Falling Down

  Sera laughs. "He already knows that, I'm sure."

  "And he may not want me to sleep over."

  "Please. He knows who you are and what you're about. He knows a sleepover is going to happen."

  "Probably but I really don't want to affirm his assumptions."

  "Just call the man," she says, thrusting my phone out at me.

  I huff. "Fine."

  Lucy: Just wondering if I need to bring anything with me…?

  While I wait for a response, I go into my room and choose a simple black sleeveless dress outlined in red. As I'm putting my shoes on, my phone beeps.

  Jesse: Yep. I plan on keeping you in my bed tonight, maybe even tomorrow so bring what you need.

  Lucy: You're assuming a lot, Jesse.

  Jesse: Don't bother fighting it. It's going to happen. You know it and I know it.

  Really, what is the point of resisting when I want it as bad as he does? Might as well give in and make my dream come true… multiple times. Good God. Just thinking about it has me squeezing my thighs together.

  Lucy: One night won't be enough. I'll pack for three just in case.

  Jesse: Three. Nice. I'm looking forward to it. I should be there in ten.

  Lucy: *gasp* Are you texting and driving? Stop before you hurt yourself or someone else!

  Jesse: Cupcake, I've got a driver tonight. I'm safe. Thank you for worrying though.

  Lucy: See you soon.

  "You're wearing sexy lingerie, right?" Sera calls out from the living room. Jeez. Jace is here with Ethan. How embarrassing.

  "Come look!" I call back.

  "Coming," Ethan shouts.

  I laugh out loud. "No way, pal!"

  "Awe, you're no fun!"

  "Sure I am. Ask Jesse how fun I am when I'm through with him."

  I hear Ethan and Jace laugh.

  "Alright. What do you have on?" Sera asks from the doorway.

  "Black lace and garters."

  "You're good. Pack extra in case you go somewhere, then seduce him again with the lingerie."

  "Already packed."

  "Wow, you really are ready for him, aren't you?"

  "I am. I've been fantasizing about this for eleven years, Sera. Eleven years."

  "Probably not this kind of fantasizing when we were twelve but I get what you mean."

  The doorbell rings. Oh boy. There goes my belly. Butterflies.

  "I'll get it," Sera sing songs.

  Oh boy again. More butterflies swarm when I hear his voice. Jesse. Kingston. Is. In. My. House. If someone had told me this would be possible five years ago, hell even a week ago I'd have told them they were full of shit.

  I press a hand to my stomach and take a deep breath. I got this. No problem. Be sexy. Be seductive. Be confident. Another deep breath. With a nod I pick up my weekend suitcase and my purse.

  There he stands. Oh my. He looks seriously sexy in his black dress pants, black boots(he's a rocker, I don't think rockers do dress shoes), and a red and black polo shirt. He's dressed very little like Jesse the rockstar and he went out of his way to do this for me. I sigh. I don't want him to think he has to be someone else for our date. But I'm not going to say anything. I don't want to offend him.

  "Wow," he says with a wide grin.

  I match his grin with one of my own. "Hey. You've seen me all fancied up before."

  He nods. "I have, but never for a date with me. That makes this special."

  I blush and he chuckles as he steps forward to take my bag. He presses a kiss to my cheek.

  "You look beautiful," he whispers against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

  "Have a good time, you two," Sera calls out as she locks the door between the den where Jace and Ethan are and the living area where we are. I hear rattling and I laugh.

  "What's going on?"

  "She's protecting us from Jace and Ethan."

  He grins. "You're a good woman, Sera."

  "I know it. Now go before the gorillas pick the lock."

  "Have a fucktastic time!" Ethan shouts through the door and I laugh again.

  We step outside and it's still unbelievably hot at seven pm. That's Cali for you.

  "Nice digs," Jesse says nodding toward the house.

  I shrug. "We needed a place away from the city. It was the beach or the hills."

  "I prefer the beach, too."

  Jesse hands my bag to the driver who Jesse introduces as Victor then opens my door. I smile and slip inside. He closes the door and walks around to the other side.

