"Fuck, Lucy."
"Yes, that's the plan. You fuck Lucy."
He chuckles and starts to lift and lower me with his hands on my hips. It isn't long before we're fucking hard and fast, his cock touching my cervix over and over causing moan after moan to escape my lips.
His hips come up as mine slam down and I cry out. He stops. "Did I hurt you?"
"No. Jesus, Jesse. Don't stop."
He laughs, outright laughs, and starts thrusting again.
"You're so god damn tight, Lucy. Your pussy drives me crazy."
I moan again. His dirty talk turning me on even more than I already am. We're moving faster now, frantically reaching for our release. My clit starts to throb and my walls clench.
He groans. "Yes, God, Lucy. I can feel you. So good. Squeeze my cock, baby. Come all over me."
The only sounds out on the patio that I can hear are our heavy breathing, our moans, and our bodies slapping against one another. He pulls my bottom forward causing my clit to slide against his pelvis with each hard and fast thrust.
"Come for me, Lucy. I want you to come with me."
"Almost…" I moan and less than a minute later I my walls squeeze his cock and my orgasm slams into me full force. His hips don't slow and I don't stop meeting his thrusts as he groans out his release. "Jesse," I whisper, as a new wave of pleasure overwhelms me. I keep coming and coming. It's never-ending pleasure and I think if I died right now I'd die extremely happy and beyond satisfied. A long moan tumbles from between my lips.
When the spasms subside, I rest my head on Jesse's shoulder and he rests his on mine.
"Holy shit," I whisper.
"Yeah."
He's going to ruin me for all other men. What do I mean going to? He already has I'm sure. Damn it. I shouldn't have done this, but it's too late now. If I hadn't I'd have regretted it for the rest of my life.
"I'm going to be sore."
"How long's it been?"
I shake my head. It's too embarrassing.
"No hiding, remember?"
I sigh. "Fourteen-plus months."
He pulls back and looks at me incredulously, eyebrows raised.
"What? Is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, kinda. Yeah."
I laugh. "Why?"
"You're gorgeous. You're a fucking movie star. You can have anyone you want whenever you want, I'm sure of that. There wasn't anyone you worked with that you wanted to just fuck when you were horny one night?"
I look at Jesse wryly. "My last movie was with Aiden Jensen."
He just looks at me blankly.
"Cocaine addicted Aiden Jensen. Asshole Aiden Jensen. Unprofessional as all fuck Aiden Jensen."
"Wow. How do you really feel, Luce?" he asks with a laugh.
"That movie took too much time, entirely too much time, and before that… it doesn't matter." I shrug. "I'm picky and I can't really just pick up a guy in a bar. I can just see someone taking pictures of me naked or making a video with their phone. If I thought the video of us grinding on the dance floor was too much, can you imagine what I'd have to put up with, with a sex video?"
"Hmm." He scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly slips out of me then tosses the condom into the trash. He sits back in the chair, keeping me straddling his lap, reaches for a napkin and dips it into his water glass. He moves to wipe between my legs and I gasp at both the cold and the soreness between my thighs.
"Sore?"
I nod.
"Let's go take a bath."
"That sounds perfect."
He leans down and picks up both of our shirts, slips mine over my head and his over his head. I push my arms through the sleeves just in time for him to stand and I cling to him like a monkey again. He chuckles as he bends down, drawing a squeal out of me as I hold on tighter so I don't fall, and pulls up his boxer briefs.
He carries me up to his bedroom, punches in the code, and carries me to his bathroom where he's got a ginormous Jacuzzi. He sets me on the counter next to the sink and leans down to turn the water on. When we look for a new house, I want a tub just like this.
"That's going to take all day to fill."
"Nah, it doesn't take that long."
"What time is it anyway?"
He raises a brow. "Why? You got somewhere to be?"
"Shut up, no. I'm just curious how long you've put up with me and haven't gotten sick of me yet."
He steps close and kisses the tip of my nose. "Cupcake, I'm not even close to being sick of you."
"Hmm. Give me time. I'll drive you crazy."
"You already do," he says and wiggles his eyebrows.
"Ha. You drive me just as crazy."
He winks and walks into his bedroom.
"It's 1:15 a.m. and I've already given you five orgasms, counting the multiple you just had out on the patio as one."
I laugh. "You're counting?"
He nods. "Fuckin' A. I've got to keep you happy and pleasured."
"You do, huh?"
"Yep. It's my goal."
"Well, you're doing a great job so far. Such a good job, in fact, that I'm going to have issues walking today."
He grins, all proud of himself, and I roll my eyes. Men.
"Let's get you in the hot water. It should help a bit."
"Okay." I reach down to pull my shirt up and Jesse moves my hands aside.
"That's my job, woman."
"Get to it then."
He takes my shirt off, then strips off his shirt and boxers. He scoops me up and steps into the tub. He sits back with me between his legs. I lean back against his chest.
I moan softly.
"Feel good?"
"Mmm. Yes." I close my eyes and relax against him. "Sing for me."
"You want me to sing?"
"Mhmm."
"What would you like me to sing?"
"Anything. I'm not picky. I just love listening to your voice."
