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Chapter 29

Jessie

Outside the restaurant, Ben ordered our ride home.

“Six minutes,” he announced, then turned back to me. “What do you wanna do with that time?”

“That’s up to you. Are you in or out on this?” I asked, gesturing between us. Nerves wracked me as a little voice in my head told me he could be doing this with any number of other women at the same time.

He pulled my hips to his, gazing down into my eyes. “It might be a mistake, but I think you know I’m in.”

“Are you? No other girls? Because some girls are probably okay with sharing, but I’m not that kind of girl.”

He rubbed his lips together nervously and put his head back, sighing. “I probably have no game for telling you this, but you know I can’t keep my mouth shut.”

“Oh, geez,” I said, fearing for whatever was about to come from his trap.

He smiled at me, but his eyes were serious. “There hasn’t been anyone since I met you. Since you stomped over to my place in your tiny pajamas. Since you raged at me and tore me open and told me what was what. No one else could ever bowl me over like you do. It’s just you.”

A warm wave of joy spread over me. He was choosing me . Not Sheila. Not some other woman. He just wanted me . Someone who was with me for four years couldn’t choose me, but Mikey did. “Not even on the road?”

His thumb stroked my cheek. “Not on the road. Not at home. Not on a plane or a train. I’ve been stuck on you, Miss Jessalyn.”

I was elated but struggling to wrap my head around it. “So you’re not pretending?”

He looked down into my eyes, fingers brushing some hair behind my ear. He chuckled self-consciously, blushing like he was embarrassed. “Honey, I was never pretending.”

I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck and jumping. He caught me around the waist and pinned me against his body, laughing as his head dipped for a wild and unrelenting kiss. His lean muscle pressed against me as his tongue danced with mine, surrounded by Ben. I loved how big his hands felt holding me up, safe and protected as we were real with each other. Raw. Unleashed from pretending and fully going for it.

This man had stormed into my life, taken me in, done anything and everything to make things easier for me, to support me. And I couldn’t be happier to have him.

He tried wrapping my thighs around him, but that would involve flashing half the neighborhood with my bare ass.

“Skirt,” I mumbled into his mouth as a car tooted its horn. Our ride had arrived anyway.

The Uber home was tense. We didn’t want to be the weirdos making out and making it weird for the driver, so we told terrible jokes and laughed way too hard at them. I kept coming up with reasons to laugh and grab his arm or lean into him. Eventually, he kept the touch going.

“You’re silly tonight, Sweet Cheeks,” he said, squeezing my thigh. But then he left his hand there. I put my hand on top of his and scooted it farther up my leg. Maddeningly, his index finger stroked my inner thigh, sending shockwaves to my core. It wasn’t a long ride, so it wasn’t long before the driver let us out in front of our building.

I pressed the button to the elevator with Mikey creeping up behind me. He gripped my hips as we waited, breathing into my neck. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me moan. I didn’t care what I sounded like or who heard. I was with a man who valued me, who turned me on, who made my whole body feel alive.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Thankfully, it was empty. I took Mikey’s hand and led him inside. He pressed the button for our floor. The second the doors shut, his body was on mine, pinning me to the wall. His mouth covered mine, tongue sliding, heart pounding, like we’d die if we didn’t taste each other. His hand rode up my skirt to my bare hip, searching for fabric and finally finding it at the top of my hip bone.

“Christ, Jessie, these feel sexy,” he growled. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Uh huh,” I mewled. Without hesitating, he reached back to push the stop elevator button and dropped to his knees.

“You’ve been wanting this real bad, haven’t you, Jessie Girl?”

“You’re really going to do this?”

“I made you a promise, honey, and I keep my promises.”

I spread my legs for him, ready to cash in on any and all of Ben’s promises.

“That’s it. Let your man take care of you.” He pulled my thong to the side and kissed my sensitive inner thighs. “Goddammit, Jessalyn.”

I clamped my thighs around his hands, panicking. “What? Is something wrong? Is it gross?” I mentally cursed myself for not changing my underwear after work.

“Not at all, hon. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looked up at me, brow furrowed. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.”

My cheeks burned, not accustomed to getting compliments on that part of me. “Oh?”

He kissed around his hands on my thighs and I relaxed again. He wasted no time, putting his tongue on me before I could think any more, amber eyes watching me. The pleasure was so intense I could hardly stand, legs shaking.

“Your taste, Jessie,” he said before diving back in. I grasped his reddish-brown strands and tugged. He moaned into my skin and looked up at me with the most salacious grin.

