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Chapter 30

Mikey

Jessie’s alarm went off at 4:30 as usual, but this time, her mostly naked body was nestled into mine. My left hand was full of her right breast.

This was paradise. Even if it was too damn early.

“Morning, Sweet Cheeks,” I said, stroking her nipple.

“Not a bad way to wake up,” she murmured. “Minus like no sleep.”

“Can you be late today?” I asked, pressing my rapidly hardening dick into her backside. “I could go for more Jessie and Ben time like we had last night.

“I wish. I’m actually in more of a hurry. This is my last chance to shower before your thing tonight.”

“We could skip it,” I said, rubbing my hand down her hip.

“Or will there be a coat closet there?” She turned to face me with a mischievous smile.

“Good memory, Sweet Cheeks. I’ll see what we can pull off. But I’d rather our first time not be in a coat closet. That’s later stuff.”

“Oh, is that part of the Mikey Formula?” She said it sarcastically, but I could hear her insecurity.

“No, ma’am. What I told you against the door were my wildest fantasies of what I wanted to do to you.” She was halfway to the bathroom but gave me a little smile. How long would it be before she trusted me not to cheat on her?

I mean, yeah, a guy who didn’t have dozens of women in his DMs cheated on her. I guess I could see where she’d get a little gunshy.

But whatever nerves she had didn’t stop her from giving me a kiss in bed before she left, her wet hair brushing my cheek.

“Have a great day, Jockey. See you tonight.”

* * *

Can’t wait to see you

Jessie Girl

Getting my hair and makeup done now by the girls on set! I feel like a star

U r my star

Stop. You’re a schmooze

Seriously. Can’t wait to have u on my arm. Ur a star to me

Saw ur dress hanging in the closet. Very excited to see it on u

Or off u?

(smirk emoji)

* * *

“Will you zip me?”

Jessie had walked in from work looking stunning in her fancy hair and makeup, something she said Kitty did, too. I poured her a glass of prosecco and sent her to go get dressed. We were kinda pressed for time, even with a fashionably late arrival. Her dress had this high neckline that made her rack look amazing. The red glittery fabric went to the floor with a slit that let one whole leg out. As I stepped in the bedroom to zip her as requested, I had an open view of her back.

“What if I’d rather get you out of this dress?” I asked, kissing her neck from behind.

“I don’t want to mess up my hair just yet,” she said with a wink over her shoulder.

I groaned, rubbing myself into her ass. “Jessie, it’s almost worse to know that you’re kind of a freak.”

“That’s what you think. What if I turn out to be the most vanilla you’ve ever had?”

“I don’t see that happening. You were begging me to come on your tits last night.”

She tossed her head from side to side, weighing that. “Fair.”

Slowly, I zipped her dress. “You know, we’re getting a limo to the event. And it’s a good twenty minutes away.”

My hand dragged from her knee to the slit at the top of her dress.

“Is twenty minutes enough time?” she asked innocently.

I nibbled under her ear and slipped my hand into the slit of her dress, petting my finger over her panties. “We can make it enough time for a little fun. Take the edge off.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Jess whined as I looked at my phone, removing my hand from her. “That’s our driver. I’ll tell them we’ll be right down. Can I do anything to help you get ready?”

“I’m almost done. Just need my earrings and to touch up my lipstick,” she said breezily, taking a sip of her Prosecco. I turned her to face me and ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Maybe don’t bother with the lipstick, darlin’.”

She arched an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think is going to happen in this limo, Jockey?”

“This sassy, pretty mouth wrapped around my cock if I’m lucky.”

Her arms went around my neck, pressing herself into me. “Hmm. And what do I get out of the deal?”

“You’re my girl now. You know I’ll take care of you,” I cooed, holding her waist. We melted into each other for a kiss so intense, I came away with swollen lips and a semi.

“I want to fuck you right here on this dresser,” I said, scooping up her bottom and setting her on the edge.

“How long till the driver leaves?” she asked, running a finger down my chest and pulling me in by my tie. As if on cue, my phone buzzed again. I growled, checking my watch. We were late.

