Chapter 9
NINE
JESSE
Luc grins and holds up the other half of one of the tarts, the glaze dripping from his fingers. “Here, try it.”
I lean in, open my mouth, and let him feed me. I make a point of wrapping my tongue around his finger, sucking the sweetness from his skin, rolling the smooth metal ball of my piercing along the length of it. His pupils flare wide.
“Mmm,” I moan. “That is good.”
He grabs another tart, breaks it in half, and offers me a piece. This time I take it from his hand, which I choose to believe he looks disappointed about. I hold it up to feed him instead, smearing glaze across his lips on purpose. “Whoops.”
He tries to roll his eyes, but the second I lean in and lick the sweetness from his mouth, he shudders.
Our lips crash together, sweet and sticky, until the dessert is forgotten, and it’s just us again, tangled in the heat of a kiss.
I crawl into his lap, straddling him and holding either side of his face to keep him still, licking deep into his mouth.
I noticed earlier that he seems to really like my tongue ring, so I make a point to play with it against his tongue, then lick along his neck and ear.
Just wait until I show you what I can do with it.
Luc holds me against him and shifts, rolling me beneath him.
I hook my legs around his hips, hands sliding under his sweater to feel the solid planes of muscle.
His mouth is everywhere, urgent and demanding.
All I can think is how impossible it feels that I went six years without feeling like this again.
“Luc–”
“Mmm?”
“I know you’re a little unsure about the dating thing, but… fuck, Luc, I want you.”
A sound rumbles out of him, like a moan but almost growly. I feel it through my sternum and in my groin. He drops his forehead to mine, both of us breathing heavily.
“I want you too, Jesse. I don’t know if–”
“We don’t have to do anything public,” I cut in quickly, my voice husky and desperate. “We can keep it just between us, I promise. Give me a chance? I don’t want this to be another one-time thing.”
“I don’t either.”
“Oh, thank fuck–” I crash my mouth into his again, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Now say you’ll spend the night?”
Luc’s shoulders shake. “Give an inch, take a mile.”
“I want you to give me all the inches,” I say, dropping my hand between us to make it obvious, just in case it wasn’t, what I’m talking about. My palm presses down on his bulge, and he thrusts into my hand. “I want to touch you,” I whisper into his mouth.
“You want a lot,” he teases, nipping my lip ring.
“Are you going to give it to me?” I say, my voice breaking a little as he licks at my pulse point. A low hum of approval rumbles in his chest.
My fingers slip into his waistband, and when he doesn’t seem like he wants to stop me, I push my hand inside and wrap my hand around him. Sighs of pleasure and relief come from both of us.
“Fuck, Luc. You aren’t wearing underwear.”
“I had to take them off. After earlier.” He blushes a little, and goddamn if I don’t find the juxtaposition between his confident, sexy teasing and timidity to be wildly endearing.
I don’t just want to fuck this man. I want to keep him.
The feel of his hot, smooth, bare skin and the realization that he’s been commando for the past two hours makes my cock unbearably hard.
I’m reminded of how I regretted not getting him naked earlier.
He already ruined his underwear enough to need to take them off, so it’s only courtesy that I make sure he doesn’t ruin these pants, too.
Pulling my hand from his pants, I push him lightly on the chest, guiding him to sit up before continuing to press him backwards.
He falls back against the other end of the sectional, where the two sides meet.
He adjusts his legs, allowing me to climb over him, and I get a flash of memory from that first night so long ago.
The way he let me take the lead, getting to watch and feel him experience things for the first time.
His blue eyes are dark and intense. Despite the blush, I don’t detect any wariness or fear the way I did that first night.
I’m sure he’s had a lot more experience since then, but I’m determined to make him feel so good, he’ll be as obsessed with me as I have been with him for the past six years.
I’ll fuck him better than anyone ever has, and I’ll make this man mine.
Keeping my eyes on his, I trail my fingers down the front of his soft sweater.
“Is this cashmere?” I ask, as my fingers reach the bottom hem and push the fabric up so I can caress the bottom of his stomach.
“Um. I don’t know? I had help picking it out.”
Do professional athletes use stylists? I hadn’t considered it before. Both of the times I’ve seen him before tonight, he’d been wearing jeans and a t-shirt or henley, which he also looked delicious in, but tonight he looks like a GQ model.