A click resonated through the elevator. “Is everything okay in there?”

Fuck. The security guard. I looked around for a camera but didn’t see one.

Ben stifled a laugh.

“Oh. Yes. We must have bumped the stop button,” I said brightly. “Do I just press it again to restart the elevator?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, thank you!”

Mikey looked up at me. “To be continued.” He put my underwear back in place and pulled my skirt down. He stood and leaned into me.

“I feel like we’re going to the principal’s office,” I whispered.

“We are, you bad girl,” he laughed into a kiss. “You got us in trouble.”

“Me?!”

The doors opened on our floor and we slinked out, hand in hand. I leaned into the doorframe as he unlocked our door and tugged me inside. Even the process of toeing off our shoes was foreplay, his predatory gaze combing over me. I was everything: nervous, excited, terrified, exhilarated. Ben’s hands were reaching for me within an instant of getting inside, his mouth covering mine. I walked backward until I was against the kitchen counter. Like he read my mind, he lifted me up, setting me on the edge of the counter.

“I’ve wanted you everywhere in this apartment, Ben,” I breathed as he laid kisses on my neck.

“Tell me where you’ve wanted me.”

“Right here,” I gasped. “And the living room floor. And bent over the couch. And...” I trailed off as he lifted my shirt to unveil my breasts, moving his lips over the cleavage that my bra displayed.

“All those places sound good to me, baby,” he said. “You know what’s been eating away at me?”

He ran his hands down my sides as my shirt hit the kitchen floor. “How fucking gorgeous you were that night I caught you.”

Renewed embarrassment sent heat through me, but I pressed on. I wanted this, wanted him. I peeled his t-shirt off and circled my legs around his hips to pull him close.

“I wondered what you were thinking about, what you would have looked like without all the covers on you, what you do to make yourself come.”

“You wanna watch me?”

He cemented us together with his arms. “I want everything with you, Jessalyn.” His amber eyes darted to my lips as he devoured me in another deep kiss, his hands skating under my skirt to cup my ass. “But first, I want to watch you and have you tell me what you were thinking about when you were playing with yourself in my bed.”

I cocked my head, considering. “What’s in it for me?”

His voice was low and husky. “What do you want from me, honey?”

“I want to see you, too. And to know what you thought about when you fucked yourself in the living room after you caught me.”

A wolfish grin spread over Ben’s face. “Bed?”

“Bed.”

He hoisted me up, which put his face between my breasts. He gave me a sheepish smirk and I had to laugh at him. “Go on,” I said. “I know you want to.”

“What, this?” He placed a delicate kiss on each breast, making puppy dog eyes up at me. I cackled.

“That’s all?”

His smile was face-splitting. “Nope.” With exaggerated nibbling noises, he laid his face into my breasts and shook his head, leaning forward to tip me back to my squeal.

“See? You do bite. All that time of saying you don’t? It was a trap.”

“Well, I caught you now,” he laughed, carrying me away to the bedroom.

He laid me back on the sheets and stood between my legs.

“I like you like this,” he said. “Half undone for me. But I need more skin. You gonna take this skirt off, or do I have to tear it off you?”

“Hands off! This is vintage!” I unzipped the skirt, dropped it to the floor, and kicked it away, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your pants off, big boy.”

He leaned down to kiss me with amused eyes, his hands tented on either side of me. “You think you’re calling the shots?”

I would have never been so confident with Cole, but with Mikey, I had to match his cockiness or be taken under by it. “If you want to see me come, you’ll let me take the lead. Pants off.”

“Jessie, I don’t give up control easily. I have half a mind to make you take my belt off so I can paint that ass red with it.”

“I believe it. But you’ll give up control for me.”

He unbuckled his belt, shaking his head. “I always knew you were a brat.” And yet, his pants were on the floor, joining the pile with my skirt. “Now get on your back and show me how you make yourself come.”

Not taking my eyes off his, I spread my legs and tugged my thong to the side, still sitting up. I put my fingers to his lips and obediently, he opened. His tongue circled my fingers as I slid them out of his mouth and drew them down to my pussy. “You forgot the deal. You’ve gotta show me, too.”

“Oh, I’ll fuckin’ show you.” He lowered the band of his boxer briefs to free his burgeoning erection. If I thought it was big the last time I saw it, this was a whole other affair. My breath caught at the sight of it. “Like what you see? You like my giant cock?”

I smirked, his words snapping me back into my confident, take-charge mode as my fingers started to circle my clit. “Get over yourself.”

“You get over it,” he teased. “You’re the one who called my cock giant.”

