Falling Down

  One door leads to the bathroom. When you first enter the bathroom there's the sink and long counter top and all the way down is a door to where there's a toilet and standing shower. On the opposite wall is the Jacuzzi.

  The second door is an amazingly huge walk-in closet. It's more like a room inside a room. It's crazy and he doesn't even have it half way filled up. It's sacrilegious and I made sure to tell him so.

  A third door leads to a sitting room with a sofa, loveseat, and two La-Z-Boy loungers. There's a huge TV, a game system, and a media center. The room is tricked out.

  "Your bad girl came out to play," Jesse says pulling me from my thoughts.

  I nod. "She did."

  "I wasn't sure if you'd let her."

  I shrug. "She deserves to have a little fun, doesn't she?"

  "Mhmm, she does."

  "Well, there you go."

  He remains quiet for a few minutes and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. I hope he's not thinking this is a normal thing for me--swallowing and blow jobs because that couldn't be further from the truth.

  "Stop."

  "Hmm?"

  "Stop."

  "Stop what?"

  "Thinking."

  "I'm--"

  "Yes, you are and you need to stop."

  "You don't even know what I'm thinking."

  "I'm sure it's not good."

  He rolls on top of me and looks into my eyes. He starts playing with my bottom lip with his index finger.

  "I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, but it needs to stop."

  "I--" Jesse cuts me off with a press of his finger to my lips.

  "You're in there," he taps my temple, "putting yourself down because you let yourself do what you wanted. Second-guessing yourself, thinking that I think bad things because you are really fucking good at giving head."

  I shrug. Bulls eye.

  "Best blow job of my life, by the way. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Luce. You were fucking amazing. There is no shame in enjoying sex or being good at it."

  I huff and he lifts a brow.

  "I hardly ever do that, just so you know."

  "I never thought you did. I'm sure you keep that bad girl locked up pretty tight but I'm glad you're comfortable enough to let her come out and play with us."

  I nod.

  "Okay?"

  "Okay."

  "Good, because holy fuck woman, you blew my mind," he says, rolling onto his back, his arms flopping over his eyes. "I still can't feel my fucking toes."

  I smirk then sit up and grab my plate of pie and finish eating it. I reach over for the bottle of water on the bedside table and take a long drink.

  I eye his plate of pie laying on the bed by his feet, then look at him. He's not looking. I want that pie. It's so good. I look at him again, still not looking. I quickly swap my empty plate for his and start eating again, giggling.

  I'm on my fourth forkful when he eyes me. I give him a smile and take a sip of water. He smiles.

  "You're liking my pie, huh?"

  "Mmm, so good."

  "Yeah?"

  "Mmm. In fact, it's so good," I say forking another bite into my mouth, "that I'm eating yours."

  He stills. "You--what?" He sits up and sees the empty plate by his feet and then looks at mine which only has the back part of the crust left so I pick it up and take a bite.

  "What the fuck, woman. Now I gotta go all the way down to the kitchen to get more pie."

  I shrug. "You should've brought the entire pie."

  "I would have if I'd known you were a pie stealer."

  I laugh. "I have a weakness for sweets."

  "Good to know."

  "Planning on use my weakness against me?"

  He smirks that devilish half-smile. "Only in the best possible way."

  "It's 4:30 in the morning, I'm sitting in bed, naked, with the hot and sexy rockstar that is Jesse Kingston, filled up on apple pie that he made from scratch, sore from phenomenal sex--I'm not sure there's anything that could top this moment."

  "I've got the next three days to work on that."

  ***~~~***

  Jesse gave me a half-day reprieve from the fuck-a-thon we had going on before he pounced and I certainly wasn't complaining.

  The weekend was filled with seriously amazing sex, lots of laughs, good conversation, and delicious food. Jesse is a culinary genius. Too bad he isn't relationship material. He'd make for a great boyfriend.

  I stuff the last of my clothes into my weekend suitcase. The time went by too quickly and now it was time to say our goodbyes.

