Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jesse had her hand twined with his in the space of a heartbeat, and she nearly tripped over her own feet as he led her up the stairs without uttering a word.
Once in the bedroom, he set his gun and hat on the dresser and turned to face her. His dark expression and deliberate strides had her quickly backing up to the closed door.
The look in his eyes matched the hard flesh her fingers ached to touch still hidden beneath his plaid button-down shirt.
He brought his palms flat on either side of her head against the door, caging her there with his strong frame, and his muscular arms bent at the elbows as he leaned in closer.
“Explain.” The order had her heart racing, and a warm, tingling sensation traveled into her chest.
She nibbled on her lip, searching for the words.
“Tell. Me.” His gritty reaction was the last thing she’d expected from her revelation.
Was he angry? She stole a glimpse of his hand from the corner of her eye before looking back up at him.
“Brian didn’t . . . fuck you?” He spit the word fuck out harshly, like he wanted to kill Brian all over again, which made no sense. He should’ve been glad Brian hadn’t had sex with her, but instead, he seemed offended on Ella’s behalf.
Ella lightly shook her head, her normally sassy mouth betraying her under Jesse’s intense scrutiny. “No,” she finally murmured, lifting her chin in search of that backbone of hers. “How—how could I?”
The look in his eyes didn’t soften, and it took her a minute to realize he was trying to wrap his head around the news. For years he’d assumed she’d been with another man because he’d “given her up.”
But she hadn’t shared her body and definitely not her heart with anyone. And now he knew. But what would he do with that news?
“I guess you should also know I’ve never let a man go down on me.” Her tone remained barely above a whisper, and his lips parting was the only indication he’d actually heard her confession. “ Ever. My first time was on the plane.” His silence was going to destroy her if he kept it up. She slowly walked her fingers up his chest, and his breath hitched. “Say something.”
She gasped when he thrust his pelvis forward, pinning his body to hers. At the feel of the hardness between his legs pressing tight to her, it was obvious he was as aroused as she was.
Jesse angled his head and brought his mouth to her ear, catching the soft part of her lobe between his teeth before letting go to whisper, “I need to fuck my wife. ”
Wife. The deep tone of his voice had her knees nearly buckling, but she refrained from collapsing against him. I’m a Hawkins woman. Be strong. Wait, no, I’m a McAdams. Well, hell, what am I? The marriage was fake, after all.
Grounding herself back to the moment, she set a hand on his cheek, directing his attention to her face. “Only if you promise to make love to me after.”
Jesse rolled his lips inward for a brief moment, his attention snagging on her mouth before journeying back to her eyes. “With us, darlin’, they’re one and the same. Hard or soft. Slow or fast. With you, it’s always love.”
“Even in New York?” she whispered.
“ Every time with you,” he rasped, his teeth grazing over her lower lip. The impending storm gathering over everyone’s head was yesterday’s news for now. Time stood still as she tethered herself to the present, to this moment with him.
He slanted his lips over hers and wasted no time to invade her mouth with his tongue, taking full control.
She fisted his shirt, prepared to tear it from his body as he freed his hands from the door. One palm went to her waist before slipping under her shirt and following the curve of her spine. He unsnapped her bra with deft fingers, and she arched into him as he deepened their kiss.
Her hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, momentarily fumbling in her hurried state. Clearly as impatient as she felt, he took over the task and ripped his shirt clean open, shrugging it from his shoulders before it fell to the floor. And in the blink of an eye, he’d peeled her top over her head and yanked the already unclasped bra down her arms, bringing their bodies tight together again.
The feel of his chest pressed to her breasts had her rotating her hips in circles, wanting to feel other hard parts of him.
“You’re mine,” he declared, sending her heart into overdrive once again.
With one hand practically glued to her ass beneath her sweats, she worked at his buckle, doing her best not to bite his tongue as desperate need ravaged her.
“Jesse,” she cried when he palmed her sex, his rough hand cupping her there without moving. Just holding her pussy like he owned it. And holy hell did he ever.
