Falling Down

  "You taste so sweet." He circles his tongue around my opening, then gently closes his lips around it, licking up my juices. He lets out a hum and my eyes roll back in my head when his tongue laps at my clit.

  "Jesse," I whisper.

  "So good," he whispers and continues licking, lapping and sucking at my pussy. When he slips two fingers back in, I can't hold back my moan of pleasure, and when he curves them just right and they hit that secret spot, I reach down and grab hold of his hair.

  I can feel his smile against me but I don't care. It feels too good to care if he's smug right now. I am losing my mind. I have never, never come four times--including the car. Ever, and I'm getting really close to doing just that.

  "Jesse," my breath catches and he looks up and meets my gaze. He takes one last lick then moves up my body. He sits on his knees and pulls me forward, draping my legs over his thighs. Then he thrusts smoothly into me.

  He groans and his eyes close as he holds himself still. He opens and meets my gaze.

  "You okay?"

  I nod.

  "Sure?"

  I nod. "Just… fuck, Jesse."

  He chuckles. "Mmm. Feels fanfuckingtastic." With that he begins moving, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His hands slide beneath my hips and he tilts them up.

  "Christ you're so hot and wet. So fucking tight."

  With each thrust, he grinds his pelvis against my clit and soon, too soon, I'm hovering on the edge of the orgasm I thought was lost.

  "There we go," he whispers. "I want you to come again, Lucy, because I'm getting close." His hips are slamming into me, hard and fast, his gaze locked on mine.

  "I can't control myself when I'm inside your body, when you squeeze my cock and grip it so tight."

  I moan and he grins. Oh, that grin, it's devilish. He drops his head to my neck and starts licking and kissing, moving faster and harder, his hips pistoning into me, his balls slapping against me and I am lost. The orgasm overtakes me and I call out to Jesse, each pulse stronger than the last and then he calls out my name with a roar, then bites my neck--yes, bites me!

  "Your pussy… fuuuuck… takes everything from me." His body jerks against me, our bodies prolonging each others' pleasure until we're both left panting and limp.

  "Holy fuck," he says against my neck.

  "Unh," is all I can manage as I thread my fingers through his hair, my head resting on the pillow, my eyes closed.

  We lie there in silence a few minutes and then I feel his lips curve into a smile. He lifts his head and I open my eyes to look down at him.

  He disposes of the condom then lays back against me, his elbows on either side of my chest, his mouth kicked up in that oh-so-sexy half grin.

  "Lucy?"

  "Jesse?"

  "You were worried you'd be inadequate?"

  I nod, biting my lower lip. He reaches up with his index finger and smoothes over my lip. "Don't. Your lips are too pretty."

  My lips are pretty? No one has ever said my lips were pretty before. My eyes, sure. My hair, yeah. But my lips? I'm oddly flattered.

  "You're far from inadequate. If you were any better I'd be dead."

  I roll my eyes. Whatever. Typical guy response.

  "Don't roll your eyes at me. I don't know how to do this, Lucy. I don't normally talk to the women I've fucked."

  I nearly flinch, but stop myself before I do.

  "So, I'm trying because you're nothing like them." Okay, that's better. "All I can think to say is your body is perfect, the sounds you make are sexy as fuck and turn me on to the point I could come within seconds. Just thinking about them is starting to get me hard. And I'm not going to bullshit you. I've fucked a lot of women."

  "Groupie whores," I snarl.

  He grins and nods. "Groupie whores. But it's never been like it is with us."

  "Which time?" I ask.

  "All of them. Fucking mind-blowing."

  "Hmm."

  He lifts a brow in question.

  I lift a shoulder and deadpan, "It was alright."

  For a few seconds a look of disbelief freezes on his face, then he throws his head back and laughs an all-out, belly-rolling laugh in a way I've never heard or seen before and it's beautiful watching him laugh.

  He tickles my side. "You are a brat."

  I squeal. "No tickling, please, please, Jesse."

  He kisses my lips softly. "You hungry?"

  I nod. "Starved."

