20. RAE
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H e’s everything my body needs right now, but Jensen is not the change I had in mind when I left LA. He slams me against the wall as the hotel elevator moves up, pressing me into the surface while his cock rolls against my hips.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now.” His hand reaches into the front of my jeans, rubbing over the fabric of my panties.
“A long time?” I huff, barely registering what he’s saying.
“Oh yeah. Every single time you called me a lying cheat, I wanted to make you shut up with my lips covering your wet pussy.”
My eyes widen at the bluntness of his words, gasping as the image plays out in my head. He notices while he keeps placing scorching kisses on my neck.
“You want me to lick you, baby?” He undoes the button of my jeans, giving him better access before his finger runs through my folds and my legs buckle underneath me. “You want me to bend you over so I can eat you out like you’re my dessert?”
I can’t push anything out other than a moan, the sensation of his lips on my neck almost becoming too much.
Not what I had in mind, but fuck me, he’s definitely what I want.
“I got you, babe.” He holds me up with one arm while the other keeps stroking through my wetness. “You’re so wet for me.”
When the elevator doors open with a ding, I snap out of my bliss, my cheeks now turning a bright red, fueled by a combination of embarrassment and lust. I push him off me as I try to redo the button of my jeans in a hurry. When no one enters, a sigh of relief escapes my lips, but before I can properly pull my jeans back over my ass, Jensen squats down, pressing his shoulder against my stomach as he lifts me in the air.
“Don’t bother.”
I shriek while he takes big strides out of the elevator and through the hallway until he stops in front of our room. We took a room with two queen sizes, sticking to the bullshit story we were going to sleep separated, but deep down I knew it was inevitable we’d end up in bed together. I sure as fuck hoped we would.
Even if it was just for one time.
His fingers reach for the keycard in the back of my jeans, roughly throwing it open, then closes it with his foot. I screech in excitement when he throws me on the bed, and I wait in anticipation as takes off his shirt, his tattoos staring back at me in glory, then crawls over my body until his entire form is flush with mine. His heat against mine is another layer melting away, and for the last three days I’ve been dying to get to his core. To find the man behind his bad boy facade.
“I want you so bad, Rae,” he rustles against my lips.
I move my hand up, softly cupping his neck as I study his blue eyes etched with lust. The same primal sensation that’s broken free inside of me since the moment his lips touched mine.
“Then take me,” I whisper back.
The warmth of his hand moves underneath my shirt while his lips crash into mine, pushing the fabric up until he has full access to my breasts. Eagerly, I drag my shirt over my head, then arch my back to undo my bra, ready to feel his skin against my body.
“God, you’re sexy.” His hand cups my breast while he sucks on my nipple, and I moan in pleasure. He rolls his fingers over my sensitive pebble as he migrates his lips farther down, and my legs automatically fall open.
“You want me, don’t you?” he breathes against the skin on my belly, his vision glancing up at me with a hint of insecurity.
I nod, biting my lip, desperate to feel him kiss me between my legs.
“Say it.”
I grunt with hooded eyes, as he slowly drags my jeans and panties down before throwing them on the floor. He brings his head back between my legs, his breath hovering above my aching pussy.
Dragging his finger through my core, I throw my head back as he sucks in a deep breath. “God, you smell addictive. Say it, Rae.” Without waiting for my reply, he presses a soft, sweet, and scorching kiss on my opening, that makes me shudder before he does it again. “Say it, and let me taste you, baby.”
“I want you!” I sigh, loud and frustrated, opening my legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips before I can feel his tongue digging into my walls, then register him move up to circle it around my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan, gasping for air.
“God can’t make you feel this. ” He softly pulls my clit with his tongue, and I arch my back, bringing my hips closer to his mouth. “Or this .” His lips take in my inner lips, playing with them in his mouth as his nose grazes my delicate nub.
I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, never having experienced anything like this in my life, but all I know is I don’t want him to stop. A fog forms in my head as he keeps working my pussy like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever eaten, flying me straight to cloud nine. My hands delve into his soft hair, pushing him even more between my hips.
Every sense between my hips is sprung alive, every nerve singing at its own accord. My mind elevates to somewhere in the room, my shallow breaths the only reminder my soul is still inside my body. It’s like his tongue is cracking a code I’ve never even found myself, opening the secret vault to a level of pleasure I never knew was a possibility.
He’s playing me like a Grammy winning musician, and now he doesn’t just drive like he skates. He licks my pussy like he skates.
Without fucking mercy.
“Oh, please, Jensen.”
“You like that, baby?” A finger plunges inside of me, adding another sensation to my already singing core.
“Oh, yes. Don’t stop,” I huff, desperate for more. “Please don’t stop.”
His tongue keeps licking me unapologetically, like he hasn’t had dinner in weeks, while I lay there completely surrendered, and filled with desire.
