Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
Jesse
Tonight is the third night in a row that Madeline has slept in my bed, not that either of us have done much sleeping.
We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
Every time I touch her, it hits me deeper.
Every time I’m inside her, it’s better than the last, like her body continues to learn mine and keeps wanting more.
Last night, we didn’t even make it out of the front entry.
I’d walked her backward until her hips hit the table, and she yanked me between her legs like she’d been waiting for it all damn day.
The night before that, we got as far as the couch before she was straddling me, my hands in her hair, both of us too desperate to bother pretending there was anything else we wanted to do.
Every night with her is some kind of new position. Every night she gives me something I didn’t know I needed. And every night, I swear there isn’t a single way it could get better.
But then she finds one.
Because right now she’s on her knees between my legs, her mouth teasing the tip of my cock for the first time, and I know I’m done for.
Her lips wrap around me, soft and wet and perfect, taking me deeper than I expected on the first glide.
A shudder rips through my spine when her hands slide up my thighs, slow and sure, like she’s been doing this to me for years.
She cups my balls with one hand, strokes my shaft with the other, while her mouth works me in long, deliberate pulls that make my vision go spotty at the edges.
I grab another pillow to shove under my head because I need to watch what she’s doing to me. This is the first time she’s taken me in her mouth and judging by the way she’s working me she’s been thinking about it too.
Her head moves up and down my length, her tongue dragging along the underside, her lips sealing tight around me.
When Madeline hums around my cock, like she likes this just as much as I fucking do, my eyes roll back in my head.
Christ. My abs tighten, my hips jerk, I can’t help it.
She holds me down with a palm on my stomach like she knew that would happen.
“Fuck, Mads…” I breathe, cupping her cheek fully now. “Look at you taking me down your throat.”
She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, stroking in a slow, deliberate rhythm while her lips glide up my length, tongue teasing the underside on her way up. Her eyes flick up, checking in. The tiny glance with just the tip of me resting on her warm, wet tongue almost makes me come.
“Mads…” My voice cracks, and I’m a little alarmed that I can sound like this, like I’m begging.
Her lashes lower as she sinks down again, slow as sin, taking inch after inch until her lips are brushing the hair at the base of my cock and all breath leaves my body.
She pulls back with a slick drag that makes my toes curl. Her hand follows the glide of her mouth, twisting at the top, stroking me like she’s already memorized exactly how I like it.
When the head of my cock slips past her lips again, she swirls her tongue around me—slow, teasing, almost playful—and my hips nearly buck off the bed. She catches them with her free hand, steadying me, pushing me down like she’s the one in control.
That thought alone almost takes me out.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I rasp, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “Now, get up here and sit your pussy on my face.”
Her lips stretch into the faintest smirk around my cock. A smug, sinful little expression that shoots straight through my spine. Then she pushes down again, deeper this time, her throat tightening around me.
My head drops back with a groan that sounds like it’s been dragged out of my chest with barbed wire. “Fuck, Madeline. I want to taste you before I come.”
Madeline pulls off me with a wet pop, stroking me lazily, lips shiny, cheeks flushed.
“Come here,” I murmur, voice rough. “Turn around. Sit on my face.”
Her breath catches, just the faintest little sound, but she does what I say.
Madeline rises onto her knees, sliding her palms up my stomach as she moves, then swings one leg over me.
The second her heat hovers above my mouth, my entire body goes tight.
She’s already slick, her arousal warm and wet and the scent of her alone makes my cock throb against my stomach.
“Jesse…” she whispers, unsure, trembling.
I grip her hips from behind and pull her down the last inch. My tongue meets her in one long, hungry stroke. She shudders so hard she nearly folds over.
“Oh my God.” Her voice cracks. “Jesse—”
I drag my tongue up her slit again, slower this time, savoring every pulse of heat against my mouth. She tastes sweet and sharp and so goddamn addictive I swear my brain blanks out. I suck her clit gently and she gasps, rocking forward before she can stop herself.
“That’s it,” I mutter against her, the vibrations making her knees shake. “Give me more.”
She moans, bending forward until I feel her hand wrap around my cock. She strokes me in uneven pulls as she trembles over my mouth.
“Fuck, Madeline…” I groan into her, hips jerking when her fist tightens at the base. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”
She whimpers, grinding down on my tongue, her thighs tightening around my head as she rides my mouth without even realizing she’s doing it.
I slide one hand from her hip to between her legs, spreading her open with my thumb, exposing her swollen clit.
She gasps and I seal my mouth around it, sucking hard.
“Jesse—oh God—Jesse—”
Madeline folds forward with a choked sob, her hand on my cock trembling violently. But I hold her steady, eating her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need. My tongue circles her tight and fast, then slow and deep, switching rhythms until she’s shaking so hard the bed groans beneath us.
“Come on my mouth,” I growl into her, voice muffled by her heat. “Give it to me, baby.”
Her entire body locks. Then breaks.
Madeline cries out, head thrown back, hips grinding helplessly onto my face as her orgasm rips through her. She pulses against my tongue, clutching my cock in spasming fists, her thighs clamping around my head like she’s hanging on for dear life.
