25 – You Pierce My Soul
Casey
Jessie’s lips are on mine in a blink. Instead of the rushed and desperate passion our last couple of kisses have been, this one is soft, delicate. Loving. Our lips are sealed until his tongue dances with mine, and I breathe a soft moan that he steals. I grip his shirt tighter, trying desperately to eradicate all the distance between us, to feel him on me. His hands leave my face, trailing down my body, and in a flash, I’m off the ground, my legs instantly wrapping around his firm waist, his lips never leaving mine.
The room is quiet, nothing but the sounds of our lips, breath, and moans as I taste him, feel him, and savor him. My back arches on instinct, unable to stop from squirming, searching for friction, for more. Instead of the counter, which holds a very specific appeal right now, he walks me blindly to his room. Kissing the absolute shit out of me, I wrap myself as firmly as I can around him, and when the door is closed, the room darkened by the closed shades, he slowly and gently lowers me to my feet in front of him.
“You better tell me to stop.” I’m practically panting. He better not stop. Shaking my head and taking a step back, retreating to the bed, I watch as Jessie becomes the predator I’ve been looking for. He takes a step forward, never allowing the space to grow between us.
“What do you want, Casey?” I can’t tell if he means right now or between us, but I get the feeling it wouldn’t matter what my answer was. He’d give me everything I asked for right now.
So I ask for what my soul shouts for. After everything with Grace, I am so exhausted from trying to be everything for everyone. I am done anticipating everyone’s wants and desires, at least for right now.
No. Now, I want to give in to myself, I finally want what it is I desire, what I want.
I want the beast, to be the beauty who is ravished by him.
“I’m tired, Jessie,” I breathe, and I watch as his lips tip up at the corners, understanding everything I’d just decided without me even needing to say it. He continues to slowly stalk toward me, and when my knees hit the bed, I sit, and he remains standing in front of me. “You know what I’ve always wanted but never bothered asking for?” I continue, trying to hide just how turned on and desperate I am for him right now.
“Tell me.” His response is a deep, strangled groan, and I can see his control slipping. Desire and need pool between my legs, aching for his attention.
“I want a gentleman and a savage.” Slowly, I peel my shirt off over my head and look him dead in the eyes. “I want you to choke me and tell me how pretty I am.”
His control snaps.
Before I have a moment to know what’s happening, he grips my calves, yanking me to the edge of the bed and flipping me to my back as I gasp in surprise, biting back a giggle at how quickly he went from caring about my tears at the door to a caged animal in the bedroom. In one swift motion, he yanks my yoga tights down.
“You want to fuck a savage, sunshine?” he asks.
A whimper leaves my lips, and I swear my pussy clenches in anticipation at the sound of his voice like this. Rough and full of desperation. In a blink, my panties lay in pieces as they’re torn and my bra discarded to the ground.
The desire on his face, the way he appraises me, has me hot and squirming. God, I need him. I have never needed someone this way before. Reading my desperation, he teases me, slowly dragging his shirt from over his head and flicking the button of his jeans.
He hesitates for only a moment, but in that moment, I see it. The longing, raw look of hunger. Stripping off his jeans and boxers, his length springs free, and it makes me swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.
I might have been a little too confident, because, oh boy.
He strokes himself once, and I have to bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping. Returning my gaze to his, I reluctantly tear my eyes from gaping at the size of him.
Before I can say anything, he steps into my space, gripping my chin and lifting my face to look up at him. Confidence oozes from him in a way I’ve never seen before. He is in charge, this is all him. And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Move up the bed, lie down, and open for me.” I do as he says, simply because I couldn’t come up with a retort if I tried. I lie on my back, keeping my gaze locked with his, as I slowly drop my knees, opening for him.
His eyes trail down my body, stopping only briefly at my breasts, enough time to stroke himself again before he lands between my legs and groans. Like the beast I asked for, he climbs to the bed, but lowers himself between my legs, his grip tight on my hips, my legs over his shoulders. A single swipe of his tongue up my middle and I gasp.
“Jess!” The single word unleashes him, and he does what he had promised that night on the counter.
He makes a meal of me.
His lips, tongue, and teeth devour me, like a man starved, teasing and nipping at my little bud. The sound of my moans fills the air, and I grip at his hair, guiding him as I ride his face. Those damn teeth lightly graze my clit again. “Jess!” I’m a panting, squirming mess, and he can’t get enough.
“I knew this pussy would be delicious.” His voice is raspy with desire and vibrates through me as he removes the grip on my left hip and spears two fingers inside my soaking heat, feeling that orgasm at the edge as I grip him.
“Oh, god! I’m going to come.” My words are a mix between a moan and a groan, and it pushes him further as he curls his fingers and drives me closer to the edge, his tongue working me closer. I feel the build, the tingle in my toes, the way it tightens, and I squeeze my eyes closed, ready for the euphoria his magic tongue will send me to. Just as it crests, he pulls back, biting my inner thigh. I groan in complaint, and he chuckles lightly as he looks up from between my legs, licking me from his lips.
“Needy,” he whispers and kisses a path up my stomach, his fingers running an achingly slow path down my middle, trailing the link from where I desperately need him, to my sensitive swollen peak.
“Please,” I beg.
