Not being able to kiss her mouth or bury his face between her thighs was going to be torture, but maybe she was right. Maybe that’d make it harder for this to be a “one night only” situation. He’d always known if he ever set his mouth on hers, he’d be a goner. No turning back. The demons he carried wouldn’t release their hold of him, but he’d be damned if he’d let them rope her into his own personal hell too.
Ella reached for his zipper and guided it down, then shifted his pants out of the way to expose his black boxer briefs. He was rock hard and ready.
“No kissing, but can I touch you?” he asked through gritted teeth, doing his best not to let his restraint snap and toss her onto the bed and bury his cock deep inside her.
“Yes, please,” she said with a tiny nod.
He hooked his fingers at the thin strip of fabric on her hips and pushed down her panties. Setting a palm to her pussy, he hissed when her arousal coated his fingers as he slid them through her folds.
She bucked against his hand, nearly falling into him. He brought one hand to her breast and rolled her peaked nipple between his fingers while playing with her wet folds.
“Jesse,” she cried. When he plunged two fingers inside her, she began panting and rubbing against the heel of his hand to create more friction.
This goddess saying his name was going to provoke the beast to wake. To take her. Ravish her. Fuck her hard and from every angle.
“Don’t,” he demanded. “Don’t say my name,” he growled out in warning and squeezed her tit, which was more than a handful, even for his big hand.
“Why?” She looked straight into his eyes as he continued to pleasure her, and he loved every second of her breathy moans. But those seductive sounds were also dangerous to his control.
Releasing her breast, he slid his hand around and up her back to fist a handful of her hair and lightly pulled. “Because I will tear you apart, darlin’, and I’d prefer to be gentle with you.”
“Oh.” Her mouth remained poised and rounded. A little stunned by his words. And maybe on the brink of orgasm from his touch. Either way, it was damn difficult not to stick his tongue between her lips and fuck her mouth too. “What if I want you to, uh, tear me apart?” she asked, pressing her body tight to his.
He pulled her hair a bit harder, letting her know she was playing with fire right now. “Maybe later. We have the night, right? It doesn’t have to be the one time.”
Another soft “oh” fell from her lips as she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand there. “I might come if you don’t stop. And I want it to happen with you inside me.” She met his eyes. “Please.”
When he released her hair and pulled his hand from her tight pussy, she stepped around her discarded thong and climbed onto the bed. At the sight of her on all fours, ass in the air for him, Jesse nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Condoms are in the side zipper in my suitcase,” she directed him, then swung her gaze around to find him staring at her ass. “What? I’ve been working on my dump truck.”
“Dump truck?” he asked, momentarily distracted from his mission by her turn of phrase.
“I think that’s what the twentysomethings call it. It’s not near Kardashian levels, but I’ve been hitting my glutes a lot at the gym.”
“I don’t know anything about the Kardashians,” he said while securing a condom, “but I’d say your ass is, well, perfect.” His dick throbbed as he rolled it on, images of said ass in every position imaginable rushing through his mind.
“As much as I love the view, I want to look at you while we . . .” Don’t say make love. This isn’t supposed to be intimate, you asshole.
She nodded, then flipped to her back. He climbed on top of her, remaining upright. Was he really going to have sex with his best friend’s little sister?
Would A.J. kill him if he ever found out?
Ella’s eyes drifted up the length of his body while making a come-hither motion with her finger as her other hand palmed her breast. Yeah, I’m done. Just put a bullet in me and call it a day, because how in the hell would he be able to move on after tonight?
He lowered himself to his forearms and positioned his tip at her soaked center. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” she responded without hesitation, then reached for the nape of his neck, drawing him closer to her. Too close. Their mouths nearly brushed.
“Ella.” Her name served as the final warning. The chance to wave the white flag. But he doubted either one of them would be able to cut out and surrender. To walk away from this moment, regardless of the consequences once daylight hit.
“Jesse,” she said with a lift of her brows, knowing she was on thin ice in terms of his control now.
“You really do want to be a bad girl tonight, don’t you?”
Ella planted her lip between her teeth as he nudged the head of his cock in just an inch, and his balls tightened at the touch. “Mm. As long as you whisper, good girl, at some point tonight, I’ll be as bad as you want me to be.”
“You are a good girl.” He knew that wasn’t what she meant, but damn did he hate that he was about to plow into a genuinely good girl, risking making her even half as broken as him. But he was already an inch deep inside her, and there was no turning back.
He thrust into her in one hard movement, and her hips and ass lifted off the bed as she joined him, her pelvic bone hitting his. “Ohhh,” she hissed, her eyes locked with his.
He’d never felt anything like this. She was a perfect fit, taking all of him. Moving with him.
Jesse shifted his weight to one forearm so he could reach for her hip and slide his hand to her ass, keeping her tight against his body as he started fucking her in earnest.
“I’m going to come. I-I’m sorry. I can’t wait,” she moaned a few minutes later.
“Waiting on you, darlin’. I can come any-fucking-time being inside you. You feel so good.”
Ella’s gaze tightened on him, and she began shuddering beneath him. Her body arched as she lifted her back from the bed and rocked into her orgasm, grinding her pussy against him into climax. And when she whispered his name at the height of ecstasy, it was all it took for him to thrust one last time and come hard.
He rolled off to her side after they both came down from what had felt like walking through Heaven’s gates, and he was tempted to reach for her hand and lock their fingers together.
But that’d be intimate, so he set his hands on top of his chest to try and find his breath. “How many condoms did you pack?” In his hurry to grab one, he hadn’t noticed. He shifted to his side to look at her, and he couldn’t help but palm her breast when she mirrored his move to lie on her side facing him.
“Three more.” She ran her tongue along the seam of her mouth, and damn, was he desperate to kiss her.
“That may not be enough.” He leaned forward and set his lips to her shoulder that’d been bare in that dress earlier. “Maybe instead of one night, we have one weekend?” What was he doing? Saying? But how in the hell would he make it through tomorrow night without touching her?
No, they could go back to being friends again when they were home in Bama on Sunday, right?
“Yes,” she said, and he did his best not to notice the gloss to her eyes, worried she was on the verge of tears from whatever emotions had stirred inside her during sex. If she felt anything like he did, then yeah . . .