Propping myself up on my hands, I watched as he used his mouth on me. His big hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me tight, a look of sheer pleasure on his beautiful face.
He wasn’t messing around, he licked up from my opening and zeroed in on my clit. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue until I was writhing and close to coming in minutes.
But just before I could go over the edge, he stood.
My hand dropped down between us, going for my clit all on its own in my desperate need to finish. Jesse growled and grabbed my hand.
“When you come, it’s gonna be around my cock. Nothing beats your tight-as-fuck pussy clamping down on me.”
“Goddammit, Jesse,” I moaned.
He chuckled darkly and pulled a condom free, rolling it on. Then he grabbed both my hands, tugging them up over my head, and pushed me down on the table. “Keep your hands up,” he rasped.
The wicked glint in his eyes, dirty and hungry, made my inner muscles quiver. He shoved up my top, then yanked down my bra cups so I was exposed. He hissed and dipped his head, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, squeezing the other breast roughly before he looked up at me.
“I’d really like to worship these gorgeous tits, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna watch them bounce while I fuck you instead.”
His voice was almost harsh and sent tingles over my skin. I liked the thought of people just outside, walking past the library, not knowing that inside I was about to be fucked on a table. That there could be people waiting outside for me to get back from lunch so they could check out books.
You’re so wet, Lila. Only whores get wet like that. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Jarod’s voice, his hateful words, echoed through my head. My warped emotionally abused subconscious was trying to shame me with the memory, trying to ruin my happiness. Trying to make me feel guilty for loving the pleasure Jesse was giving me.
But then I looked up at him and my heart clenched.
I quickly shoved all the bad away, locking it down. I had no reason to feel guilty. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and the desire I felt was nothing to be ashamed of.
No, I felt amazing. Beautiful. Happy. So desperate for the man kissing his way up my body, I could scarcely breathe. “I need you inside me, Jesse.”
I needed it badly. I needed him to wash all the hurt away like only Jesse could.
He loomed over me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, pinning them over my head, then he took his cock with the other. “Legs around me.”
I did what he said.
He slammed inside me. No easing me in, no going slow. I cried out as my body tried to adjust to his size.
“Jesus Christ, so fucking tight,” he growled.
Then he started thrusting into me, hard and deep, his intense gaze moving between my breasts and down to where we were joined. Watching him watch me turned me on even more.
His thrusts grew harder, his expression lined with tension. He was close.
He released one of my hands. “Play with yourself, Lila, like you were going to before.”
I did as he said, my fingers going to my clit, teasing it as he slammed into me. Jesse’s gaze dropped, watching.
His cock grew bigger, harder, as he thrust into me. He cursed viciously, his gaze snapping up to me. “Let me feel it, baby.”
My legs tightened around his waist and I arched. As I came hard, my inner muscles spasmed, locking down on his heavy, hard length repeatedly.
Jesse dropped down, covering me, pinning me with his weight, and fucked me with short, deep, brutal thrusts, his mouth at my neck, my ear.
“Addicted to that pussy,” he gritted out. “So fucking tight and wet. That good-girl pussy loves to be fucked hard, doesn’t it? You love it, don’t you, Lila, you love the way I fuck you?”
His dirty words sent me spinning higher, coming harder. “Yes. Yes, I love it.” I dragged my nails down his back, moaning and writhing beneath him helplessly while he came with me, growling and gasping and saying my name.
We lay there catching our breath. And Jesse trailed kisses over my neck and jaw, making his way to my lips.
“Christ, I’m gonna miss you while I’m away,” he said.
My belly twisted unhappily at the thought of being without him. But he had to do something for the club—whatever Stones had called him away for the morning after the party—and he couldn’t put it off any longer. I traced his jaw, his perfect lips. “So it’s just a few days?”
We’d spent nearly every night this last week together, and I didn’t relish the idea of being parted from him. Pathetic, but there you go. I’d fallen hard, and there was no point denying it.
He nodded and stood, sliding from me. I straightened my clothes as he wrapped the condom in a piece of paper before tossing it in the trash can.
He tucked himself away and his gaze came to me, sliding to my mouth before traveling back up to my eyes. “I’m gonna visit Mom in the morning, then head out. But yeah, it should just be a few days.”
He took my hand and kissed it, then led me to the front. There were a couple of small brown paper bags on the counter.
“Lunch,” he said. “Got Addie to pick out your favorites.” He grinned wickedly. “Since I planned on using up the time doing something other than eating.”
“So organized.”
“I wanted to do you right, but my girl still needs lunch.”
I laughed. Jesse made me laugh a lot, it was one of the many things I loved about him. “You take such good care of me,” I said, grinning at him.
“That’s all I want to do, Bambi.” He tugged me back into him, giving my boob a squeeze and kissing the top of my head. “Wish I could hang around, but I need do a few things, then get back to work.”
I walked him out to the Bronco, since he’d been forced to park his bike for the winter.
“See you after work?” Jesse said, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me in close again. He nuzzled his way up my throat.
“Sounds good.”
He grinned down at me, then took my mouth in a breath-stealing kiss. “Don’t want to leave town tomorrow without properly saying goodbye.”
I wanted to ask what he’d be doing, but whenever I’d asked about the things he did for the club, he changed the subject. “You’ll be safe?”
“Always.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “I know you’re curious, but it’s nothing to worry about. I usually only go away on club business a couple times a year, if I’m lucky. Usually, things are cool, no drama, just working, partying, hanging with my brothers. After this run, things will die back down, okay?”
I nodded. I wasn’t big on secrets. I hated them, in fact. But I was new to this whole biker club thing. And yes, I trusted Jesse, but it didn’t stop me from worrying. “You’re not doing something…illegal, are you?”
His gaze stayed locked on mine. “You don’t have to worry. I promise.”
Not a no. He was avoiding my question.
He kissed me again. “I’ll come around to your place as soon as my last client leaves tonight, yes?” His hand slid down to my butt and he squeezed. “No panties remember. I’m gonna add the ones in my pocket to my collection.”
“What do you mean, collection?”
He chuckled. “I may have picked up another pair a little while ago.”