“As perfect as this sweater looks on you, I think we should go ahead and take it off. I’d hate for you to ruin it the way you ruined your panties.”
He laughs. “I do not wear panties.”
“No? That’s a shame. You’d look sinful in satin.” I push my hand up the smooth planes of his toned abs and chest. He stops laughing abruptly, blinking up at me as his cheeks darken again. Fuck, I love that.
I lean down to brush the shell of his ear with my lips. “I rather enjoy wearing lace myself,” I whisper. He lets me maneuver him to remove the sweater, gaping up at me when the fabric is pulled over his head.
My fingers lightly scratch down his sternum and stomach to the waistband of his pants.
I tease my fingers along the waistband of his pants, from the outside of his sculpted V to the center fly.
I undo the clasp and slowly unzip him, revealing trimmed, dark curls and the exposed head of his cock that he had pulled up in his waistband.
Leaning down, I trail my tongue down the same path my hands took, until I’m nosing along the length of his cock, pulling his pants lower to expose him fully.
The delicate herbal, citrusy scent of the hotel hand soap has me swooning, imagining him cleaning himself in the bathroom.
It could only be better if he’d just left the mess for me to clean up.
“Fuck me, it’s even more beautiful than I remember,” I murmur as I give the underside a few soft kisses.
Luc lets out a soft, breathy sound that might be a cross between a chuckle and a moan.
He can laugh if he wants to, but this thing is fucking glorious.
It was dark the first time I saw it, so I couldn’t really appreciate it in all its glory.
It’s long and thick, not massively huge but big enough to make you work for it.
My ass clenches, remembering how good he felt inside me.
He's uncut, which I find so fucking hot it borders on fetishization. I wonder if he’d let me play with it?
For now, I focus on getting his pants off so I can get on him.
Finally, he’s bare before me, leaning back on the back of the couch and watching me. Jesus, just the way he looks at me could drive me wild. It’s so obvious how bad he wants it, yet he waits so patiently.
Slowly, I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor. I keep my pants on for now. I don’t want to give either of us any ideas and get ahead of myself again. I want to taste every inch of him before I take him to bed and ride him until dawn.
I move up his body, trailing hot puffs of breath and light kisses all the way from his ankles to his jaw.
My tongue licks along the seam of his lips, which he opens for me, letting me inside and groaning into my mouth when our tongues tangle around each other.
I fuck his mouth with my tongue the way I plan to fuck his ass with it, and he rocks his hips, his bare cock rubbing the seam of my ass through my sleep pants.
He’s hard enough I almost think he could break through the thin material. The thought makes me whimper.
Luc’s hands move down my back and into the back of my pants, pushing lower than he did earlier, fully cupping my ass in his big hands.
The way he moves me against him makes my cheeks spread enough to feel his hardness against my hole and then close around him.
The friction of my cockhead rubbing against the soft waistband of my pants, and his hard cock against my ass has me fucking feral.
Fuck me, I should have taken these fucking pants off!
One hand moves back to the small of my back, then dips low again, this time skimming my crack. Oh, holy hell, I’m a whimpering mess, out of my mind with desperation. One big finger plunges deeper, rubbing right over my hole but not trying to breach it. Fuuucckkk I want him to though.
Bringing my hands to his chest, I push myself up, curving my back and pressing against his hand.
Luc groans and I look down into his eyes to say something dirty, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are on the bottom of his stomach, where the tip of my cock has escaped the confines of my sleep pants and left a little puddle of pre-cum on his skin.
Leaning farther back, I dip a thumb into the mess, smearing some of it across his skin, and then bring it to his mouth. I press against his bottom lip, and his eyes dilate.
“If I remember correctly, you liked the taste of my cum,” I say, pushing my thumb in a little and then drawing it back. He lifts his head and takes my whole thumb in his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the tip.
I push my thumb farther into his mouth, rubbing the back of his tongue.
I hope he hasn’t gotten so much experience that he doesn’t still gag for me.
Fuck, I loved him all enthusiastic and unsure like that.
His inexperience made it the best oral I’ve ever gotten.
Or maybe it’s just him. Even dry humping on the couch was the hottest thing I’ve done since that night, and I’ve done some wild stuff.