18. Good Girl
Good Girl
"Mmm," I hum, snuggling into the coziest pillow I've ever slept on. "Mmm..."
It smells like a forest—a deep, lush, intoxicating scent of wood and spices. I could sleep here forever and never wake up. It's so relaxing. So peaceful. So serene?—
Wait...
I frown as my head rises and falls. Why is my pillow breathing? Pillows don't?—
Flashes of last night blast through my mind, and my eyes spring open in a panic. Jesse's bare chest presses against my cheek, my hand resting on the rippling mounds of his stomach as he holds me tight in his embrace.
That's not a dang pillow.
Oh, crap.
He slept here?! Did I ask him to sleep here?
And why is his shirt off? I pat my body, releasing a tiny sigh of relief.
Fully clothed. Bless. At least we didn't sleep bang.
Unless we did...and I don't remember. No!
Nope. That's ridiculous. We just slept..
.together...in the same bed...and it felt.
..good? I mean, it felt good for me, but what about?—
Nerves tingle my fingertips.
Oh gosh, what now? What should I do? Pretend that I'm still asleep until he wakes up? Maybe he didn't mean to fall asleep here...but his shirt is off… Surely, he was awake when he removed it, right? Or...or should I try and run? Slither away like a snake? Would that be rude?
I keep my body inhumanly still as I run through all the possible scenarios that bypass the awkward conversation that's undoubtedly going to unfold when he wakes up in my bed.
But he's the one who stayed in my bed, so that means.
.. Oh, lordy, what does that mean? I swallow, keeping my breathing level despite my accelerating heartbeat.
Jesse expels a stupidly sexy moan as he tightens his hold around my waist and rotates our bodies to the side.
His ankles weave through mine, his large, warm palm pressed flat against my rising chest as he breathes against the sensitive shell of my ear.
A tingle spreads between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs tight together, hoping it'll banish the foreign sensation.
He releases another hot breath, and my spine shivers, the tingling growing louder, refusing to be silenced.
Damn it.
Trying my hardest to ignore the fact that my poor decision-making organ is awake and screaming with shameless lust, I squirm under his possessive touch, attempting to slowly untangle myself from his strong hold. I barely manage to rotate before the beast awakens.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jesse rasps against my skin, his thumb brushing the valley between my breasts.
Fudge . My breath hitches as his soft lips graze the slope of my neck.
"Mmm..." He inhales, moaning out in growling pleasure as his erection grows against my ass. Double fudge. "Good morning, princess."
"Morning," I breathe out, mouth drying as Jesse's rough, textured fingers feather down my chest to the neediness pooling in my belly. "What..." I suck in a sharp breath as he dips a wandering finger under the elastic of my silk shorts. My heart seizes from the anticipation. "What are you doing?
I know exactly what he's doing. I know precisely where this all leads.
I should care. I should think about the repercussions.
But I can't. I can't continue to deny myself.
It's been torture. Every second we spend alone, it gets harder and harder to stay away.
To pretend I don't want him. That I don't want him to touch me. And gosh, I want to touch him too.
So freaking bad.
"Tell me to stop," he mumbles out in a strained, groggy tone. Maybe he's at the end of his rope too. Maybe he's just as weak as I am. Maybe we're hopeless together. Jesse tilts his pelvis forward in response to my rhetorical question. "Tell me to stop, Savannah."
My skin buzzes with greedy desire as I arch my back, undulating my hips, my ass teasing his dick. Jesse expels a dark chuckle, lightly biting my shoulder blade.
"If that's your version of stop, princess, I'm going to need a dictionary.
" He nibbles at my earlobe, sliding his index finger along the hem of my shorts as he taunts me in a gritty, gravelly tone, "Tell me what you want, Savannah.
" His voice drops lower, so deep it could be from hell.
That's what he is right now. A damn devil.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I..." A whimper of withering control escapes my lungs as Jesse plants wet kisses down my neck, the heat emitting from his roaming touch sending shock waves through my veins. "I want you to..."
"Yes?" he rasps, sliding his fingers further down into my jammies in calculating circles that leave me dizzy. "Use your words, princess."
"Touch me," I breathe, my core pulsing with surrender.