  He gets up from the bed. "Stay there a minute." He walks beautifully naked into his bathroom and I now see the tattoos covering his entire back and shoulders. I knew he had them up his arms, but I didn't know they went that far. I need to touch those nipple rings later--after I lick his tattoos. When he comes back into the room I note he has one down his left thigh as well. I'll have to thoroughly inspect them later.

  Jesse pulls the covers back. "Open."

  "What?" I'm asking as he gently presses a warm, wet cloth between my thighs cleans me. It's the sweetest, gentlest gesture and so uncharacteristic of what I'd expect from Jesse. He is such a contradiction. Such a bad ass rocker, tough and rough, tattooed bad boy, but then he's got a soft side that he's slowly starting to reveal.

  He tosses the cloth into the hamper. He opens a drawer and grabs a shirt. He walks over, pulls it over my head, and I slip my arms through. The sleeves go down to my mid-forearms and the length nearly reaches my knees. It is, of course, a black, awesomely designed Falling Down t-shirt.

  "It's a little big."

  "You already told me that, but you adjusted," he grins.

  "Oh my God."

  "You already said that too. Multiple times, in fact." He pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs and a t-shirt.

  "Jesse!"

  "Oh yes, you screamed that out many times as I told you, you would."

  All I can do is laugh as he stands there, looking so seriously smug. I walk over to him and climb up his body. His hands lift me and rest under my ass.

  I cup his face in my hands.

  "Jesse Kingston."

  "Luciana Russo."

  "You are incorrigible."

  He nods. "I am."

  I laugh again and he grins. I press a kiss to his lips.

  "Feed me!"

  "Oh, I'll feed you… food first. Cock after."

  "Incorrigible!"

  Chapter Ten

  Lucy

  "Oh my God, Jesse, this is amazing," I say around a mouthful of beef and broccoli stir fry. The rice was the only thing he had left to make--well, and he had to reheat the stir fry. "Where did you learn how to cook?"

  He takes a drink of his beer. "My mom. She was an equal opportunity mom meaning it didn't matter if you were male or female, everyone did the same chores."

  I nod. "That's how it was in my house too. There was no difference between me, Sera, or Joey. We had a chart and we followed it. I'd mow the lawn or wash the car and Joey'd do dishes or laundry, same with Sera and every day it changed."

  "More wine?" he asks holding up the bottle.

  "Sure, thanks."

  He nods. "How did Sera come to live with you?"

  I frown. It's definitely not a happy story and I hate telling it, but I tell Jesse--not all the details, just the main points. He doesn't need to know that our families are freaking gangsters.

  "Damn, that's rough."

  I nod. "It was so hard on her. She's not the same as she was before… well, before."

  "I can understand that."

  "We don't really talk about it so…"

  "No worries. I won't bring it up. At first I thought she was your sister but then you mentioned being cousins yet I knew she grew up with you and calls your mom her mom."

  "My parents are her parents, my brother is her brother, and she's my sister. That's how her parents would have wanted it and so that's how it is."

  "As simple as that?"

  "As simple as that."

  We hear a car rumble up and car doors close. I adjust my t-shirt to cover as muc
h as me as I can.

  "That shirt covers way more than enough. You wore less in the video."

  "True, but I'm bra- and panty-less," I whisper as if it's a sin.

  He shrugs. "They're not going to make a big deal out of it."

  "Hmm."

  Ben and Xander come strolling out onto the terrace where we're finishing our meal by candle light. Jesse lit a bunch of candles while I was using the restroom and surprised me when we came out here to eat.

  "What's going on?" Ben asks.

  "We're eating, what does it look like?"

  "Looks like Lucy's half naked," Xander says with a snicker.

  I blush what I know has to be a deep scarlet if the heat that's burning my face is any indication.

  "Dude. Don't fuck with her about it."

  Ben punches Xander in the arm. "Don't be a dick. You know better."

  "Jeez, it was just a joke."

  "Well, keep that shit to yourself. Lucy's different," Ben says grabbing three beers from behind the outdoor bar.

  "I know she is. What the fuck?"

  "Oh my God, you guys. Just let it go. It's fine," I reassure them.

  Jesse scowls. "It's not, but we'll discuss it later."

