Chapter 17
Present Day
I shoot Tilly a text to let her know I’m leaving and I’ll stop by her place tomorrow to pick up my bag. I earn myself an amused look from Jimmy when he watches me stuff my phone back into my boobs.
Hand cupping my elbow, he leads me outside when I’m done. It’s quiet as we walk back to the house, though I’m not sure I could hear anything he might say over my heartbeat if we were talking, anyway. Only when we hit the front door, do I realize what I’m about to do and hesitate.
Jimmy’s hands bracket my hips as I stare at the lock, having retrieved the single house key from my cleavage, too. Who needs pockets when you have boobs?
His lips graze my neck. “You going to open the door, sweet girl?”
My head tips back and my neck lengthens as he drags his nose along it from my shoulder to my ear. “I’m not supposed to bring people home,” I admit breathlessly. “Especially men.”
“Our secret,” he whispers, pressing a kiss behind my ear. “She’ll never know I was here. Promise.”
I lose all my resolve to follow the rules when his teeth nip at the same spot he kissed. Cramming the key into the lock, I twist it until I hear the deadbolt turn. My hand isn’t the one that turns the doorknob, though.
Jimmy opens the door like it personally offended him, letting it slam against the little spring thingy that keeps it from busting the wall. I squeal as my legs are swept out from underneath me and I’m carried over the threshold. The door crashes against Jimmy’s shoulder as he turns to keep it from hitting me. I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life because it’s dark in the house and he’s probably going to trip and kill us both.
All cares go out the window as Jimmy attacks my mouth with his. The arms that were holding onto his neck out of fear are suddenly only there to pull him closer, though it’s physically impossible for us to press together any tighter. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, as he adjusts his hold on me. Hands on my butt, he hikes me up so that I have no choice but to lock my legs around him or fall to the ground. Not wanting an inch of space between us, I greedily wrap my legs around his waist.
As soon as I do, I can feel his hardness against me, making me realize my dress has worked its way up my hips and exposed my panties to make direct contact with him.
“Fuck, Nova,” Jimmy spits out, and I know he just had the same realization about my dress. He takes two strides, all but slamming me against the wall, his hips driving into me with a grinding motion. A whine leaves my throat as his teeth sink into my bottom lip and tug, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the pain or how much I like the rough way he’s treating me.
“Bedroom,” I gasp when he releases my lip. He yanks us away from the wall. “Down the hall. First door on the right.”
We make it to my room in the dark with zero trouble, even though my lips are fused to his again as he walks. We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. My hips protest at the stretch of Jimmy’s weight pressing down as my legs open wide around his body.
“I need to see you,” he growls against my mouth, his fingers yanking at the bodice of my dress. “Please fucking let me see you, sweet girl. I need it.”
There’s zero hesitation as I fumble to find the zipper on the side and push it down. Both of us groan when my breasts are uncovered from our joint efforts, me from the cold air that breezes over my nipples, making the already hard nubs tighten further and tingle.
Cold air.
My thought brings me to a screeching halt. It’s freezing in my room. There’s a ghost here, about to watch me have sex for the second time ever in my life. Is it Koda?
Jimmy’s mouth closes around my nipple and I suddenly don’t care who is watching. The room is so cold, I can’t even feel the heat of his mouth, and I would be lying if I said the cold doesn’t make me moan louder.
“Jimmy, yes!” I cry out as his tongue flicks across the other nipple.
It’s like saying his name unleashes him. Jimmy lifts off me enough to rip my dress the rest of the way off, leaving me in only my black bikini panties, but soon enough, those are gone, too. Goosebumps rise on my naked skin from the frigid air, and I wriggle on the bed, arms outstretched and reaching for him.
It’s seconds later that he’s back against me, just as naked as I am now. There’s no delay before his fingers stroke along my wetness, making him hiss out another curse when he feels it. Rolling so he’s more on the bed next to me, instead of on top of me, he plunges a single, thick finger inside me. My back arches in response, my muscles clamping around him even as he fingers me hard and fast, his knuckles smacking against my skin with every thrust.
Just when I feel tingles explode along the insides of my thighs, Jimmy adds a second finger, curling them both inside me. I can feel the movement against the top wall of my core, a certain spot he’s rubbing on making me scream and my eyes roll in my head as I orgasm on his hand.
I feel horrifically empty when Jimmy jerks his fingers out of me. My eyes flash open just in time to watch him sink the same fingers into his mouth, and a feral sound erupts from him.
“You taste…I can taste how delicious your pussy is,” he snarls, throwing himself on top of me. “More.”
A keening noise leaves my mouth at the feeling of him pushing my legs open and licking me like I’m his favorite flavor popsicle. I’ve never done this before, but his tongue seems to expertly flick and swipe at me, dissolving me into a writhing mess. My thighs tighten around his head as he drives me insane. But it’s when he holds my legs open and slams his tongue inside of me, I lose it. My hips thrust as I use his tongue to create a friction that I’m desperate for.