“We should go,” I said miserably.

* * *

It turned out that the driver was a very sweet old man who apparently wanted to talk the entire time, and we had a town car, not a limo. Neither Jess nor I were in the mood to shut down an old man so we could fool around in the backseat. We exchanged many tense glances and hand squeezes, her dimple almost constantly out from where she was trying to keep from laughing.

That meant by the time we got to the venue, we were both frustrated as fuck. I had to mentally pour cold water on my dick and try to pretend every touch from Jess wasn’t sending my body into overdrive.

She adjusted my tie before we went in and undid the buttons of my jacket. “Button the top one when you get out of the car, babe,” she said.

The driver got out to open our door and she burst into laughter. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

“No, it did not,” I said. “And look at you, fixing me up like your little Ken doll.”

“Sorry. Old habit. It’s what I do all day. You ready to be fancy?”

“Ready. There’s photographers, so smile big.”

She looked momentarily terrified but steeled herself with a deep breath and a smile. I pecked her cheek. “Don’t worry. You look gorgeous, baby.”

We stepped out into the flashes and cheers of fans waiting on either side of the red carpet.

Jessie tugged on my hand and I bent down to listen. “Jesus, Jockey. I didn’t know you were this famous.”

I grinned at her and squeezed her hand. I stopped and talked to a reporter. Jessie tried to step out of the camera’s view, but I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her close.

“Mikey, why do you think it’s so important to help disadvantaged youth?”

I rattled off some answer my PR rep had told me to give.

“And who’s this with you?”

“This is my girlfriend, Jessie. She’s a brilliant costume designer. I’m very glad she came tonight to make me look sharper.”

She gave me a goofy grin. I went in to give her a kiss on the temple, but she turned her face up and well, I just full-on kissed her. Quick, nothing nasty. Her face went bright red. I thanked the reporter and walked Jessie on down the carpet.

I signed a few autographs for fans that had stuff waiting and snapped selfies with a few. Someone asked to get a picture of me and Jessie, which I thought was a little weird, but we went with it.

“Sorry about the kiss. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I said as we walked the last few feet to the door.

“I’m flattered. It was a surprise, but you’re always full of surprises.”

“I might be a teensy bit excited about having you with me,” I admitted.

“It’s nice to have someone excited to be with me,” she said, her eyes kind of sad. My stomach turned a little, both for her sadness and because she was thinking about Cole. I didn’t want her thinking about that douchebag when I was the one bringing her out places. Oh well. I guess I looked amazing by comparison.

We walked into a grand hall and were immediately flagged down by Guy and Kitty.

“Look at your dress, Jessie!” Kitty said, her jaw on the floor. “Miss Jessica Rabbit in the building!”

“Doesn’t she look incredible?” I said, taking the opportunity to look my date over from head to toe.

“A-thank you,” Jessie said, pretending to flip her hair over her shoulder when really it was slicked back in a low bun. “You also look fantastic, Kitty.”

“Well, someone made my dress fit like a glove,” Kitty said, tapping Jessie’s arm. “Grab a drink before cocktail hour’s over. I think they’re about to seat everyone for dinner.”

I got Jessie’s drink order and went to the bar, meeting her at the table. We sat through the program, quietly passing around rolls and having our salad course. Whenever we weren’t eating, I held Jessie’s hand in my lap. It was simple, but it felt so nice to have her close, someone who wanted to be there because she liked me . Jessie wasn’t into me for my money, or for hockey. She liked hanging out with me, and I more than liked hanging out with her. She caught me staring at her, but instead of looking over at me with judgment or scorn, she just smiled back at me and patted my leg.

I was so smitten with her. So royally fucked. How did I get that lucky?

I was supposed to be paying attention to the presentation, but I couldn’t focus with Jessie looking so gorgeous sitting next to me.

Last night was really fun

Jessie took her phone out of her tiny purse in response to the buzz. Her cheeks went pink.

Jessie Girl

I’m still thinking about it. Not sure how I’ll wait till we get home

Fuuuuuuck. That had me ten kinds of fired up. I looked around and determined that there wouldn’t be much to miss for the next little bit. I snuck out to the bathroom and texted her again.

