Chapter 20
TWENTY
Jesse
It’s insane to me how fast this girl has taken me from zero to one hundred.
In minutes, Madeline Ashcroft has me wound so hard, I’m shaking from it, breathing like I’ve sprinted a mile, every nerve in my body pulled tight and begging for release.
She’s sprawled out on the bed—naked, flushed, absolutely breathless from what I just did to her, the low lighting turning every line of her body into a work of art. Her hair’s a mess, her chest is rising and falling quickly, and her thighs are still trembling from the orgasm I dragged out of her.
And I am so fucking hard it hurts.
There is a sharp, pounding ache in my balls like my body is one breath away from giving up on restraint entirely. I can’t remember the last time I felt this close to losing control. Maybe never. My whole lower body feels tight, swollen with the kind of need that’s impossible to hide.
I drag in a ragged breath and let my eyes devour her.
Her lips, swollen from kissing me, the delicate slope of her neck, the soft rise of her breasts.
I growl under by breath when my gaze dips down to her dusty rose-colored nipples and then lower, to her perfect bare pussy.
My mind spirals with the memory of how her walls tightened and trembled around my tongue when I fucked her with my mouth.
“Fuck, Mads…” I brace a hand beside her head, breathing hard. “If you’ve changed your mind—if you don’t want this—now’s the time to tell me.”
If she asks me to stop, I will. But after having a taste of her, I’m needy for more. I trail my hand over her chest, squeezing her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. She tilts her hips up, just a little, rubbing her center against my cock.
“Yes or no, Mads. I need to hear it.”
“I want you. I haven’t changed my mind,” she breathes. “Please. I want to feel you from the inside.”
I lower my forehead to hers, breathing her in, anchoring myself in the feel of her body underneath mine. “Good girl.” My mouth brushes her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Now open up for me.”
Her pupils dilate and her eyes darken to a whiskey-brown. Teasing her, I drag my fingers along her opening, slow enough to make myself insane. “Right here?” The second I touch her, she’s trembling under my hand, so wet and ready. “Is this where you need me?”
“Yes, touch me. Please. Right there.”
Christ, she’s beautiful like this. Flushed and glistening, her whole body humming, begging for me.
“Like this? How does this feel?” I ask, circling her clit with my middle finger.
“Yes, Jesse. There. Everywhere. Please, Jess. Stop teasing me. I want you now.”
She lets out a soft, helpless sound when I insert one finger.
I lift my gaze to her face and watch it all—her lashes fluttering, her lips parting, the way her breath stumbles like her body can’t pretend she’s not desperate for more.
She’s in this with me. She’s just as wrecked and hungry, just as far past the point of turning back as I am.
She rolls her hips into it my hand, chasing the friction, a soft gasp breaking from her throat as she tries to get more of what I’m giving her.
“Jess—" Her eyes are on mine, lids heavy.
“I know, baby. I know. You’re so wet for me,” I murmur. “Do you want my cock now? Do you need more?”
Her fingers wrap around bicep as her inner walls clench around my fingers. “Yes…please…fuck me, Jesse…now.”
Nothing has ever been like this. Nothing I’ve ever touched, tasted, or wanted comes close to the way if feels watching Madeline give herself to me. She isn’t shy. She doesn’t hold back. She isn’t afraid to let me see every tremor, every little piece of her pleasure that she can’t contain.
She has to know I’m hanging on by a thread. Hell, I’m barely breathing as her body writhes under my fingers.
“You feel so good. You’re so soft. My cock is going to love being inside of you.”
I brace my hands on either side of her hips, pulling back onto my knees just enough to brush the leaking tip of my cock against her entrance. I lean forward. And then I freeze.
“Madeline…” My voice cracks. “I don’t have a condom.”
The words scrape out of me, raw and tense, because every inch of me is screaming to keep going. I grit my teeth, forcing myself still, my body pressed close enough that the heat of her pulls at every shred of restraint I have left.
“Dammit,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting this.”
I shake my head, fists tightening in the sheets.
“Jesse,” she whispers, lifting her hips the tiniest bit, an instinctive invitation that damn near kills me. “It’s okay, I’ve been tested and I’m on birth control.”
My heart slams against my ribcage. I nod. “I’ve been tested too. But are you sure? Really sure? I never do this.”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes locked on mine without a hint of hesitation. Then she nods. “Me neither, but, I’m sure.”
My hand drops from my cock, and I drive into her in one long, unbroken push, burying myself so deep my hips shudder when my balls meet her thighs. A guttural sound rips out of me. And Christ, I’ve ever felt anything this good.
My palms roam up her body, molding around her breasts, lifting them into my hands.
“There you are,” I breathe, thrusting again, somehow fitting myself even deeper.
I trail my mouth up her throat, nose brushing her jaw, feeling her pulse beating beneath my lips.
“I need to take you hard, Mads. You good with that?”
Her gasp hits my ear just as my hips jerk forward on instinct.
“Give it to me, Jesse.”
That’s all I need. I plant one hand beside her head and hook her leg over my arm, using the leverage to slam into her harder. Her head tips back, eyes heavy, lips parted like she’s offering me every soft, sweet sound she has.
