Jess #2
Pressing a hand hard into Jarrett’s chest, I push him back until he slips out of me, the backs of his legs hitting the edge of the opposite bed. I follow, dropping to my knees in front of him, running my hands along the hard length of him in appreciation.
“I’ve missed this fucking dick so much,” I say, glancing up at Jarrett. He smirks, but as soon as I wrap my mouth around the tip of him, any trace of a smile fades and his eyes roll back as he groans.
I work him into my mouth slowly, sliding down farther each time until he’s coated and wet.
When I slide my lips all the way down to the base of him, fighting against the gag, he curses, flexing his hips forward.
I pull back, circling my tongue over his crown before dipping down again, this time holding my breath so he can fuck my throat.
When I palm his tight balls, I know he’s close, but he grabs me by the arms and yanks me up, kissing me hard once before spinning me around until my hands are braced on the other bed we’ve yet to fuck on.
I climb up, braced on my hands and knees, and Jarrett slides his wet cock down the line of my ass before slipping inside my pussy again. He feels bigger in this position, every inch of him stretching me open as I arch my back and flip my hair back for him to grab.
“I want you to come again,” he pants, hips rolling and pushing him in deeper.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can.”
“Do you trust me?” he asks, tugging my hair and leaning down to suck the skin of my neck.
I gasp, his cock so deep inside me now I’m seeing stars. “Yes,” I breathe, and Jarrett runs his thumb along my bottom lip before dipping it inside my mouth. I suck it gently, rolling my tongue all the way down to the knuckle and back.
Jarrett groans, pulling his thumb from my mouth and sliding his hand down my back, over my ass. Then, before I have time to register it, I feel a pinch, and that same thumb slides inside my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, the new sensation rocking through me. He pounds in deeper, thumb working in the same rhythm, and it only takes seconds for me to fall apart again. I come hard, fire scorching me from the inside, and my moans are all it takes for Jarrett to come with me.
We ride out our orgasms until the very last tingle, Jarrett slowly removing his thumb, both of us panting for air when he drops to the bed beside me and pulls me into his chest.
I’m completely sated, thighs and hip flexors already sore as I trace my fingers over his abdomen and up to his chest, outlining the fresh ink there.
It’s a brightly colored hourglass piece, sharp reds and purples lining the wings that frame the glass, the sand trickling down slowly, top half more full than the bottom.
“I love this,” I whisper softly, still running my fingertips over the swollen skin.
Jarrett pulls me closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. “And I love you.”
I smile, rolling until I’m on top of him, my hair falling down to frame us under the curtains. “Well, two beds down. But we didn’t make it to the floor… or the shower… or the chair… or the desk.”
“Oh,” Jarrett says with a smirk, hand sliding along my jaw before tucking into my hair and pulling my lips to his. “That was just round one. We’re not leaving this room until morning, I hope you know that.”
And so I smile, order us a pizza, and buckle in for round two.
***
“I’m really glad I got to do dinner with you before Bear and I leave for Pittsburgh, Jarrett,” Skyler says just as another round of margaritas is dropped off at our table. “Seeing your eyes light up when you talk about your job… I need to find something like that.”
Jarrett is completely surrounded by girls as we gobble up the last of our burritos and tacos at the best Mexican place off campus.
Skyler and Erin sit across the table while Cassie flanks his left side, Ashlei and I rounding out the right side.
And for the last two hours, he’s been drilled with questions, and he’s handled it like an absolute champ.
“You get like that with poker,” Erin points out, tipping her glass toward Skyler.
“Yeah, but can that really be a career? Like, a forever thing?”
“If it’s what you really love, why not?” Jarrett asks.
He makes a good point, and Skyler chews her cheek.
“It seems like that’s how you feel about your job, Jarrett. Like you really love it and there’s nothing else you want or need to be happy,” Cassie adds.
Jarrett smirks, casting a glance at me before tucking me under his arm. He presses a kiss into my hair, holding me close. “There is one thing.”