He pulls his tongue out of me long enough to say, “That’s it. Take what you want from me while I taste how sweet you are.” Jamming it back in before gripping my hips, Jimmy flips our positions, so he’s on his back. I gasp at the sudden change, but he moves his tongue inside me, bringing me back to the task at hand.
My fingers come up to pull at my nipples as Jimmy presses my clit with his thumb, my hips rocking violently as I ride his tongue. The extra pressure sends me over the edge. This time when I come, I don’t make any noise at all; my voice locked in my throat because of the intensity of the pleasure electrifying my body. Jimmy moans words I can’t focus on, making a sucking sound against me.
As soon as my orgasm wanes, I throw myself sideways off Jimmy’s face, feeling uber sensitive as he attempts to keep sucking and licking at me. My butt hasn’t hit the bed before he’s grabbing for me, yanking me down flat so he can wedge himself between my thighs once more—this time with his penis pressing into my thigh.
But he doesn’t immediately push it into me like I tense in preparation for him to do. Instead, he leans down and kisses me, smearing fluid over my chin and cheeks. My fluid. The same fluid that has changed the flavor of his mouth as his tongue enters my mouth, making me taste myself.
Jimmy pulls back enough to look me in the eye as I pant. “Are you ready, sweet girl? Are you ready for me to fuck this tight little pussy?”
Even now, naked and spread open for him, the words make me blush. “Yes,” I answer timidly, mashing my lips together so an embarrassed smile doesn’t sneak through.
He chuckles, grinding himself against me, making him slide from my thigh. In response to feeling him pressed fully against me, my hips buck wildly underneath him.
“Jimmy,” I plead.
“Say it, Nova,” he orders. “I want to hear that innocent mouth say the dirtiest things. Tell me you want my cock in you. Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy.”
I suck in a breath as he rubs against me again, the smooth head of him gliding in the moisture that’s wetting my skin. “I…I don’t…”
“Say it,” he repeats through gritted teeth. “Tell me.”
He notches the head into my entrance and I feel my muscles fluttering wildly, begging to be filled by what is so close to doing just that.
“Jimmy, please!” I cry.
“Say the words, sweet girl,” he grunts out, holding himself out of me even as I try to cheat and work him further in with my movements. It makes me desperate, to feel him that close and not have him.
Like a dam bursting inside me, the words come flowing out without a shred of further hesitation. “Fuck me, Jimmy! Please fuck my pussy! Give me your cock!”
I scream the last word as he plows into me, filling me up in every way that poor Tony could never have achieved the way Jimmy is right now.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls. “You feel so goddamn hot.”
He isn’t gentle, our skin slapping together as he thrusts hard and fast into me. He keeps moving as he maneuvers onto his knees and shoves my legs up towards my shoulders, making me see stars when he hits a new spot I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, fuck!” I bark out, making him laugh in return, when one of his hands finds my clit and puts pressure as he thrusts. “Fuck yes.”
“I think I broke you,” he laughs breathlessly, and I open my eyes to meet his. “I have my sweet girl saying such naughty words. Are you going to come on my cock for me?”
I whimper in response, my legs trembling erratically in response to the impending orgasm that’s building. “Please, Jimmy. Please.”
His grip on my thigh tightens, his other hand rubbing hard over my clit. “Come for me, Nova,” he demands. “Come for me right now.”
He doesn’t have to tell me a third time. I’m sure the neighbors will call the cops with how loudly I scream at the top of my lungs. My torso comes up off the bed so that I have to cling to Jimmy, who bellows as soon as my fingers grip onto his shoulders, my nails biting into the skin. His hips jerk hard as he slams into me once…twice…three more times, and then stays deeply buried while he falls forward so that his full weight is on top of me.
My hands move on their own accord, stroking long soothing paths along his spine as we catch our breath, both of us cold and clammy. After a moment, he shifts, pulling out of me. I wince at the soreness I already feel, wondering how much worse it’ll be in the morning.
Doubt slams into me. Everything I just did—everything I said—comes back to haunt me. Good men like Jimmy don’t want vile little hussies, which I showed him I was. They certainly don’t like women who spew filth the way I did. When Jimmy rolls off me, I brace myself, expecting him to dress and leave me like the harlot I am.
I stare at him when he settles in next to me with eyes closed, laying on his side, pressed against my body. “You’re not leaving?” I whisper, sounding nervous as he presses his hand between my breasts, surely feeling how my heart is thumping hopefully in my chest.
His eyes flutter open to study me. “I’m never leaving,” he answers finally.
It’s my turn to study him, his melancholy tone alarming me. “Jimmy—”
“Sleep, sweet girl,” he interrupts, pulling my blanket around me. His fingers brush through my hair, massaging my scalp, and immediately making my eyes heavy. “I’m not leaving you.”
Exhaustion seeps into my bones and I turn into him, letting out a content sigh when he keeps rubbing my head. “Just a little nap,” I mumble.
He chuckles. “Just a little nap,” he agrees.
The last thing I’m conscious to feel is lips pressed to my forehead.