14. Chapter 13
K issing Julia made Jesse lose track of everything around him. He couldn’t even remember if she’d locked the door behind them before she’d dragged him to her room and pulled his body down on top of hers.
All he could focus on was her—her taste, her lips, her breathy sounds, and her steady hands guiding him against her.
He could barely take in her room. It’d been the opposite at the party.
He’d been hyperaware of the brightness of the light above him, the scratchiness of the sheets against his ass, every piece of the popcorn ceiling.
With Julia, all he could see were her magnetic green eyes staring back into his while their tongues slid and stroked. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been kissing, but his lips were tingling and his whole body was hot and aching.
Her knees slid up along his hips, tilting her pelvis into his rocking motion. She kept tugging him against her as she arched into his erection. They were still clothed, or he’d already be inside her.
Despite not being naked, being with her like this felt like more than making out. They were heading toward having sex, and his dick was desperate for it. Precum had dampened his boxers, and he was relieved to still have them on to contain his excitement.
Julia wanted to have sex with him, and that was everything.
His brain flickered to life when he remembered the box of condoms he’d left in the Jeep. He broke their kiss, lifting his head to pant down at her.
Julia’s head dipped beneath his chin, and suddenly she was mouthing his neck, right over his Adam’s apple.
The feel of her lips there sent a fresh rush of need inside him.
There was something vulnerable about having her mouth on his neck like that, but it was Julia.
He trusted her. A haze tried to take over his mind as his hips kicked forward again.
“Oh God,” he moaned when her mouth trailed to the side of his neck and she nipped him, her teeth sending goosebumps along his skin and a surge of sensation straight to his dick.
He whimpered, but she seemed to like the sound.
Her body arched into his as she tried to wrap her arms and legs around him and drag him even closer.
He loved the way her body lined up with his.
Her soft breasts cushioned his chest and slid against him with every rock of their hips, her hard nipples grazing his shirt.
Her thighs gripped his hips hard while the heels of her feet dug into his ass in an attempt to draw him closer when there was no closer to go, not while dressed.
His hands moved to her hair, and he tugged her head back from his neck so he could kiss her mouth again. He didn’t need to breathe or talk. He just needed to drown in her. That would happen any second now.
She chuckled against his lips, nipping them. “We need less clothes.” She dragged his hands around her neck to the strings tied at the back. “Me first.”
A light tug and the front of her shirt sagged, showing the soft flesh of the top of her breasts.
His fingers skimmed her sides as he pulled her shirt lower, and she was the one to shiver this time.
She liked his touch. Her brownish-pink nipples, already puckered into tight buds, drew his gaze. He licked his lips.
“You can put your mouth on them,” she urged, her hands in his hair to draw him down to her.
Jesse had no idea what he was doing. He kissed one of her nipples, his lips tingling from the contact.
A quick glance up found her eyes intently watching him.
He couldn’t fuck this up. His tongue slid out, licking her next, and her chest pushed up against his mouth, the nipple slipping between his lips.
He closed them tight around it and sucked almost by instinct.
Her hands tightened in his hair and her head fell back. “That’s it. Don’t be gentle. Suck it hard.”
His hands slid over naked skin, so warm, until he slid beneath her to hold her back.
He pulled her chest up and sucked on her nipple harder, flicking it with his tongue.
When she tugged on his hair, a thrill shot through him and he rocked against the bed, the friction of it bringing that haze over his mind again.
Her nipple slid out of his mouth with a small pop before he turned his head and pulled the other one into his mouth.
He sucked on it even harder, loving the way the soft flesh of her breast pressed against his face.
She let out a happy hum as she pulled him in tighter.
He nipped her with his teeth and the hum turned into a groan.
Her hands left his head to fumble between them, the sound of the zipper on her black jeans amazingly loud in his ears. She nearly knocked him in the face as she started to wriggle out of them, and he lifted his head.
“Naked. I need to be naked. Help me.”