Meet me at coat check

I tipped the teenager working at the door two hundred bucks to make himself scarce and keep people out of the closet. He almost started to ask questions, but I pointed to the money. He shut his mouth immediately.

“Knock five times if someone’s coming in, you hear me?”

The kid nodded.

A few minutes later, Jessie appeared at the wooden double doors with a suspicious look on her face. “Seriously?”

“Do you want this?” I countered. Her eyes went lust-filled.

“Please.”

I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into the coat check room, shutting the doors behind us. It was dark except for the hallway light peeking through the crack in the door. I brought us into the far corner of the closet, protected from view by a layer of coats. I stripped off my jacket and took her purse, throwing it over a rack of coats. Before I could pin her to the wall, she pinned me, her mouth hungry as my head fell back. Jessie knew what she wanted and was taking it. I’d never had a woman battle me for dominance before and it was hot as fuck.

Her hand met my crotch, rubbing fiercely against my already hard cock.

“This for me?” she asked.

“Every inch,” I said. I pushed her back against the other wall, lifting her leg over my forearm and sliding my hand over her ass. My fingers crept along the split of her until I found what I wanted: her drenched center through her thong.

“All this for me?” I asked as my finger met her wetness.

“You wish,” she teased. Our old dynamic of hate-you-love-you was in her tone, but she wasn’t fooling me. Her fingers groped at my tie, loosening it and undoing the top buttons to touch my bare skin.

“You know it is,” I rasped as I undid my fly and button and shoved my pants and underwear below my butt, still not releasing her leg. “How long have you been hot for me, Jessie Girl?”

“Since you pushed me against your door. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and show you how bad I wanted it.”

“Why don’t you show me right now?”

Her strength was surprising as she shoved me back against the other wall, sucking on my neck before lowering to her knees and taking my cock in her hand. I couldn’t see her very well, so I felt everything: her hot breath on my dick before the warmth of her tongue, then the cool of the wet she left behind. I struggled to stay quiet, but knew I had to. Her mouth surrounded me, taking me all the way in, a quiet gag leaving her before her tongue flicked my underside. Christ . A hum as she tasted me. I didn’t want to mess up her hair, so I held under her chin, her vocal cords vibrating as she hummed again. Her hands, one on my balls and the other around my base. Her mouth, working absolute sorcery. I wasn’t going to last, and I still had a promise to keep.

I pulled at her arms to get her up. Then, cradling her head, I pressed her back against the other wall. It was a game of ping-pong we were playing between the walls of the corner. I kissed her deeply, my salt still on her tongue. My fingers drifted under her skirt, sliding her thong to the side. She sighed into my mouth as I rubbed over her sensitive nerves, suppressing her scream with my kiss.

She stopped and tugged her skirt higher on her hips, giving me more room. I couldn’t resist just a little taste.

“I could spend my life on my knees for you and it would never be enough,” I breathed. “I was born to taste you.”

I tossed my tie over my shoulder, dropped to my knees, and lapped at her pussy, her smooth skin and tangy taste a welcome sensation. Her leg fell over my shoulder as I went deeper, burying my face and making a huge, delicious mess. She writhed into my face, rolling her hips against my tongue as I drowned in her. My cock was so sensitive I was afraid to touch it, the whole experience so deeply erotic. She pulled up on the back of my head.

“Now,” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me now.”

“I don’t have anything with me,” I whispered back. Why the fuck didn’t I think about condoms?

“I trust you,” she said, bringing my hand to her breast. “I’m protected and we’re both tested. If you want it, I’m in.”

I could just make out her face in the faint light as she lifted her leg back over my arm, nodding to push me on. Did she remember that this was such a big moment for me? Not just sex with her for the first time, but my first time bare with anyone? I didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing it up, but I absolutely, 100% wanted it to be with her.

I used my hand to guide my cock through her wetness, soaking up what we’d made together before notching myself and sliding in. We both breathed out hard as I went in. I dropped my forehead to hers.