"I am touching you," he says in a sly tone, feigning ignorance as he draws figure eights on the skin just above the part of my body that's screaming to be felt. "Be more specific, princess."
"Lower," I beg, leaning my head against his firm chest and pushing my hips against his sizzling touch. "Lower..."
"Here?" Jesse asks, slowly dancing his fingers down to my clit. I moan as he massages the sensitive bundle of nerves with an experienced rhythm. "Oh, you like that, do you?" His heady breath fans against my cheek. "See what you've been missing, princess?"
"Uh-huh," I hum, unable to form proper sentences as my eyes glaze over with hedonistic pleasure, my legs opening wider like a tacit invitation to keep exploring, to go further, deeper into the unknown.
"Fuck, Savannah," he groans, a renegade finger dipping in between my folds. "You're so wet right now."
"More," I whimper, and obediently, like a loyal soldier, Jesse plunges another finger, hitting the spot that short-circuits my dang brain. "Ahh..."
"Fuck, I love the little sounds you make," Jesse pants, his other hand finding my breasts and stimulating my hardened nipples as he swirls a freaking cyclone of pleasure inside of me. "You think I don't hear you in your room, Savannah?" He picks up speed. "I hear you, princess."
"Oh my God...don't stop..." Jesse yanks his hand away aggressively, and I open my flustered eyes. "What..."
"Not so fast.” He peers down at me like a starved animal, and then rolls me to my back, pinning my arms above my head. He grins, watching me squirm. "Is this how it's done in that little book of yours?"
I lick my lips and nod, my foolish gaze flitting down the raging bulge masked by a measly piece of unwanted fabric. His chest rumbles as he chuckles.
"See something you want?"
I nod again, incapable of speaking.
"Good, because—" His grip on my wrist tightens as he smirks, arching down to my ear.
"If you're going come, princess—" His tongue glides across the edge of my jaw until his lips crash against mine, and he sucks damn near all the oxygen out of my lungs.
His kiss is rough and sloppy and hard, and ho-ly crap, I'm on freaking fire. "It's going to be on my fucking cock."
I might need to be rebaptized after this.
"Please," I whisper against his succulent lips as the dull ache in my core returns with a vibrating vengeance, his dirty words rattling my soul. "Jesse..."
"Well..." He expels a low, taunting laugh.
"Since you said please ." He releases my wrist but keeps his eyes locked on mine.
"Let's take these off, huh?" My heart batters against my ribs as he slides off my jammies, his hungry gaze soaking in every inch of my naked body.
I blush, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he studies my body, but the way he's looking at me.
..makes me feel brave. Sexy. Beautiful even.
He subtly shakes his head, licking the fingers that were just inside of me. Have mercy. "Christ, Savannah..."
"Your turn," I breathe out, biting my lip as I innocently tug on his boxer briefs. There's no going back now. This is the deep end. And I'm ready to dive right in. "Off..."
"Yes, ma'am." Jesse grins, knowing exactly where his strengths lie.
He loops his thumb under the waistband, slowly sliding off his boxers.
My eyes widen with shock and mild concern as Little Jesse springs free.
Little might not be the correct adjective because.
.. holy freaking guacamole. Amusement clips his lips as he grins down at me, tossing his drawers to the side. "Don't worry, princess, it'll fit."
"Or—" I reach out, touching his veiny erection like it's an exotic animal that's about to pounce and attack. Oh boy... "Or you'll split me in half."
"We could..." Jesse grunts, closing his eyes as I absentmindedly, gently stroke his impressive shaft. "We could always stop."
Is that a joke? This train has left the station, and there's no way in hell it's gonna turn around. In response to his idiotic suggestion, I tighten my grip, and his eyelids spring open from the mild pain. Couldn't be that painful unless pain makes the bastard smile.
Jesse cocks his head, raising a playful brow. "Or not..."
"Look at you," I say, batting my lashes. "Using that big ole head of yours."
"I think I preferred it when you weren't talking," Jesse teases.
His gaze darts to my mouth, and he smirks.
"This big ole head can think of one solution to remedy that problem.
" He gives me an evil little smile, finding my clit with his thumb and rubbing it.
I gasp, closing my eyes and tilting my hips up in an instinctive response.
"Or I can play with your pussy—" He slips two fingers inside of me, twisting at the perfect speed. "But never let you come."
