Chapter 15 #2
“Mmhmm.”
We locked eyes. Was his heart pounding as hard as mine was?
He didn’t move, though. And it occurred to me that he’d already come this far. Maybe it was my turn.
Tentatively, I closed some of the distance between us, and I liked it a little too much when his breath hitched.
His eyes flicked to my lips, and every nerve ending in my body lit up like I’d brushed up against a live wire.
When I put a hand on his waist, his breath stuttered and so did mine.
The space between us narrowed, and there was no pretending we didn’t know where this was going, especially when he tilted his head and leaned in.
He paused. So did I. My heart slammed into my ribs. I wanted him. I wanted this. But I also wanted to savor this moment—this feeling of dangling over a precipice, waiting for gravity to inevitably take hold. I loved the goose bumps, the blood pounding in my ears, the stutter of his breath.
Only for a moment, though.
He put a hand on the side of my neck, and I closed the last bit of space between our mouths, and the whole world just… went quiet.
Kissing Jesse the first time had been hot for all the reasons a threesome was hot. It was sexy and exciting; a thrill as I lived out a fantasy while I’d helped someone else live out one of hers.
This time…
God, this time it was like everything stilled the instant his lips touched mine. It was like everything went away. Nothing existed except this man’s perfect mouth moving with mine, and our bodies pressed together as if all the shyness and uncertainty a moment ago had never been here at all.
Jesse’s hand slid up into my hair, and my toes curled against the floor as I pulled him closer.
This was amazing. So unhurried and indulgent and perfect.
I hadn’t realized how much of our first time had been a performance until I realized just how much this time wasn’t.
No one was watching us. No one was here except us.
As we relaxed against into this, we were gently exploratory, touching and tasting like we’d never done this before.
And I supposed we hadn’t; last time, we hadn’t been able to zero in on each other and forget everyone and everything else.
There was no one else to turn on or please—just Jesse—and my God, I wanted to turn him on and please him.
We ended up with my ass against the kitchen counter, which gave me even more freedom to focus on him. Balance and gravity were dealt with. Nothing to do now but kiss him and run my hands all over him.
He pressed his hip harder against mine, and that thick erection made my head spin.
I nudged him back a little, and he broke the kiss, his expression concerned as if he were about to ask me what was wrong.
But then I slid my hand over the front of his jeans, and his eyes fluttered shut as he murmured, “Oh, fuuuck…”
I stroked his cock through the denim, loving the way it made him bite his lip and moan.
As much as his size intimidated me and made me worry I was lacking, it also turned me on—I wanted my hands on him with nothing in between us.
I wanted to blow him again like I did before.
I wanted him to top me this time until neither of us could move.
Christ, just thinking about all that almost had me coming in my pants.
And it also reminded me that I could already barely move.
With a quiet laugh, I drew him in for another kiss. “Figures we’d finally do this when we’re both sore.”
Jesse’s laughter was a warm breath gusting across my lips. “It’s not so bad.” He kissed me lightly. “Just means we can’t do everything today. Gives us something to look forward to.”
I shivered, wondering if my knees and the counter would hold me up. “We could do literally everything tonight, and I’d still be looking forward to more tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Jesse slid his hands up my back. “I’m pretty sure we can make this work, though.” He brushed his lips across mine. “I’m not too sore to suck your dick.”
My knees really did almost go out from under me that time. “Jesus fuck…”
“That a yes?”
“That’s a ‘get upstairs and out of those pants.’”
Neither of us needed any more convincing, and we hurried upstairs. The bathroom we were sharing was fairly small, but the en suite had an enormous shower.
As we were stripping down, Jesse eyed the huge bathtub. “Bet we could have some fun in that, too.”
“Bet we could.”
We exchanged grins.
“First things first.” I opened the shower door and turned on the water. Before I could step back, Jesse’s arm was around my waist and his lips were on the back of my neck. I moaned softly, leaning into him. “I’m a mess.”
“So am I,” he purred against my neck. “But I’ve been wanting you since…” He trailed off into a low groan and pulled me back against that thick erection.
“M-me too,” I whispered. “God, Jesse…”
His fingers twitched on my stomach. “We should get in and get cleaned up.” His lips brushed the base of my neck again. “So we can get dirty again.”
The comment made me laugh, which got me breathing again.
And he was right, so we separated enough to step into the shower.
I didn’t think anyone had ever soaped up and rinsed off as fast as we did, and as soon as we’d cleaned off the trail ride’s sweat and grime, we were back in each other’s arms. As the hot water rushed over us, we made out and groped and rutted against each other.
Frotting against the counter in jeans had been hot. When we were naked, it was even better. His dick was exactly as big as I remembered it, too, and my head spun with all the thoughts of blowing him again, or—oh God, please—letting him push that thing into my ass.
Probably not today, though. Not when we were both stiff and sore from riding.
That prompted a random thought, and it tumbled out before I could think twice. “Is this comfortable when you’re riding a horse?”
Laughter poured out of him. “I mean, as long as I don’t get a hard-on while I’m in the saddle…” He shrugged. Then he pinned me with a stare. “Which was a very real possibility when I was watching you today.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” He fucked into my hand as he kneaded my ass cheeks. “I had a great view for most of the ride.”
“I can relate,” I murmured. “I got behind you a few times, too.”
Jesse grinned against my lips, then claimed a long, deep kiss that almost put me on the floor. When he broke that kiss, he growled, “You know what my one regret was when we had that threesome?”
I blinked. He wanted to actually talk about that night? Now? “Um. No?”
He pressed his dick harder against me. “I thought it was the only chance I’d ever have to be with you, and we… I never got to top you.”
Oh. Hell.
“N-no. No, you didn’t.” I swept my tongue across my lips. “You wanted to?”
“Are you kidding?” Jesse grinned. “I absolutely did.”
“So you… Did…” I paused to find my breath. “Do you prefer to top? Because you seemed to enjoy bottoming.”
“I did enjoy it,” he murmured. “A lot. I don’t care who’s on top or bottom—I just like to fuck.” Right then, he pressed his thick erection against me and moaned, and I almost whined with need.
“God, I wish I wasn’t this sore. I want you to fuck me, damn it.”
Jesse shivered hard. “Jesus…”
“I want to do everything,” I murmured. “Just focusing on you this time.”
“Yes, please.”
“As soon as we can both move again… please fuck me?”
“Oh, I will.” He grinned. “And I’m pretty sure I can make you scream between now and then.”
“Please do.”
The heat in his eyes was so intense, I whimpered.
“We’re clean enough.” Jesse shut off the water. “Bed. Now.”
I didn’t argue.