22. Sean
The next morning I’m woken by a strange sound. First, I think it’s Jess’s phone, and I gently shake her awake. “Jess, your alarm.”
She giggles, and I feel her warmth roll away from me. “It’s not my alarm, it’s Pippin.”
Frowning, I crack my eye open to look at her in confusion. “Pippin?”
“My bird.”
Right. The little yellow fella she had on her shoulder when she told me off.
Jess leaves the bed, and I glance over at the clock on her nightstand to see what time it really is. A quarter to six a.m. It’s early, even earlier than I normally get up to do my exercises. I was hoping to sleep in a little, considering the workout I got last night was more than enough to make up for it. Now that I’m a little bit more coherent, I can tell what I thought was an alarm definitely is a bird singing or screeching. I don’t know. I’m not familiar enough with birds to tell the difference.
Whatever Jess does stops the noise, and I relax against the pillows while I wait for her to return. She does, carrying one of the food containers from last night.
“Sushi for breakfast?” I ask, raising my brow.
Her mouth is filled with one of the rolls, and she shrugs as she climbs back into bed. “Hey, why not? I’m starving. We didn’t actually eat last night.”
“I did.”
She playfully nudges me with her elbow. “Quit it, you goofball.”
I reach over and snag one of the avocado rolls (a clear fuck-up from the drive-through). “Goofball? Well, that’s a first.”
She chuckles. “Ha! Breaking new ground, aren’t we?”
We keep eating while we watch the sun rise through her bedroom windows. The sky goes from dark blue to light, broken by the occasional fluffy cloud. Once all the rolls have found their way into our stomachs, Jess cozies up on my chest. Her gaze lingers on my right arm, where a geometric tattoo wraps around my bicep, its lines subtly resembling tulip leaves.
“What’s the tattoo for?” she asks, her voice curious.
“It’s for my mother,” I reply softly, leaving it at that.
Her eyes flicker with understanding.
“I see,” Jess says quietly, letting the matter drop. “Too bad we have to go to work today,” she remarks and runs her fingers across my skin. “I’m too comfortable. I don’t wanna go anywhere.”
“Indeed, it would be rather pleasant to indulge in a whole day of lovemaking and sushi consumption.”
“It would definitely be an amazing day off. Too bad we have a group in, otherwise I definitely would suggest we do that.”
“I mean, we’re the bosses. We could do it.”
The idea of staying here, further exploring Jess’s body while the rest of the world gets shut out is tempting. Which is saying something, considering I’m not the type of man to miss work at the drop of a hat. I can count on one hand the number of times I wasn’t in the office last year.
Jess looks up at me with those wide blue eyes. “You continue to surprise me.”
“What do you mean? I’ve unleashed my wild side more times than I can count. You’ve witnessed it, if memory serves.”
She laughs out loud. “True, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” She pauses for a moment, almost as if she’s not sure if she should say what’s on her mind, which is funny, considering she’s never been shy about sharing her feelings before. “I’ll be honest, when I woke up this morning, I half-expected you not to be here.”
Huh.
Now I know why she hesitated. I don’t know how I feel about that.
Then again, I really can’t fault her, considering the first time we were together I ended the show early. I assumed she’d moved past it, but clearly it still bothers her to some degree.
“You have my assurance that I’m not going to leave you high and dry like I did the first time,” I assure her. With a smirk, I add, “Plus, you know where I live and work, and disappearing on you would be hard to pull off.”
My tone is light and teasing, meant to put her at ease but also reassure her that I’m not considering this a one-time deal. After all that we’ve tackled together, it’s clear that’s not going to happen. I don’t want it to happen. Even now, I want to run my hands up and down that soft, freckled skin and kiss her neck until she’s squirming underneath me, pleading for my cock.
She laughs, her arm sliding around my waist and her leg tangling with mine. “You’re right, I know how to find you. If you had tried that stunt this morning, I definitely would have given you a piece of my mind.” She pokes me in the chest, hard, and yep, my body reacts to her touch.
I playfully bite her poke-finger, eliciting a surprised squeak from her.
“I’d rather have a piece of something else.” I reach down and give her ass a small slap.
She twitches in response and lets out a surprise squeak. “Play your cards right…and I may just let you.”
