jesse turns me around to face him and cups my face in his hands. He stares at me long and hard, his head slightly tilted to the side and it's like a feeling of déjà vu from six years ago. It's like he's searching for something but I don't know what.
"What is it?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing."
He leans in and gently brushes his lips across mine, slowly increasing the pressure, then his tongue is sweeping inside my mouth to slide against mine. He's ruined me for all other men. Not just because his cock is amazing and he can bring me to orgasm like no one else--including myself--but because his kisses are magical. Sometimes slow and sweet and other times intense and passionate.
He pulls my camisole over my head and drops it to the floor. Next goes my bra, then shorts and panties.
"You should've just stayed naked."
Like he did. God, he's beautiful. I never did get a chance to trace all of his tattoos like I wanted. I'd start then Jesse would roll me underneath him and sex me up.
He walks me backwards toward the bedside table and reaches for a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on.
He dips his fingers between my legs testing to see if I'm ready. I'm more than ready.
"Your p-ssy is always dripping for me, Lucy. It's f*cking sexy as hell."
"Mmm," is all I can come up with as he circles his fingers around my *. When I start to get close, he pulls back and I let out a cry of frustration. He chuckles.
"Not yet. I want to take my time and enjoy this last time with you."
I nod.
"Crawl on the bed, Lucy, and stay on all fours."
I love how deep he gets when he takes me this way. He positions himself behind me and slowly slips inside me, pulling out and then pushing in a little further.
"God, Jesse."
"You feel so f*cking good. You're so god damn tight. I've never felt anything like it."
I feel the orgasm he cut me off from starting to rebuild and I push back to meet his hips. He smacks my ass with his hand and I yelp, looking back at him in surprise.
"Stay still."
Oh my. The more he thrusts inside me, the more I feel the need to move, to search for the orgasm lingering on the horizon.
I gasp when he plunges deep and holds himself still, circling his hips. He lets out a groan. The sensations feel overwhelming, so good, I need to move. I arch my back and press back into him. He smacks my ass again, harder this time and I yelp again. He rubs his hand over the sting.
"I told you to hold still, baby. Don't disobey me or I'll have to tie you up."
I meet his gaze over my shoulder. "Seriously?"
"I'd find something to tie you up with."
"You're into the kink?"
"Not usually, no."
"What? I bring out the caveman side of you?"
He chuckles. "Something like that."
He smacks my ass again and my p-ssy clamps down on his cock. He groans and rubs his hand over the redness covering my ass.
"You like being spanked, huh, Luce?"
"I've never been spanked before."
"Your p-ssy gets so tight and you gush with each slap. Your body loves it and that's really f*cking hot."
His thrusts get a little faster, a little harder and I moan. I'm so close. My * is throbbing and tingling. One little brush would send me over the edge.
I reach between my legs and almost get my hand to its destination when Jesse smacks my ass again.
"I told you to be still. That means no bending down and touching, no moving. You don't get to rub your *. Only I get to. You'll come when I'm ready to let you."
"Savage."
Jesse laughs then spanks the other ass cheek and pulls my hips even closer. He holds himself deep, pulling back just a little before pushing back in fast and hard. Each short thrust wrings a moan from my lips.
"Jesse, please."
"Please what, baby?"
"I need to come."
"Not yet."
"Brute."
He laughs again. "Let it build up so high and tight that when I touch your * and slam my cock deep into you, you explode."
"F*ck me harder Jesse."
He grunts and obliges. His hips slamming against my ass, his balls slapping against my * with each push of his hips, and it has me hanging on the edge again. I need to move. Just a little so when his cock goes in hard and deep, his balls hit my * just right.
I can't help myself, I shove back to meet his hips, searching for that orgasm that has me desperate for release. He feels so good f*cking me, but I need to come so bad.
Smack. My p-ssy tightens around his cock and he grunts.
"Jesus, Lucy."
"More, Jesse. Please."
"Soon, baby. Soon. Let it build."
"I can't wait."
"You can and you will."
I growl in frustration and he laughs. I see nothing funny about this situation. He has me desperate and writhing and he won't let me come. Cruel-hearted man.
I wiggle my ass, remember how it drove him crazy when I did it before, and he grunts. Smack.
"Your ass is going to be too sore to sit on if you keep disobeying me, Lucy."
He's rubbing his hand over my heated flesh as he takes his time f*cking me, going slow, then fast. Going gentle, then hard. It's so inconsistent that it's driving me crazy.
"Please, Jesse."
"How bad do you need to come?"
"So bad, Jesse. Please." I can't stand it anymore. My head hangs down.
"You want to come now?"
"Yes!"
He grunts. "Okay Lucy. I'll let you come. But you're going to come again because it feels too good when you squeeze my dick tight inside you."
"Oh God."
He grunts. "Hang on, baby."