  Jesse steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

  "You don't have to leave so early, Luce."

  "I do," I say, tilting my head to the side giving him easier access to drive me crazy. "I've got a lot of things to do before we get caught up in the whirlwind of Blush."

  "Mhmm. That's what it'll be too." He bites gently on the skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I sigh.

  His hands drift up to cup my breasts. "Jesse," I whisper.

  "I have to have you one last time."

  I'll be walking funny for days but it's going to be oh so worth it.

  Jesse turns me around to face him and cups my face in his hands. He stares at me long and hard, his head slightly tilted to the side and it's like a feeling of déjà vu from six years ago. It's like he's searching for something but I don't know what.

  "What is it?"

  He shakes his head. "Nothing."

  He leans in and gently brushes his lips across mine, slowly increasing the pressure, then his tongue is sweeping inside my mouth to slide against mine. He's ruined me for all other men. Not just because his cock is amazing and he can bring me to orgasm like no one else--including myself--but because his kisses are magical. Sometimes slow and sweet and other times intense and passionate.

  He pulls my camisole over my head and drops it to the floor. Next goes my bra, then shorts and panties.

  "You should've just stayed naked."

  Like he did. God, he's beautiful. I never did get a chance to trace all of his tattoos like I wanted. I'd start then Jesse would roll me underneath him and sex me up.

  He walks me backwards toward the bedside table and reaches for a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on.

  He dips his fingers between my legs testing to see if I'm ready. I'm more than ready.

  "Your pussy is always dripping for me, Lucy. It's fucking sexy as hell."

  "Mmm," is all I can come up with as he circles his fingers around my clit. When I start to get close, he pulls back and I let out a cry of frustration. He chuckles.

  "Not yet. I want to take my time and enjoy this last time with you."

  I nod.

  "Crawl on the bed, Lucy, and stay on all fours."

  I love how deep he gets when he takes me this way. He positions himself behind me and slowly slips inside me, pulling out and then pushing in a little further.

  "God, Jesse."

  "You feel so fucking good. You're so god damn tight. I've never felt anything like it."

  I feel the orgasm he cut me off from starting to rebuild and I push back to meet his hips. He smacks my ass with his hand and I yelp, looking back at him in surprise.

  "Stay still."

  Oh my. The more he thrusts inside me, the more I feel the need to move, to search for the orgasm lingering on the horizon.

  I gasp when he plunges deep and holds himself still, circling his hips. He lets out a groan. The sensations feel overwhelming, so good, I need to move. I arch my back and press back into him. He smacks my ass again, harder this time and I yelp again. He rubs his hand over the sting.

  "I told you to hold still, baby. Don't disobey me or I'll have to tie you up."

  I meet his gaze over my shoulder. "Seriously?"

  "I'd find something to tie you up with."

  "You're into the kink?"

  "Not usually, no."

  "What? I brin
g out the caveman side of you?"

  He chuckles. "Something like that."

  He smacks my ass again and my pussy clamps down on his cock. He groans and rubs his hand over the redness covering my ass.

  "You like being spanked, huh, Luce?"

  "I've never been spanked before."

  "Your pussy gets so tight and you gush with each slap. Your body loves it and that's really fucking hot."

  His thrusts get a little faster, a little harder and I moan. I'm so close. My clit is throbbing and tingling. One little brush would send me over the edge.

  I reach between my legs and almost get my hand to its destination when Jesse smacks my ass again.

  "I told you to be still. That means no bending down and touching, no moving. You don't get to rub your clit. Only I get to. You'll come when I'm ready to let you."

  "Savage."

  Jesse laughs then spanks the other ass cheek and pulls my hips even closer. He holds himself deep, pulling back just a little before pushing back in fast and hard. Each short thrust wrings a moan from my lips.

  "Jesse, please."

  "Please what, baby?"

  "I need to come."

  "Not yet."

  "Brute."

