Chapter 16 Jesse
SIXTEEN
JESSE
Cory pokes his head into the stairwell, gesturing for me to move quickly. “Alright, you’re clear.”
“Thanks, Cory,” I whisper.
“No problem. Call if you need anything. And Jesse–”
“Don’t leave the room without alerting you first. I know the drill,” I say, taking my bag and guitar case from him. “I don’t plan on leaving tonight for certain, so go have some fun for once. Throw some axes, or whatever lumberjacks do these days.”
He chuckles and stands back, watching and waiting until I’m safe.
My nerves are buzzing. He was alone and about to hop in the shower a few minutes ago when we talked on the phone, but what if someone showed up since then?
Cory said he could get fined or even suspended if he’s caught with someone in his room, so I’ll just have to make sure not to get caught.
It’s been agony to be so far apart these last few weeks, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of any amount of time off.
I rap on the door quietly, hoping it’s loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough for anyone else to get curious. He said most of the guys were going out to do some touristy stuff in downtown Atlanta for promo opportunities, so there shouldn’t be many people around.
My heart jumps when I hear the door handle move.
Darting my eyes up and down the hall, I only see Cory walking in the opposite direction.
I pull the belt of my knee-length trench coat open, and position my hands on my hips, praying to every deity anyone’s ever prayed to that I got the room number right.
“Trick or treat,” I say, watching his eyes widen comically.
He’s frozen for a long moment, eyes taking me in from my heels to my garters, to my curly black wig.
“Jesse? You…You’re not supposed to be here.” God, this man is precious.
I smirk and finger the large pearls around my neck. “I’m a wild and untamed thing,” I quote, winking.
That seems to jolt him back to the here and now.
Luc gasps, reaching for my wrist and hauling me inside the room, checking both ends of the hallway as he grabs my things and closes the door.
Spinning to put his back against the door, he surveys me again, blinking rapidly as if he doesn’t believe I’m real.
I drop my trench coat to the floor. He lowers my bags.
He opens his mouth to say something, but can only gape.
We take each other in. My eyes fall down his body, drinking in his wet hair, bare chest sprinkled with little water droplets that make me thirsty, and the dark grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips.
Every inch of him is perfectly sculpted, as if a divine creator carved him in the perfect image of every one of my fantasies.
My eyes catch on the very prominent erection tenting his sweatpants, and I flick my eyes up, finding his eyes on my garters. He notices me watching him, and then, with a sharp intake of breath, we collide.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his hard body. My hands grip both sides of his face to hold him still, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, moaning and whimpering because, holy fuck, how have I gone almost three weeks without his touch?
Luc’s fingers play with the garters running down the backs of my thighs, and I hook one leg around his hips. He holds it there, massaging my thigh and ass, pulling me tighter against him and rocking his hips into me.
“Luc… Please fuck me. Right now.”
“Right now?”
“Right fucking now,” I say, and jump up.
I’m a couple of inches taller than usual, thanks to the heels, and my balance is off, but he catches me and wraps my legs around his waist. He walks into the hotel room and sets me on the bed, where I immediately start pawing at the drawstring on his pants to tug them down.
No underwear? We’re going to have to talk about answering the door like this when he’s already on the Most Wanted list. Later.
Because even my possessive musings are put on hold when his cock is free from his sweatpants.
It bobs up, hitting me in the chin. I can’t even laugh about being dick slapped–that’s how fucking horny I am for this man.
Instead, I close my eyes and nuzzle it like a cat trying to get him to pet me. I rub my face and consequently, my makeup, all over it. My nose runs up and down the length of him, breathing in his earthy musk and–
Is that my body wash?
Just to be sure, I bury my nose in his trimmed pubes and huff. Sure enough, the subtle hints of ginger and shea are there, mixed in with his natural scent. There’s no Irish Spring soap detected.
When I flick my eyes up to him, there’s a deep blush painting his face and down his neck to his chest. Oh, my.
“I can’t wait to find out what that blush is for,” I say, my voice gravelly with lust. “But I’m shivering with–” I grip the base of his cock. “–antici…” A little lick at the tip, a gentle nibble on his foreskin. “…pation.”
He huffs a breathy laugh that turns into a guttural moan as I take him down my throat. Wrapping a hand around the back of my head, he grips my wig and holds me where he wants me to fuck my face.
Fuck yes. The way he’s taking control has me leaking into my tight black briefs. I moan and look up to find him gazing down at me reverently. One finger swipes the tears from my cheeks, and I can’t imagine how wrecked I look with this much eye makeup melting off my face.
Before I’m ready for it, he’s pulling out of my mouth. I whine as his cock moves over my lips, and my tongue chases it. I’m rewarded with a swift thrust back into my mouth, Luc grunting and riding my throat for another few seconds before he pulls out fast and bends down to kiss me.
“I don’t want to come too soon,” he says against my lips before lowering to his knees, trailing his kisses down my jaw and neck.
His fingers play with the strings of my corset all the way down to the bottom.
I lean back on my hands to stretch out my torso, and he licks along the top of the garter belt, and then up both creases at the apex of my thighs.
I’m already panting by the time he’s pressing his mouth against my cotton-covered cock, sucking on the wet stain soaking the front of my underwear while running a finger under the hem.
“Luc,” I pant, rocking my hips to get more friction because he’s barely touching me and it’s driving me wild.
“I thought you liked the anticipation,” he teases, lips pressed on the inside of my thigh.
Then finally–finally–he pulls the crotch of the briefs to the side to let my poor cock escape.
He licks and sucks me, flicking his tongue over my piercings.