"You wouldn't," I say between euphoric pants. He stops, and I open my eyes, frowning. "That's just plain rude."
"Oh, I would." Jesse grins, leaning across my inexperienced body and grabbing a condom from the bedside table.
" But if you are going to be talking..." He rips the corner of the foil with his teeth, discarding the packet.
I stare at the daunting length dangling in front of me, calculating how the world this is going to be possible.
His tone drops, deep and hoarse. "You might as well be screaming my name.
" Jesse licks his lips, hovering on top of me, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick.
Like a looming death sentence, he asks, "Ready for me, princess? "
The man drives a damn hard bargain. And I hate that I love sales so much.
"Mhmm..." Hesitantly, I bring my knees up, guiding Jesse as he slides through the slickness on the apex of my thigh and settles between my legs.
His tip brushes against my sex, and I swallow, placing my delicate hand on his chest. I look up at him, asking in a soft, faint voice, "Gentle, okay? It's been...it's been a while."
"Don't worry, princess—" Jesse inches closer, and a trembling moan escapes my parted lips as my walls constrict around his throbbing length.
He growls, grabbing the nape of my neck, one hand on the bed frame.
Before he surges forward deep, deep inside of me, he rumbles like a chariot from the underworld, "I'm going to stretch you out real nice . "
And boy, does he ever.
"Jesse!" I cry out in a whimper, digging my nails into his back, clawing and scratching as sweat collects on his forehead, dampening his hair. With every debilitating thrust, every strangled groan, he keeps his word, my walls molding to fit the monster between my legs. "Oh my God..."
"Jesus," he rasps, tugging on my hair, the strangely intoxicating pain mixing with the exhilarating bliss building in my core. "You're so fucking tight..."
"Harder," I beg, locking my ankles around his torso as the pressure builds and grows and threatens to overpower me. "Fuck me harder."
"Good girls say please ," he grunts, slamming his lips against mine, our tongues flicking and frolicking like hooligans lost in the night.
He bites down hard on my bottom lip, and a metallic taste lingers in my mouth.
He leans back on his heels, fucking me senseless as he massages my clit.
"Are you a good girl, princess?" I cry out as he freaking tortures me.
And as I near my peak, I feel him pulsing inside of me, his own release mere seconds away. "Say it, Savannah. Say it for daddy."
" Please ," I whimper as he quickens his pace, our flesh slapping together, the room filling with a musky, earthy scent. "I'm gonna?—"
"Fuck!" Jesse twitches, his whole body shaking as he comes undone inside me, my legs shaking as I find my own climax.
Our heavy, balmy, and sated breaths permeate around us as he topples over beside me.
"Holy fuck..." He places his vibrating hand on my still-quivering thigh. "That was...that was insane."
"Yeah..." I catch my breath, floating in between heaven and hell. "That was...wow."
"We..." Jesse releases another long breath. "We're so doing that again."
"Maybe..." I swallow, brain foggy from the earth-shattering experience of banging Jesse Paxton. A smidgen of reality manages to crack through the moment, and I twist my head to the side, opening my eyes. "It's just..." Holy, I can't breathe . "This was just sex...right?"
Jesse looks at me, dazed and satisfied. "What else would it be?" He licks his dry lips, grinning slightly. "You're still annoying as fuck." He gently slaps my thigh. "But equally sexy."
"Lovely." I glower at him, agreeing with the reversed sentiment. Turdhead . As if this would be anything other than an occasional good time. "Oh, there’s one thing I should mention if you think this is going to be a recurring little activity for us."
“Yeah? What’s that?” Jesse pushes himself off the bed and walks to the closet, removing two towels and tossing me one before ripping the condom off with a wince. "Well?" He blinks at me as I wipe between my soaked legs. "What is it?"
If we do this, we do it my way.
I sit up straight, smirking. "I ain't calling you daddy."
He scoffs, glaring at me with hooded eyes. "Oh, but you will."
"Doubtful," I say curtly, hopping off the bed and heading toward the bathroom to pee. I peer over my shoulder and toss him a sassy wink. "I already have a daddy, darlin' ."
"Yeah," he calls out as I waltz out of the room. " Me ."
He wishes.