  Ben hands a beer to Xander and another to Jesse.

  I fork my last bite of stir fry to my mouth and pretend nothing's out of the ordinary. I have no idea what just happened here or why these guys are acting so retarded to each other so I'm going to ignore it.

  "Seriously, Jesse. This was so good."

  He smirks, another innuendo on the tip of his tongue.

  "Don't even go there."

  He chuckles and Ben says, "Dude." And they fist bump. How did he get that out of what was said? Xander reaches over and fist bumps him as well.

  I roll my eyes and take a sip of my wine.

  "There's pie for dessert if you're interested."

  I press a hand to my stomach and groan. "I'll let this settle a bit first."

  He nods. Ben and Xander dig in to the stir fry without a word and I wonder what life is like here at Casa Falling Down.

  I tuck one leg beneath me and rest my elbows on the table.

  "So, tell me. What's a typical day like here at Casa Falling Down?"

  Ben chuckles and Jesse and Xander smirk. "Casa Falling Down?"

  I shrug at Ben. "Well, I can't call it Casa Jesse or Casa Kingston because that doesn't include everyone. Casa Falling Down seems appropriate."

  I take a drink of my wine enjoying the cooling night air, the slight breeze, and the company.

  Ben nods at that. "A typical day. Well, it depends really on what we've got going on. Some days there are interviews either TV or radio. Other days there's studio time. There are days we just stay in and go into our studio in the back and write songs and make music."

  "You have your own studio?"

  They all nod like it's no big deal.

  "It's the first thing I had done when I got the house," Jesse says

  "Sorry Jesse, but I've got to say it. Lucy you look so fucking beautiful sitting there right now, all mussed and in the candle light," Xander says.

  "Wow," I whisper. "Um, thanks."

  "You're just so relaxed. You look now like you look on film. Relaxed, care-free. Happy."

  "Huh." What do I say to that?

  Jesse crooks a finger at me. I lift a brow but go over to him. He pulls me onto his lap and I wiggle to get comfy. He toys with the back of my hair.

  "Do I normally look uptight?"

  "Far from it. It's just different seeing you away from work and family and all your responsibilities," Xander tells me.

  "Sometimes what's routine can weigh harder on us than we think," Ben adds.

  "I don't mind taking care of Sera and Jace. And now that we're going to be making music, I won't have to worry about acting."

  Ben nods. "You take care of more than Sera and Jace. I admire it. It's just nice to see you in this light."

  I'm not sure what he's getting at. "Well thanks. It's nice to be in this light."

  Jesse gives me a squeeze.

  I smile. He runs his fingers up and down my thigh innocently. I rub the back of his neck with the hand I have resting there.

  "You're staying a couple days then?" Xander asks.

  I shrug. "Just playing it by ear."

  Jesse frowns. "No."

  "No?"

  "No. You're staying the weekend."

  "What? Jesse it's only Thursday. You want me here that long? Don't commit to something you'll regret later. Let's just take it as it comes."

  Jesse ignores everything I just said, as does Ben apparently when he looks up and says, "The weekend?" His surprise evident.

  Jesse just looks at him, Xander looks at Jesse. No words exchanged, no expressions altered, just a silent stare. Ben and Xander both nod at the same time as if they're communicating telepathically, which they could be. I mean, they've been around one another for so long, they probably can already read each other's minds.

  "I don't know what was just mentally exchanged there, but it's kinda creepy how you do that."

  "I'll never tell," Xander says.

  "Traitor," I tease.

  "Where's Ethan?" Ben asks.

  "Last I saw him he was at the beach house with Jace."

  Ben nods. "Cool."

  "Yeah, it's like they're long lost friends or something."

  "Ethan's like that," Jesse says. "He gets along with everyone and no one is a stranger."

  I nod. "He seems nice. He didn't talk very much while we were working."

  "He's all business when it's work time. When you see him off the clock you'll see the real Ethan."

  "Kennedy's the same," Ben says and Jesse agrees.

  "Kennedy is so quiet."

  "Yeah, he doesn't say too much. His mind works a mile a minute so he's constantly thinking," Xander explains.

