Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
“Wait, wait,” I say, common sense breaking in for the smallest moment as the tips of two thick fingers pause at my entrance. Jesse’s head snaps back, eyes wide, panic on his face, and if I weren’t so thoroughly turned on, I’d laugh.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, my words coming in halted breaths.
He smiles and starts to slide his fingers further into me.
The stretch is absolutely fucking blissful, enough to melt my mind completely, but I know I need to think rationally for just a moment.
I wrap my hand around his wrist, my fingers not making it all the way around but stopping his movements either way.
He pauses, but his fingers stay half buried inside of me, and I lick my lips, mentally trying to catch my bearings. “We need rules.
“Rules?”
I nod, breathing heavy. “Yes, rules. One night.” A finger bends, and I force myself to hold on to the thread of sanity that’s becoming harder and harder to grasp.
His cock twitches against my thigh, and I want to wrap my hand around it so badly, to feel him, but this is important.
“One night. Just to scratch the itch, sate my curiosity.” I accidentally shift, and his fingers slide in deeper.
“Get it out of our systems,” he says, and I groan in relief that he’s on the same page.
“And then we go back to normal,” I say. His head drops, pressing a kiss to my neck. If he moves to my ear and tugs my earring again, I’ll be a fucking goner. “You don’t want a relationship, right?” I ask.
“No,” he says.
“And you promise this won’t come to bite me in the ass?”
“I mean, I might bite you in that ass but—”
I let out a laugh without meaning to, slapping his arm and giggling. I giggle.
I’m naked in a hot tub about to have a one-night stand with Jesse fucking King, and I’m giggling.
Twenty-year-old Hallie would absolutely be losing her mind if she could see us now.
Eighteen-year-old Hallie—who thought Jesse King was the hottest person known to mankind—would be squealing.
Sixteen-year-old Hallie—who wrote Hallie King in the margins of her journals—would be having a full-on meltdown, but I never plan to tell that version of me about this. That version would read into things far too much.
And this is just for one night.
A night with Jesse King.
A single night of pleasure and fulfilling this need that haunts me every time he’s close enough to touch.
What could go wrong?
Common sense would probably tell me a million different things if it could, but I don’t actually buy a single one of them.
Every leak is perfectly patched up. He doesn’t want to date until Emma is out of the house.
I don’t want to date him because when things go wrong, because things always go wrong, I’d be the one left with nothing.
We’re on the same page.
“One night,” I say, letting go of his wrist and moving that hand to rest on his chest.
“Then I’d better get started now, huh?” he says, and then, without any warning, he fully seats his fingers into me.
I groan, but it’s swallowed when a greedy hand moves to the back of my head, pulling my face to his and devouring me in a deep kiss as he pulls out and slides back in.
My hips move, riding his fingers as pleasure ignites, flooding my veins and taking over every aspect of my consciousness.
All I can think about is Jesse, his fingers, feeling good, and getting more.
I try to reach between us, to grip him through his swim shorts that perfectly cupped his cock when he was getting in, but he breaks the kiss, shaking his head.
“Hallie, if you put your hands on me, it’s going to be a short fucking night.
” I smile then, continuing to move, reaching for him, and then gripping and stroking him over his shorts.
His fingers twitch inside of me, and I lift my hips, then drop them, in essence fucking myself, and hands down, this is the hottest sexual experience of my life.
“Hallie, you gotta stop,” he groans, head dropping to my neck. His hot breath there eggs me on, the idea of getting to him fanning the flames in my belly.
“No,” I say simply, gripping him harder, then moving to slide beneath his shorts. I just about have my hand around him, almost finally able to feel his smooth, hot skin beneath mine, when he grumbles to himself.
“Why do I feel like you’re never going to do as you’re told?”
“Not in my DNA, baby,” I murmur, then groan when I hit paydirt, wrapping my fingers around him.
He’s thick and hot, and the idea of him filling me—the way I already know he’ll stretch me with the perfect edge of pain—has my pussy tightening around his fingers.
He twitches in my hand, and I manage to stroke him once before his hand leaves me completely, wrapping around my wrist, tugging it away, and out of his shorts.
