Page 51 of Devoted
Her brow furrows as she studies me. “You sure? You seem… tense.”
I gather her in my arms and press my lips against hers, drowning my frustration in her kiss, reminding myself of why I’m here, even though the guilt sitting in my stomach right now is making it coil. As she reciprocates the strokes of my tongue, my body comes alive and so does my intentions for being here. I fucking like this girl and she deserves my attention, so that’s what I intend to give her for the rest of the night.
“Brooks? Are you sure everything is fine?” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine when we part, searching for answers—answers I don’t want to give her just yet. I’m not ready to burst the bubble we’ve been in, where everything is new and exciting. I need to get this evening back on track fast.
I pull her into me once more, wrapping my arms and around her waist and leaning forward as far as I can to bury my nose in her neck. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just—just stuff going on with my family. And I’m exhausted. But it’s nothing. I’m more annoyed that the call took time away from you.”
The lean of her head against mine is a reassuring touch that I need so desperately right now. “I’m sorry. If you’re not up for continuing, we can leave…”
“No,” I state as I lift my head back up. “No way. Tonight is one of the few nights we can spend together and we’re not wasting it. Come on.” I grab her hand and pull her back to the station where we lift our axes and get back to playing.
Jess remains cautious around me, even though I try desperately to get my mood back on track, remembering our wager and how I plan on exploring her body more tonight even if she loses. However, I can’t help but think she lost on purpose once the hour is over. I could sense how eager she was to touch me as her hands explored my arms and chest in passing while we moved around each other tonight—and fuck if I’m going to fight that.
After we grab a bite to eat at a local burger joint, I take her back to my house on her request. I found a quaint place to rent on short notice when I moved back to Emerson Falls suddenly, but the goal is to buy my own home soon.
“Tell me why I figured you’d have a quintessential bachelor pad, but what I just walked into is a complete surprise. This place is so charming.” Jess declares as we walk into the living room of my three-bedroom house that’s only a few minutes from my mom’s. As luck would have it, the distance between this house is the same from my mom’s and to the hospital, the two places I spend most of my time in.
“Thanks. It’s definitely more homey than I’m used to. My apartment back in California was more masculine for sure, but I’m only renting. I’ll be looking to buy soon once everything settles down. Are you thirsty?”
“I get it. And water would be great. Thanks.”
I move into the kitchen and fill two glasses and then return to the living room where she’s seated on my couch. “Here.”
“Thank you.” She takes a sip and then sets it on the coffee table before turning to face me. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Brooks. Thank you for always trying to do things with me that I’ve never done before. I love that you put so much thought into our dates.”
I brush the errant hairs from her eyes as I study the grey hue of her irises. The woman has taken me by surprise, opening up my eyes and heart to possibilities I never fathomed when I moved home. My intention was to be there for my mom and devote my time to her. Luckily for me, my mom and my aunt’s encouragement to pursue Jess despite my doubts has given me a thrill when my world became bleak and ominous very quickly.
“I just love spending time with you.”
“You seemed a little tense tonight after your phone call. Are you sure everything is alright?”
I nod slowly, trying not to let my smile fall too far. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for asking, though. I’m just glad we were still able to make the most of the evening.”
“Well,” she says as she stands from the couch and rests her knees on the floor, moving in between my legs. “The evening isn’t over yet. And I think a good orgasm might help loosen you up.”
“You think so?” I breathe out, watching Jess’s hands fall to my pants as she glides her palms up and down my thighs through the denim covering my legs. My pulse is firing like lightening as she situates herself and those delicate fingers I admire sometimes when she’s putting in an IV pop the button on my jeans.
“You did win our bet. Now sit back and let me help you relax.”
The pull of the zipper fills the room along with my breathing. Jess urges me to lift my hips as she slides my pants and boxer briefs down over my ass, my dick jumping up in celebration as he’s bared for her to see.
Jess licks her lips in the sexiest way possible and then leans forward, fondling my balls as she lowers her mouth over the head of my cock. My eyes close on instinct because the warmth of her wet mouth feels too good, but I force myself to watch because the sight of Jessalyn Harris with my cock in her mouth is not one I want to miss.
She teases my crown, licking and dragging her tongue across it and then down the underside while those fingers continue to work their magic on my sack, and then she’s diving forward and taking me as far back as her gag reflex will allow.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I say in encouragement as one of her hands finds my shaft this time, working in time with her mouth. The sensation is out of this world, so mind-numbingly good it makes my head spin. The first twinge runs down my spine to my balls, signaling my impending release. But I know I still have some time before I blow my load, so I sit back, throw my hand in Jess’s hair, and watch the show. I guess there are upsides to winning.
Before I realize, the urge to come down her throat comes out of nowhere, building with each pass of her tongue and hands on my length, each twist and turn of her movement, and each moan she lets out as she works me over with her mouth.
“Fuck, Jess. I’m there,” I warn, but Jess says nothing. She actually moves faster, fondling my balls in time with her hand and lips, the triple threat giving me the perfect stimulation to blow my load down her throat, my groans filling the room as every spurt shoots out of me.
When I finally relax, I throw my head back on the couch cushion and try to regulate my breathing as I feel Jess stand and move around in front of me.
“That was incredible,” I manage to say when I open my eyes and find her sitting back next to me, smiling like she just won first place for her blow job skills—which in my mind, she did. A++.
“I’m glad you approve.”
My hands find my dick and tuck him back in my pants as I lift my hips and right myself. “Now it’s your turn.”