His hands moved to her hips, helping her to drag the clinging jeans down her thighs. The string of her panties went with it, and his breath panted against her bared, smooth pussy.
“All the way off,” she urged, trying to kick the jeans free.
He moved down her body, dragging the material the rest of the way past her feet and letting them drop to the floor.
Julia parted her legs, and he looked right at her glistening, pink slit. Her fingers moved between her legs, stroking over her opening.
“You can touch me.”
His gaze moved up to meet hers. Her eyes seemed to devour him as her tongue slid along her lips. His hands slid up her legs to her thighs, and she opened them even wider, her hands finding his arms and tugging him toward her.
“It’s okay. Remember what I showed you?”
His heartbeat was hammering in his ears as he knelt between her legs and reached for her pussy. His finger stroked along her slit in the same way she had, and his nostrils flared at the dampness already coating his finger.
Her hands moved to her pussy lips, pulling them wider as she stroked one finger right over her clit. “Here. Touch me here. Not too hard.”
He replaced her finger with his own, stroking and loving the way her head fell back with a ragged sigh.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
His dick was throbbing in his pants as he continued to touch her.
Her legs folded up, her feet flat on the bed as her knees fell wider.
Her hands continued to hold her pussy open to him, letting him see how wet her opening was getting.
He dipped down, gathering more of that wetness on his finger before focusing on her clit again.
Her thighs shook as his finger slid smoother and faster in the small circles he’d watched her do once before.
“Oh, fuck.” Her breathy sighs switched to excited grunts as her body shook beneath his touch. Her head shifted on the bed, mussing up her cap of hair.
He was going to make her orgasm. His dick ached even more, and his balls had drawn tight and high. He prayed like hell that he wouldn’t come in his pants again.
His finger sped up, stroking her more firmly as he watched her face, her lips going slack as she groaned and her hands fell away.
Her thighs tried to close, but he was still between them, his body keeping her open.
He kept rubbing her clit as it pulsed beneath his touch.
She didn’t scream or groan with her orgasm; she just stared into his eyes as her hips jerked up against his hand.
His mind felt dizzy by the time her thighs fell wide again. He was one tightened nerve centered on his strangled dick.
“I’m nice and wet now.” Her voice was a deep hum in his ears as he stared at her pussy. She was right. Her pink slit was even wetter now, practically dripping. “It’s your turn, Jinx. Get naked. I want you inside me.”
His hands moved to the button on his slacks before he remembered his lack of protection. “I don’t have a condom,” he mumbled, his eyes darting away.
“Go ahead and strip. I’ve got you covered.” She shifted up the bed before rolling to the side and reaching for her nightstand.
He stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. They’d left their shoes at the door, he vaguely remembered, and he stripped his socks off with the pants, feeling like leaving them on would be weird.
There was a dampness to his loose boxers that his shirt tail covered, even tented out.
It wasn’t the fluid that was a risk, it was the skin-on-skin contact from his dick, but he felt embarrassed by how hard and excited he’d become.
He hesitated, his hands hovering over the buttons on his dress shirt.
Julia crawled down the bed toward him, a condom in her hand, but her forehead wrinkled in worry. “Jinx?” She dropped the condom on her wrinkled sheets and reached for his face, her fingers stroking through his hair as she forced him to look at her. “You still want to do this?”
He ached to be inside her, but one push and he’d probably lose it. “I’m—” His voice cracked, and he swallowed. “I’m really nervous.” His eyes met hers, letting her see the truth of his words.
Her frown eased into a gentle smile. “It’s okay. We can take it slow.” Her hands slid down his shoulders and over the top of his chest to the first button. “But you still want to? I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.” The word came out solid, strong. “I want to. With you.” Some of the tension left him at saying it out loud. He was with Julia. Everything was going to be all right.
She undid the first button, her hands sliding down in a caress to the next one. “I want to, too.” Another button came undone, and his breath caught as she stroked over the revealed skin before moving to the next. “This is going to feel really good, Jinx. I promise.”