“You said you wanted a savage.” I did. I so badly just want him unleashed. His lips reach the shell of my ear as he continues to whisper. “Turn around and put that delicious ass in the air, sunshine. Tonight, you’re coming on my cock.”
Oh my god.
I can barely see straight from the desire fogging my brain, from the need shaking my core, from the way I am dripping for this man and ready to be and do anything he wants. Following instructions, I roll to my stomach, to my hands and knees, shoving my ass back, but before I can get into any sort of position, he is gripping my hips and dragging me to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance, spreading the wetness.
“You are so wet for me, Ace,” he grunts, and then I feel his warm hand firmly press up the length of my spine, and a sound I can’t even begin to describe leaves my throat.
Pleasure. It is just pure animalistic pleasure, and I have never felt more desired than I do under his touch. His hand continues its trail until it wraps around the front of my neck and pulls me up, making my back flush with his front, his grip firm on my neck as he bites my ear and whispers, “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Then, in one whole thrust, he sheathes himself completely. A loud, almost scream leaves my lips at the same time a deep growl comes from him. Losing my breath for a moment as I adjust to the size of him.
“I knew this tight little pussy was going to fit me perfectly. Look how well you take me.” He slowly pulls out, almost to the tip, before he pushes back in with the same power as the first time, and I squeeze my eyes closed… too much. Oh, god!
“Jessie,” I moan, because I can’t form words. Everything evacuates from my mind, and all I feel is him. He’s everywhere.
“I’m not going to be able to stop after this, Casey.”
“You better not stop.” I think I’d sue if he did.
His pace increases, and my body comes alive. The feeling of him as he slides inside me is like ecstasy. I’ll never get enough of this. Of him.
“I couldn’t quit you if I tried,” he spits between clenched teeth, and like the final tether on his control is snapped, he leaves the grip on my neck, pushing my chest to the bed as he holds my hips and fucks into me again and again, like the savage I asked for.
“God, Casey, you feel so fucking good,” he growls before he drives deeper, harder into me, my knees barely on the bed as he holds my hips and takes me over and over. I feel the tightening, the way my desire pools and soaks me, feeling the tingles in my toes as I grip him.
“Fuck! Jessie, I’m going to come! Please, make me come!” I shout at him, and he drops my hips, laying his chest to my back, his pace never ceasing as his hand reaches under me and plays with my clit.
“Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, Ace, make a mess. Come on my cock, I want to feel you everywhere.” He bites down on my shoulder, at the same time, he pinches my clit, and I come in an explosion. Dark spots invade my vision, and I lose my breath as each wave of my orgasm overtakes me.
He doesn’t stop, he keeps going.
“Fuck, your pussy is strangling me. God, you feel amazing.” He pulls out, but before I can argue, he flips me on my back and is on me in seconds. His cock thrusts again, and I wrap my legs over his hips, needing him closer as he pistons inside me with speed, his lips sealing with mine.
“Another. I need another one,” he pants in my ear and kisses down my neck. “Lift your hips for me.”
I think my brain is on autopilot, because without knowing what I’m doing, I lift my hips. He slides a pillow under me and I nearly come undone completely by the change in angle.
“That’s it,” he praises and grips my neck again. “Look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes when you come. So, be a good girl and fucking come,” he demands, and like my body has become completely his, it obeys, the sheer speed of his thrusts, the angles, the way one hand grips my neck and the other pinches my clit, I fly off again, trying to hold those incredible blue-green eyes as euphoria takes over me. After another thrust, I feel him go, too, and we ride out the wave together, coming down from the high as he stills and lays above me.
“You are magic,” he whispers, and when he raises his head to spear me with those eyes, he barely looks before he kisses me. Gently and softly.
He pulls out slowly, and it is only in this moment that I realize he had actually used a condom.
God, I hadn’t even thought about it. In the throes of the passion and desire I was flooded with, I hadn’t even cared. I’m glad he at least had half a mind to do that.
He disposes of it in the trash can in the corner of his room, and before I can leave the bed, he bends and lifts me in another bridal carry.
“What are you—”
He ends my question with a kiss. Another gentle one, full of longing. A lazy, delicate, and sated kiss that pulls on my forgotten heart strings. Sending an ache to my chest, one I needed desperately to shut down.
He kisses me so thoroughly I hadn’t realized we were now in the bathroom. He sets me down on my feet, leaning behind me with one arm to turn on the shower, allowing it to get hot.
We don’t speak any words, but instead hold each other’s gaze. His fingers drag lazy circles on my lower back and mine find their way to the nape of his neck, massaging and tickling. “You pierce my soul.” He smiles gently as he whispers his words against my lips.
“Jane Austen,” I whisper back, our usual game in play, seamlessly. I bite my lip to suppress the smile and the way he lights up my heart, but feeling my chest grow heavy as I hear the omitted quote in my head. The words he didn’t say. I am half agony, half hope.
He can’t give all of himself to me. He is still fighting it.
Jenny.
Without another word, he pulls me into the shower, soaping up my whole body, dotting my clean skin with kisses as he massages, caressing away any doubt, making me forget the mental warning. That I might be falling for someone who is in love with someone else.
He turns me gently, in every which way, before he is at my back and massaging in the shampoo.
Being the second half of my request. Jessie Jenkins: the savage and the gentleman.
“I could get used to this.” I hum happily, my eyes closed tight as those barista hands work their magic.
“Me, too.”