I want him to drag it out for as long as possible, utterly enjoying this complete bliss. His hands push under my ass, and he brings my hips up, then starts to drag his tongue everywhere over my pussy in a scorching way, never touching my clit. Softly teasing me, by placing gentle and affectionate kisses everywhere but where I want him to.
It’s excruciating.
It’s delicious.
“You taste so damn good,” he grunts, as he keeps going, never missing a beat, while one finger starts to tease even lower. Surprised by the pressing feeling against my ass, my mouth falls open in surprise as I gasp for air, loving the intensity it’s bringing me while he keeps working my body to make me reach my peak.
My orgasm lingers under the surface, dying to break free.
“Please, Jensen,” I cry at the same time his tongue flicks my clit at a fast pace, setting off that explosion that was forming inside of me. My legs shake, and a desperate grunt comes from my lips followed by a high pitched wail.
I literally see stars as my eyes shut before I open them again, bringing my head up to look at him. His lips are shining with my wetness, and I lick my lips at the sight while my chest moves up and down as I try to catch my breath.
I crook a finger, motioning him to come back up. A lopsided grin splits his face as he drags his body over mine. He hoovers above me, and I lick the seam of his lips.
“Hockey is not the only thing you’re good at,” I flirt, running my hands through his hair.
He quickly gets up, plucking a condom out of his back pocket before taking off his pants and boxers. “Oh, there is a lot more I’m good at, baby.”
With his teeth, he tears a condom wrapper to roll the rubber over his long, thick shaft eagerly bopping against his stomach.
He jumps on me, and I laugh as we bounce on the bed, until I feel the tip of his cock sliding through my folds. Shutting my mouth, I look at him, enjoying the intensity in his eyes. I’ve always had them in anger, irritation, pinning me down as we were arguing about whatever we argue about. It used to drive me nuts, but now all I can think about is how I want him to stretch me wide, slamming into my body like he owns it with that exact same intimidating gaze. As if he can read my mind, he softly pushes his length inside of me, his eyes closed as if he’s savoring the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he huffs, then presses a domineering kiss against my lips.
Giving me time to adjust, he gently starts to thrust, burying his face in my neck.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he hums against my sweaty skin.
My teeth sink into his shoulder as I take this moment. As his body becomes one with mine. Our damp skin connected, the panting of his pleasure tickling my ear while my arms are wrapped around his ripped torso, as he rides me like it’s just him and me left in the entire world.
Our world.
A fucking perfect world. A world that never wants me to go back to reality if this is how I’ll feel all the time.
His grunts grow more intense with every push he makes. My body tightens around him, my heels digging into his toned ass as I clench my thighs, wanting to feel him deeper inside of me. I can barely think straight, the feeling of his cock filling me up taking over every thought without effort.
I’ve thought about this moment too many times I dare to admit since he crowded my space in that hallway last weekend. For the first time, there wasn’t just annoyance in his eyes when they hauntingly glanced down at me.
No, I could see the arousal, the desire, the hunger etching through the handsome features on his face. It’s the last thing I see before I fall asleep, and it’s the first thing on my mind. Him hijacking my road trip made that even worse, but I can’t say I’m not happy he did.
I’m ecstatic.
I’m feeling lighter than I have in years.
“You feel so good.” I scrape my teeth over his earlobe, and he throws his head back, just enough for me to watch how his eyes roll up in what looks like a state of euphoria.
“I can’t hold it,” he grates out, before his lips find mine again.
His movement becomes desperate, plowing into me like a maniac while I enjoy every second of it. Finally, I can feel him tense against me, a feral look flashing in his eyes when he releases inside of me.
With a few final pumps, he doesn’t stop until he unloads every drop, then his body flops against mine, his breath fanning my neck. I run my fingers over his spine, enjoying the warmth and weight of his body on top of mine.
Like a blanket of comfort after a rough day.
After we’ve caught our breath, he rolls off of me and onto his back, an arm over his eyes, showing off his chiseled chest.
“Damn, woman. I think you broke me.”
“Oh, really?” I snicker. “Where is your big mouth now, hockey boy ?”
“Probably somewhere lost between your legs.” He smirks.
“Really, because I don’t feel anything.” Jokingly, I lift my head, looking between my legs.
Abruptly, he reaches out, pulling me so that I’m now on his chest, looking down at him with a seductive grin.
“That’s because I made you come so hard, your pussy will be numb for the next hour.”
“Hour?” I screech. “Don’t underestimate the stamina of my pussy, you arrogant fuck. But that’s okay, if your sweet little dick needs to regroup for an hour, I’ll wait. I am kinda hungry, anyway.” I avert my gaze, taunting, looking for the room service menu.
He blinks.
“Don’t ever make another sentence with my dick and sweet. Gives me chills.” He shudders underneath me, and I let out a giggle. “The only thing my dick needs is your lips wrapped around it to make you shut up for two seconds, you little witch.”