  He laughs again. "Let it build up so high and tight that when I touch your clit and slam my cock deep into you, you explode."

  "Fuck me harder Jesse."

  He grunts and obliges. His hips slamming against my ass, his balls slapping against my clit with each push of his hips, and it has me hanging on the edge again. I need to move. Just a little so when his cock goes in hard and deep, his balls hit my clit just right.

  I can't help myself, I shove back to meet his hips, searching for that orgasm that has me desperate for release. He feels so good fucking me, but I need to come so bad.

  Smack. My pussy tightens around his cock and he grunts.

  "Jesus, Lucy."

  "More, Jesse. Please."

  "Soon, baby. Soon. Let it build."

  "I can't wait."

  "You can and you will."

  I growl in frustration and he laughs. I see nothing funny about this situation. He has me desperate and writhing and he won't let me come. Cruel-hearted man.

  I wiggle my ass, remember how it drove him crazy when I did it before, and he grunts. Smack.

  "Your ass is going to be too sore to sit on if you keep disobeying me, Lucy."

  He's rubbing his hand over my heated flesh as he takes his time fucking me, going slow, then fast. Going gentle, then hard. It's so inconsistent that it's driving me crazy.

  "Please, Jesse."

  "How bad do you need to come?"

  "So bad, Jesse. Please." I can't stand it anymore. My head hangs down.

  "You want to come now?"

  "Yes!"

  He grunts. "Okay Lucy. I'll let you come. But you're going to come again because it feels too good when you squeeze my dick tight inside you."

  "Oh God."

  He grunts. "Hang on, baby."

  He thrusts hard and fast, his hips pistoning into me, his balls finally hitting my clit in just the right spot. In less than a minute I'm coming so hard and long that I can't catch my breath. It spreads throughout my body, going to my toes and the top of my head. I tingle everywhere as my walls convulse around Jesse's really fucking magnificent cock.

  "Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good. Come on my cock, Lucy."

  His dirty words turn me on even more and I'm still coming and I can't catch my breath.

  "Holy shit. Oh my God," I cry out and I feel another orgasm right there. "Jesse."

  "Oh yeah," he says hammering into me, "you're going to come again aren't you baby?"

  "Yes, oh God, yes," I scream out his name as the second orgasm slams into me harder than the first, each wave crashing fiercely.

  "God damn, your pussy grips me so tight. It's all I can do not to come."

  "Come, Jesse."

  "Not yet. You're going to come again."

  "I can't Jesse," I tell him, my weight resting on my elbows now, my forehead pressed against the bed.

  "You can and you will."

  "Jesse--"

  Smack. "You can and you will."

  He pulls out and flips me over. His eyes are glazed over with desire, passion, lust.

  He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and slides back inside me. He grunts.

  "You feel so fucking good. I could come right now but I want you to come with me and I'm really enjoying the way your pussy feels around me."

  "I don't know if I can."

  He smirks. "You can."

  He grips my hips tight and starts thrusting deep, so deep I feel the tip of him touch my cervix. "Oh God, Jesse," I groan.

  "There you go, baby. You like it when I nudge you deep?"

  "Yes," I hiss. I can't stand it. I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down the crack of my ass. I have no idea how the hell he gets my body to respond like this, but shit.

  He groans. "You're getting close again. Your pussy's squeezing me. Fuck yeah."

  He thrusts deep and hard and with each nudge deep inside, I get closer and closer to the edge. So, close.

  "Jesse, please."

  "Almost there."

  He fucks me and fucks me and fucks me some more and just when I think I can't take any more, he slams into me so hard he starts pushing me across the bed. He pulls me back to him and slams into me once, twice and I'm flying, screaming his name and I really don't care if they can hear me on the other side of the house. My toes curl, goosebumps pop up all over my body, my nipples tingle, and the orgasm goes on and on.

  One more hard, deep thrust and Jesse lets out a shout of, "Fuuuuuck Lucy." Then he grunts and breathes heavily with each spurt of cum that my pussy milks from him. He keeps moving and coming and I see the surprise on his face. Now he knows how I feel and I'm so fucking glad he found that with me.