I do it again. And again. The room filling with something filthy and frantic and absolutely perfect. Skin snapping against skin, breath breaking into moans.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” The words tear out of me as I snap my hips forward, plunging into her heat. She meets every brutal thrust, lifting up to take me deeper, and tighter.
“You feel so good inside me,” she moans, her nails digging into my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “So perfect, Jesse. So big. So good.”
I can’t stop staring at the way her breasts bounce with every stroke, the way her hips roll up to meet mine, the way my cock disappears into her perfect pussy over and over.
It’s obscene. It’s beautiful. And inside me, my orgasm builds until it feels like it’s going to tear me apart.
“You’re undoing me, gorgeous,” I grind out, every muscle straining as I drive into her. “Can’t believe I get to fuck you like this.”
I tip my head, brushing my mouth over hers, tasting her breath. “Such a good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “My good girl takes me so damn well.”
I slam my hips forward—harder, deeper, chasing the edge that is clawing at my spine. Giving her exactly what I know she craves. I take her again and again, my cock sliding against all the right places, every thrust hitting something in me that makes my vision haze.
Needing her mouth, I bend over her and kiss her—a hungry, messy kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine and her hands move to the back of my neck, gripping hard, yanking me down every time I try to pull back for air.
“Fuck—I’m gonna come,” I gasp, hips jerking, everything tightening. “You feel so good.”
“Come, Jesse,” she breathes.
And I swear I almost do right then.
“Can I…?” I suck in a breath. “Can I come on you?”
She nods frantically. “Yes.”
I keep driving into her—savage, relentless pumps of my hips that make white-hot stars burst behind my eyes. Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other, every breath a shredded gasp we share between clenched teeth and open mouths.
I drop my face into the curve of her neck, groaning her name over and over, losing myself in the way she tightens around me. My orgasm winds tight with every brutal grind of my hips. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it off.
“Come for me,” I rasp, dragging one hand up to cradle her face, forcing her eyes to mine. “Look at me, baby. I need you to come for me. I’m not letting go until you do first.”
Her gaze locks on mine, eyes dark, cheeks flush, and it punches the air out of my lungs.
“Come for me, Mads,” I plead, voice breaking as I slam into her again. “I want you to feel so good. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her lips part around a trembling breath, nails sinking into my shoulders, her whole body tightening like she’s unraveling right in my hands.
“That’s it,” I groan, thrusting harder, deeper, chasing her right to the edge. “Let go for me, beautiful. Let me have it.”
I feel it when her body begins to shake, the way her breath stutters, the way she clenches around me like she’s about to break apart and take me with her.
“Fucking hell, Mads, I’ve never felt anything better.”
“Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop, Jesse. You feel so good.”
She curls her hand around my thigh and pulls me closer, urging me to go faster. Her moans going straight to my balls, which are drawn up and ready to release.
“You are such a good girl.” I stare into her eyes, watching her let go. Her head falls to the mattress as she cries out my name in pleasure.
She has destroyed me. I’m helpless.
I’m falling faster and faster over the edge, so quickly there is nothing that will stop it.
My body jerks once, then again, and then I am soaring, shuttering through my climax. I pull out just in time, spilling onto her stomach, stroking my shaft until I’ve coated her skin in ropes of my thick, warm release.
We cling to each other when I collapse over her in my sticky mess, wrung out and lifeless. Spent from the strongest orgasm of my life. I doubt there’s any way I’ll be able to make the plane tomorrow. With the way I feel, I may never be able to get out of this bed.
I can make that work. There is nothing that I want to do more than lie in this bed with Madeline.
I ease down beside her on the mattress, pulling her back against my chest before she can drift away. The sheets are warm, her breath still unsteady. I lower my mouth to her shoulder, and she lets out a soft, shaky exhale when I nip at her flesh with my teeth.
Her hips shift back, brushing against me, and a low sound slips from my throat before I can stop it. I’m still coming down, still too sensitive, still too aware of every inch of her pressed against me.
“Jesse…” she rasps, rolling to face me, eyes heavy, cheeks flushed.
I reach up, sweep her hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear with a gentleness I don’t usually possess. She leans into the touch.
My palm spans the curve of her lower back, guiding her into me until there’s no space left between us. I cup her ass and hold her against me, exactly where I want her.
“Come here,” I murmur, pulling her even tighter. “I’m not done holding you yet.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, inhaling her floral scent. “I just need a minute and then we’ll shower, and I’ll clean you up.”
“You don’t—”
“I want to take care of you. It’s my mess that I made all over you. Besides, a shower sounds nice.”
“With me?”
“Yes, with you,” I state. “We have all night in this hotel room, and I refuse to waist a second of it.”
“Okay.” She snuggles her head into my chest like she’s trying to hide her face.
I smile. Normally, I would never do this. I’m not one to cuddle post-sex and I definitely don’t get off on seeing someone wearing the proof of what I did to them. But with Madeline, instead of wanting to pull away, I need to hold her closer.
Because I like how it feels.
And damn it, I like her.