He thrusts hard and fast, his hips pistoning into me, his balls finally hitting my * in just the right spot. In less than a minute I'm coming so hard and long that I can't catch my breath. It spreads throughout my body, going to my toes and the top of my head. I tingle everywhere as my walls convulse around Jesse's really f*cking magnificent cock.
"Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good. Come on my cock, Lucy."
His dirty words turn me on even more and I'm still coming and I can't catch my breath.
"Holy shit. Oh my God," I cry out and I feel another orgasm right there. "Jesse."
"Oh yeah," he says hammering into me, "you're going to come again aren't you baby?"
"Yes, oh God, yes," I scream out his name as the second orgasm slams into me harder than the first, each wave crashing fiercely.
"God damn, your p-ssy grips me so tight. It's all I can do not to come."
"Come, Jesse."
"Not yet. You're going to come again."
"I can't Jesse," I tell him, my weight resting on my elbows now, my forehead pressed against the bed.
"You can and you will."
"Jesse--"
Smack. "You can and you will."
He pulls out and flips me over. His eyes are glazed over with desire, passion, lust.
He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and slides back inside me. He grunts.
"You feel so f*cking good. I could come right now but I want you to come with me and I'm really enjoying the way your p-ssy feels around me."
"I don't know if I can."
He smirks. "You can."
He grips my hips tight and starts thrusting deep, so deep I feel the tip of him touch my cervix. "Oh God, Jesse," I groan.
"There you go, baby. You like it when I nudge you deep?"
"Yes," I hiss. I can't stand it. I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down the crack of my ass. I have no idea how the hell he gets my body to respond like this, but shit.
He groans. "You're getting close again. Your p-ssy's squeezing me. F*ck yeah."
He thrusts deep and hard and with each nudge deep inside, I get closer and closer to the edge. So, close.
"Jesse, please."
"Almost there."
He f*cks me and f*cks me and f*cks me some more and just when I think I can't take any more, he slams into me so hard he starts pushing me across the bed. He pulls me back to him and slams into me once, twice and I'm flying, screaming his name and I really don't care if they can hear me on the other side of the house. My toes curl, goosebumps pop up all over my body, my nipples tingle, and the orgasm goes on and on.
One more hard, deep thrust and Jesse lets out a shout of, "Fuuuuuck Lucy." Then he grunts and breathes heavily with each spurt of cum that my p-ssy milks from him. He keeps moving and coming and I see the surprise on his face. Now he knows how I feel and I'm so f*cking glad he found that with me.
"Christ," he says and thrusts one last time before flopping down on top of me. I slip my legs off his shoulders, down to either side of him. His face is buried in my neck, his breaths coming fast and furious. "What the f*ck was that?"
I giggle. Yes, I actually giggle. "Now you know how I felt with that last one. I couldn't even breathe."
"I love when you scream my name like that. That's what made me lose control."
"Mmm, happy to help."
"Shit. I don't want to move." But he gets up and disposes of the condom, then climbs back between my legs and on top of me. I wrap one arm around his back and toy with his hair with the other hand.
"I can't believe you spanked me."
"You f*cking loved it. You keep surprising me."
"Do, uh, you do that a lot?"
"What? Spank?" he asks against my neck.
"Mhmm."
"Nope. Lucky you."
"My ass is still burning."
"But your p-ssy is singing."
I laugh. "It was more like screaming."
"Screaming for more of my cock."
"More like begging for mercy. I'm going to be so, so sore."
"Your p-ssy and your ass. Hell yeah."
"Caveman."
"F*cking A. You'll remember who f*cked you good and hard all weekend and who spanked that sexy ass until you came all over my dick."
"Jesus, Jesse. The dirty talk gets me all horny."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I know."
"I can't go again. I'm so sore."
He grunts. "Good."
I try to think back and count how many times we had sex over the last four days, not limiting it to penetration, and I can't remember. I'm sure Jesse knows since he's been counting my orgasms.
"How many times did we have sex?"
I feel his smirk against my neck. "Why? You going to write it in your diary?"
"I might. There's lots of stuff in my diary about the hotness that is Jesse Kingston."
"Twenty-three."
"How did I know that you kept count? Seriously twenty-three?"
"Mhmm."
"My vag is never going to be the same."
"Nope. You'll always remember these last four days."
I sigh. That's what I'm afraid of. I'm never going to get over him and as he lays here on top of me, his breaths wafting across my neck, I know that what was once a crush is so much more than that. I'm all kinds of f*cked up over Jesse Kingston. Sex complicates everything. I may not be in love with him but I'm pretty f*cking close. This is so not good. Really not good.
I keep running my fingers through Jesse's hair as his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep. I could get used to lying just like this with this man. I could love him. It's just too bad he can't love me back. I sigh inwardly. How am I supposed to get over him now?
There'll be distance. Likely I won't see Jesse up close and personal ever again and the thought of that sends a pang to my heart. It hurts to know that. Why the hell did I think I could handle this with him and walk away unscathed?