“Christ, Jessie,” I whispered, surrounded by her wet heat.

“You’re really big, Mikey,” she whimpered.

“You can take it, baby. Squeeze me tight with that pussy. It’ll help.” Her muscles tightened around me and I groaned. “There you go. Do it again. Better, hon?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Hey, it’s your first time bare.”

“I’m glad it’s with you, baby.” I gave her gentle kisses until I felt her get wetter and relax more. I leaned into her ear. “Now be my good girl and take my cock like I know you’ve been wanting to.”

The dark, throaty laugh she unleashed at my dirty words almost broke me. I could give her my worst and she’d giggle with delight. Who was this woman? I clapped my hand over her mouth, fulfilling the promise I made up against our front door. She moaned into my palm.

“Can you breathe okay?”

She nodded under my hand. Then I started to move, thrusting into her, the sequins and beads on her dress rattling as I filled her. I moved her leg higher on my forearm, spreading her so I could reach her clit with my thumb.

“That alright?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded.

Her eyes were gorgeous in the low light, eyebrows pinched in pleasure. She thrusted along with me, tiny affirmations issuing from her throat. Her walls fluttered around me, her hips bucking wildly with me, and I knew neither of us would be long. She held my shoulders, clawed my chest and back, drew me in closer to her.

“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it? Having your man fuck you senseless,” I gritted into her ear. She wound the leg that wasn’t over my arm around my leg, completely held up by me and the wall.

She whimpered out my name under my hand. A muffled sound like “coming” came out of her as she squirmed up the wall.

“There you go, honey. Come for your daddy.” She released around me, her pussy grabbing me, and my God, there must be nothing better in this world. Her breathing was so heavy that it wet my hand over her mouth. I spread my fingers to give her more room to breathe.

“Can I finish inside you?”

Her stifled “yes” vibrated against my hand. I came into her, hard, feeling like it was draining my entire spine. I must have made a loud noise, because her hand came over my mouth and she let out a little laugh.

Both of her hands held my face as I came down, holding her up but struggling to stay standing.

“Jessalyn,” I sighed into her neck.

“Benjamin,” she said as I released my hand from her mouth.

“How are we supposed to function after that?”

She whisper-laughed. “I’m not sure. Can we get a light on and you can fix my hair and makeup, though?”

I kissed her. “Not yet.”

I pulled out of her, sliding my fingers inside to her moan. “You feel that? That’s us.”

I withdrew my fingers, lifting them to her mouth. “One for you. One for me.”

I put my index finger to her lips, and she opened, sucking our taste off my finger. “Good girl.”

I did the same with my middle finger, tasting what we were like together.

“We taste pretty good,” she said before sharing a kiss with me.

I grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me, too,” she said. Gone was her sad, vanilla relationship. She had me now. We could be as nasty as we wanted together, and I had every intention of making all her dreams come true.

We returned to our table as dinner was served. I’d done a pretty bang-up job on her hair and makeup if I do say so myself. I scooted her chair back in, but as I went to put her napkin back on her lap, I saw the white streak going down her leg. My cum was rolling down this perfect woman’s leg. Without anyone noticing, I gave it a quick wipe before dropping the napkin in her lap. I sat and she widened her eyes at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and I’m sure mine were, too, but I didn’t give a shit.

I’d just fucked the most wonderful woman on the planet in a coat closet.

After dinner, we drank, we danced to the band, and she was good-natured with even Leroy’s wife. Jess was an unstoppable ray of fucking sunshine. She danced along with them to Barbie Girl like she knew everyone and belonged there. Her dimple peeked out at me whenever I put her out for a spin on the dance floor. It made me so gushy inside I could have died. My teammates clapped me on the back to congratulate me on such a catch. Guy and Kitty kept dancing over to us and making a fun group of four. I’d always wanted it: a girl to have fun with me and my friends. I’d never had such a fun date, ever.

I held her hand and let her put her head on my shoulder on the car ride home. We got out of our fancy clothes and passed out tangled up naked together.

It was, perhaps, the best day of my life to date.