  I smooth my skirt which has ridden up a bit with sitting. It sits just above the knee when I'm standing. I didn't factor the sitting part in. Oh well. It covers just enough so he can't see the garter. I take a deep steadying breath while I have a few seconds to myself. You got this, Lucy. I do. I do. I nod to myself.

  Jesse slides in and the driver closes his door. He slips his sunglasses on and I reach into my purse and do the same. Good plan. He won't be able to see my eyes so he won't be able to read me as easily.

  He reaches for my hand and pulls me closer.

  "Come sit next to me, Luce. Remember, I don't bite unless you ask me to." He presses a kiss to the side of my neck and I can't help the intake of air at both the statement and the sensation. He said the same thing to me six years ago when I was in my state of "unh". I squeeze his hand and give him a smile.

  "I remember."

  "So you could hear me, but you just couldn't speak."

  I nod, embarrassed that I'd frozen like a statue.

  "I'm not sure what came over me. The minute Sera pointed you out, my brain stopped functioning."

  He's grinning that sexy, confident, I'm-so-hot-and-I-know-it grin. It's cocky and it's a total turn on.

  "You were hot for me. You thought I was sexy and amazing."

  I roll my eyes. "Well, yeah. You already know I had the crush on you. Sera pretty much told you everything."

  "Mhmm," he says leaning in running his nose along my jawline. "You smell amazing. All feminine and floral." A shiver runs through me and goosebumps break out over my body.

  "Thanks." I turn my head and his lips are right there, just a breath away. Neither of us moves. We just sit here staring at each other's mouths. Oh to hell with this. I lean forward and press my lips against his. His hand squeezes mine gently and his other hand slides under my hair to the back of my neck.

  I can't help the breathy sigh that escapes any more than I can help the fact that I am wet and wanting.

  He doesn't deepen the kiss, just sips at my lips with his. It's sexy and sweet and erotic at the same time.

  He pulls back and looks at me. Just looks. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertip swirls around my ear and I shudder.

  "What was that for?" he asks.

  "Well, I have a theory."

  His smile widens, his dimples wink at me, and I want to lick them. I am so going to later.

  "What theory?"

  "Since this is our first official date and all, there's all this tension and nervousness--at least for me. You seem fine which isn't fair. But, anyway, I thought if we got the first kiss out of the way now, then I could relax."

  "Hmm. Are you relaxed now?"

  I laugh. "Not really."

  He chuckles. "You don't have to be nervous, Lucy. I'm just me."

  I nod. "I know." That's the problem. Jesse Kingston, my life-long crush and tonight I'm going to fuck the hell out of him.

  "You are, are you?"

  "Oh my God," my face turns red, I can feel the heat. "I totally didn't mean to say that out loud."

  He laughs. "I figured, but it's honest and that's good."

  "Jesse. That's not the only reason I'm going out with you--the crush thing I mean."

  "Oh, no worries, Lucy. I know that."

  I raise my brows. "You do?"

  "I do. If it was the whole crush thing, you'd be immobilized, unable to speak let alone kiss me. You'd do the shy schoolgirl thing which is hot in its own
way, but I prefer the grown up Lucy for our date tonight."

  He's just too sweet and he knows entirely too much. He keeps touching me. Little touches. Sexy touches. Seductive touches.

  He leans in and places a kiss on my jaw, then another, and another. He works his way back to my lips and kisses one edge, then the other before trailing his tongue across my lower lip.

  "Mmm. Strawberry. I've never come across a lip gloss that tasted like anything other than flavored wax until yours." He runs his tongue along my upper lip and I can't hold back the moan. My eyes drift shut and my hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.

  His tongue slowly, teasingly slides between the seam of my lips, asking for entrance and I grant it willingly. Oh my God. My heart is going to beat out of my chest.

  His tongue thrusts into my mouth meeting mine, tangling with mine, moving in and out. He slides both hands into my hair, threading his fingers through, pulling me to him. My arms wrap around his neck as I lean into him and he lets out a groan.

  He breaks the kiss and trails kisses along my jawline again.