My dick’s twitches intensify. I pull her onto me, burying my hand in her hair and pulling her into a kiss. Jess responds, stretching along me like a feline. I lay us down, losing myself in her touch and eager mouth.
That slow steady pace we started last night hasn’t left. This time, it’s Jess who starts to kiss her way down, starts to explore with her hands and mouth.
I’m more than happy to let her.
My breathing picks up as her tongue traces the hard lines of my chest. I move the tangle of brown hair away from her face so I can watch her expression as she descends. She looks up at me through her lashes, her warm eyes filled with that mischief and fire I’m quickly learning to appreciate.
She pushes the blankets aside as she settles below my waist. That mouth and that tongue I’ve been kissing are now wrapped around my dick. I groan, my head falling back as my hips jerk.
Staying the night is definitely proving beneficial.
Jess knows what she’s doing. She has me fully hard within seconds, and I watch her with rapt attention, committing every line of her face and every minute expression to memory. The visuals are fucking spectacular. The attention and care I’ve seen her display on a daily basis is now focused on me, and fuck if she’s not doing a good job of it.
Why haven’t we done this sooner?
We’re definitely going to do this on a regular basis.
My fingers caress her cheeks as she gets me to the edge, right on the brink, but before I can finish, she pulls off with a gasp and squeezes me just around the base. I grunt in frustration and shoot her a glare.
“You’re a monster,” I grumble.
Jess laughs and slides up my body again. “Only on Tuesdays…”
Oh, shit.
It’s not even Tuesday. What day is it?
I don’t give a fuck.
“…and you love it,” she adds with a smirk.
Just like last night, she straddles my lap and sinks onto me.
Oh, fuck. Even better.
“I do love it.”
I reach up and grab her ass, squeezing roughly as I yank her back down so that she takes me all at once. We rock together, falling into a steady rhythm of give and take. Her hands are splayed on my chest as she uses them for momentum. I take in all of her, still focusing on her expression. Watching her lose herself in pleasure isn’t getting old, and I don’t think it ever will.
There’s a freedom there that I don’t see in our day-to-day. It’s intimate. It’s different. It’s profound. This is something deep and personal that I consider myself fortunate to witness.
I don’t roll her over this time.
I can’t bring myself to.
Letting her take the lead and set the pace, I watch from beneath, running my hands up and down her thighs while my hips meet her grinding. We move in sync, rocking together almost as if we’re one person. Our bodies become slick with sweat, which helps our movements, and as she starts to grind harder, I know her orgasm is coming. I’m familiar with the signs by now and am more than happy to give her a hand. Her voice breaks as my thumb rubs firm circles between her legs over her drenched and swollen clit, and her body clenches deliciously.
When she comes, her nails dig into my chest and leave half-moon indents.
Now it’s my turn.
I pound into her, eyes taking in her lazy smile and the afterglow that washes over her. Sliding my hand up her back, I cup her neck and pull her all the way down so I can feel her close while I finish. She moans, and it gives me that final push I need.
Spent, she lies flat across my chest, her face buried in my neck.
“Today is going to be a good day.” I rub soothing circles on her back.
Humming in satisfaction, Jess giggles. “It’s definitely off to a great start.”
We fall silent for a time, neither wanting to say anything or move. At least, I don’t. I’m aware that the real world is calling and we’re going to have to answer at some point. Once that happens, work responsibilities will take precedence.
Jess is the first to speak after craning her neck to check the time. “Ugh, we need to get up.”
I grab my phone and glance at the time. “We can afford to stay for a few more minutes.”
Jess rests her chin on my chest to look at me. “True. But if we get up now, we can take a shower together.”
I raise my eyebrow. “You make a compelling argument. And I’m tempted to accept. But if we do, I know for a fact we’re going to be late.”
“It’ll be a quick shower.”
“Jess, if I get you naked, wet, and soapy, I can guarantee the shower won’t be quick. Rain check?”
“Rain check.”
As she makes a move to get up, I stop her, cupping her cheek. Her eyebrows draw together as she meets my gaze, looking at me questioningly.
“You know what,” I tell her, “fuck it.”
She squeals in delight. I toss the phone somewhere and chase her to the bathroom.