Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MIA
“ J essie?”
I’m greeted with the faint noise of music, but no one is in sight when I pocket Jessie’s key and pull off my boots, hanging my jacket on the back of the door and leaving my bag next to the console table.
“Jessie?” I call out again.
Heading down the hallway, I walk toward the increasing sound of rock music.
When I push open the heavy door to a room I’ve not yet seen, Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” fills my ears, and quickly, I realize this must be his home gym.
Holy hell.
Here I was, thinking the only secrets Jessie kept from me were about his past. But I was happily wrong.
It takes a moment for Jessie to register I’m watching, and I seize every single second as I admire him jump-rope expertly. I have zero idea what move he’s pulling off, but when he crosses his arms over his chest, twisting the rope around his body in the process, I’m certain it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
That and the black backward cap he’s wearing.
With his attention on the opposite mirror, Jessie comes to a grinding halt, sweat trickling down his bare torso and stopping at the waistband of his black workout shorts.
He spins around to face me, a smile pulling at his lips when I walk toward him. “Hey.”
“Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show,” I say, coming to stand just in front of him.
Jessie switches the rope, holding it in his left hand as he takes me in from head to toe. “I wasn’t expecting to see my girl tonight.”
“What sort of girlfriend doesn’t stop by and congratulate her man on the best game of his life?”
“No girl of mine,” he replies, pulling out a small remote and turning down the music still beating through the surround sound speakers.
“I thought you’d be out celebrating,” I say, taking in his black high-top Converse.
Jesus, he looks hot.
He shrugs. “Had too much pent-up adrenaline. I normally pick up a drink to calm myself down when I get like that.” He steps toward me, his pupils blown. “But I’m working on myself, so I made my excuses and left.”
“I didn’t know you did this.” I nod at the rope still in his hand.
He looks down at it and smiles. “When my mind is racing, this is a way to occupy my thoughts. If I’m in a good headspace, I pick up a rope instead of a bottle.”
I look up at him and nod. “By the way you played tonight, I’d say you’re in a pretty good place right now.”
Jessie nods back, leaning down until our lips are almost touching. “Fucking right I am.”
In a matter of seconds, my back is against a mirror, and Jessie hovers over me, a bead of sweat running down the side of his neck. I watch as it travels down to the center of his chest and stops in a light dusting of blond hair.
Since I first noticed his tattoos, I’ve never asked about them, not wanting to push him too far if they were meaningful. But every time over the past week we’ve gotten naked together, the dove that decorates the skin over his heart has made me more curious.
I point to the black-and-white tattoo. “Does this mean hope?”
He holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger, nodding once. “Yeah, I’d say it’s my favorite of them all.” He casts his eyes down his torso. There must be at least fifteen different tattoos, some reaching around his ribs, but they all fit together perfectly.
“None have color,” I say, taking in an eagle that sits over his right rib cage. “And most of them are birds.”
He brings my attention back to his face as he brushes his lips over mine. “Up until now, there hasn’t been a lot of color to include. All I’ve ever wanted to do was grow wings and escape my life. So, I drew them on me instead.”
“Up until now?” I whisper.
A sexy smile pulls at his lips. “Up until now.”
My lips find his as I kiss him, sweeping my tongue inside his mouth.
Still making out, he leads me over to his weight bench and lowers onto it, pulling me down to straddle him.
He drops the rope on the floor and breaks our kiss, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want to have some fun with you, Mia.”
I cock my head to the side. “What do you have in mind?”
His eyes fall to what I’m wearing. “When I saw you in this hot-as-fuck skirt in Riley’s, I was pissed I wouldn’t get to fuck you in it that night. Like hell am I passing up that chance again.”
Leo’s face flashes in front of me; that night in Riley’s, I noticed the flirtatious way he was with me, and tonight, he stepped it up again.
“What is it?” Jessie asks, rubbing a hand over my shoulder.
“Nothing.”
He quirks a brow. “Mia?”
I blow out a breath and I pin my bottom lip between my teeth, but Jessie reaches up and releases it.
“Tell me.”
“You were right about Leo. He made a pass at me tonight. It’s sort of the reason I’m here. Mainly because I wanted to see you, but also?—”
“Because he’s a fucking prick and he thinks he can put his hands on you? On my girl?”
I probably shouldn’t be turned on right now, but I am.
“Nothing happened,” I clarify. “I told him where to stick it and left.”
Jessie’s jaw tics as rage paints his face while he looks off to the side.
Gripping his chin, I pull his attention back to me. “We’ve got bigger issues to worry about than Leo. He means nothing to me.”
“If he ever tries anything with you again, I want you to tell me.”
“Okay.”
“Mine.” Untucking my sweater from my skirt, Jessie pulls it over my head and then reaches behind and unclips my bra. “Every single part of you belongs to me, Mia. You good with that?”
“Yes.”
His lips fall to my neck. “Such a good girl.”