  "Christ," he says and thrusts one last time before flopping down on top of me. I slip my legs off his shoulders, down to either side of him. His face is buried in my neck, his breaths coming fast and furious. "What the fuck was that?"

  I giggle. Yes, I actually giggle. "Now you know how I felt with that last one. I couldn't even breathe."

  "I love when you scream my name like that. That's what made me lose control."

  "Mmm, happy to help."

  "Shit. I don't want to move." But he gets up and disposes of the condom, then climbs back between my legs and on top of me. I wrap one arm around his back and toy with his hair with the other hand.

  "I can't believe you spanked me."

  "You fucking loved it. You keep surprising me."

  "Do, uh, you do that a lot?"

  "What? Spank?" he asks against my neck.

  "Mhmm."

  "Nope. Lucky you."

  "My ass is still burning."

  "But your pussy is singing."

  I laugh. "It was more like screaming."

  "Screaming for more of my cock."

  "More like begging for mercy. I'm going to be so, so sore."

  "Your pussy and your ass. Hell yeah."

  "Caveman."

  "Fucking A. You'll remember who fucked you good and hard all weekend and who spanked that sexy ass until you came all over my dick."

  "Jesus, Jesse. The dirty talk gets me all horny."

  He chuckles. "Yeah, I know."

  "I can't go again. I'm so sore."

  He grunts. "Good."

  I try to think back and count how many times we had sex over the last four days, not limiting it to penetration, and I can't remember. I'm sure Jesse knows since he's been counting my orgasms.

  "How many times did we have sex?"

  I feel his smirk against my neck. "Why? You going to write it in your diary?"

  "I might. There's lots of stuff in my diary about the hotness that is Jesse Kingston."

  "Twenty-three."

  "How did I know that you kept count? Seriously twenty-three?"

  "Mhmm."

  "My vag is n
ever going to be the same."

  "Nope. You'll always remember these last four days."

  I sigh. That's what I'm afraid of. I'm never going to get over him and as he lays here on top of me, his breaths wafting across my neck, I know that what was once a crush is so much more than that. I'm all kinds of fucked up over Jesse Kingston. Sex complicates everything. I may not be in love with him but I'm pretty fucking close. This is so not good. Really not good.

  I keep running my fingers through Jesse's hair as his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep. I could get used to lying just like this with this man. I could love him. It's just too bad he can't love me back. I sigh inwardly. How am I supposed to get over him now?

  There'll be distance. Likely I won't see Jesse up close and personal ever again and the thought of that sends a pang to my heart. It hurts to know that. Why the hell did I think I could handle this with him and walk away unscathed?

  Yeah, the things he did to my body have been glorious but my heart got involved somewhere along the way--likely in seventh fucking grade. I've probably been in love with him for the last eleven years. Can you be in love with someone you don't really know?

  What the fuck am I thinking? In love? I'm not in love with him. I could be and probably would be if I had even just a little more time with him which is why my having to leave is a blessing. It's going to save me and keep me from breaking.

  "Jesse," I shake his shoulder gently.

  "Hmm."

  "I need to use the restroom." And then I need to run like the fires of hell are blazing on my heels.

  He rolls to the side and I pad to the bathroom. I do my business and wash my hands. I splash some cold water on my cheeks. My face is flushed and glowing. Shit.

  I twist my hair up into a messy bun and head back to the bedroom to get my phone. I need to call Max for a ride.

  Jesse watches me as I do, his expression unreadable. My heart is pounding so hard I honestly feel like it's going to jump out of my chest. Fear. Pain. Anxiety.

  Jesse meets me at the end of the bed where my clothes litter across the floor. He's eyeing me warily.

  "I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay?"

  "Of course."

  I turn the water on. I don't need to turn around to know Jesse's standing behind me. I step under the spray, leaving the shower door open knowing he's coming in with me.