Chapter Twenty-One
Jesse
"Did you really think just because you were on top you would have control?" I ask her. She just gives me a look. "You really should know better by now. You'll come when I say you can come."
"But--"
"But nothing. Now move up here so my tongue can finish what my fingers started." There is no coming for her until I'm ready for her to come and her coming on my fingers just isn't enough right now. I need to taste her. I need her to come on my tongue, my face. I want her to scream and beg for more. Oh yeah, she'll be begging before I'm done. Top or bottom, it doesn't matter to me. I demand control in the bedroom. She knows it. From the pout on her lips, she'd been hoping I'd let her have control so she could come.
"Lucy, move up here. Now." My tone leaves no room for argument and she lifts to her knees, sliding her wet p-ssy along my chest. I hold in the groan threatening to slip through my lips.
"F*ck, Lucy. You're so wet I can feel it on my chest. Do you know how f*cking hot that is?" My cock is so hard right now I could pound nails into a two by four, I shit you not. But I'll be damned if I'm going to take my pleasure before I give her at least two mind-numbing orgasms.
"There you go. Right over my mouth."
"This is embarrassing, Jesse," she tells me with a blush.
"It's no different than me going between your legs when you're on your back. Either way my face is buried in your p-ssy, licking and f*cking you with my tongue."
"Maybe," she says skeptically.
"In about two seconds you're not going to give two f*cks if you're kneeling above my face or not. You're going to be writhing, wanting to come."
She raises a brow.
I laugh, making sure to blow my breath across her pulsing *. Yeah, I can actually see it throb. "You doubt me?" I ask.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
I narrow my eyes. "I don't know. Seems like you're challenging me here, Luce. Like you think I can't deliver." She's really not, but f*ck, I want to get her off hard.
"I'm not, I swear I'm not."
I grin. "Oh, I think you are. Remember what I said last time? Challenge accepted."
I grip her thighs and pull her p-ssy down on my mouth, licking and sucking up her wetness.
"So sweet. You taste so f*cking good."
She moans when I suck on her * then circle it quickly with my tongue, her body bucks. She's really f*cking close.
"You're so god damn sexy," I tell her as I slip a finger inside her. She gasps and after working one finger in and out of her a couple times, I add a second. She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her tits thrust forward and bouncing slightly as she rides my hand. It's the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire f*cking life. I could look at her like this every day for the rest of my life.
What the f*ck? I am not f*cking going there. Not yet. Ring or not… no.
"That's it, baby," I say as I feel her walls clenching around my finger, her thighs tensing and shaking. I curve my fingers and rub her sweet spot and she cries out.
"Oh yes, Jesse. Right there."
She reaches up and starts playing with her tits. It's all I can do not to flip her onto her back and f*ck her hard. That's so f*cking sexy.
"Mmm," I hum across her * as I rub the flat of my tongue along her slit, up over her *, then flick it with the tip of my tongue, fast and hard, my fingers working in and out of her, as she moves her hips with each thrust.
"Jesse!" she screams. "Oh my God. Yesss!"
Yeah baby. "Give it to me, Luce," I whisper then tongue her * some more. Her body's stiff, her orgasm has her p-ssy contracting around my fingers, and then she comes.
I wrap my mouth around her * and opening and suck, then thrust my tongue into her. She screams again, and I work her * with my mouth, thrusting my fingers into her, drawing out her second orgasm. God damn, this woman is so f*cking hot. I nearly came from watching, feeling, and hearing her come. Jesus. I love that I can give that to her. No one's ever brought out this need, the need to bring her as much pleasure as I can, the need for her to know it's me who can give her this and no one else. No one. Else.
She falls forward, limp, and I lift her and move her down my body.
"We're not done, Lucy," I tell her and smack her ass. She moans. Ah, she let the dirty girl come out to play tonight. She lifts her head, but not her body.
"Up," I demand. She doesn't comply so I smack her ass again, the other side this time and damn if she doesn't slide her p-ssy along my cock. Her wetness rubbing all over me. F*ck.
"Lift." She does and I position my cock at her entrance. She sits up and looks at me, her eyes half closed, glazed over in passion.
"This part is you. Take what you can at your own pace."
Slowly she sinks down onto my cock, her wetness easing the way as she lowers herself down, down, until I'm balls deep inside her. Jesus.