She finished unbuttoning his shirt, her hands making his skin tingle as they slipped under the material and up his bare chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders. His arms felt trapped for a moment, making his heart skip, and then his shirt fluttered to the ground.
Her hands moved around to his back and down, rubbing just above his ass and making him rock forward as his dick throbbed. She stared at his erection tenting his boxers, her tongue flicking over her lips and making him swallow the needy whimper that rose.
“Do you want to do the boxers?” she asked.
He’d be naked once they were gone. He swallowed, every inch of his skin tingling as he fumbled with the waistband before drawing it down enough for the material to drop to his feet. His dick sprang free between them.
He didn’t have a huge dick, but it looked bigger fully erect.
He stared down at it, a drop of precum glistening on the ruddy tip and a vein leading down to the root where his blond curls were darker than the ones on his head.
Her hands slid around to his stomach, and he couldn’t hold back the choked whimper as her fingers followed the light trail of hair from his belly button down to where his skin dipped in at the top of his curls.
His hips kicked forward before he could stop them, worry flooding his mind, but her hand stopped without going closer to his dick.
“You’ve got such a pretty dick,” she said with an appreciative hum. Oh God, she was staring right at it. “Do you want me to put the condom on for you?” Her thumbs took away the last of his brain cells as they stroked above his pubic hair and made his dick strain toward her.
“I-I’ll do it,” he stuttered, fumbling for the condom on the bed.
She shifted back from him, propping herself up on her arms and opening her legs again.
Seeing her damp pink slit and knowing her hungry gaze was still locked on his dick made him lightheaded.
He ripped open the condom wrapper, hissing in a breath as he unrolled the condom down his dick.
It bobbed again as it throbbed, and he held his breath, the ache so intense he worried he would come.
His hands dropped away as his chest heaved and he tried to calm down.
Julia was smiling at him, gentleness lightening her eyes. “Come here, Jinx. I want your weight on me.”
Crawling on the bed and between her legs, he sucked in a breath.
His bare chest grazed her breasts, and her knees slid up his hips, warm where they pressed against him.
He stared down into her eyes. Her hands slid into his hair again, soothing while making his scalp tingle at the same time.
His eyes slid shut as he rested his forehead against hers.
He could feel the warmth of her pussy against the head of his dick through the condom.
The urge to push into her made his body shake.
“Still good?” she asked, brushing a light kiss over his lips.
“I-I’m not sure,” he admitted. He was so hard and aching.
What if he lost it as soon as he got his dick inside of her?
Somehow that possibility seemed worse than when he’d come in his pants last time.
He was really going to suck at this. He should have realized that earlier, but his mind had been so worried over the act itself that he hadn’t been worrying about being terrible at sex.
Her head tilted, and she was kissing his neck, her tongue flicking over his Adam’s apple and making him shudder more. “Want to stop?” she asked, her breath fluttering over his neck.
His hips tried to rock forward in protest of stopping. He struggled to hold himself still. “No.” He swallowed, his hands finding her head and pulling it back so he could look into her eyes again. “No.”
Her smile was warm and blazing, making her eyes sparkle in the lamplight. His mouth lowered so he could taste it, his mind calming at the familiar brush of their lips.
Her thighs shifted wider, and the tip of his dick pushed inside of her. He whimpered into her mouth, their kiss breaking as he threw his head back and rocked forward.
“That’s it. Start with the tip. I can’t wait for you to thrust inside of me.” She licked at his Adam’s apple, her hips arching up, and more of him slipped inside.
A broken sound fell from his lips as his hips thrust forward and his dick entered her fully.
She was so warm and perfect, and then it was like her pussy squeezed around him, making the fit even tighter.
“Oh God!” he cried out. His mind blanked and his hips jerked inside her as he lost it and flooded the condom.
He collapsed on top of her, completely boneless while embarrassment crept inside, chasing the euphoric feeling of his orgasm away.