  "Ah. Okay. I wasn't sure if I should take it personally or not."

  "No way. All the guys had a great time working with you and Sera."

  The other two murmur their agreement.

  "Good. I had such a fun time, even if the boots killed my feet the first day and the leather caused massive amounts of boob sweat the second day."

  They all chuckle.

  "Whatever," Xander says. "You both looked fuckin' smokin' hot. That video is going to kick ass."

  "I hope so. It's not the first video we've done but it really is one of the most important since it's going to kick off your new album."

  "True that," Ben says, sliding his chair back and picking up all the plates.

  "I can do that, Ben," I say. "Jesse cooked so I can do the dishes."

  Ben raises a brow. "You're a guest, so thank you but I've got it." He winks and heads into the house, Xander grabs the rest of the dishes, waves and follows.

  The minute they leave Jesse kisses me. Just a brush of his lips at first, a caress of his hand up and down my back, then his tongue traces the seam of my lips and dips inside. I moan softly and wrap my arms around his neck, turning my body so my torso's flush with his. The hand resting on my thigh slowly works its way up to my breast. He squeezes gently then rubs his thumb across my nipple through my shirt.

  "Jesse," I whisper against his lips.

  "You're so beautiful," he murmurs as he kisses his way along my neck. "I can't stop looking at you or touching you. I have to have you again." Without warning he lifts me and twists me so I'm straddling his lap. I tug at my shirt.

  "Don't worry. They won't be back out here. They're over on the other side of the house."

  "Are you sure?" I ask breathlessly as he begins to lift my shirt.

  "Positive. Lift," he orders and I lift my arms. He pulls the shirt over my head then does the same of his. Both of his hands cup my breasts and he watches as he squeezes and caresses them.

  "You've got the perfect body, you know?"

  Nope, I don't know. It's just alright. I'd never think of it as perfect but if he wants to think that, far be i
t from me to argue. I mean, if Jesse Kingston thinks my body is perfect, my fantasy man come to life, then I'll let him.

  His head dips down and he licks a nipple before sucking it gently into his mouth.

  "God, Jesse," I sigh. That lip ring against my nipple, digging in… holy hell. It feels so good. His mouth is hot and wet and tugging just right on my nipple so I can feel it between my legs.

  "Mmm, your noises. Your moans and sighs are so fucking sexy they get me instantly hard."

  He grabs my hair in one hand and pulls my head back. He kisses his way up my chest to my neck and to that spot that drives me crazy just behind and below my ear. I shiver and I feel the grin against my skin.

  "I can't get enough of you." Join the club.

  I slide a hand between us, under the waistband of his boxers and wrap my hand around his erection. He groans and I begin to slowly stroke his length. Still suckling on my nipple, he drops a hand between us as well and thrusts two fingers into me.

  "Fuck, you're so wet for me. Your pussy is so hot and tight. Fucking perfect."

  That dirty talk. Hot. As. Hell. I moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me as I stroke him with the same rhythm. I slide my thumb over the head of his cock, wiping the precum collecting there and bring it to my mouth.

  "Mmm."

  "Holy fuck."

  "I want to taste more of you, Jesse," I whisper into his ear.

  He grunts. "You drive me fucking crazy. Later you can, now I need to fuck you."

  He lifts me up and carries me over to the bar, fumbles a round in a drawer, then looks triumphant as he produces a condom. I lift a brow.

  "Not my stash but it'll work." He tugs his boxers down and I cling to him like a monkey while he bends over. He sits back down in the chair.

  I grab the condom from him and tear it open with my teeth. I've never done this but I've watched it so I'm going to try. I do as he did before, pinch the tip then roll it down slowly. He moans as I take my time.

  "This is going to be hard and fast."

  I nod. I'm all for hard and fast. He lifts me and positions his erection at my opening.

  "All you," he says, letting me take him inside me as fast or slow as I need to. I'm afraid to go too fast. I mean, the man is huge. Not just length, but girth. His dick is really intimidating.

  I sink down, taking him inside. I'm so wet he slides in easily. When he's almost fully inside me I push down hard.