“You know what saying my name does to me,” he reminded her, and yeah, Ella knew. And also, she wanted him to tear her apart because she needed this more than she needed her next breath.
“Jesse,” she said again, provoking him a little more by stealing her lips from his to set her eyes on him.
She felt his chest lifting against her as he breathed through his nose, studying her, possibly torn between flipping her around and fucking her right against the door or taking her on the bed.
He slowly guided a finger along her seam before two went inside her tight channel. “No one ever touches you again. Fucks you. So much as looks at you.”
She felt that order all the way down to her toes, but she also knew it was more of a rough command directed at himself: Don’t screw up and lose her.
This possessive side of him, though, had existed in her dirty thoughts over the last three years. Those words had played out in her mind during her fantasy-hate-sex.
“No one but you,” she promised at the realization he was waiting for compliance before he continued stroking her sensitive, swollen flesh.
And the dark smirk that chased across his lips for a second had her leaning into his palm. She let go of his buckle to grab hold of his biceps with both hands, searching for stability with her legs trembling as he drove a few fingers deep into her soaked center.
“Mine,” he growled before planting his mouth over hers in another all-consuming kiss. The kind she was sure would have launched a thousand-whatever ships in Troy.
From Troy? Ugh, screw history and my past, and the fact she’d ever let someone else take her v-card in college and had sobbed for months straight about it since Jesse hadn’t been the one.
“I need to taste you,” he declared after breaking their mouths, and in one surprisingly fast movement, he was on his knees with her sweats and panties around her ankles.
He held her hips, his fingertips buried into her flesh while looking up at her. And she met those eyes darkening to a deep sea blue from desire.
He remained quietly observing her as if needing her to know there wasn’t just desire in his gaze, but love there too . . . and then he turned his attention to her center, and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling the moment his tongue flicked her sex, parting her folds with one long sweeping motion.
Now it was her palms plastered to the door as a wave of pleasure swelled up through her body, her breasts rising and falling from deep, quick breaths.
“Hands in my hair,” he commanded, and she obeyed, feeling a bit drunk as she neared climax, his tongue driving her wild.
She tore her fingers through his now-shorter wedding-haircut-hair before cupping the back of his head to draw his face even closer to her sex, nearly grinding his face with her pussy in time with the strokes of his tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he drawled in a low, seductive voice before gripping her hips, locking her in place as if knowing she was about to come and wanting to hold her still as she rode the ecstasy wave.
“Jesse, Jesse . . .” His name fell from her lips around ragged breaths and between harsh moans she’d never known she was capable of producing.
Still a bit high and a little oxygen-deprived as if at mountain-top level, she nearly collapsed into him when he was on his feet again.
She shivered when he swiped a finger over her wet sex before sucking his index finger right in front of her. “You’re going to be tight. Three years. Need you to be ready for me.”
“Ohhh, well, believe me,” she said around a light, deliriously euphoric chuckle, “I’m ready.”
He reached for her hand and situated it over the bulge in his jeans, reminding her of his length and thickness. How big he was, and yeah, he was right. It would hurt. But bring on the pain. That kind she could handle.
“I want you to tear me apart,” she said in a small voice, a little nervous about being so vocal with her dirty thoughts.
“Mm.” Jesse backed her to the door again and swooped both arms overhead, linking her wrists with one hand while his other lightly swatted her overly sensitive pussy. “You do, do you?”
“Like that time in New York, but no rules this time.” She dragged her teeth along the line of her lower lip, and his cock twitched against her body.
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve broken all of our rules over the past few days.” He brought his free hand between their bodies and palmed her breast, and he swallowed her gasp with a kiss.
Remaining captive to him, arms still up as his prisoner, she arched into him, ready for Jesse to fill her after three years of torturing themselves by waiting.
“Please. Fuck me,” she begged between kisses.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked while pressing his jean-covered shaft to her naked sex, and the friction of his slight hip rotation had her sensitive area tingling and pulsing.
“No sex in three years. No need,” she reminded him. “Condoms are in the same suitcase pocket as they were last time.”
