Falling Down

Chapter Fifteen
Jesse
Everyone murmurs their 'goodnight' as we head up the stairs and to my room. I walk Lucy into the bathroom and sit her on the counter.
"What're you doing?"
"I'm going to brush your teeth," I tell her putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. "Open." She opens her mouth and stares at me as I brush her teeth. "Spit." She does and I continue brushing her teeth clean. I fill a cup with water and hand it to her. "Rinse." She does. She's pretty good at following directions, even as trashed as she is. I hand her a full glass of water. "Drink up."
I brush my teeth and down a couple glasses of water.
"Need to take my makeup off," she says reaching for a bottle of makeup remover and some cotton balls. She stands up, ties her hair up in a ponytail, and removes her makeup. Then she washes her face and stumbles as she's drying it. She's so f*cking cute.
"Grab on." She rewraps herself around me.
"I'm a monkey, I'm a little monkey," she starts to sing. "I cling to Jesseeeee when he carries meeeee."
I chuckle at her half-assed attempt at rhyming.
"I am a monkey. I can prove it like I proved it the other night on the patio, remember?"
"I remember really hot f*cking sex on the patio where you blew my mind."
"Yeah, mmm. Wait. Monkey!"
I laugh.
"Okay, take your pants off."
I raise my brow. "Not even here twenty-four hours and already she starts with the bossiness," I tsk.
"No, no. I just want to show you. Pleeeeeeease Jesse?"
"You're an incredibly cute drunk, Lucy, and because you are, I'll do this for you." Hell, I'd do anything for her.
Bending forward, I unlace my boots and Lucy starts singing.
"I'm a monkey, hugging my Jesse. See?" her arms tight around my neck and her ankles hooked at the base of my back.
I chuckle and toe off my boots. "I see. Clever little monkey," I sing as remove my pants and bend over again to pull them off.
"Monkey!" she sings.
"You singing about monkeys reminds me of the Coal Chamber remake of Shock the Monkey."
"Ozzy!" she shouts.
She starts singing it and I sing with her.

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
Cover me, darling please
I carry her to the bed. I pull her shirt over her head and take off her bra. I slip her shoes off. I reach up and unbutton and unzip her pants. I start to pull and she lifts her hips helping me get them off. I let her sing the monkey parts

Moooonkeeeeey, Moooonkeeeeey, Moooonkeeeeey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

I quickly pull her peach lace boypants down her legs and there she is. Naked and beautiful and her tits are perfect.
"I like singing with you Jesse but I like it better when you're kissing me." She crawls up the bed on all fours and I groan at the sight of her naked ass, her p-ssy peeking at me from between her thighs. She pulls the covers down and flops back onto the pillows then wiggles her eyebrows.
I grin and pounce on her and she giggles. Best. Sound. Ever. Besides her moans, that is.
She rolls on top of me and presses her mouth to mine, not wasting any time before thrusting her tongue against mine.
"Mmm," she moans. "Jesse," she whispers as she kisses my neck.
"Hmm?"
She's straddling my lap, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hard.
"I have a secret."
My hands drift down her body to cup her ass, pulling her p-ssy against my hard cock.
"Tell me," I say against her neck.
She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access and I take advantage, kissing and licking and gently sucking, careful not to leave marks that the media would use against her.
"I'm really horny when I drink," she whispers loudly.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm." To prove her point she rubs her now wet p-ssy along the length of my dick.
"Damn, you're so wet."
"It's because you're so sexy and, oh yes, keep kissing there."
I chuckle and run a hand down her body, between her legs to cup her sex.
"Yes, touch me there, Jesse."
"Where do you want me to touch you, Luce?"
She doesn't respond and I don't move. She wiggles her hips in frustration.
"Tell me where you want me to touch you."
"I want your fingers inside p-ssy."
Well, damn. I wasn't expecting her to be so graphic and f*ck if my dick didn't just twitch when she said that.
I run a finger between her folds, parting her, gently rubbing over her *, then down, down to circle her opening.
"You're dripping."
"I know, do something about it already!" she says in frustration and I laugh.
"Jesse," she growls, it sounds more like a baby lion but it's cute as hell.
She reaches between her legs and grabs my cock, positions it to her opening, and slides down before I even have a chance to react.
"Jesus," I say, holding her hips as she sits up straight, slowly sinking down, taking my length inside her. My mind goes blank when she squeezes my cock with her p-ssy.
"You're so big, Jesse."
I grunt as she wiggles her hips, impaling herself on the last inch of my erection.
"You're so tight. You feel f*cking amazing, Lucy."
"Mmm," she says as she starts lifting and lowering her hips. She throws in the occasional hip swivel and I groan.
