All that lingering emotion between them boiling over.
Blaine’s mouth moved right over her left breast, taking it all into his mouth. She grabbed at his hair again. He sucked hard, bringing a slight pain to Jessa. But it gave way to feeling really fucking good. His tongue swirling so hard and fast around her nipple. Then him pulling off her, his teeth grazing her nipple, making her whimper as she anticipated more pain. But it never came. He knew exactly how to do everything.
“Ah, fuck,” Blaine said. “I’ve waited… so fucking long…”
His mouth went to her other breast. Jessa put her head back and chased all the bad thoughts away. Her body needed this. It didn’t matter what the past meant. Right now, they were both single. Willing. Able. Whatever.
Jessa put her hands to Blaine’s shoulders and pushed. He broke away from her but his hands didn’t. His left hand moved up and his right hand down. He slid over her breast as his fingers slid between her legs.
It felt like everything was moving so slow, but it was anything but. They both knew whoever blinked first would come to some sense of reality and stop all this.
Jessa wasn’t in the mood to blink.
She slithered forward, feeling Blaine’s fingers touching her sex. She rocked her hips a little, wanting him inside her. Before she knew it, her hand was between his legs, cupping his jeans. Squeezing, easily finding his dick. If he was hard, he was thick as hell. If he wasn’t hard yet, she was really screwed when he got hard.
Just like magic… she felt him thickening. Pressing against his jeans. Another beast that wanted out.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
“Remember,” Blaine said. “You touched it. Now you’re going to get it.”
Blaine pulled at Jessa and he put his face to her chest. He lifted her and spun her, walking her from the kitchen. He had the house memorized and walked without taking his mouth from her body. She felt his tongue switching from breast to breast, leaving her on the edge of coming and screaming at the same time.
Once in a bedroom, Blaine threw her to the bed. Literally. She felt her body hit the bed and bounce. A second later she propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Blaine took off his leather cut and ripped his shirt off. Jessa grabbed at his jeans, and pulled him closer to her. He gripped her shoulders tight and stared down at her, nodding.
Jessa fumbled with his belt buckle, again blaming the whiskey. She was drunk. That’s all. Nothing wrong with getting drunk and have a quick fuck. Who cares?
She tore at Blaine’s jeans, sliding them down. When his cock popped free, she gasped and inched back, afraid it was going to hit her. She couldn’t imagine what she saw standing tall and thick before her. The heaviest, most defined cock she’d ever seen in her life. Inch by inch, throbbing veins, a fat and beautiful cut tip, all of which Blaine planned on planting inside her body.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“That’s right,” Blaine said.
He pushed at her shoulders and pinned Jessa to the bed. There obviously wasn’t any chance of her playing with him. This was a one track thing and it was going to end with Blaine’s dick in her. This was about feeling pain, feeling grief, feeling guilt and anger. All Blaine knew to relieve himself was to fuck someone. Jessa saw that from the second Blaine opened his bedroom and saw those women… and now she was the one.
As Blaine came at her, common sense attacked and she grabbed at his waist.
“Wait,” she said, almost out of breath with anticipation. “What about… something?”
“Fuck that,” Blaine said. He brought his lips to Jessa’s. He kissed to her ear. “I always take care of myself, sweetheart. I’m as clean as you are. I talk big but would never fuck something without making sure… get it?”
“What about me?” Jessa asked.
“You’re different. Now tell me one thing… do I need to pull out or no?”
Jessa felt her body tingle everywhere. It was the hottest moment of her entire goddamn life. With her best friend’s fiancé.
She took a shuddered breath and shook her head. “No…”
“I like you even more now,” Blaine said.
He thrust forward and pressed himself to Jessa. The instant pressure made Jessa jump up. Her hands grabbed at the back of his shoulders. There was enough muscle that her fingers were able to curl and hang on to him. She then bit at his chest, screaming as the intense feeling got worse.
“It hurts just once,” Blaine said. “Fucking deal with it.”
What an asshole…