21. Sean
We wind up at her place.
Jess and I abandon the hotel in a hurry. She leaves her car behind in favor of riding in mine. With my hand on her knee, I speed the entire way as we keep exchanging knowing glances. The redness hasn’t left her face and there’s a sparkle in her eyes. Both are driving me crazy. I want to make her even more disheveled, panting, and needy. I have to feel her tightness around me again as soon as possible.
After a lively visit to a sushi drive-through, where she declares to the drive-through guy, “Hold the avocados, please!” I swiftly order the avocado-free version for both of us. Soon after, I pull into the garage.
By the time we get inside, I’m ready to explode. The sushi gets tossed into the refrigerator as an afterthought as clothes are shed, bodies are grabbed, and we stumble our way into her bedroom.
I need her again. Right this second. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I want her to writhe beneath me, moaning my name as I fuck her all over the apartment. When I finally get her into bed, sprawled out underneath me like I’ve been imagining, I don’t waste any time.
Kissing my way down her body, one hand holds me up while I slip her hardening nipple between my lips. Her back arches beautifully into my touch. Those smooth legs of hers slide around me, and I know in that second that I want them over my shoulders as soon as possible. I leave a trail of wet kisses between her tits, down the swell of her stomach and then finally her wet folds.
Her moans fill the room the second I descend between her legs. She’s soft and warm, sweet on my tongue just like before but so much more addictive. After the days of torment, I know this isn’t going to be a one-night thing. I don’t want it to be.
I’m addicted to the way she touches me.
I’m addicted to the sensation of her kisses on my lips.
I’m addicted to the sound of her calling my name.
Despite her urging voice (and despite my urging cock), I dial down the speed and frenzy.
There’s no rush and no chance of being interrupted so I’m able to go slow.
I have to take it slow, I tell myself with determination.
I know her, but now is when I’m able to learn her, figure out what she likes and how she likes it.
So I take my time, drag out her pleasure until she’s begging for more.
I kiss her, I lick her, I tease her into oblivion. “See how perfect you are for me?” I rumble.
“Yeah…” she whispers.
“You were made just for me.”
Her back arches and her hands twist the bed sheets when she comes.
I drink it all in. The image is burned into my mind, and I know I’m never going to forget it. In the dim lamplight, she’s cast in an ethereal glow, appearing more angelic than human. I commit the image to memory as I kiss my way up her thighs, along her stomach, between the valley of her tits, which I stop to pay extra attention to. She runs her hands through my hair, and I hitch her legs around my waist while my tongue lavishes her pert, pink nipples. Only when she tugs my hair do I continue my journey upward to her neck.
“I want to be on top,” she breathes.
“Go for it,” I encourage her.
There’s movement, and I find myself on my back with her straddling my waist. She grins proudly and I tuck my hands behind my head, smirking at her.
“I’m surprised you still have the energy to move so fast,” I say. “I must not have done my job right.”
“Oh, you did plenty right…my knees are still quaking.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Don’t look so smug.”
“I’m allowed to be smug.”
Jess rolls her eyes, yet she’s still smiling. She runs her hands up and down my chest. “Yeah, well, I got you off too, and you don’t see me being all smug about it.”
I open my mouth to say she’s more than welcome to be smug, but then all thoughts drain from my brain as she shifts and grinds herself against my dick. My hands fall to her hips to give myself something to grab onto and ground myself. She does it again, watching my face with rapt attention.
“If I had only known sooner,” she says, sounding amused.
It takes me a second to respond, and when I do, my breathing is heavy. “Known…what?”
“That grinding on you is one way to instantly get you to stop talking.”
I tighten my grip on her waist and thrust upward so she can feel the full friction of my dick between her legs. “I would deny it, but you’re not wrong.”
She grins wider and is now rocking against me steadily, rolling her hips as she does. I can’t take my eyes off her and how goddamn gorgeous she looks like this: sex-mussed hair, lips swollen from our kisses, her skin flush, gorgeous tits swaying. She lifts up, placing her hand next to my head to steady herself and bringing our faces closer together. While kissing me, she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my shaft. She begins to work me with quick, firm strokes, forcing a grunt out of me, which is promptly swallowed by her eager mouth.
Everything besides Jess fades into the background.
She’s all I know, all I can and want to focus on. Her warmth and citrus scent hang around me, invading every one of my senses. I don’t know how long we move this way. She also wants to take her time, to draw this out for as long as we possibly can. When she finally does lift enough to put me between her legs, all I have to do is flex upward before I’m enveloped by her tight heat.
The way her head falls back as she moans, knocks any remaining breath out of my lungs. She takes the lead, rising and falling on my lap with the same steady pace she established earlier.
Her eyes are closed but mine stay open.
I want to keep this image of her in my mind.
I don’t know what’s going to happen after tonight. I don’t know what this is going do to our working relationship or how it’s going change our day-to-day. However, I’m also not in the mood to think. All I want to do is be in this moment and stay here for as long as possible. I slide my hands up her torso to give her tits appreciative affection. A lazy smile forms across her face, and she drags her eyes open to look down at me. It’s like we can’t keep our eyes off each other.
