Chapter 38
Thirty-Eight
CLARA
I had a lot of nerve coaxing a third orgasm out of my body in the shower when I demanded that Jesse not do the same. But in my defence, the sight of his wet face looking up at me from between my drenched thighs—as I came down from achieving something I didn’t even know I was capable of—was hard to shake. I needed to do something to soothe the ache that the image created. I couldn’t spend the next however many hours with my friends feeling that turned on. I just needed one more to take the edge off.
When I left the bathroom, Jesse was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had put boxers on, but I could still see the thick ridge of his dick, where it had barely softened, pressed up against the fabric. For the first time, maybe ever, I had the urge to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.
I was dragged into reality by a loud knock on the door.
“Clo, be in Becky’s room in the next five minutes,” Addie’s voice called through the door, an amused lilt to the French.
I could feel the weight of Jesse’s stare as I grabbed some clothes and got dressed. As I pulled a T-shirt on, his hands grabbed at my waist, and he kissed me. Just like it had been in the shower, this kiss was deep yet a touch frantic. I pulled him to me.
He broke the kiss first, bringing his mouth against my jaw and licking along my jawline.
“I didn’t know showers were such a religious experience for you,” he said quietly as he kissed just below my ear.
The way I lost track of what I was saying when in the heat of the moment needed to be studied. I had never been like that before. But, once again, without realising, I’d repeated his name when I came.
“They usually aren’t. I was very worked up.” Somehow, my body still craved more. Already, the deep ache was returning.
“I’ll take it as a compliment. But don’t worry, I’ll still be good and wait for you to get back. Don’t be too long, I am very worked up.”
He pressed a final kiss to my temple, then disappeared into the bathroom.
So much for taking the edge off.
* * *
Given that Addie had to knock for me, I wasn’t surprised to find that I was the last one to arrive at Becky’s room. When I closed the door, four pairs of eyes snapped to me.
“We put money on it, right?” Becky asked excitedly as Rachel groaned.
“Yeah, we did. You win.” Rachel sounded annoyed, which meant whatever bet they had made, she just lost it.
“What was the bet?” I asked as I settled into an empty chair.
“Whether you and hot neighbour would make sweet passionate love before or after the wedding,” Becky said casually, like we were in the habit of making bets about one another’s sex lives.
“When did you even make this bet?”
“About thirty seconds after he drove you off on your little date yesterday,” Lucy answered.
My head snapped to Addie, who was suddenly very interested in one of her braids.
“Is that why you dragged me off with a sense of urgency when I got back? To see if you’d won or not.”
“You knew yesterday and didn’t say anything?!” It was the annoyance in Lucy’s voice that told me that she had also lost.
“When we spoke, nothing had happened,” Addie said to Lucy before looking at me. “And no, that was not why I dragged you off. I saw Drew hanging off the passenger side door and figured you didn’t want to deal with that. He’s always been a bit scared of me, so I knew he would move out of the way sharpish. I was saving you out of the kindness of my heart, no ulterior motives. Mostly, anyway.” Addie shrugged.
“Why are you all so sure something happened yesterday?”
I had studied my reflection in the bathroom after I showered to make sure I didn’t look as well-fucked as I felt. I was convinced that I didn’t. No visible marks and the flush of my skin looked like it was down to hot water, not sex. My pupils weren’t dilated anymore. I looked normal.
“Who wants to take this?” Becky asked the room.
Addie raised her hand, clearing her throat before she started speaking.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that ever since an incident with a water fountain, Clara Henry always wears a bra. A lesser-known fact, but for some reason, one known by all those in present company, is that Clara Henry has the world’s most sensitive nipples. Well, my dear sister, you are currently not wearing a bra. Which, yeah, could mean several things. You were in a rush and forgot. Or you figured that it was just us girls, so who cares? But the thing is, you never forget. No matter how rushed you feel or who you are spending time with, you never forget.
“And so, with the evidence presented to us, it can be inferred that a certain roommate and you finally channelled all that sexual tension into some kind of sexual act in which hot neighbour was very attentive to your needs.” Addie ended her speech with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Well, it wasn’t the reason I thought. It seemed obvious to me because I was late, and I was never late.
“How could you tell the moment I walked in that I wasn’t wearing a bra?”
“No bra strap for one.” Becky pointed at my exposed shoulder. My hand went there reflexively to check, even though I knew there wasn’t one there. “And secondly, you’re wearing a white T-shirt, which is maybe odder than the lack of bra. But anyway, that thing is so threadbare, it’s practically see-through, and therefore, we can clearly see there is no bra under there,” Becky continued.