"Christ woman, you can f*ck," I tell her as she picks up the pace. She really can. Shit, that hip swivel thing is f*cking incredible.
She leans forward pressing her lips to mine and I reach up for her nipples. I pinch and finger them in the way I've found she likes and then she reaches for mine.
"Fuuuuuuck," I say as she gently tugs on my nipple rings. She's moving faster now, so god damn wet.
"You're going to make me come before I get you there if you keep on doing that, baby."
"Nuh-uh. You've got this," she says, tugging again.
My cock jerks inside her and she moans loud.
"Oh God, Jesse. That feels so good." She tugs again and my cock gives her what she wants. Jesus. How am I supposed to last with her p-ssy so wet, clenching so tight, her tugging on my nipple rings, and on top of that her moans are out-of-this-world sexy.
"Oh yes, Jesse, right there," she shortens her movements, hitting just the right spot and I slide my hand between her legs, my thumb circling her *.
"Yes, Jesse," she shouts, her hips moving fast and f*cking me hard, taking me deep, so f*cking deep inside her p-ssy I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her. She tugs my nipple rings one more time and I lose it.
My hips lift off the bed meeting her thrusts and she cries out, "Yes! God, Jesse, so good." I grunt and then moan when she swivels those f*cking sexy as hell hips.
"F*ck, Lucy, I'm going to come." The telltale tingling at the base of my spine, spreading to my balls and the base of my dick tells me I can't hold out much longer no matter how hard I try.
I thrust hard and fast, meeting her downward thrusts, pounding into her, I press my thumb harder against her * and circle once, twice and she throws back her head and moans out my name.
She's still got a hold of my nipple rings and as she leans back, coming hard, she tugs and I'm done. I start coming with a shout, the orgasm fierce and long, it just keeps going and then she comes again, her p-ssy clenching my dick harder and I see stars. I shit you not, stars.
"Holy fuuuuuuck," I groan.
"Oh yes, Jesse, I can't stop coming."
I can't take it. The pleasure is so f*cking intense even when our bodies still and she lies on top of me, her p-ssy spasms and my cock twitches. I need to f*ck her again. It's just not enough. I need more. And then I feel it.
"Shit, Lucy."
She sits up, noting my tone. "What?"
"I didn't wear a condom." What the f*ck is wrong with me? "I never ever forget a condom."
She giggles. "You did this time. It was kinda my fault."
I grunt. F*ck. Nope, that's all on me.
"It's okay. I'm on the shot and I'm clean." She looks at me warily. "Um…"
"F*ck. I'm clean, Lucy. I just had a checkup and I'm good. Besides, I never f*ck without wrapping up first."
"Except now," she says as I roll her over onto her back, my hips thrusting into her.
I nod. "Except now. I'd put a condom on but it's kind of like closing the barn door after the horse is out and holy shit does it feel good with you bare around me."
"You feel more?" she asks.
"Mhmm," I groan. "Condoms aren't all bad, but f*ck, being able to feel your wetness around me, feeling the texture of your p-ssy walls; that gets dulled down with a condom. And your heat, damn."
I f*ck her in slow, long strokes and she wraps her legs around my hips, locking her ankles at my lower back. In this position her head is even with my nipples and she leans up to lick one, tugging on the ring with her teeth.
"Lucyyyy," I moan.
"You feel so good, Jesse."
Her hips start to rise and fall, meeting up with mine, I take an extra second to grind my pelvis against her * and it doesn’t take long before she's moaning, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Faster, Jesse."
"Nuh-uh. Just like this. It feels too f*cking good to rush."
"Torture, you're torturing me."
"Torture by cock. You shouldn't complain, Cupcake, the way your p-ssy's squeezing my dick you're going to be coming soon."
"Mmm, I need to come now," she demands.
"Soon. Just let it happen, enjoy the feel of my cock sliding in and out of you, how your tight walls grip me." I thrust deeper, nudging her cervix and all I want to do is pound into her, f*ck her hard and deep, but I want this to last. It feels incredible. Like hot, wet velvet wrapped around my cock.
"Jesse," she moans, "Oh yes, yes Jesse," she chants as I thrust deep and hearing her calling my name in that breathy tone of pleasure triggers my need to get her off. I start moving faster.
"Yesssss Jesse."
"I want to feel you come all over my cock. Squeeze me tight and make me come with you. Christ, you're so hot and wet. I have to--" I break off as I thrust faster, deeper, her hips meeting mine again, her swivels matching up with my pelvic grinds and she screams out my name, literally screams, "Jessseeeeee!" and damn if I don't feel like a god damn caveman because I want to pound on my chest knowing I did that to her. The tightening of her walls around me pulls me from all coherent thought and I hammer into her and come with a roar into her neck.