"Shit, Luce. Do we need a condom?" I ask. This is her decision and one I won't take from her. Yeah, it feels in-f*cking-credible being bare with her around me, but it's not just my decision to make and I will absolutely respect whatever choice she makes. No resentment, no attitude. Some guys might pull that shit, but if I'm going to be in this with her, I'm all in and that means respect in all aspects of our relationship.
When did I turn into such a p-ssy? Oh yeah, about six years ago when I met her in Chicago and lightning zapped through my body to my brain and cock when we shook hands. One of the scariest and best moments of my life.
"No, Jesse. We're okay."
"Sure?"
"Mhmm. You feel so good, God. How is it I feel like I could come again without moving when I just did--twice."
"Was that a question because the answer to that question is no one will ever own this body like I do. No one. No one will ever bring you the pleasure I do. Never." I lift my hips, nudging her deep, drawing a moan out of her, then she starts lifting and lowering her hips. My hands wrap around her sexy hips and, for the moment, I let her set the pace.
"You're so damn tight," I groan as she sinks down onto my dick just a little faster than before. I'm not going to last long at all if she keeps that up but I really think I could go twice I'm so f*cking hot for her right now.
"Jesse," she whispers and I lose it.
"Lucy, I'm going to f*ck you hard right now, I need to come, but then I want you to keep going." She nods, her eyes wide. Her head tilts back when I lift my hips to meet her down thrusts.
So hot, so wet, so tight. I slam into her hard and fast, her tits bouncing as she meets each movement, her moans driving me f*cking crazy.
"Fuuuuuuck Lucy," I moan, my hands clenching her hips hard as my balls tighten up and cum erupts from my cock. Shit. Hard and hot and I've lost my f*cking mind in this woman. And I'm still coming as her hips work my cock.
"So good, Lucy, keep going. F*ck. F*ck. Fuuuuuuck," I growl as I finally stop coming. Shit.
Her eyes are wide and I can't help but chuckle. She looks well and thoroughly f*cked, a bit scared, a whole lot confused, and god damn if I don't love her with everything I've got.
"What the hell was that, Jesse?" she asks, lifting and lowering on my amazingly still-hard dick.
"A really f*cking amazing orgasm. Shit," I say blowing out a breath.
"How are you still hard?"
"Yeah, you do that to me darlin'. What can I say?" I ask as I lift my hips and thrust my cock deep into her. She moans.
"I love that sound, Lucy. The sound of your moans, knowing my cock has you feeling so good you can't hold it back."
Her cheeks flush even more than they were.
"It's a little late to be blushing, Luce. You had your mouth wrapped around my cock, my mouth was all over your p-ssy, and you've been riding me like a f*cking pro for the last at least thirty minutes."
"Good point," she says with a grin, moving just a bit faster and adding that f*cking swivel of her hips.
"Best f*cking ride of my life, right here, right now."
"Happy to oblige," she says all cocky-like and I laugh.
"God, I f*cking love you, Lucy."
Her eyes go wide again, then her expression softens. "I love you too," she says. "But it doesn't count during sex."
I reach up to cup her face in my hands. "Baby, with us, it always counts. I'll never say it just for the sake of saying it or because you f*ck me stupid. I promise," I say making an X over my heart.
She makes an X over her heart then holds up her pinky. "I'm a pinky swear kinda girl."
I nod and wrap my pinky around hers. I pull her down for a kiss. She pulls back before I'm ready for her to and I nearly protest.
"I'll never tell you I love you if I don't mean it," she whispers.
My heart leaps and some weird f*cking feeling goes through my body. Almost as if I'm on a rollercoaster and we're plunging down a thirty-story drop.
I nod and hold her gaze, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," I whisper against her lips.
"I love you," she whispers back, a tear sliding down her cheek. I catch it with the pad of my thumb. Yeah, it's a big moment, one where I'm happier than I've ever been--ever. And one where I'm scared as f*ck. She could break me without meaning to, and it would be bad--so f*cking bad.
"Baby, I need to--" I tell her and she nods. "Roll with me." I maneuver us where she's on her back, rolling on the side that is tat-free, and gently onto her back, making sure none of my weight rests on her.
She winces from the friction of the bed against her back.
"Here," I say, sliding my arm under the free side and she rolls to that side so I can do the same to the other side. "Okay?" I ask, my forearms beneath her body, waist to shoulders, my hands gripping her shoulders gently.
"Oh, that's so much better. The bed against my back stung."
I nod and slowly start moving in and out of her. There will be no rushing this. Not this time. I need to show her how I feel. Words just aren't enough.
