Chapter 26
ANYWHERE YOU WANT
JOEY
Dark Signs by Sleep Token
We crash through his bedroom door in a tangle of desperate hands and hungry mouths. Jesse walks me backward until my knees buckle against the mattress, and before I can catch my breath, he drags the hem of my dress up my thighs.
“I need…” the words dissolve on my tongue. I grip his hair and guide him between my thighs.
He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and tugs me toward him by my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me.
The first drag of his tongue steals the air from my lungs.
A sound breaks loose from me, thin, needy, and uncontrollable.
He devours me like he’s been starving, like every second without me has been a deprivation.
There’s nothing careless in him. Every stroke is intentional. Focused. Possessive.
I twist the sheets in my fists and try to breathe, but he finds a rhythm designed to destroy me.
Reading every hitch of my breath and adjusting until I’m shaking beneath him.
My thighs clamp around his head, and he groans against me, the vibration sending sparks scattering through my nervous system.
“Jesse,” I can barely get his name out. “God, right there, don’t stop.”
He presses a finger against my rear entrance, and unexpectedly a shock of pleasure shoots through me, sharp and electric.
Then he pushes inside and I lose my mind.
The sensation is so far outside anything I’ve experienced that my brain short-circuits trying to categorize it.
His tongue doesn’t stop. The dual sensation builds into something I have no framework for, pleasure stacking on pleasure until my thighs are shaking and I’m gripping his hair so hard it has to hurt.
I arch off the mattress, his name spilling from my lips as I shatter against his mouth.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Not even close.
When I finally release my grip on his hair, he crawls up my body, and I’m already reaching for him, desperate to close every inch of distance between us.
I tear at his clothes, my fingers clumsy, and pull the shirt over his head, unbuckle his belt, and shove the jeans down his hips. He kicks free of the fabric, and when we tumble together onto the tangled sheets, the full length of him presses against me.
“You have no idea how fucking good you taste.” He groans it against my throat, his mouth dragging up my neck, hands gripping me like I’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.
“So show me.” I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his tongue.
Something is different in the way he handles me. Not wrong, nothing about this is wrong, but his energy burns hotter, his hands grip harder, his body hums against mine like a wire pulled too tight.
This night has stripped away every inhibition I’ve ever built, and I’ve never been this version of myself, bold, hungry, unafraid to ask for what I want.
And I want everything.
I turn in his arms, pressing my back against his chest. He groans and pulls me closer, his cock hard and hot against me.
I reach behind me and wrap my hand around him.
He hisses through his teeth, hips jerking into my grip.
I guide him lower until the head of his cock presses against the tight ring of muscle no one’s ever had.
“I want you to fuck me here.”
I feel his cock twitch in my hands and his lips against my neck.
“I’ll fuck you anywhere you want, baby,” he groans against my neck, and his fingers dig into my hip, pressing hard enough to leave marks.
His mouth drags up the side of my throat, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, like he can’t stop tasting me even now.
I’ve cracked him open and he’s deciding whether to let me feel what’s inside.
I press back against him, feeling how hard he is, how ready. He exhales against my shoulder.
“I want to make it good for you.” His hand moves up my collarbone and grips my jaw, angling my face so he can kiss me. His body curves around mine, chest pressed to my spine, one arm sliding beneath my pillow.
I hear the click of a cap, and then his hand slides between us, slick, warm, rubbing gently against me. The wetness is soothing, and I exhale into it, letting my body soften.
I lift my thigh, and his cock nudges my entrance.
The first press steals my breath.
My instinct is to tense up, to brace, to control this the way I control everything in my life but Jesse’s arm wraps tighter around me, his teeth graze my neck along with a soothing pass of his tongue, and I make a choice I’ve never made before.
I let go.
He eases forward, slow and careful, stretching me open inch by devastating inch. His arm trembles where it wraps around me, every muscle locked tight with the effort of holding himself in check.
“Tell me to stop if you need to.” His voice comes out wrecked against my ear.
“Don’t stop.” I push against him. “Oh God, Jesse, don’t stop.”
He sinks deeper.
The fullness overwhelms me, an exquisite burn hovering at the edge of too much before transforming into something else entirely.
Pleasure blooms in places I didn’t realize could respond this way, and my brain scrambles to interpret the signals flooding through me.
I’m shaking, and I can’t tell if it’s my body or my heart or some seam between the two splitting wide open.
“Move.” The word escapes ragged and desperate. “Please. I need you to move.”
When he does, I grip the sheets until my knuckles ache, moaning into the pillow as pleasure spirals through me. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my entire body. Foreign and overwhelming, and somehow exactly what I’ve been craving without knowing it.
“Fuck, Joey.” His voice is ragged against my ear. “You feel too good. I don’t know if I can…”
“Oh God, don’t stop.”
He thrusts harder, his hips snapping forward before he can catch himself, and the sound I make is raw and shameless because it’s too good and too much all at once.
He pulls me tighter against his chest, presses his mouth to my shoulder, and when he moves again, every stroke is measured. Controlled. Costing him everything.
His breath is shallow against my neck, punctuated by soft groans each time he pushes deeper. The sound of him losing control sends heat flooding through my veins. His hips rock against me in a rhythm growing more urgent, more desperate, and every strangled breath tells me he’s unraveling.
He cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple while his mouth drags fire across my neck and my shoulder.
“God, I fucking love you so much.” His hand slides between my thighs and finds my pussy, so swollen and aching for him.
I love this boy so much it terrifies me.
The combination undoes me. His cock and his fingers working me at once, the dual sensation blurring into something I can’t separate, can’t control. I’m chasing a high, climbing higher with every second, needing more of him, needing everything he can give me.
The orgasm rips through me without warning. My body clenches and pulses in ways I didn’t give it permission to, pleasure detonating from somewhere deeper than I’ve ever accessed.
Jesse follows me over the edge with a broken groan, his body shuddering against mine, hips jerking through the aftershocks as he buries himself deep.
His arm stays locked around my waist, his face buried in the curve of my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my spine.
The room is quiet except for our breathing, slowing, syncing into the same rhythm the way our bodies always seem to find each other without trying.
He eases out of me carefully, and I turn in his arms.
His face is flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed and thoroughly wrecked. I did this to him, and the possessiveness burns steady and hot beneath my ribs.
“I love you,” I say against his lips.
He kisses me back, fingers tangled in my hair while his other hand traces the fresh ink on my hip. Permanent.
My mind drifts in and out, replaying the night in flashes, neon and wind, each image softer than the last, dissolving before it fully forms. Sleep pulls at me, heavy and warm.
I take his face in my hands. His eyes are a bright blue against the dark of the room.
“Ask me again someday.”