It’s hard to hold on, to keep myself from giving in and succumbing to the pleasure, but I know it’ll be worth it when his fingers start moving over my taint and I know that at any second, he’s going to find–
Luc snaps his gaze up to mine, eyes turning dark and stormy, before he guides me to lean back more, spread wider, and tip my hips so he can get a better view.
He pulls my underwear to the side and drags his fingers lower until he exposes the deep red heart-shaped jewel sitting flush against my asshole.
He makes a sound like a cross between a cough and a whimper, then drops his head to my thigh.
Sitting up a little, I reach down to comb my fingers through his hair until he looks up at me with an almost pained expression.
Except it’s not pain, I realize. He’s trying to get control of himself, but I want him to take all the frustration of the last couple weeks out on me in any way he desires.
I pull a condom and a packet of lube out of the front of my corset and toss it down on the bed next to him.
“I’m ready for you, baby. Take me. Take me and make me yours again. Use me. Again and again and again until you’ve ruined me even more than I already am.”
Luc closes his eyes, and I watch a shiver work its way down his body. When his eyes pop open again, they’re nearly black with lust and spent control.
In one fluid move, Luc grabs me by the hips and flips me over onto my stomach. His thumb presses into the fabric over the base of the plug, and I whine until he takes the back of my underwear in his big hand and rips them from my body.
“Oh, Fuck!” I cry out, clenching my body to keep from coming.
The bed dips as Luc presses a knee onto the bed next to me, lowering himself so his lips are hovering just behind the shell of my ear.
“As much as I want to hear you scream,” he says, fingers tracing down my back to my now exposed ass. “You’re going to have to be quiet, or you’ll get me in trouble. Do you think you can do that for me?”
I fist the blanket near my head and nod, not trusting myself to speak. He slips his fingers into my crack, rubbing and pressing against the plug. The mattress absorbs my moaned curse as he pulls the plug partway out and pushes it back in, fucking it into me a few times.
“Jesus, Jesse, how big is this thing?” He exclaims as he pulls more of the plug out of me.
“Not as big as you– Nnyggh!” I shove my face back into the mattress and cry out as he fucks me with the toy and I shake, on the edge and losing control at a rapid pace. He might be too, if the pool of pre-cum dripping on my lower back and ass is any indication.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he gives me a short reprieve to open the condom and squirt the lube on himself and directly in my hole, pushing it into me with the plug before he finally removes it entirely, dropping it on the bed where I can see it.
Luc grabs me by the hips to maneuver me into the position he wants, with my ass in the air and my face flat against the mattress. He snaps the garters at my thighs and runs his fingers down the back of the corset.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, holding his cock and rubbing it through my crease.
Even that has me trembling and moaning. Luc rips the rest of my underwear off, balls them up, and shoves them in my mouth.
“Shhh,” he whispers, sweetly kissing my cheek before licking behind my ear.
My eyes roll back, and I whimper as heat builds in my core, getting hotter and stronger the more Luc teases my hole with the tip of his cock.
My orgasm is already sparking to life by the time he sinks into me, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Jesse. You make me feel like an animal,” he groans, pulling out and slamming home again.
He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder and faster, hitting my prostate with the precision of a machine.
It’s all I can do to fist my hands into the bedspread and hold on for dear life as the heat in my body overtakes me.
The underwear gag is barely muffling my cries.
He doesn’t let up, pushing me past the point of orgasm and into a full-body meltdown, my muscles contracting so hard my scream is silent and I’m in danger of my vision blacking out.
Luc holds himself still for a second while my ass clenches around his cock.
We’re both breathing like we’ve run a marathon, sweat pouring out of us.
He stays buried inside me, helping me lift my chest off the bed and cradling my back against his chest. Somehow, my cock is still hard.
Luc thrusts, and I scream. Actual tears fall from my eyes.
The angle is too intense, I’m too sensitive.
Still moving inside me, Luc’s hand comes up to cup my jaw, turning my face towards him. He licks up some of my tears and runs kisses over my jaw to my mouth, pressing his lips to my gagged mouth. “Are you okay?”
I whimper through the gag, sucking air through my nose with the small reprieve.
I nod, and he smiles. His lips and tongue move down my neck, and his hand covers my mouth.
His other hand wraps around my aching cock.
Every time he thrusts into me, a whine leaves me.
The faster and harder he moves, the more I cry, until I’m screaming again.
Screaming for him to stop, to keep going, to slow down, to push me over whatever edge is looming.
He muffles the sound with his hand and keeps going, pulling out and slamming into me, the angle hitting the already pulsing pressure point inside me.
Despite not coming down from the first orgasm, the relentless assault on my prostate forces a second wave to hit me hard and fast. I sob, spraying the bed.
Luc pulls out, and I collapse on the bed, but he’s not done yet. He tears the wig off my head, and the wig cap, and threads his fingers into my hair. His other hand grips my thigh and pushes one leg up like a frog, then he’s there again, pushing inside my swollen, aching ass.
He uses me like a life-size cock sleeve, fucking into me with reckless abandon, harder than I knew he was capable of. He’s never been quite like this before, and I am all the more wrecked because of it.
Luc lets out a warbled grunt and slows his thrusts to a smooth, rolling motion that has me moaning. It hurts so fucking good.
“Jesse,” he murmurs. “Jesse. Jesse…” He shudders, emptying the last of himself into the condom, and I wish desperately that I could feel his cum flooding me.
Luc gently pulls his cock from my body, falling to my side, still catching his breath. He pulls the underwear from my mouth and hikes my leg up over his hip for easier access to run his fingers over my abused hole, soothing and massaging.
I’m in a daze. Where did my big, shy, gentle giant go? And how did he learn to fuck like that?
He kisses my neck and shoulder and collarbone while he soothes my aches and whispers, “How is it so good with you, Jesse? How do you make me feel this way?”