"Jesse," she whispers, her hands cupping my face now, I steadily hold her gaze as I slowly, lazily slide my cock in and out of her.
Jesus, who knew you could feel like this? God, I feel like my heart is going to thump right out of my chest. The way she's looking at me--unbelievable.
"Lucy," I whisper, picking up the pace just a bit when I feel her getting wetter. "It's never--" I shake my head and swallow hard. "It's never been like this. I don't even know what this is. It's so much more than I-"
Tears slip down her face and I lean forward and sip them off of her face with my lips.
"Baby, don't cry. Please."
"Good tears, Jesse. Only good tears."
"Is there such a thing?"
She nods. "When my happy gets so big and my heart gets so full and I can't contain it, it has to come out somewhere."
I nod. "You're so beautiful, Lucy."
She laughs. "You're such a liar. I'm a really ugly crier."
"No. You could never be ugly. There's too much good in you. With red blotches and swollen eyes, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
"Jesse Kingston waxing poetic. Romantic candlelight. Telling me he loves me. Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
"I promise you, this is no dream. If you don't believe the words," I say, and thrust a little harder, sweat running down my back as my body loves hers. The pleasure is so god damn intense I can barely hold on and when she arches her back, her hips pushing down to meet mine, her breath catching, I know she's close. Harder and faster I make love to her, wanting to watch the love run through her, wanting to pour my love into her.
"Jesse," she whispers, "Yes, right there," and she's there. I pick up the pace and I'm with her. I wait until her eyes unfocus and her p-ssy squeezes my cock before I let myself go, pouring everything I am into her.
"Lucy," I growl as each thrust pours more and more of my cum into her as her p-ssy milks it out of me. "God," I whisper.
"Unh," she shouts and I grin. She doesn't realize she does that, but I know what it means when she does. She did the same thing when we met in Chicago.
When her body stills, I roll us to our sides, our gazes still locked.
Her eyes drift closed.
"Hey, no hiding," I tell her quietly.
Her eyes open, full of tears. "It's just so much."
I nod. "But it's ours."
Her lips quiver. "It's ours," she whispers.
"I knew it'd be you," I confess.
"What'd be me," she asks, sniffling.
"I knew in Chicago that it'd be you that I loved."
"What?" she whispers.
I nod and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't want to leave you that day and if it hadn't been for the bodyguards I probably wouldn't have."
"I didn't want you to."
"I know. The timing was off then, just a bit. You were too young and I wasn't ready for you."
"And you're ready now?"
I consider that for a minute. "How can anyone be ready for… this? For you? I would have probably run away if I hadn't been smacked upside the head when you sang. You're so beautiful, you're an extremely talented actress, and you've got the voice of an angel--well, with a little devil mixed in," I say with a smirk and she giggles.
"Best. Sound. Ever."
"What?"
"When you giggle."
"I don't giggle."
I lift a brow. "You just did, Luce, and it's an amazing thing. Hearing you happy… yeah. Best sound ever--aside from you screaming my name out when you come because, baby, there is absolutely nothing better than when you do that."
She giggles again. Her eyes widen and she does it again.
"Well, Jesse Kingston, not only do you get me to fall in love with you," she tells me, running her fingertip down my cheek, "you also get me to giggle."
My heart swells when she tells me she's fallen in love with me. I swear it's going to burst. There's no way it can get much bigger than it is right now without exploding.
"I think you win, though."
"How's that?"
"Well, you captured my attention six years ago, enchanted me with your voice the first minute of our second meeting, left me wanting more after the first time we had sex--that never happens, I'm just saying. Then I wanted you around, in my life, in my bed--all the time. You got me to want a relationship and you opened my heart to love. I'd have to say you win."
She shakes her head, those damn tears slipping down her cheeks. I reach up and wipe them away. "No, Jesse. I think we both win, don't you?"
I know my smile is probably goofy and huge but I don't care. "Yeah, Lucy. I'd have to say we both win."
"Always on equal terms. That's how love should be. If it's not, then it's not love."
I nod. "Thank you," I whisper.
"For what?"
"Not using this against me, my--," I draw in a breath, "my vulnerability. It's difficult for me--to feel this without feeling weak or exposed."
"Oh, no, Jesse. Never. Never, ever would I do that. That's not love. That's cruel and I could never be cruel to you. What--?" she breaks off, unsure if she should ask.
"It's okay. I'll tell you. There's a reason why I swore to never be in a relationship and it's a pretty f*cking good one."