The girls sigh in sync, and I can’t help but swoon a little myself. After spending all night with him in the hotel last night, I didn’t think the trip could get any better. But we spent the day at the beach together, and now he’s getting along with all of the people who are important to me.
I thought I couldn’t get in any deeper with him, but here I am, sinking without a single care to save myself.
Jarrett tips my chin up and kisses me sweetly before turning the conversation back to Cassie and her plans to go pre-med.
All I can do is watch him, eyes memorizing the sharp edges of his nose, the line of his jaw, the curve of his small smile as he listens to my best friends tell him about themselves.
An ache rolls through me at the thought of him leaving again, not knowing when I’ll see him, not knowing how long we’ll be long distance.
Jarrett is so good at being alone. He was a loner when I met him, perfectly content in his one-bedroom apartment taking care of himself.
He’s had to his entire life, ever since his mother passed away when he was thirteen.
I didn’t even know he’d gone through that, not until he was taking care of me when I was sick last semester.
He’s self-sufficient. Independent. Completely fine on his own.
But I need him.
Before Jarrett, I didn’t need anyone, either. I wanted guys, sure — but just to get me off. I was perfectly content doing it myself if the right guy wasn’t around, and when they were around, that was all I needed them for.
But Jarrett snuck inside my heart. He opened me up when I was sure the doors were locked forever. I was like a succulent, needing little attention to survive, and now he’s transformed me into a weak little rose in the palm of his hand, desperate for his care.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable, and it scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
“I’ve got this,” Jarrett says when the waitress brings our bill, and all of the girls light up, their eyes catching mine. They know it, too — how deep I’m in — and I wonder if they’re happy for me or worried how they’ll save me when it all goes up in flames.
Jarrett holds me close to him as we walk the short distance to Ralph’s, one hand tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. We fall a little behind the group, and I feel him watching me.
“Stop overthinking,” he says. “You’ve got self-sabotage written all over that beautiful face of yours.”
I chuckle, leaning into him. “I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”
“I just got here.”
“But you’ll still leave in three days.”
Jarrett frowns, pulling me to a stop when we reach the parking lot of Ralph’s. I wave the other girls to go in without us, keeping my eyes on my feet when it’s just Jarrett and me.
“Do you remember what you asked me that day I took care of you when you had that nasty sinus infection?” Jarrett asks, knuckle finding my chin and forcing me to look at him. “You asked me how long it would take you to chase me away. And what was my answer?”
“You can’t chase someone who’s not running.”
Jarrett nods, his dark eyes searching mine.
“I’m still not running, Jess. Distance hasn’t changed the way I feel about you, and it won’t change our relationship if we don’t let it.
I know this is hard.” He pauses, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I know I’m asking you to love a man you can’t always touch, and I know that’s not fair. ”
“And I know how important this opportunity is to you,” I counter, leaning into his touch.
He frames my face with his hand, thumb rubbing the line of my jaw. “You’re important to me, too.”
“I know.”
For a long moment he just holds me, and I watch him, knowing I’m not making it easier for him to stick to his decision when I make him doubt us in any way.
“We’re going to make it through this,” I whisper. “I won’t lie and say I’m not scared, but we’ll be okay. I know we will.”
Jarrett sighs, relief washing over him as he tugs me into his chest and wraps his arms all the way around me. I inhale the smell of him, wishing I could bottle it up, wishing I could keep us in this moment forever.
“Want to throw me in the back closet for old time’s sake?” I ask with a grin, pulling back from his hold and grabbing his hand to lead him inside.
He smacks my ass with a smile of his own. “You’ve got to find some cowgirl boots first. You know, to keep the memory authentic.”
I laugh as we dip inside the glass doors, joining the girls along with Clinton, Adam, and a whole slew of their brothers.
And the rest of the night is easy, Jarrett getting along with everyone he talks to, and me letting go of my fears, if even just for the night.
We dance and laugh, drink and play, and when last call comes and goes and I’m back in the sheets with Jarrett, I know only one thing really matters.
I’m in love with a man who loves me, too.
Whether it’s forever or just for right now, I vow to make the most of every minute I can say that.