I pout pitifully as his hands move to my waist.
“Tell me if you get too cold.” I open my mouth the respond, but then I’m gasping as he’s lifting me out of the water, setting my ass on the edge of the hot tub against the house, and positioning me so I’m spread wide before him.
“Oh fuck.” The air is cold, but my body is on fire, especially when I see the heated look that crosses his face as he takes in my naked body.
“Jesus Christ, Hallie. Look at you.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to one thigh and then the other, his mustache scraping along delicate skin and sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cold air around us.
In fact, I can barely feel the cold, not with the way my skin is on fire right now.
Especially not when his head dips, tongue flattening as he licks me from entrance to clit before tipping his head back to look up at me. I’m staring down at him, his grin wide, mustache dotted with water, and his thumb grazes along my center.
“Better than I fucking imagined,” he says, and I barely have time to think about the fact that he imagined this because his head is dipping again, his face moving to devour me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his tongue flicks at my clit, putting a hand on the edge of the hot tub so I don’t fall, my head tipping back.
My free hand travels up to my breast, and the warmth of my hand over the quickly cooking water makes me moan again.
He makes a satisfied noise, and when I look down, his hair is pushed back, his mouth is on my pussy, thick fingers are on my inner thighs, denting my skin and holding me open, and his eyes, hazy and needy and filled with fire, are locked on mine.
When his finger pinches and rolls my nipple, he groans into me, the vibrations taking me higher and higher.
But I need more.
“Jesse,” I murmur. “Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me.” His eyes spark, and for a moment, I lose his mouth.
“Make it quick.” Three fingers slide into me, fucking me hard and fast and pulling a guttural sound from deep in my chest. “Make it quick, and then I’m bringing you inside and fucking you hoarse.”
I tighten around him, and he smirks.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.
“You said one night, Hallie, so I’m taking the whole fucking night.” The most devious smirk graces his handsome face before it dips, and all of the breath leaves my lungs, his lips circling my clit and sucking hard.
As he does, his fingers continue to move, fucking me like he’s on a mission, pushing on my G-spot like he’s known my body for years.
It’s building and quick, and my hand leaves my breast, fingers threading into his hair and pushing his face closer, getting him right where I need him. “Right there, Jesse. Fuck.”
Another deep groan leaves him, his eyes drifting shut.
It’s not his mouth or his fingers that do it, but it’s him so clearly enjoying this that sends me over the edge, the orgasm washing over me, waves and waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt crashing through me until I’m shaking.
He continues licking me and fingering me until it’s passed before he pulls back.
A self-satisfied smirk is written on his face, and he stands, reaching out to cup my face in his hands, then pulling me to him for a searing, white-hot kiss.
The taste of me is on his lips, on his tongue as it slides along mine, and I groan into it, the need that was just sated flaring back up in an instant.
When he pulls back, he gives me yet another knowing smirk before stepping out of the hot tub.
I watch, shifting toward the edge myself as he drops his wet swim shorts to the ground, leaving him just as naked as me.
His hard cock bobs, and I tighten my legs.
I barely notice him grabbing a towel before he’s wrapping me in it and then lifting me, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around him.
His lips move to mine in an instant as he walks both of us toward the house, sliding the glass door open, stepping into the warmth, and then sliding it shut again.
My hips move and rock against him, his dick right beneath me. I need him. I need more. I need it now. My lips shift down his neck, biting and sucking, and when I hit where his neck meets his shoulder, he groans, stopping his steps toward his room and pressing me to the wall.
“I could fuck you right here,” he groans, thrusting so his cock slides between the folds of my pussy, teasing and taunting but never giving me what we both need.
“Do it,” I groan, shifting my hips to get something, anything. Suddenly, I’m so empty and filled with need. He chuckles, then pulls back, stepping away from the wall and taking us toward his room once more.
“Need a condom,” he says, and embarrassment floods me. Of course, we’d need a condom, even if neither of us, from my understanding, has been intimate with anyone in some time, no matter that I’m on the pill. I’m sure one accidental pregnancy is enough to last him a lifetime.
“I’m sorry, I—” I start, then he tosses me onto his bed, climbing over me, planting kisses as he does, and knocking any thoughts out of my mind.