  "Jesse," it comes out as a breathy whisper.

  "Mmm," is his reply. He presses one soft, lingering kiss against my lips then pulls back. His gaze meets mine and I can't look away. Our breathing is ragged and I know I'd like nothing more than to take that shirt and those pants off of him and have my way with him right here, right now.

  His thumb glides around my lips, removing the smeared lip gloss. I grin and reach up to his lips.

  "Not my shade?" he asks.

  "Ha. Not really. I think a pretty pastel pink would be more your color."

  "I know something pink that's my color," he says with a wink.

  I gasp. I can't believe he just said that--or that it's totally turning me on when he talks like that. As I wipe his lips clean of my lip gloss he reaches up and slips off my sunglasses.

  "I need to see you."

  He crooks his finger at me, coaxing me closer. I lean forward, my ear right up to his lips.

  "I want nothing more than to strip that fucking sexy as hell dress off your body and see what you've got on underneath. Then I want to take off your bra, your panties, your shoes, and I want to kiss my way down your body, spread your legs wide so I can see how pretty your pussy is. Next I'll run a finger up your slit to see how wet you are. I bet you're wet as fuck right now, aren't you?"

  I am so turned on right now that I'm dripping, so yeah, but I don't respond. His fingers tighten in my hair slightly. I'm having trouble breathing, my body nearly shaking. I want him so much, the excitement, the anticipation.

  "Aren't you, Lucy."

  I nod.

  "Mmm, I thought so. That's fucking hot."

  He pulls back and meets my gaze. His hand makes way up my thigh, under my skirt. He grins when he comes across the garters.

  "Nice."

  I let out a breathy sigh when his finger slides against the outside of my lace panties. When he presses it harder against me, I can't hold back the moan that slips past my lips. Thank God for privacy screens in limos.

  When he slips his finger underneath the edge of my panties I gasp and grab his shirt in my tight fists. He slowly sides it inside me, a little at a time.

  "How does that feel?"

  I hope he's not expecting me to answer at this point, especially when he slips a second finger in and his thumb starts circling my clit.

  "Fuck, Lucy, you're so tight."

  "Ah," I say breathily, "It's been a while."

  "Hmm." He works his fingers deeper. "Lean back, Luce, and scoot down to the edge of the seat."

  Oh my. I'm embarrassingly wet and as soon as I'm moved down, he thrusts his fingers in deeper.

  "Oh God."

  "Mmm," he whispers. "Do you like my fingers fucking you, Lucy? Is this one of your fantasies?"

  "Uh, recent yeah. But… oh, right there… oh my God… with the crush I was too young… Jesse." His name comes out as more of a moan.

  "You weren't too young when we met. Did you think of fucking me then?"

  I nod. "Yes. God, Jesse." His fingers are moving faster now and he's curved them so they hit my G-spot. I'm going to come so fast.

  "Right there… mmm."

  I can feel his smile against my cheek as the tingles begin and start to spread. Jesus.

  "It feels so good, Jesse. I can't--" I let out a cry of pleasure.

  "That's it, baby. Just let it happen."

  One, two, three more thrusts and I'm moaning long and low, panting as the orgasm crashes into me. Wave after wave washing over me, it keeps going on and on and feels like it's never going to stop. My entire body tingles, my toes curl, my pussy pulses. I can't… it's so much. I gasp for air, unable to breathe, the pleasure hits me so hard.

  He presses his lips against mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, keeping them for himself. He continues working his fingers in, circling my clit, drawing out every possible second of pleasure until the shudders stop and my body stills against his hand. I'm limp. I'm a rag doll. There's no way I can move from this spot.

  He breaks the kiss and I open my eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes have gone from the bright gold to a deep whiskey color. He slowly slips his fingers out and brings them to his lips.

  "Fuck, Lucy, you smell incredible. Let's see if you taste as good as you smell and sound."

  He slips his fingers coated with my release into his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head as he sucks them clean. He blinks his eyes open and stares at me.

  "Delicious."

  He's so… just… wow. So sexual, so overpowering, so sure and confident.