It was only when it settled on me properly—and I noticed I was surrounded by the scent I associated with Jesse—that I realised I had pulled on the T-shirt Jesse usually slept in. It smelled so overwhelmingly like him that it seemed like the next best thing to spending the morning with him. The way he kissed me afterwards had been an added bonus, even if it did leave me wanting so much more.
I sighed in defeat.
“Soooooo, who are the winners? Me and Lucy, or Addie and Becky?” Rachel asked.
I didn’t need her to clarify which pair was on which side. It was obvious.
“Addie and Becky,” I mumbled. There were actual cheers at the confirmation.
I hated my friends.
“Okay, great. Now that we all know that Clo had good, satisfying sex, can we get back to me? It’s my wedding week after all.” Becky smiled at me, and one by one, we burst into laughter.
* * *
Becky and Juliette released us back into the wild just before lunch with strict instructions to avoid the sun for the next twenty-four hours. It sounded extreme, but I had already tanned out of my usual shade of foundation, so I understood.
I was more than happy to stay indoors, especially if I could do it with Jesse. As I wandered back to our room, I started to imagine just how we could spend the rest of the day. Opening our bedroom door, I was giddy with excitement.
Before I even fully closed the door, Jesse was in my personal space. His hand reached behind me, and he clicked the door shut as he dipped to the crook of my neck and pressed gentle kisses to my still-exposed shoulder.
He was still only in his underwear, although they were different, and I let my hands roam freely over his back before I settled them in the dips of his lower back.
“I really want to kiss you, but I don’t want to ruin your make-up,” he whispered into my neck.
I appreciated the sentiment, but it was pointless.
“It’s fine. I’ll ruin it for myself,” I said as I moved a hand down to cup over his underwear. I started stroking him, relishing in feeling him start to thicken under my touch. I felt rather than heard his groan, and before he could take charge of things, I dropped to my knees.
“Clara,” he said my name with such reverence as I pulled his underwear down. I let them drop to the floor and started stroking his cock again. Before I took him into my mouth, I pressed a kiss to the underside of his shaft. I took a moment to admire the imprint of my dark red lipstick against him before I went and ruined it by taking him as deep into my mouth as I could.
“Shit.” He sighed above me, his hands flexing in and out of fists like he was trying to restrain himself.
I replaced my mouth with my hand, stroking him slowly as I looked up at his glazed-over eyes and the slow rise and fall of his chest.
“You can do it, you know. Just don’t go too crazy.”
He muttered something unintelligible as his eyes slipped shut.
“You sure?” he asked, loud enough to hear this time.
My response was to take him back in my mouth. After a moment, his hips started rocking forward. He slowly picked up the pace, making sure he wasn’t going deep enough to make me choke. As he found his rhythm, I reached for his balls and started gently teasing them.
“Fuck, Clo, I’m so close.” His voice sounded so broken, I felt it directly in my core. I let his cock fall from my mouth, gripping it at the base.
“Then come, Jesse.”
His eyes darkened at his name on my lips, just like I knew they would. I took his head back in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and using my hand to twist along his shaft. His hips stuttered once, twice.
“Shit, baby,” he moaned as he came in my mouth. Once he had stopped pulsing, I let him go with a satisfying pop.
“Stand up.” He spoke quietly but with total dominance. I stood up slowly. “My turn.”
His hand slipped into my shorts but stilled when he made immediate contact with my bare, wet pussy.
“Are you serious?” His voice dripped into my ear as he ran a finger along me.
“I was too sensitive for anything too tight against my skin.”
“It was that third orgasm that pushed you over the edge,” he laughed. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his fingers stilling.
I had never wanted anything less.
“Please continue,” I said quietly.
“Good girl.”
I gasped when his fingers made contact with my clit.
“You’re so wet for me, Clo. It really turned you on, didn’t it? Having my cock in that mouth of yours, knowing you were making a complete mess of that lipstick as I fucked it off.” His words hit a carnal part of me that I didn’t know existed until that very moment.
My hands grabbed at his shoulders as he slipped a finger inside me, increasing the tempo of his thumb against my clit.
“Did you like having me at your mercy? How did it feel to have me fall apart just from your mouth? Did you like seeing it covered in streaks of your lipstick? Marking it as yours?”
“Jesse, please ,” I whimpered.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
His other hand snaked its way up my—his—T-shirt until it found the bare, stiff peak of my nipple, and he twisted. The sharp stab of pleasurable pain tore through me, and then I was coming. I collapsed forward as I rode his hand. He kept me on my feet as I shook my way through my orgasm.
When I felt steady again, I fell back onto the wall, taking in deep breaths that stuttered when I watched Jesse lick his fingers clean.
He looked smug once he’d finished. “You know I’m going for five now, right?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, well, this day isn’t ending without at least another two from you,” I countered.
“That won’t be a problem.”