He eased his face from hers and gently freed her wrists. “Good girl.” He slanted his mouth over hers again, kissing her softly this time, delicately coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. A stark contrast to the possessive hold of her ass cheeks where he now grabbed. “Tell me this ass will be mine too one day.” The rough texture of his tone had chills crashing over her every-freaking-where.
“Yes, you can have that first, too.” She eased her face back to find his eyes. “But not tonight,” she added with a small smile, her ass clenching just at the thought of his big cock anywhere near there.
“I fucking better be the first,” he said while squeezing her flesh harder and nipping her lower lip. “And, darling, you’ll be mine.”
She didn’t want to know how many women he’d been with before New York because maybe she felt as possessive of him as he did of her. But it was nice being a first-anything for him. And as she thought about his vows, more importantly, she was his first and only love.
Jesse startled her when he abruptly released her, but it was for a good reason. He was still partially clothed, and that needed to change.
Her panties and sweats were around her ankles, and she stepped free from them while her fantasy came true. Jesse removed his belt, and the sound of his zipper going down had her tightening her thighs with what was to come.
The visual of him pumping his cock on the plane as he’d watched her pleasure herself came to mind, and her pulse picked up its pace in anticipation of him being inside her.
He had her on her back on the bed within seconds of him stripping free of his jeans and boxer briefs. A condom rolled over his cock before she was able to take him in her mouth like she longed to do.
“You have no idea how badly I want you,” he said while going to his knees, one leg on each side of her body. He parted her thighs with his hand and skated his palm along the soft, silky flesh of her inner thigh close to her sex.
“I want-need you too.” The connection. The feeling of safety. The passion. All of it.
He slowly positioned himself over her body, setting his forearms on each side of her, holding the brunt of his weight.
“Three years of jerking off to you, and now I have the real thing. I have you.” He set the head of his cock at her center and filled her in one hard and fast movement. Her back bowed off the bed when he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her so deep their pelvic bones hit. “Are you okay?” he asked, probably seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes as her body stretched and took all of him.
“Oh,” she cried while reaching for his arms to hold on to him, “I’m more than okay.” She lightly nodded her permission to keep going, and he bared his teeth when plunging deep inside her again. Her wetness glided over his cock with every thrust, and she clenched around him, causing him to curse under his breath.
“Do that again, and I’m going to come embarrassingly fast,” he hissed, a stern look passing across his face as if struggling not to fall to pieces.
But her man wasn’t broken anymore, was he? How could anyone feel broken in a moment like this? All she felt was absolutely whole with their bodies connected.
“I’ve never been good at listening,” she teased while tightening her pussy again around his cock, and he lowered himself, so his chest touched her tits.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” He ran his tongue along the line of her lips, demanding she open her mouth.
She resisted. Being, well, disobedient. Bad.
“Fuck, Ella,” he said while lightly biting her lip and thrusting even harder inside her. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble with me.” He set a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out, which left her feeling empty. But not for long.
He had her on her hands and knees facing the headboard a moment later, and he squeezed the flesh at her hips while taking her on all fours hard and fast.
Ohhh, she wasn’t going to last long in this position. He was the one playing dirty now. Her breasts bounced each time he pumped into her. Groans competed with growl-like sounds from him, and he moved one hand around to her center without losing his rhythm and played with her sensitive spot.
“One rule, actually,” he said while his chest touched her back, leaning into her. “My girl always gets off first.”
Her quads tightened, and an almost violent tremble seized her limbs as she rocked against the pad of his finger as he continued to take her hard. “I’m . . . coming,” she shared the obvious through gritted teeth.
“Thank God,” he murmured before she felt him find his own release, grunting hard.
He rolled her to her back a moment later and pinned her to his side, his arm beneath her body and his hand draped over her hip.
“Well, I feel, um, less tense. Do you feel a little better?” She peeked at him, a knowing smile on her face.
The dark, anguished look from earlier was gone. And she’d swear he looked ten years younger right now. Well-rested too. “I think you know the answer to that.” He smiled. “But give me a few minutes because I plan to make you mine all over again.”