  "I didn't intend for that to happen here in the car."

  I just nod.

  "You kissed me. You look so sexy. I just couldn't help myself. I had to touch you. I wanted to make you come."

  "Well," I say, "at least I know you're not a selfish lover."

  He grins. "Most of the time, I am. You're different. I want to make you come over and over and, fucking hell, Lucy, tonight I'm going to. It won't be gentle the first time. I'm sorry, but I want you too badly. I'll make up for it. I promise."

  "I have no doubt, and hard and fast works for me."

  He curses under his breath. "You can't say things like that to me Lucy."

  "Why not? You want honest, right?"

  "Yeah, but--"

  "But nothing. When we get to your place, I don't want you to be gentle. I was kind of hoping it'd be one of those rip-each-others-clothes-off-and-fuck-against-the-wall moments."

  "Were you now. That can be arranged."

  I nod and lick my lips. He reaches out with a finger and traces my lips.

  "I can't feel my legs."

  He chuckles. "Good. I need a minute." He sits back and closes his eyes. I look to his lap and see his extremely impressive erection.

  I bite my lip. "Um, Jesse…" I say and reach out to touch him. He gently grabs my wrist and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

  "I'd love if you touched me later but right now was for you."

  "But I can--"

  He shakes his head. "For you."

  I nod and he presses a kiss to my forehead.

  "We're going to my place. I made you dinner. I just have to heat it up when we get there."

  "You cook?"

  "In and out of bed," he smirks.

  "Oh boy. Lame, Jesse. That was lame."

  "I thought it was pretty good."

  I meet his gaze. "Jesse. Thank you."

  "For?"

  "Privacy." Stupid paparazzi assholes.

  He nods and pulls me to him, my head resting on his chest.

  "God, what am I going to do with you Lucy?"

  "Hopefully all the things you told me before."

  He chuckles. "Oh, those will definitely happen. Many times."

  "I'm all for multiples."

  He grins and taps a finger to my nose. "Mmm."

  The car slows as we pull to a gated community, the driver is passed through and we cont
inue driving. A group of reporters standing around hoping to get a look. Tinted windows save us from their scrutiny.

  "We're here."

  I sit up, looking out the window. "Which one is yours?"

  "The one at the end."

  Of course. He's got a house on the beach… in Malibu. I sometimes forget just how rich and famous Jesse is.

  "Jesus, Jesse. It's freaking huge."

  He grins.

  "Oh my God. Ha. Your house."

  "It is. The guys stay here."

  "Ah," I nod. That's not a house. That's even more than a mansion. That's the biggest house I've ever seen and I've been to parties of many rich and famous.

  "Let me get your door for you." He presses a kiss to my lips then exits the car. He walks around to my side and opens my door. He holds out a hand, helping me out. I grab my purse and tuck my sunglasses back into my purse. He takes my suitcase from the driver and thanks him. Victor has got kind eyes. I like that.

  We walk up the steps and Jesse opens the door to what is a massive freaking mansion. Christ. You could fit hundreds of people in here. He probably has at some of the parties he's notorious for.

  "Welcome to my home."

  The foyer is huge with one staircase splitting off into two going in opposite directions. His color scheme isn't a surprise: Black, white, and red--the same color scheme for the Falling Down logo. A black and white checkered floor--I love that. The iron railings leading up the staircases are black, curved, and with an intricate design. There's random artwork that I don't even bother looking at right now. I'm just getting a glimpse because there is so much.

  "How many rooms are in this house?" I look to Jesse who has one shoulder resting against a doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. He looks completely relaxed and I'd believe it if it weren't for the tic in his jaw. It's his giveaway and I'm not going to tell him I know it. Already. Ha! But--if I know his, he likely knows mine. Unh.

  He shrugs. "A lot."

  I nod.

  "You hungry?"

  I turn to look at him. "Yes," I say breathily and he knows I don't mean for food. He straightens from the doorframe and slowly walks toward me with his gloriously tall and muscled frame.

  His hands cup my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks, and I look up to meet his gaze. Desire flares bright and hot within him as it does in me.