Page 124 of Jesse's Girl
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, his big hands gripping my ass cheeks roughly as he presses kisses to my bare flesh.
I gasp when he surprises me with a quick slap, the sharp sensation fanning out across my skin. He smooths his hand over the stinging flesh and exhales hard.
“So, you like my ass, huh?” I ask with a smirk, pressing back into his touch.
“Mmm,” he replies, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his throat. “And I like this too.”
I inhale sharply as he trails a finger between my legs—through the slickness gathered at my center—then circles it softly over my clit.
“And I fucking love this,” he adds as he plunges his finger inside me.
My whole body trembles and I grip tighter on the railing, letting out a soft moan.
He kisses my lower back, right above the cleft of my ass.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, my eyes fluttering closed.
Why the fuck is that so hot?
There’s a shuffling behind me as he withdraws his finger, and I squeak out a surprised sound when he grips me by both hips and tugs me back hard. Warm, wet heat envelops my pussy as he licks the full length of me. It’s almost too much, and my knees nearly buckle—but he’s got me. He holds me up, angling me toward him.
“Holy fuck.” I squeeze the railing until I’m sure my knuckles are white—but I’m not looking because my vision won’t focus anymore. I can feel only Jesse’s tongue flicking into me, his fingers digging into my hips, his soft curses brushing against my flesh.
“Christ, you taste so fucking good.” He tears away for long enough to spin around under my legs, sitting on his ass, and then his mouth is on me again. He pulls me to him, and the hard draw on my clit has me crying out.
His eyes blaze as he lowers all the way to the floor, tugging me down with him—but I hold back.
“Sit,” he commands from between my legs, squeezing my hips in encouragement. His expression is filled with nothing but hungry, desperate need.
“Jess, I don’t wanna hurt you…”
“You won’t,” he groans. “Just fucking sit, Ada.”
“You’re gonna dislocate your damn jaw!”
“And it’ll be worth it. Now sit on my face.” At this, he drives two fingers inside me and curls them, ripping a moan from my throat. “Let me have you. Let me have all of you.”
He pumps his fingers inside me again—for emphasis?—and my back arches on another guttural cry of pleasure.
Unable to deny him, I lower myself and he pulls his fingers out. My thighs start to shake, but I consciously let the tension go, unclasping my hands from the railing and dropping my knees to the floor on either side of his head. I rock and grind my hips, chasing my pleasure with every stroke of his tongue. It’s building so fast I think I might be having an out-of-body experience.
The sounds he’s making coax me right to the edge—every whimper, every catch of his breath, every groaned swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth against my aching center… Someone get this man a damn gold medal for using his voice.
God, it’s so good. He’s so good.
“Oh, shit!” My muscles tense, my hands grasping for purchase on his chest, my thighs, his hair, the railing—anywhere. I can’t figure out where or how to hold on as I try to ride the wave I can feel coming. So I don’t. Instead, I let go. And, when the explosion of pleasure bowls me over, I’m lost in it, crying out, moaning the word fuck on repeat, my own voice a deep, foreign rasp. I feel like I might come undone as another wave crests, overwhelming my senses. This time, I think I scream.
When I finally get my bearings, I realize I have Jesse’s hair clenched tight in my fist. I release my grip, suddenly self-conscious and worried I’ve hurt him. I push up and scramble back from him, pressing my fingers to my lips as I sit straddling his lap.
But there’s only fire in his expression.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Shit, Jess, I’m…” I trail off, breaking eye contact. What do I even say? Sorry I came so hard I nearly ripped out your hair?
He sits up and reaches for me. “Ada, look at me.”
I reluctantly comply, then tear my gaze away again. I’ve never lost control this way—never responded this way—with anyone.
He dips his head to get in my eyeline. “Hey. Really look at me.”