He presses a kiss to the top of my head and starts singing one of their older songs called Forever Blue.
Why did you walk away, where did you go
I've been looking for you, but you never show
Your heart is empty, you left me behind
Your soul is broken, do I ever cross your mind
You left me alone, something I never thought you'd do
You walked out the door and left me forever blue
You turned away, why, I haven't a clue
You broke my heart and left me forever blue
His voice is so strong and deep and his growl is incredibly sexy. He continues to sing the song and I wonder which one of the guys wrote this song and got their heart broken.
"Sing with me, Luce. I know you know the words."
I nod and we sing the chorus.
You left me alone, something I never thought you'd do
You walked out the door and left me forever blue
You turned away, why, I haven't a clue
You broke my heart and left me forever blue
If I ever see you again, I hope you're whole
If you ever find love again, I hope he touches your soul
If he loves you like I did, you'll never be sad
Mine will be the purest love you've ever had
You left me alone, something I never thought you'd do
You walked out the door and left me forever blue
You turned away, why, I haven't a clue
You broke my heart and left me forever blue
Forever Blue.
"I can't wait 'til you get up on stage and blow the crowd away," he says as he turns me to straddle his lap.
I wince slightly.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I'm not," I say with a laugh.
He smiles that sexy half-smile that tells me he's feeling smug. "I'm not going to lie. I think it's sexy as fuck that you're sore and it's from me."
"Are you going all caveman again?"
He nods. "I think I might be."
"
So long as you don't drag me around by my hair, we're good."
"Nah. A little pain with the pleasure is good but that? No."
"Hmm. Spenser would kick your ass if you ripped out my hair."
"He fucking would too. That guy," he says shaking his head.
"We hired him, you know?"
"You did?" Jesse grins. "You stole him out from under Cage?"
"I did. No one can do hair and makeup better than Spenser and his girls."
"You took the girls too?"
"Damn right. They're incredible and we're going to have a band that's going to need attention."
He laughs out loud. "If it was anyone other than you, Cage would be pissed. He spoils you two."
"He totally does. It's part of why I love doing videos with him."
"Yeah, he's cool. We're only going to do ours through him from now on since we're signed with him now. Me and the guys like how he set everything up, and for as intense and detailed as that video is, it didn't take long to make at all. Three days isn't shit. Our shittiest video took longer than that."
"Which was your shittiest?"
"Our first, of course."
"I love your first one."
"You had a party to celebrate it, you weirdo."
I shrug. "I was crushing on you and the band."
"You crushed on more than just me?"
I nearly laugh at his tone. He almost sounds wounded.
"Don't pout. I could never crush on anyone as much as I crushed on you. You should have seen my bedroom."
He chuckles.
"It was Jesse Kingston fandom and I was the president. And now I'm sitting on your lap, naked, in your bathtub because you fucked me raw," I shake my head in disbelief. Crazy. Seriously crazy.
"What?" he asks when I remain quiet.
"If someone had told me when I was twelve or when I met you six years ago or even last week that I'd be sitting here with you like this, I'd have told them they were crazy."
"Hmm. Well, you're here." He presses a kiss to my forehead and I rest my head on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his waist.
The tub is nearly full and Jesse leans forward to turn off the water then hits the button to turn on the Jacuzzi jets.
I moan when the jets hit me crosswise across my lower back.
"Right?" he asks as he settles back with me clinging to him.
"Mhmm."
This moment feels so surreal. I close my eyes and kiss Jesse's neck. He runs his fingertips up and down my spine and I sigh. It's a very intimate moment and I'm glad that I've not given in to my emotions. I'm keeping them tamped down and staying strong. If I don't, I'll be in very real trouble because if I let my emotions run free, I risk the very real mistake of feeling more for Jesse Kingston than I know is safe.
He doesn't do relationships and I know it. It's why I'm guarding myself. I know better than to think I'm the exception to his rule no matter how differently he's treating me from his usual groupie whores.
I knew he was a sweet guy even when I was twelve. You can't hide that and he never really tried to. I imagine he does hide that side of himself when he's fucking the groupie whores. I bite back a snarl. I've got no right to react like that but I can't help it. Even before he knew I existed I reacted like that.
Jesse starts singing again, this time one of his ballads. With the jets on my lower back, Jesse's soft singing, his fingertips caressing my upper back, and my head resting on his shoulder, I try hard to stay awake. I really do. But I'm so comfortable and so relaxed that I drift off to sleep in his arms.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy
I swear I smell apples. I'm dreaming. I have to be because when I open my eyes, Jesse Kingston is kneeling above me with a forkful of apple pie hovering over my mouth.
"Unh," is all I can manage and he chuckles.
"Wake up, Luce. We've got pie to eat."
"Jesse," I whine.
"Lucy," he says in an equally annoying tone. "You know, you're going to hurt my feelings."
I give him a skeptical look.
"I made this pie and you don't want any of it. That's harsh and hurtful."
"I was sleeping."
"You're not anymore."
"Thanks to you."
He grins that sexy grin of his and I sigh. I hold the sheet up to my breasts and sit up.
"Here," he says, moving the fork of pie toward my mouth and I open. The taste of sour apples and sugar and cinnamon bursts on my tongue. "This is so good."