"Okay."
"You see, my parents never really loved each other. They hooked up at a party one night and one night turned into a series of nights that they f*cked. They didn't care about each other. They just wanted to f*ck."
She nods.
"So, when the condom broke and my mom found out she was pregnant, her parents flipped their shit. Being as she'd grown up with my dad, her parents knew his parents and next thing you know there's a shotgun wedding."
"Oh no."
"Yeah. I don't know why they stayed married. I guess at least the make-up sex was good. For as much as they fought, you'd think they'd have ended up with more than just me, Ben, and my twin sisters."
"Jesse," she whispers. Where I expected pity, there is none. This woman is incredible.
"That's why I swore to never be in a relationship. I don't want to be vulnerable, to have someone use my weaknesses against me like my parents did to each other. When they fought, it was so vicious. Anything they could use against the other, they did. They hurt each other, always trying to one-up the other to see who could hurt who more."
"That is most definitely not love and that isn't something you ever have to worry about from me, Jesse. I promise you that."
I nod. "I know and you're so amazing. I hope I don't do that to you. I don't know if I will, growing up with that--can I be different than they are?"
"You already are, baby. If you were like them, you'd use everything going bad in the press against me when you feel the least bit vulnerable--like now. But instead you help me find a way to make it better, to fix things. That's love, Jesse. You help, you don't hurt."
"I can't imagine ever not wanting to help make everything right for you. A happy Lucy makes for a very happy Jesse."
"And a very horny, Jesse," she says with a laugh.
"Mhmm. Speaking of," I get up from the bed and clean up in the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and walk back to the bed. "Slowly, baby, very slowly roll to your back?"
She nods.
"Open." She does and I clean her up, taking my time. It takes a whole lot of trust for her to open herself up like that, to expose herself by allowing me to take care of her like that. I'd never use that against her. I never wanted to take care of a woman before--like that or in any other way but with Lucy, things are so different, they have been from the first time she was in my bed.
I toss the cloth into the clothes hamper and wash my hands. When I get back into bed, she's lying on her side facing me, her hands tucked under her cheek.
I lean in and press a kiss to her lips, pouring my heart out to her, my brow pulling inward as I do. It's only when she returns my kiss that I allow all the tension in my body to release. It's her. She's my calm. She's my everything.
I pull back and look into her eyes. "I love you Lucy."
She smiles. "I love you Jesse."
"All is right in the world."
She giggles then gasps then giggles some more as if she can't help herself.
"You've always giggled."
"I did not."
"I hate to be the one to tell you, but you have. It's adorable, Luce. Don't think it's a bad thing. Your happiness is a gift."
She shakes her head. "You are so much more than I thought you were."
"Of course I am. You nearly fainted when you saw my cock."
She laughs and gives my shoulder a shove. I can't hold back my grin.
"Not what I meant. I meant I knew you were kind and caring from what I'd seen when you interacted with others in interviews or on stage. But I didn't know the full depth of it all."
"Are you sure this isn't just your crush, Lucy?" I don't know where the thought comes from, but I honestly need to know.
"What? No. I can see how you'd think it could be but please believe me when I tell you that my crush was superficial and what I feel now…" she pauses and meets my gaze steadily, "what I feel now… I feel so much of everything and it goes so deep that sometimes, like before, I don't know how to handle it or contain it--"
"And that's when your tears come." I nod. "Then I should probably tell you…"
"Tell me what?"
I kiss the tip of her nose. "Everything you feel, I feel."
"Only you don't ugly cry."
I laugh. "Lucy. You're beautiful. I love knowing that's what makes you cry."
"Oh, sure, now you like making me cry?"
"Oh my God, no. That's not what I meant--"
She laughs out loud and damn if she hasn't played me.
"Lucy, you're lucky you got your spankings already or I'd have to give you more." She's still laughing. "Know what? I think you need some more anyway."
"I probably do," she says as she snorts in laughter.
I can't help it, I smile and laugh with her. "I've turned into a total p-ssy, Lucy."
"You haven't. You look nothing like my vagina." She laughs so loud I swear they can hear her on the other side of the house.
"Woman, what's gotten into you?"
"This," she says as she reaches for my cock which immediately rises to the occasion. Of course. I am the sex god, after all.
"Want some more?"
"Always."
"Far be it from me to deprive you," I tell her as she climbs on top of me, sinking down onto my cock, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kisses me stupid.
I understand now why she says "unh".