One on my ankle, another on my calf, and another on my inner thigh.
He plants a longer, hotter one right on my clit, then moves up to my belly, to the underside of one breast, to the nipple of the other, before finally reaching my lips.
“Shh,” he murmurs there. “All good, Hallie. In another world, another life, I’d love nothing more than to slide into you bare. But neither of us needs that kind of stress.”
Then, before I can say another word of apology, he reaches over to the bedside table, opens a drawer, and grabs a condom.
When he returns, kneeling between my spread legs, I take it from his hand, inspecting it before tearing and unwrapping it.
My eyes are locked on his hard cock as I slide the condom out, and my free hand wraps around him, jacking once, twice.
His hips thrust forward into me, and I can’t help but smile.
My hand continues to move on him, in awe, before he groans loudly.
“Get that on me, Hallie. I need to be in you.”
That’s all I need to hear. My hands move quickly, rolling the condom down his thickness before he’s moving again and settling between my thighs, forearms planted in the bed on either side of me. My hand is between us, gripping him and notching the head inside of me before moving to cup his face.
His head dips to kiss me as he slowly, torturously slowly, stretches and fills me. We’re a mess of teeth and tongues and pants as he slides into me, but when he bottoms out, he pauses, head falling to my neck and breathing heavily there.
“Fuck, Hallie,” he groans, his chest against mine and his voice vibrating through me. My throat is suddenly tight as I nod.
“I know.” It’s all I can say, and when he lifts his head, for a moment, I worry about what he might see there. Suddenly, it feels like he can see past every wall, past every whisper of just this once, and I don’t need anyone, to the soft place I’ve kept to myself for seventeen years.
But then he blinks, and his face is nothing but heat and need as he slides out and then slams into me. My head falls back, and I moan his name.
“The most fucking perfect sound I’ve ever heard,” he groans, eyes locked on me, and he pulls back and thrusts again. “My name on your lips when you’re full of my cock.”
In another world, I’d have a million different witty comments.
Instead, I just nod, lips parted as he fucks me, hard and fast, the orgasm in me building faster than ever in my life.
His head dips, kissing me for a moment, and my legs lift to wrap around his hips and get him in deeper.
Each slam into me makes a satisfying noise that fills the room, his balls slapping against me and adding to it, his grunts and groans blending with my mewls and moans and creating the most erotic soundtrack.
“Jesse,” I pant after a few minutes with panic in my chest as the most all-consuming pleasure builds in my stomach, something so big I’ve never experienced it before.
“So fucking good. So fucking tight. So. Fucking,” he says, then stops, groaning. “Need you to get there.” I nod quickly, my pussy tightening. “Your cunt’s too fucking good. Need you to come with me.”
I nod again, and then when his thrusts speed up, each one hitting deep, hitting me right where I need it—each one building that ball tighter and tighter—until on the third or fourth thrust, I fall apart, screaming his name.
He slams into me one last time, then groans into my neck, my name sounding like a prayer as his cock twitches inside of me.
For the smallest, most insane moment, I think that I’d really like to know what it felt like for him to fill me with his cum. I blink that one away, shaking my head as he pulls out.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, panting as he rolls off me, lying on the bed beside me.
“Yeah.”
“Holy. Shit,” I repeat, because what else do you say when your childhood crush fucks you into another century?
“Yeah,” he says again, this time with a chuckle. He turns to the side, planting a hard kiss on my cheek before rolling out of bed. I shift to my side and watch his tight ass as he goes. I didn’t get a chance to really look at him naked before, but now I take my fill.
“Where are you going?” He turns to face me, his cock still semi-hard, a hot-as-fuck happy trail moving down his chest, leading straight to his cock. His arms are muscled, his shoulders broad, and suddenly, I want him all over.
He smiles at me with the most devious grin on his lips. “Gotta go throw this out, then get refreshments.”
“Refreshments?” I ask with a laugh.
“I’ve got one night with you, Hal. I’m using it to my full advantage.”
And then he turns to walk off. When he’s out of sight, I reach over for the pillow and let out a girly squeal into it.