Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I give a small smile, nodding in agreeance. Jesse wastes no time, gripping my ass and spinning me around before he plants me on the sink. I squeal when the cool granite hits my exposed, overheated skin, but he smothers the noise with his mouth when he kisses me again. Deft fingers find the heat between my thighs once more, moving my panties to the side. When he finally fills me with them, I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Jesse groans, pumping harder. I grip his upper arms and rest my forehead on his shoulder, looking down at the way the thick veins in his forearm bulge with the movement. “Fuck, Allie.” I feel myself clench around his fingers at his words and he curses again before pulling his fingers from me.
He drops to his knees and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my black underwear before sliding them down my legs. My heart jumps in my chest, equal parts excited and anxious for what’s about to happen. Once they reach my ankles, I point my toes so they fall easily to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me.”
My face heats at the command, but I do it nonetheless. Jesse stares between my legs for long seconds, and I fight the urge to squeeze them shut.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says before leaning forward. His nose grazes my leg on his trail upward. He plants little kisses in the insides of my right thigh, then my left, and everywhere in between, ignoring the place I want him most. I’m practically shaking when his tongue finally meets my center, taking one, long swipe. My hips buck forward of their own volition, my knees lifting. Jesse grips my shins, spreading me farther as he licks at me, and I’m drunk on the feeling, drunk on him. My sweaty palms slip on the counter and I fall back onto my forearms, squeezing my eyes shut at the sensations running through me. My thighs start to tremble, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly fall apart.
To my complete and utter horror, he stops too soon, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want you to come on my cock.” Once again, his blunt words take me by surprise. My wide eyes must show my hesitation, because he gives me a lazy smirk.
“I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom, Allie.” I swallow hard, nodding, even though he’s given me absolutely zero reason to trust him. Jesse tugs the string to his swim shorts. Using my feet, I push them down his hips. His length bobs between us, thick and hard. I gulp at the sight, unable to stop myself from staring, suddenly forgetting all the reasons I should deprive myself of having sex with Jesse fucking Shepherd.
Jess pinches my chin between his finger and thumb. “If I’m going to have any self-control, you’re gonna have to stop looking at my dick like that.”
“Sorry.” I don’t know why I apologize, but my nerves are on another level right now. Still holding my chin, he leans in, kissing me deep and slow. I lean back on the palms of my hands, parting my legs to let him in the space between. His fingers curl around the nape of my neck, his thumb resting on my cheek as his warm, hard flesh meets my soft. We both suck in a breath, and Jess rolls his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. He lines himself up with my center before thrusting upward, sliding through my slick heat. I jolt at the feeling, and his grip on my neck tightens.
“Goddamn, Allie. If not fucking you feels this good, I can’t imagine the real thing.”
His words spur me on and I rock my hips, sliding along his length, causing him to groan. Letting go of me, he pulls back to grip my hips, then tugs, making me shift down even farther. My ass hangs off the edge of the sink now, and he hooks his hands under my knees, holding me in place.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, my head suddenly feeling too heavy to hold up. I’m not even attempting to be quiet at this point, his company long forgotten. Jesse releases my right thigh for half a second to lift the hem of his shirt, stuffing it under his chin in one swift motion. His eyes are fixed on where we’re connected, his abs flexing with each thrust.
“I could slip inside you so easily right now,” he says, the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance, teasing.
I can’t form a response. All I know is that I want more of this. I’m so close.
“Lift your shirt and show me those perfect fucking tits,” he orders. I feel myself clench at his words, and the smug look in his eyes tells me he feels it. His blunt words usually embarrass me, but when we’re like this, nothing turns me on more. Resting my weight on one elbow, my hand makes its slow descent. My fingertips curl around the bottom of my shirt before I peel it up, exposing my chest, the cool air hitting my almost painfully hard nipples.