"Fuuuuuuck." I come hard and it keeps going on and on, each thrust releasing more cum and more pleasure.
When she collapses back onto the bed, I fall on top of her, our bodies still shaking from the strength of our orgasms.
"Holy f*ck," she whispers.
"Yeah," I whisper through my pants.
"I think they heard me screaming," she says with a giggle. "I heard them cheering."
I laugh into her neck. "That was so f*cking hot, Lucy. You screaming my name."
"It was so good."
I grunt as I get up and head to the bathroom to wash up. I grab a clean washcloth and wet it with warm water then fill a cup with cold water and grab some ibuprofen.
I get back to the bed and kneel next to her.
"Spread your legs."
She eyes me warily but complies.
"Damn if that isn't a pretty f*cking sight. Our cum mixed and leaking out your p-ssy. I almost hate to wash it away."
"If you don't, you're laying in the wet spot," she says with a laugh.
I raise my eyebrows and hand Lucy the water and pills and she murmurs her thanks as I gently wipe between her legs until she's clean. I toss the washcloth into the hamper and crawl back into bed, snuggling up to her from behind, wrapping my arm around her and burying my face in her neck.
"Mmm," she wiggles back against me. "I'm sore again."
I grin against her neck. There's that caveman again pounding on his chest.
She lets out a sigh.
"What is it?"
"It's really going to suck when this ends."
"Who says it has to?"
She shakes her head. "It will. This won't be enough when you're out on tour and I'm touring somewhere else."
I grunt, not knowing what to say but hating that what she said might be true. F*cking hell. I can't imagine f*cking anyone but Lucy, but when we're drunk out on the road… I let the thought drift. Unless… huh. That thought has possibilities that make me feel better, good enough to pull Lucy back tighter into me. I smile into her hair as I drift off to sleep listening to her really cute drunk snuffle snore.
***~~~***
She wakes up, bolting upright and running for the bathroom. I follow and hold her hair back just as she throws up. And damn does she throw up. I reach over with my free hand to wet a cloth with cool water and hold it to the back of her neck as she pukes and pukes and pukes. Her stomach is a never-ending pit, I swear. She only ate three pieces of pizza. Jesus. Where is it all coming from?
I flush for her as she catches her breath and moans. I press the washcloth to her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Jesse."
"No, Lucy. Don't be sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry you feel so shitty."
"It was my dream that triggered it," she tells me getting up on shaky legs. I lift her up onto the countertop and hand her a cup of mouthwash. She rinses, gargles, and spits. Then reaches for her toothbrush and toothpaste and brushes her teeth and tongue before rinsing her mouth.
"What was the dream?" I ask as she drinks a cup of water.
She sighs. "F*cking press conference. Nightmare."
"Damn, babe," I say, pulling her to my chest. "You really have a lot of anxiety over that, huh?"
"And then some. I'll show you," she says, "as soon as my wobbly legs get back to normal."
I chuckle. "You sure you're okay."
She nods.
"Up you go." I carry her to the bed.
"I need my laptop."
"Stay put. Where is it?" I ask turning on the bedside lamp.
"In the laptop bag over by the window seat." I nod and grab it for her. I hand it to her and she pulls out the laptop, booting it up. When she pulls out a case and a pair of glasses and puts them on. I can't hold back my surprise.
"Damn."
"What?" she asks, oblivious.
"All you need is one of those long tight skirts and a white silk shirt, and with those glasses you could be a naughty school teacher."
The glasses are retro-looking, kind of the cat frames from 1950s, a dark brown color, and she looks sexy as hell.
She laughs. "You're such a perv," she says shaking her head and typing in her password.
"Wait. Hold the phone! What's your password?"
"Nevermind," she blushes.
"I saw it, I just want to hear you say it."
"Never," she laughs.
"Say it. You know you want to."
"I really, really don't."
"So, that's how much you love me, huh? I'm your password? Name and birthday. JKingston0121."
"Oh boy. Don't let it go to your head or you won't fit through the door."
I chuckle. "You're crazy about me, admit it."
"You drive me crazy, yes, that you do. Okay, here we go," she says changing the subject.
"What is this?" I ask as she pulls up a media file.
"My nightmare."
"Ah."
"Pardon me if I don't watch."
"You don't have to show me."
"I do. I want you to understand, about this anxiety. I'm really not being a baby."
I nod and she presses play. There she is, a younger version of Lucy standing behind a podium. She's smiling and reading from her cards. A bee buzzes around her head and she swats at it, lifting her hands and the wind takes her cards, blowing them all over the ground. I hear her gasp, but she recovers pretty well, looking nervous, wiping her hands on her skirt--then comes the Q and A portion.
