She pulled hard at his shirt.
His hands reached up and touched her face, wiping away the tears.
The kiss then got hotter. The intention was nothing good but everything Jessa needed in that moment.
She had not only stepped into the lion’s cage but she had kicked the beast, woken him up, and now… he was kissing down her neck…
nine.
Blaine kissed down Jessa’s neck. All the years had finally won the fucking battle. And this was a battle worth losing. Because the war was greater… and that too was worth fucking losing. His hands moved down her body, staying over her hoodie. He felt the mounds of her breasts over her hoodie and kept going. There was one thing he wanted and wanted it right now.
Blaine wanted to taste Jessa.
His thirst was as great as his addiction. Her honey was going to save his goddamn life in this moment.
The tip of his tongue sliced across her throat like a knife. He was slicing open all her desires. Every little hint of flirt and fantasy was going to happen. There was no stopping it now. Jessa had pushed too far and Blaine was not going to end up in the shower, alone, stroking his own dick again.
He broke his normal protocol of one kiss on the mouth per fuck and moved back up her neck. He touched her lips again and needed more. Blaine didn’t do the fucking stupid make out shit. There were better parts of a woman to kiss. But he couldn’t stop kissing Jessa. The feel of her little tongue flickering back at his. She had some guts, that was for sure. She was going to give it up but it wouldn’t be easy.
And, yeah, they were going to regret everything tomorrow. But that was okay because they still had tonight. Nobody promised tomorrow, so why fucking worry about it?
Jessa flicked her tongue to the corner of Blaine’s mouth where she had hit him.
“Fuck, sorry,” she whispered.
Her breath was magic and whiskey combined. Her lips were already red and pouty from kissing Blaine so hard. He knew she had been untouched for a long time. Like a delicate flower. And Blaine was going to find her nectar, steal it all, and bring her back to life.
“Who cares?” Blaine said. “I deserved it.”
“Yeah, you did. I still fucking hate you.”
“I know. I hate me too, sweetheart.”
Blaine kissed her mouth again and his hands went right to work. He unbuttoned her jeans and wasted no time in sliding her jeans and panties down. His hands slid along those curvy hips of hers. Jessa groaned and jumped when his fingers cut to the inside of her thighs. He felt the heat pouring from her.
That’s when he broke the kiss and dropped down. His nose rubbed against her clothes, inhaling the smell of her hoodie. He then felt the warmth and smoothness of her lower belly. That gave way to more smooth skin. His nose picked up the scent of her body. That beautiful desire he craved so much.
His hands moved back around and gripped her waist tight.
He kissed her soft mound. His tongue came forward, slipping between her legs, curling, bringing her body to life. Jessa groaned and thrust at him. She opened her legs for him. Blaine watched as her sweet petals deflowered themselves right before his eyes. The beautiful wetness clinging to her folds.
Blaine growled under his breath and then went in for the kill.
Soft and sweet was not a card he knew how to play.
His mouth suckled hard to Jessa’s sex, demanding all her sweet honey into his mouth. She moved to her toes, grabbed his head, and let out a scream. His tongue came forward and pressed against her tight pussy. Swirling with tiny circles, he opened her, thrusting his tongue into her body, feeling her clenching against him. She was soft, welcoming, and so damn tight.
Blaine pulled away for a second, just to let out a breath. There was a split second of hesitation, something that never happened with him. Not even in the wildest and sickest situations ever would he hesitate. Blaine always went balls in… literally.
His mouth touched Jessa’s pussy again, his lips savoring hers. His tongue curled again, his tongue tugging at her clit. Her little nub was hard. He sucked there for a few seconds and Jessa lost her balance. Her knees bent with a fresh gush of wetness. Her hands slapped against the wall and she yelled again.
Christ, she’s already starting to come.