He tickles my side, and I cry in laughter, squirming on top of him.
“Stop!” I yell, laughing. “Stop!”
He holds still, his playful stance clear in his eyes. I like this Jensen. The lighthearted one. The one that jokes with me, even though I frustrate the hell out of him. The one that isn’t mad at the world. The one that makes me want to let go and fall into his arms, knowing he will keep me safe.
“I can’t wrap my lips around your dick if you keep me occupied,” I say, like a smartass, fluttering my lashes.
His jaw ticks, and his playful gaze is quickly replaced by desire until he opens his mouth with a husky tone. “Get to work, then, baby.”
***
I feel like a cat thinking she’s a dog while I lie next to Jensen in bed later that night, looking up to the ceiling. Like I want to be something I’m not.
I can’t sleep, because my mind keeps wandering off to Jensen’s lips on mine and how I want more. How I felt when we melted together as one.
Every time his lips now find mine, it’s pressing, demanding, yet delicate and affectionate at the same time. Like he calculates every move with a determination to get me completely undone and into a useless puddle in his hands. I’ve been wanting to kiss him ever since he dropped his infuriating ass into my car, but nothing prepared me for the actual experience. It’s scorching, in the best fucking way, and I can’t seem to think about anything else.
After the third round, the fatigue hit us both, and I turned on my side, my back facing Jensen, reminiscing about our night before my mind completely took over in a fucking girly way. All of a sudden, I’m freaking out, wondering if this is a one time thing, but mostly if I want it to be.
It’s the middle of the night, and my head is now filled with a list of pros and cons. Coming to the conclusion that we will never work anyway and trying to wrap my mind around the most likely fact that this will indeed be a one time thing.
In two days, we will arrive in North Carolina and this will be nothing more than a distant memory. A perfect closure to our five year stint of bitching and moaning.
But just thinking about it has my heart aching in the same way they did when I lost my parents. I can feel it simmering beneath the depths of my soul, and it’s freaking me the fuck out.
He rolls over, pressing his chest against my back while tugging his arm under my body to pull me tighter. His warmth calms me down, and I suck in a deep breath, before his deep exhale tickles my ear, telling me he’s awake.
“Don’t think so much. You’ll crack your skull,” he murmurs against my neck.
“I’m not,” I lie through a whisper.
“You are. Stop . Forget about tomorrow. Forget about what comes next. Let’s just enjoy this moment. Just be with me.”
My gaze sets on the arm wrapped around my body, as I study the black ink on his skin. “Do your tattoos mean anything?” I wonder while the tips of my fingers softly brush over the lines.
“Hmm, some do, some don’t.” His lips settle deeper into my hair. “I like to get tattooed for every memory I want to remember. But I also get tattoos of things that mean something to me.”
“Like what?”
A soft chuckle buzzes from his chest. “Like the license plate of my dad’s classic Mustang Bodi and I trashed when we were sixteen and driving around upstate New York like we were Nascar drivers, right here. ” He points at the small tattoo on his lower arm, tucked between roses, a deck of cards and some tribals. “We both had a concussion and my dad had us being his bitch boys for a week in punishment, but that day is one of my favorites.”
I smile, picturing the both of them with mischief in their eyes. “What about the one on your side? The Egyptian one.”
“That’s Horus. Have you heard of him?” I softly shake my head in answer. “He’s the God of healing and protection. It’s something that spoke to me, even though I’m not fully understanding why.”
“Do you need protection?” My eyebrows knit together a little, as my heart weeps a little as if it can sense the answer that’s about to come with his next breath.
“I don’t,” he pauses, “But sometimes it feels like I do. But you know what I need right now?”
“Hmm,” I smile, settling deeper against his shoulder.
“Sleep. And you in my arms while doing it. You’re mine. Go to sleep, baby.”
I’m about to argue with him, telling him all the lies I came up with to convince him this is nothing more than a night of fun when his lips feel warm on the back of my neck.
It’s lingering long enough to create an uncontrollable flutter in my stomach.
I’m in trouble . Jensen isn’t supposed to make my stomach backflip like a gymnast. He isn’t supposed to spoon me like sleeping with me is the most natural thing in the world. And he sure as fuck isn’t supposed to give me affectionate kisses that have nothing to do with sex.
But mostly—it shouldn’t make me smile like a Cheshire cat. A very content, purring in pleasure, Cheshire cat, and I decide to follow his lead.
Fuck it.
Just for once, I don’t want to listen to my mind as I wallow in his arms, enjoying the comfort of his body heat mixing with mine. Just for once, I want to explore this idea of him and me, just a little while longer.
Because it’s stupid, and definitely something I shouldn’t do, but for once I’m letting my heart take the lead and wonder if I’m falling for Jared James fucking Jensen…Would we have a shot?