They hammer question after question at her, not about her being in the movie that would go on to get her nominated for an Oscar, but rather about her being seen with the notorious womanizer she'd mentioned the other day. Question after question, even when she redirects them to the movie, they bombard her. I run a hand down my face.
"You can't be more than what, eighteen here?"
She nods. "It was only a couple months after we met, actually. I was young, unprepared, and obviously na?ve."
"Where's your agent?"
"She'd got stung by a bee and she's allergic so she and my mom were inside the building giving her an injection so she didn't go into shock."
"Christ, Lucy. That never should have happened. It wouldn't have happened if--"
"Oh, I know, but it did. And every time I get up there in front of the press, they ask the personal questions even though I'm there for the professional ones. They don't care about my success or whatever movie I'm working on, they only care about anything that will humiliate or create drama."
I nod. Having seen more than enough, I turn off the video and power down the laptop.
"Now you understand."
I nod. "I didn't need to see that to support you and try to ease your anxiety, Luce."
"I know. I just wanted--needed you to see why I'm such a pathetic mess about this. I'm not as bad up there in front of them now, having walked the red carpet enough I've learned to talk around the questions I don't want to answer."
I nod. I would like to punch every one of those f*ckers in the face, especially that one reporter. He was brutal. When she didn't give him the answer he wanted, he just kept asking and rephrasing until he was shut down by the other reporters.
"I'll be there, Lucy. I won't let that happen to you again. I promise."
She nods and takes her glasses off, putting them in the case, and setting it on the bedside table. I tuck her laptop into her bag and set it under the bedside table on my side and turn off the lamp.
"Come here," I pull her to me and she snuggles into me.
"What should I tell them, Jesse, when they ask about us?"
"What do you want to tell them?"
"Don't do that. Please. I'm asking you. We need to be on the same page with this."
I blow out a breath."As far as I'm concerned, you can tell them everything. If you want to tell them you're living with me and you're sleeping in my bed, I'm all for it. I don't have anything to hide and I don't plan on hiding you."
She nods. "Then if they ask if we're involved, I'll tell them yes."
"Good."
"If they probe too much, I will evade. They don't need to know the depth of our relationship, just that there is one."
"Right. They don't need to know that we have toe-curling, spine-tingling sex where you scream my name at the top of my lungs and our band members cheer," I say with a grin and she giggles. Again, besides her moans and now her screams, her giggles: Best. Sound. Ever.
I kiss the top of her head. "I'm okay with whatever you want to tell them."
She sighs. "Thing is, I'm comfortable telling them we're involved. What I'm dreading is when the time comes that you go your way and I go mine and they start in about that."
If my earlier thought pans out, that may not even be an issue, but I'm not telling her that until I know if it's even possible.
"Why don't we worry about what's going on now, now; and deal with later, later. I won't leave you to deal with that alone if that's what happens."
She nods.
We lay there in silence for a few minutes before she lifts her head and pushes my hair out of my face.
"I really like you, Jesse."
I smile and damn if I don't feel like a big p-ssy because my heart jumped in my chest when she said that.
"I really like you too, Lucy."
She smiles and snuggles back into my chest.
"So…" I say
"Hmm?"
"You found my nipple rings."
She laughs. "Oh, I found them before but you had me positioned in a way where I couldn't play with them."
I grunt. "That's true. That was one hell of a weekend."
"Mhmm. I want to get a tattoo," she says.
"Do you know what you want? Where you want it?"
"I do." She laughs. "I thought for sure you were going to try to talk me out of it."
"That'd be pretty f*cking hypocritical of me, don't you think seeing as a large portion of my body is inked."
"Mhmm, but that doesn't stop some people."
I shrug. "You've got amazingly soft and flawless skin. It's beautiful as it is and it'll be beautiful if you choose to get ink."
She nods. "Thank you."
"I can set you up with my guy, the one that does all our ink."
"Really?"
"Sure. He's a f*cking talented artist."
"I noticed, looking over your tattoos, and the guys'."
"Huh."
"What?"
"You should only look at mine," I say as jealousy rears its ugly head at the thought of her looking at another guy.
She giggles again. "You're so dumb. I just looked at their tattoos, I didn't stare at them like I do yours. I look at yours in a totally different way."
Well, that's better. Caveman, beating chest.
"Good. I like it when you only look at me," I tell her, rolling her to her back and brushing my lips over hers.
"Jesse," she says put her hand on my cheek. "There's no one else I want to look at."
I look down at her and my heart does that flip-flop thing again. I swallow hard and nod. I gaze into her eyes, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear then running my knuckles down her cheek.
"I only see you, Lucy. Only you."