“Fine. I like your giant cock. Now fuck your hand for me.”

“Jesus, Jessalyn.”

I laid back and dipped my fingers into my soaking slit. Ben stood over me, jacking his cock and feeling my leg with his other hand.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect.”

“You like watching me?”

“Never seen anything more beautiful in my life. You’ve never done this with anybody else, have you?”

I shook my head and bit my lip.

“But you’ve always wanted to, haven’t you?” he went on. “You’ve been waiting on me to let yourself loose. Anything you want, Jessie. I’ll make sure you get it.”

My hand sped up around my clit as the other went to my breast.

“That feel good, baby? You like having your tits grabbed?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You gonna show me one of those pretty nipples?”

I grinned. “Why don’t ya beg for it?”

He shook his head and let out an agonized groan. “Such a brat.”

“I’m waiting,” I said. “I don’t have all day.”

“Please let me see you, Jessie. You’re killing me.”

I held his eyes as I lowered one bra cup. “Like this?”

“That’s it, honey. Good girl.”

My face screwed up. I hadn’t known he was serious with the Daddy/good girl text exchange we had. “What am I, your dog?”

He cracked a cocky smile. “No. When you do what I say, you’re my good girl. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and tell me what you were thinking about when you did this without me?”

My eyes widened as I bit my lip.

“Don’t be shy, now. We’re way past that, hon.”

“I wondered whether you’d grab hard or be more tender. I thought about your hands on me, your thick fingers. Your cock filling me up, my mouth, my pussy. The taste of you. I wondered what made all those women scream so loud and whether you’d think of me as a fucktoy or something more.”

“Fuck, Jessie.” His hand made small circles at the top of his strokes, working the head of his cock. “You’d be all that and more. There’s so much I want to do with you.”

I trailed my other hand down to my pussy, sliding two fingers inside. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d want?”

He sucked air through his teeth as he put his head back, eyes remaining on me. Then he bent over me, his hand on his cock skimming my stomach. “I’d want you screaming my name when you come on my cock, my tongue. I want to brand you with my cum, claim you with my cock. No one else. And when you come for me, you’ll belong to me. Because now that you’re with me, you’re never faking again.”

I whimpered, his words turning me on more. “What about if I come for you now? Will I be yours?”

“Not yet, honey. You’ll come when I say so. And when you do, you’re gonna look at me. I need to know how gorgeous you are when you come.”

My nipples felt tighter as his words washed over me, my breasts heavier. All I wanted was more, and him, and now. I could have easily reached out to touch him, but I liked the game we were playing. “What did you think about when you jacked off to me?”

He hummed. “I thought about what your breath would feel like on my neck. Whether I’d smell like you when we were done. Whether you’d be a little brat or a good girl. Whether you’d let Daddy take control or take matters into your own hands. How that hot, tight little pussy would feel gripping my cock.”

“Ben,” I whined.

“That’s it, baby. Beg for it. I’m gonna let you have it, but you’ve gotta show me you want it.”

Where had Demanding Jess gone? When did I become so submissive? Why was it turning me on so much? A rush of moisture coated my hand, his face going to a thrilled surprise.

“Ben,” I squeaked. “Did I just squirt?”

“Fuck yeah you did, honey,” he growled. “Now you’re gonna come for me. Eyes on me and tell me who’s turning you on.”

My eyes squeezed shut, but I remembered to open them as my edge inched closer. With a final twitch of my fingers, I came, hard, his name falling from me.

Ben nodded with the greatest admiration in his eyes. “That’s my girl.”

“Come on my tits,” I pleaded. “I need it.”

“You got it, baby. Sit up a little for me.”

He knelt over me as I sat up on my elbows. The fierce motion of his hand and his abs flexing told me he was close.

“Fuck, I could go again,” I gritted out. “You’re so hot, Ben.”

“Do it, Jessie,” Ben said. “Be a good girl and come when I do.”

Before reaching for my pussy again, I pulled my breasts fully out of my bra. Ben’s breathing quickened and his eyes went wide.

“Say my name, too,” I said. “If I’m yours, you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours, Jessie.” With a yell that was something like my name, a hot spurt hit my chest, followed by a few more. Ben panted over me, running his finger through the mess on my tits. I looked down to see what he was doing and found the word “MINE” written there. In his cum.

I whimpered his name.

“You’re mine now, Jessalyn. You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re mine. Don’t you be scared of it. I’ve got you in every way, honey.”

I’d never had someone go all in so hard in my life. Mikey didn’t hesitate to call me his own. And he said he’d been mine. He was putting me first.