“What if I don’t want to be a good girl all the time?” I whisper, gasping at the way he works his tongue over my collarbone. “What if I want to be bad?”
“I’d say that’s inevitable with the way I plan to corrupt you.” Jessie’s hands come under my skirt, palming my ass. Only my black tights and thong separating us. “Lift up and turn around for me, Sweetheart.”
His hard cock rubs against my ass when I lower myself back onto him.
“I can’t touch the floor.” I laugh, pointing my tiptoes toward the gym matting as I perch on top of his thighs.
“But look at how beautiful you are.” Jessie nods in front of him.
Looking straight ahead, I take us both in, Jessie resting his head on my shoulder.
“We look pretty good together, don’t we?” I reply.
“Spread your legs for me. I got you.”
Opening my knees, I can already see the wet patch forming on my dark tights, and Jessie opens his thighs with me, spreading me further apart.
“Do you have more than one pair of these at home?” he asks, plucking the sheer material.
“Yes.”
“Good.” His hands fall to my center, and he rips a hole in them, exposing my thong-covered pussy.
I throw my head back into his shoulder and laugh. “One pair less now.”
My laughter turns to gasps as his tongue finds the crook of my neck again, and I feel the way his hard dick grows even harder beneath me.
Still sucking and nipping at my sensitive skin, he trails his right hand up my inner thigh, stopping at my pussy.
“When you come over to mine at night, I won’t always be here. Sometimes, I’ll be away with the team,” he whispers into my neck. “When my hands can’t touch you, I want to know my girl can still get herself off. You told me you’ve never been able to do that, right?”
“Right,” I gasp.
He shakes his head and tuts softly, looking at me in the mirror. “That just won’t do, Sweetheart.”
With his other hand, he takes one of mine and joins them together, bringing them over my pussy and pulling my panties to one side, exposing me.
“I’m going to show you how to finger this pretty cunt properly, and then I’m going to fuck it while you watch. Any questions?”
I shake my head, heat pooling between my thighs. “No questions, sir.”
A rumble reverberates against my back. “Make sure you take lots of notes.”
My mouth pops open when he takes my middle finger with his and pushes them both inside me.
“Do you feel how tight you are?”
I tilt my head up to the ceiling, already close to coming from the experience alone.
“I need you to watch so you can learn, Mia.”
I find our reflection, admiring the way Jessie smiles at me through the mirror. “I’ve never been this tight before. I’m already so close.”
Jessie pulls his finger out, and I follow, pushing it back in when he does.
“Look at us, baby. Look at how well you’re doing. Fingering this sweet pussy of yours. Can you feel it getting wetter?”
My head falls forward as we continue to pump our fingers in and out. “I’m dripping.”
“All over my floor. But remember to keep watching because I’m about to switch things up.”
I pick my head back up and watch as he withdraws his finger, and I instantly feel the loss.
“Does that feel empty?”
I let out a needy whimper and nod.
“Better add another then, yeah?”
I push a second finger inside myself as Jessie brings his to his lips and sucks it clean, watching me finger myself in the same way he showed me.
“I want you to curl your fingers forward and find your front wall,” he says, bringing his hand over mine.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Jessie smiles cheekily. “Just try. You’ll know when you get it right, trust me.”
As soon as I curl them toward my palm, a shot of pleasure shoots all the way to my toes. “Oh my god.”
Jessie pulls my hair to one side, kissing his way up my neck. “Keep doing that until you soak my floor.”
His thumb finds my clit as I continue to stroke myself, and he moves in rhythmic circles.
“There’s so much pressure,” I gasp.
“With the way you’re working your pussy so well for me, there’s a chance you might squirt. And if you do, I don’t want to miss it. Open your legs as wide as you can for me, Sweetheart. Let me watch that pretty cunt.”
One more curl of my fingers sends my release flowing down my thighs and onto the black matting beneath, powerful shudders overtaking my body.
“That’s the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.” Jessie picks me up with one arm under my ass and steps over the bench. With his free hand, he pushes his shorts and boxers down and kicks them off to the side.
In less than a second, he’s straddling the bench, and both hands are under my ass, hovering me above his erect cock.
He looks at us in the mirror, his eyes full of pure lust. “Now I want you to watch as I fuck you.”
I’m still dripping when he lowers me onto him, the mirror showing the way I take every inch of his length.
As I stretch around him, our moans fill the room, along with the low-playing music, which has switched from Nirvana to Adele’s “Make You Feel My Love.”
Rocking my hips over his, he fucks me through another orgasm, and as I let out a desperate cry, he whispers into my ear, “You feel the way I love you, Mia? Your cries are a product of my years of wanting you, needing to feel you wrapped around me so badly.”
“I love you,” I whisper back. “S-so much.”
“Don’t whisper it, Sweetheart.” He thrusts up into me hard. “Scream it.”
“I love you!” I cry out. Another orgasm ripping through me.
He chuckles, happiness rolling off him. “Congratulations, Mia. You passed today’s lesson with flying colors.”