Yeah, the things he did to my body have been glorious but my heart got involved somewhere along the way--likely in seventh f*cking grade. I've probably been in love with him for the last eleven years. Can you be in love with someone you don't really know?
What the f*ck am I thinking? In love? I'm not in love with him. I could be and probably would be if I had even just a little more time with him which is why my having to leave is a blessing. It's going to save me and keep me from breaking.
"Jesse," I shake his shoulder gently.
"Hmm."
"I need to use the restroom." And then I need to run like the fires of hell are blazing on my heels.
He rolls to the side and I pad to the bathroom. I do my business and wash my hands. I splash some cold water on my cheeks. My face is flushed and glowing. Shit.
I twist my hair up into a messy bun and head back to the bedroom to get my phone. I need to call Max for a ride.
Jesse watches me as I do, his expression unreadable. My heart is pounding so hard I honestly feel like it's going to jump out of my chest. Fear. Pain. Anxiety.
Jesse meets me at the end of the bed where my clothes litter across the floor. He's eyeing me warily.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay?"
"Of course."
I turn the water on. I don't need to turn around to know Jesse's standing behind me. I step under the spray, leaving the shower door open knowing he's coming in with me.
He grabs the body wash and squeezes some into his hands. He works up a lather then motions me forward. I step toward him and he begins washing my body, starting at my neck, working down the front of my body, then paying the same wonderful attention to my back. I look up at the ceiling and blink back the tears I don't want him to see. I rinse my body off. Then, being the masochist I am, I take the body wash and wash his body. While we're in the shower not one word is muttered yet each time our eyes meet there's so much being said.
I don't want you to go.
I have to.
I wasn't expecting this.
Neither was I.
Lucy.
Jesse.
I rinse my hands and Jesse steps under the spray. I step out of the shower and dry myself off quickly then wrap the towel around my body. I step into the Jacuzzi room and stop in front of the mirror. I look like shit. Ugh. There's not much I can do about it now. I walk into the bedroom with Jesse right behind me.
He slips on his boxer briefs and picks up my lavender lacy boy shorts and holds them out for me to step into. He gently and slowly tugs them up my legs and over my hips. Next he stands and slides my arms through my bra straps, positions the cups, then hooks the back. He straightens the straps and even adjusts my breasts. I should be embarrassed by this but after everything Jesse's done to my body over the last four days, I can't even muster a blush.
"Your underwear is so hot. Do you always wear that? The lacy and sexy shit?"
"Mhmm."
"Damn. I'm going to be picturing that every time I see you on TV or in a magazine."
I step into my shorts as he holds them, then slides them up my body, his fingers caressing my thighs as he does. He buttons then zips them. He pulls my camisole over my head and pushes my arms through each hole before tugging it straight.
His gaze locks onto mine and I feel the telltale prickles starting behind my eyes. No. I can't cry. Not here. Not now. This can't happen. My nose twitches and he smirks.
"Itch?" he asks, itching my nose for me.
Shit. Why is he being so sweet? I can't handle this.
"I should go, Jesse."
He nods. "I know you have things to do before tomorrow."
Oh God. I close my eyes for a brief minute.
"I do."
I slip my sandals on and stand there looking at him as he stares at me.
He steps forward and pulls me into his arms, holding me close. Oh god, oh God, oh God. Tears blur my vision. No. No Lucy. No. Look up and breathe. Just make it out of here before you lose it.
"Lucy."
He presses kisses along my forehead, cheek, jaw, chin and finally to my lips. Just a soft brush of his lips against mine and he pulls back, his thumb and forefinger hold my chin and I know he sees the shimmer of tears in my eyes but he doesn't say anything.
"Jesse," I breathe. "Thank you for this weekend."
He nods.
I step up on tip toe and press my lips to his, my hands framing his face. I hold my lips to his, lingering, before I step back. I grab my suitcase and pull out the handle so I can roll it out. A lone tear rolls down my cheek and I brush it away. I head to the door before more tears fall. Pressing the code quickly, I open the door. I can't help myself, I look back.
I'll never forget this moment as Jesse stands there silently watching me, meeting my gaze as tears threaten to spill over. When I feel the first one start to fall, I smile and whisper, "Bye Jesse."
"Lucy," he says, taking a step forward. "This is 'see you later'."
I shake my head. I gasp for breath as I fight the tears building, racing down the stairs to the front door where Max is waiting for me.
I wish that were true, Jesse, but sadly I think this is the last time I'll ever see you. Thank you for everything. You're an amazing man and I'll never forget you or this weekend. I press a kiss to my index and middle fingers and blow it to him as the car lurches forward and takes me away from this dream and back to my reality.
Goodbye Jesse.
Jesse: You saying goodbye doesn't work for me.
Lucy: What?
Jesse: Your goodbye isn't accepted and that means we're not done. I'll see you soon, Lucy. This is far from over.
I don't respond, I just rest my head back on the seat, close my eyes, and hope like hell I can make it out of this in one piece.