Could anything be hotter? To be so wholly desired?

Holding his gaze, I dragged my fingers through his cum and rubbed it onto my peaked nipple, then into my clit. He kissed my neck as I touched myself, whispering in my ear how gorgeous I am. It was then that I fell over the edge again.

“You did so good, honey. I love seeing you lose control.”

My eyes flitted all over his exposed skin, feeling self-conscious realizing I’d just orgasmed twice, and squirted, in front of someone new. “We did that.”

“We did. It was really fucking hot.” He bent down and kissed me. “Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

I scooted to the top of the bed and looked down at the mess we’d made. Ben came back in the room in just his boxer briefs and an ear-to-ear smile. He used a warm washcloth to wipe first my pussy, then my breasts. His face faltered to a more polite smile.

“You are on birth control, right? That was really hot and it’s not likely that you’d get knocked up from that, but I don’t like to tempt fate.”

I gritted my teeth. “Yes, I am. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He kissed me and stayed over top of me. “I get tested, so we’re good there. I’d have told you before, but we weren’t touching each other.”

“Oh, yeah, I got checked up while you were gone. No issues despite being cheated on,” I sighed. “But...”

“What, hon?”

I rubbed my lips together. “Have you been tested since your last partner? I know you have lots of other options.”

His face softened. “One, yes I have been tested. And I always wrap it up. I’ve never been bare with anyone. And two, Jessie, I’m not talking to anyone else. Haven’t been for a while. You can go through my phone if you want.”

“Sorry. Yeah. You told me all that. It’s just, you know.”

I didn’t want to say his name. Mikey got it, though.

He settled on his side facing me, patting my cheek. “I know. I would never do that to you. And what we just did? That was my first time doing that, too.”

I nodded. It was the first sexual thing we’d done together, and it was still the freakiest thing I’d ever done. Still, someone treating me the way I’d been treated for the past four years, I had trouble believing it all. I looked at my nails, running my fingertip over a jagged edge. “You do still get messages from girls, though, right? Like, nudes and stuff?”

He chewed his lip but didn’t look away. “Yeah, I do. But I never found what I was looking for with people like that. With you, I want something deeper. I genuinely like you. All of you.”

I twisted my lips with a little snort. “Not just my killer rack?”

“Definitely not just your killer rack,” he said with a kiss. “I also like how you don’t take any shit, and your smile, and your laugh. I like this little dimple,” he said, touching my cheek and waiting for me to smile so it would show, “Thank you. And I like how somehow, you like me, too.”

I stroked my thumb over his cheek. “This is all really unexpected, you know.”

“I know. I’m fucking terrified, but I’m going with it. I hope you will, too.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You told me not to be scared of being yours.”

He chuckled. “I feel good about you being mine. That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid I’ll screw it all up.”

“Interesting contradiction, Mr. Miknevicius.” We shared a tender, delicate kiss and then he moved to the bottom of the bed. He put a towel where I’d made a bit of a mess.

“Sorry about that,” I said with a grimace, getting up to head for the bathroom.

Ben’s brow furrowed and he scrambled after me, tackling me back to the bed. He lowered his voice to a growl.

“Don’t you dare apologize for being sexy as fuck and squirting on my bed.” He nuzzled my nose, making me giggle. “That was hotter than actual sex. You’re perfect, Jessalyn.”

I yawned, patting his side. “Thanks, bubby. Now get off me so I can go pee and brush my teeth. Some of us have to get up early.”

He laughed as he rolled off me. “You going all mountain mama on me?”

“Reckon I am.”

He followed me into the bathroom to do our evening business. When we headed back for the bedroom, he was wrestling me into bed again.

“What gives, Jockey?” I asked, laughing.

“I can finally touch you and mess with you like I’ve wanted to,” he said, clinging to my side. “You ready to go to sleep?”

“Yeah, but let me get this bra off. I can’t sleep in them.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said with a skeevy grin. I rolled my eyes and reached for my bra clasp, but he beat me to it. “Can I hold your tits while we sleep? Though they aren’t the only thing I like about you, I’m still kind of obsessed with them.”

“Sure.” I pulled back to look at his face, then kissed him. “Hey. We’re kissing in your bed. Not just sleeping or snuggling.”

“We are. And I think it’s our bed.”

My heart fluttered at how readily he included me in his life. “Is that weird?” I asked.

“If it’s weird, I like weird.”

With an arm wrapped around my waist and a hand on my boob, he sighed out one last “mine” before we drifted off to sleep.