Page 57 of Ruled Out

He shakes his head into the crook of my neck. “I promise, I won’t. I did it to try and keep you at a safe distance, but I don’t want to fight us anymore, Mia.”

“Me neither,” I whisper, steadying my trembling body as I reach out and hold on to his muscular shoulders, cautious not to hurt him. “We just need to work out how to tell my dad now.”

His hands fall to the waistband of my jeans, and he undoes the top button and pulls down the zip. “That’s a problem for tomorrow. We’ll work it out, I promise.”

I lift up and let him peel down my damp jeans.

The look in Jessie’s eyes as he carefully undresses me is reminiscent of someone receiving their dream gift on Christmas morning. With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he sucks in a sharp breath. “Is this from the rain, or are you that soaked for me?”

I let out a needy whimper. “Both.”

Chuckling, he tosses my jeans to the side. “Has anyone ever gone down on you, Mia?”

My face heats, but this time, it’s not from embarrassment. “No. I’ve never actually …” I trail off, not sure how much to offer him. Even though it’s Jessie, the whole idea of telling him I’ve never had a proper orgasm feels strange.

I’ve gotten myself to that point, yeah. But never all the way.

“Never what?” he pushes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually orgasmed.”

His eyes grow wide. “Really?”

“Nope,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “At least, I don’t think so. Ridiculous when you think about it. I’m twenty-two.”

He kisses me and loops his hand around my arms, uncrossing them. “I never want you to think of yourself as ridiculous again. But, Sweetheart, if you’d had an orgasm, then you’d know.”

“I kind of guessed that. It doesn’t matter what I do; the toys just don’t get me there, and then I phase myself out and get more frustrated.”

A filthy smirk spreads across his face. “You know the easiest way to get you there?”

“How?”

“My mouth.”

My core throbs. “Is that what you want to do to me?”

His hands fall to my panties, tugging them down my thighs slowly. “I’ve wanted your pussy in my mouth from the moment I laid eyes on you, Mia. And given that was fucking years ago, I’d saywantis now the understatement of the century. So, let’s go with starving.”

I throw my head back and laugh, but then stop as his hands come to the insides of my thighs, parting me open as I rest my feet on the edge of his bed.

“Lie back for me,” he whispers.

I drop from my hands to my elbows and watch the way he takes me in.

“Yeah, it’s no use,” he drawls. Lust lacing his tone. “I’m gonna need this over my shoulder.”

I balance my leg over his shoulder as his eyes find mine. When his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, so does his finger through my pussy, and then he brings it to his lips, tasting me.

My jaw hangs open at the way he groans in pleasure. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever tried.

“I need to be honest with you, Mia. I know you want me to go slow, but I need to devour this pussy.”

“Do it,” I tell him, a determined edge to my tone.

As his tongue passes through me for the first time, he watches the way I react. I squirm as he brings one hand to my entrance and the other around the leg on his shoulder, holding me steady.

“Ready to experience your first orgasm, Sweetheart?”