I wrap my arm around her waist, and just as quickly as she had me on my back, I now have her on hers. The motion makes me slip out, and there’s a loss in her eyes and a protest on her lips. I’m faster. I thrust my hips forward to get back where I need to be. She pulls me into a kiss and it’s soft, gentle, and sweet—a vast contrast to the heated grappling we did earlier.
When I start to move faster, her heavy breathing and the delicious noises spilling from her spur me on. She chants my name again and again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound.
It unlocks a feral, possessive side of me.
I know it’s the only name she will ever utter.
Her body locks around me as she hooks her ankles together behind my back, drawing me in each time I pull out.
I’m starting to reach my own end, and I take her harder, faster, pounding her into the mattress while she keeps moaning my name over and over. I can tell she’s getting close, already familiar with the signs, and I slide my hand between us. My thumb swipes around her swollen, sensitive clit, and she clutches me to her chest, pulling me into a kiss when she comes.
I briefly pause, enjoying her squeezing me, rumbling, “I love how you feel when you come on my cock,” then resume my movements, working her through it, continuing the same pace to ensure she has the longest orgasm she’s ever had, my hips jerking to meet hers again and again and again.
Minutes later, we lie tangled together, her bed sheets wrapped around us in a warm cocoon. I trail my fingers absentmindedly up and down her arm, marveling in the softness of her skin, occasionally tracing her freckles. She shudders and slots her fingers through mine, taking my hand. Lips meet mine, and we quietly kiss for who knows how long.
When we draw apart, she smiles and leans in for another kiss, which I happily grant. When she pulls away, the smile slowly fades, and she gives me a pensive look.
“What you did earlier in the office,” she says, “I really appreciate it.”
“Everyone needs to be fucked against the wall at least once in their life.”
“No! Not that,” she protests, laughing. “With that jerk at the front desk.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“But it is. To me, it is.”
“We’re working together with this, remember? We need to have each other’s backs. I wasn’t about to let that asshole speak to you like that and just walk away unscathed.”
“But you didn’t have to say anything, and you definitely didn’t have to make him apologize.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have had to do that. He should have been man enough to do it himself. At least now he shouldn’t give you any more trouble.”
“It bugs me dealing with guests like him, particularly older rich men. Not only because of the rudeness and all that, which is annoying on its own. But with the misogyny on top of it. It just makes the whole situation ten times worse.”
“He’ll go the extra mile now, tipping the staff generously, as a way to make amends for the embarrassment he caused. You’ll see.”
“Tipping his way out of trouble, classic move.”
“I know, right?”
I can still picture the way he turned his back on her, and it seriously infuriated me. It took all my willpower not to grab the man by the collar and literally shake some sense into him. I’ve worked with plenty of women over the years, some in very high positions within their companies. I never got the whole male supremacy bullshit that other guys in my position spew. I’ve met plenty of tough women who are more than capable of holding their own. I’ve known Jess long enough now to know that she’s one of these women and seeing her disrespected like that was unacceptable. There was no way I could let it go.
“I can’t even imagine having to deal with that bullshit on top of everything else you’re doing,” I say. “You have a hell of a lot more patience than I do, baby. That dude had some serious nerve, talking to you like that, and you still smiled at him and treated him with a hell of a lot more respect than he was giving you.”
“You wanna know a secret?” she asks.
“Sure.”
“I learned a long time ago from my mom that people like that, you know, folks who are rude and pissy about getting their way, cannot handle being met with someone who keeps smiling and gives zero concerns about their attitude. They’re fishing for a reaction, hoping to escalate things so they can exploit the situation, and when you don’t give them one, they have no idea how to handle it, and it gets under their skin.”
The idea that her cheerfulness is being used as a weapon breaks me, and I start laughing. Amazing. Simply amazing. I know exactly the type of people she’s talking about, and I can see how having this bright, bubbly, smiling person in front of you can be disarming. Hell, didn’t it work on me right from the get-go?
I always knew Jess was bright, but I never fully, fully grasped just how clever she can be.
“That’s actually a little diabolical,” I tell her.
“Coming from you,” she beams, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Good because it was meant as one.”
Her eyes dance, and I pull her in close. Her lips find mine, and we settle into a chill make-out session, my arms tight around her.
It doesn’t even occur to me that I should go home or not spend the night. She seems to be settling in for sleep, and I don’t feel like she’s expecting me to leave, so why not stay? What harm could it do? I’m too warm and comfortable. Besides, if I leave, I can’t nip at her skin and make her moan.
Eventually, our kisses slow to gentle pecks, then fade away altogether as we nestle into each other for sleep. It’s not too long before her breathing evens out and she’s out cold. I lie there for a time, feeling her body cuddled up against mine, watching her with affection blooming in my chest. The feelings are a little daunting, and yet, unsurprising. I’m too tired and relaxed to decipher them at this moment.
Instead, I adjust the blankets around us, slip my arm back around her waist, and let her rest against my chest. She nestles closer into me, and I drift off to sleep.