I don’t stop. Not when she’s shaking. Not when she moans my name.
And not when she collapses forward, panting, still riding the aftershocks against my mouth.
When she finally turns around to face me, all boneless and shaking, she whispers, voice barely there, “Jesse… I think you might actually kill me.”
I grin up at her, wiping my mouth with my thumb, already curling my hands around her hips.
“Not yet,” I breathe. “Get back here, gorgeous. I’m not done with you.”
I hook a hand behind her neck and pull her down to me, kissing her soft, swollen lips.
While I’m kissing her, she reaches between us and lines me up.
The first slow sink of her body over my cock forces a groan straight out of my chest. She eases down inch by inch, her lips locked to mine, and every muscle in my lower back goes tight trying not to lose it already.
She starts to move—slow rolls her hips, dragging her slick channel up and down my length. I slide my hands to her waist, guiding her, feeling every tremble that runs through her thighs.
“Jesse—” she whispers against my mouth, breath hot, voice shaking.
“I’m right here,” I murmur, kissing the corner of her lips, her cheek, her jaw. “Take what you need, gorgeous. Use my cock.”
And she does. She rides me in deep, greedy strokes that make my vision pulse around the edges. Her head tips back, neck arching, hair spilling down her spine in a wave I can’t keep my hands off.
I slide one hand up her back, palm spanning the smooth line of her spine. Her body is unreal—warm, open, perfect—I wouldn’t have believed a body could feel this good if I wasn’t actually experiencing it myself.
She clenches around me without warning, a tight flutter that steals my breath.
“Fuck—” I grit out, grabbing her hips as she grinds down harder. “I love it when you squeeze my cock like that, Mads. It feels so good to be inside you.”
She shakes her head, chest rising and falling fast. “I can’t… I can’t come again—”
“You can,” I growl, bringing my thumb between her legs, finding her clit. “You will.”
Her whole body bows when I touch her.
“No—Jesse—oh my God—”
“Look at me, baby. God, I can feel you getting wetter. You’re soaking my cock. Now, you’re going to give me one more.”
Her eyes snap open, wide and wrecked and pleading. I hold her there, my thumb circling her clit, my cock driving up into her in deep, deliberate thrusts that make her whimper.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this,” I breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “Let go for me.”
Her fingers curl against my shoulders as her breath stutters—one, two, three short gasps—and then she breaks apart. She comes hard, shaking in my arms, her body squeezing me tight enough to drag a curse out of my throat.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s my good perfect girl.”
I flip her gently onto her back without letting our bodies separate, sliding deep into her with a low, desperate groan. Her legs wrap around my waist immediately, pulling me deeper, bringing me home.
That does it.
I drive into her one last time and the world blanks out. My release slams through me, sharp and blinding, and I bury myself deep as I come.
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down against her chest while I shake through the aftershocks. Then I kiss her throat, her shoulder, anywhere my mouth can reach.
I fucking hate pulling out of her. My body protests the second we’re no longer connected, but she pulls me close, her forehead against mine, breath still unsteady.
She melts against my chest, fitting into me with a soft, sleepy sigh.
Her hand settles over my ribs—right where my heartbeat lives—and her leg hooks over mine like she’s claiming her spot. Or claiming me.
I slide a palm up her spine, slow strokes meant to soothe, but all it does is make her scoot even closer until her nose is tucked into my throat.
“You’re staying,” I murmur.
It isn’t a question. It never is, not anymore.
Her laugh is warm against my skin. “I was already planning on it.”
“Good.” I squeeze her hip, unable to help myself. “Because you don’t have to ask. You can sleep here every damn night if you want.”
She tilts her head up, eyes heavy, mouth curved in that soft smile that ruins me. “Careful,” she whispers. “I might take you up on that.”
“I’m hoping you do.”
We eventually peel ourselves off each other long enough to find some water and clean up.
We end up tangled together on the couch, sharing my blanket and my phone screen while we FaceTime Poppy who is, unsurprisingly, still awake and full of opinions about Landyn’s nail color and whether I am being “nice to Madeline.”
Madeline laughs and my chest pulls tight watching the two of them talk like they’ve been in each other’s lives for years instead of weeks.
Later, back in bed, she slides into my arms like it’s muscle memory, and maybe it is now.
There are things I want to ask her. Things I want to tell her.
Things I’m afraid to. Things that, if answered wrong, might knock the air out of my lungs.
But I’m not ready for that conversation—not tonight, not when she’s warm and trusting and tucked into me.
“Come here,” I murmur against her hair, tightening my arm around her.
She rolls into me instantly, rubbing her cheek along my shoulder in that sleepy little way that makes me crazy. “Bossy,” she whispers.
“Only with you.”
Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw, slow and tender. “Jesse?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I like being here.” A small pause. “With you.”
Something in me settles as I press a kiss to her forehead. “Good. Because I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiles, eyes fluttering shut, and I hold her tighter as the room fades around us.