"I know."
"Wow. Arrogant much?"
"Nah. I just know I make damn good pie."
"Hmm," I say snatching a plate of pie away from him. "I think maybe your mom's recipe has a little something to do with the awesomeness of this pie."
"True. But I still made it."
"Mmm," I moan as I take another bite of pie. "Your mom's a genius."
With this, Jesse frowns. He's actually pouting. He is too cute.
"Turn that frown upside down, mister. You've baked a fabulous pie."
"I'm not sure I want your compliments now."
"Awww, poor Jesse. I didn't stroke your ego hard enough?"
He looks at me. "I've got something you can stroke."
I laugh. "Let me eat my pie and I'll do just that. On second thought…" I break off, setting the plate down on the bed and leaning forward. "Lose the boxers, Jesse."
He raises a brow and smirks.
"Whatcha got in mind, Luce?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
Jesse strips his boxer briefs off and sits back, resting on his elbows, legs stretched out, his cock semi-erect.
I lift a brow when I see it and he shrugs. "I've been sporting a semi or full hard-on since I saw you singing on that stage."
"Well, let's take care of that for you, shall we?"
I lean forward and Jesse rests his hand on my shoulder halting my progress.
"What?"
"I thought you were sore."
"I am, but what does that have to do with me giving you a blowjob?"
Jesse raises his eyebrows. "Nothing, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you unsatisfied."
"Yeah, pretty sure that's not an issue, Jesse. How many orgasms did you say you gave me?"
"Five."
"Right. And how many did you have?"
"Two."
I nod. "There you go then." I push his hand off my shoulder and reach a hand out for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his rapidly-hardening flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jesse lets out a soft grunt then lays back on the bed and folds his hands under his head. Awesome. His body is mine, and what a sexy body it is. He's muscular all over. His legs and calves are thick and well defined. His abs sport more than a six pack, I count--a solid eight pack. His arms are large, so large I can't wrap two hands around them, but not so large they look disgusting. I really hate overdone muscles, especially when they get all veiny--like when the veins stick up all the time. Gross. I saw Jesse's back and ass earlier--perfection. His body is nothing short of yum.
I stroke his cock slowly. He really is a very big boy. It's no wonder I'm sore. Over fourteen months of no sex and then I get a guy with a porn star cock. Yeah, I'm a lucky girl, but ouch. Soreness.
I climb up and straddle his legs. Jesse watches me and I don't break his stare as I slowly lower my head and swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock. His eyes drift closed and a low moan drifts between his lips.
I want to please him as he pleased me. When his eyes open and his gaze locks onto mine, my lips envelop his cock and I slowly take him into my mouth, wrapping a hand around the base. There is no way I'll ever fit that bad boy in my mouth no matter how far I can deep throat.
I work his length as best as I can, using my other hand to stroke, and I must be doing something right from the sounds Jesse's making.
"Sweet Jesus, Lucy. Your mouth wrapped around my cock is fucking incredible."
His fingers thread through my hair and I k
now he's going to take control soon. I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can.
"Fuuuuuuck."
I stifle my grin. Yeah, I thought he'd like that. I do it again and again until Jesse's hips start to thrust. I slide my free hand up and gently tug on his nipple ring.
"God damn, Lucy. Your mouth is so fucking good."
I stroke his cock with each thrust of his hips, with my hand and my tongue. I tighten the suction and he groans louder.
He thrusts deeper past the resistance of my throat over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair. I slide my other hand between his legs and gently cup his balls. He lets out a grunt.
"Holy fuck. You suck me so good and so deep."
"Mmm," I hum and he groans again. I slide my tongue along the underside of his cock while I suck now and his breath catches.
"Fuuuuuuck. Do that again."
I do and he moans long and loud.
"I'm going to come."
"Mmm," I hum again.
"You might want to move, Lucy."
Move? Is he kidding? That doesn't give him the ultimate pleasure. Besides I'm dying to know what he tastes like.
"Lucy--"
I roll his balls gently with my fingers, tug harder on the nipple ring with my other hand and that does it.
"Fuuuuuuck," he groans out his hips jerking as his release hits and his cum splashes into the back of my throat. I continue to bob my head up and down, keeping him deep while I swallow every drop of his semen.
"Fuck."
Don't get me wrong, I'm normally not a swallower, but this is me fulfilling fantasies. I likely won't get another shot after the next few days so I'm taking everything--and I want to leave him with memories he won't soon forget.
I lick his softening cock clean and sit back on my heels. Jesse's eyes are closed and he's got a smirk on his face. I crawl up next to him and snuggle into his chest, taking for granted the fact that even though I want to snuggle, he may not.
He wraps his arm around my back and his fingertips start running up and down my arm.
"I really like your bedroom."
"I really like you in it."
His bed is, of course, a California King, and so amazingly comfortable. The color scheme throughout the room is hunter green, black, and royal blue. There are a total of four doors in this room, all cherry wood, as are his dressers, tables, and anything wooden within the room. I love cherry wood. How he found perfectly matching accenting rugs to go throughout the room, I have no idea. Likely an interior decorator.