Chapter Fourteen
Jessie
My truck had finally let me down. In a rain storm, and I couldn’t care less.
Tomorrow, or even later tonight, I would freak out.
The cost, the inconvenience, the logistics of having shit fixed and getting where I needed to go were all worth a good panic attack or two.
Right now, my veins were buzzing with electricity that had nothing to do with my upcoming repair bill and everything to do with spending the night in Clint’s apartment.
I was wearing his clothes and once he got out of that shower, I was considering stripping them off.
When I heard the shower shut off, I made a decision.
I walked into Clint’s room and found him standing in front of his dresser. It was just like last time:
Him, naked.
Me, staring.
This time I wasn’t running from temptation. “You going to drop the towel?”
He stilled, and his arms dropped from the drawer.
“Do you want me to?” His voice was low.
“No.” I walked closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and hooking my thumbs over the knot at the front of his towel. “I want to do it myself.”
His breath caught as my thumbs slid against his bare skin. His back was warm where it rested against my chest and I could smell the body wash he’d just used. He turned his head to glance at me over his shoulder before putting his hands over mine and pulling until the towel hit the floor.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “I’m sure it’s a bad idea. I’m also sure I’m going to do it anyway.”
He laughed and I felt the vibration through my chest. “Then get on the bed.”
A laugh bubbled up my throat, but I did as he said.
Is Dimples bossy in bed? Was he into dirty talk?
I knelt upright on the mattress in front of him and rested my hands on his biceps.
He was naked, half hard and covered in lean muscle.
He leaned in as if he was going to kiss me but instead, his hands slid down over my ass and down to the backs of my thighs.
He gripped my legs and yanked until my back hit the mattress.
Before I could catch my breath, he kissed me.
His lips were soft and tasted like mint and man.
There was nothing tentative about his touch.
His tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine and sending a jolt of heat through my core.
He was bracing his weight on his hands on either side of my head, caging me in in the best way.
He pulled his lips from mine. “You are wearing way too many clothes. Strip. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about.”
Holy shit, that was hot.
Normally, if anyone told me what to do, we’d be having words. The idea of him having thought about me this way, had me kicking my pants off and grabbing for the hem of my t-shirt.
He stroked himself as he watched me pull my shirt over my head and toss it away.
“Jesus, Jessie.” His hands skated over the tops of my thighs and up my stomach before gently squeezing my breasts. The whole thing felt surreal, being in his bed, smelling like his soap, having his hands on my skin.
Despite his injured ankle, he stood between my spread thighs, his hard cock pressing against my stomach as he kissed my lips before working his way down my neck.
“Every time I’ve pictured fucking you it was with you flat on your back, coming so hard you couldn’t move.”
“How many times have you pictured it?”
He groaned against my skin. “You have no idea.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
His lips strayed over my collar bone, teasing the skin around my nipple. “How am I supposed to pick where to touch you first?”
I squeezed my eyes shut focusing on the sensation of the heat of his mouth working over my stomach before finding a home between my thighs.
He dropped to his knees and hooked one of my thighs over each of his shoulders.
Then his mouth was on me. No teasing, no easing in.
He latched his lips around my clit and heat rocketed through my core.
“Fuck, Dimples.” I gripped his still damp hair between my fingers, holding on as he flicked his tongue over my center. My hips bucked off the bed. “I can’t…fuck, I need…” I had no idea what I was saying, all I knew was that my chest was heaving and pressure was building in my core.
“I know what you need.” He flattened one arm over my hips to hold me in place.
He worked one of his long fingers inside me, hooking it to hit me with the perfect pressure inside and out.
I pulled harder on his hair. My head fell back and my mouth flopped open.
I had never felt a build up like this before.
I wanted to crawl out of my skin, anticipation for how hard I would come, causing my legs to shake.
I swore I could feel his lips curve into a smirk, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see.
I was too far gone. Too caught up in the way he was playing my body in a way no one else had.
He shifted his tactic and started circling his tongue around me, slow then faster.
I clamped my thighs around his head and bucked my hips again, not sure if I was trying to get closer to the heat or run from the overwhelming sensation, before I exploded like a firework.
He stayed on me as I writhed beneath him until I couldn’t take it anymore and fell apart.
Swearing and muttering, my head shook back and forth as my chest quaked from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that snaked through me.
Still, he didn’t let me go. He held tight to my hips and lapped lazily at me until I was over sensitized and pushed his forehead away.
“I could do that all night.” He crawled onto the bed over me and traced a line from my neck to my collar bone with his tongue.
“I don’t know if I’d survive that, but I’m more than willing to try. Please tell me you have protection.”
He rolled away from me and I missed the feel of his breath on my neck. He returned a moment later, his arms coming around me after the crinkle of the wrapper stopped.
He collapsed onto the bed behind me and pulled my back against his chest. “I can’t be on top with this fucking cast. You want to ride me, or should I push into you like this?” He rolled his hips, his hard cock sliding over my ass cheeks.
I pushed back against him.
Frankly, I hated being on top. My legs always gave out before I came. How was I supposed to focus on reaching the finish line when my thighs were burning?
He got the picture and pressed against my back until I was leaning forward enough for him to slide into me from behind. My head fell back, my cheek brushing against the rough stubble on his jaw.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
I hummed my agreement.
He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against his chest as he rolled his hips, hitting me deeper as he picked up speed.
The heat from his chest poured into my back.
I was surrounded by his familiar scent as I buried my face in his pillow.
I was already oversensitive and wrung out from my first orgasm, so when a second one started building, I was ready to propose to the man.
I was used to quick hookups where my pleasure was an afterthought.
Clint seemed determined to prove some kind of point and I was here for it.
He wrapped an arm around my chest, my breasts pillowed against his arm and canted his hips, hitting me hard and deep. “I want to feel you come for me, Jessie.” He whispered the words into my ear and I turned to face him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
I slid one of my hands between my thighs and after circling my clit a few times I was shuttering against him again.
“Fuck, Jessie” He picked up speed and after a few hard strokes he was coming, his breath hot against my ear, his chest heaving against my back.
Every muscle on his body went taut before settling against me.
We laid like that, his front to my back.
His cock slowly softened inside me. The situation at work was still a mess.
His ankle was still fractured but something more fundamental than both of those things had changed.