This Man Part 13

'Watch your mouth.' he warns.

I focus of taking deep, controlled breaths. 'Don't you need some lubricant or something?' I pant.

'You're soaking, Ava. That's enough. You're not very good under instruction, are you?' He penetrates my opening with his thumb, and I sink my teeth into my lip. 'Relax, woman'

'Oh G.o.d, this is going to hurt, isn't it?'

'Yes, at first. You have to relax. Once I'm in, you'll love it, trust me.'

Oh, b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!

He continues the ma.s.saging of my opening as I drop my head, panting and sweating with nerves. I feel his hand wrap around the nape of my neck and gently ma.s.sage at my tense muscles. As I give myself a mental pep talk, his hand leaves my neck and lands my backside. He gently eases me open until I feel the moist head of his erection nudging at my opening.

Oh, f.u.c.k!

'Easy, lady. Let it happen.' he murmurs, slowly rolling his wetness around my entrance.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Then he advances, the immense pressure on my opening causing me to impulsively jolt forward. His hand comes up to rest over my shoulder, holding me in place, his other continuing to guide himself into me. I'm physically shaking as the pressure builds and builds.

'That's it, Ava. We're nearly there.' His voice is jagged and strained, his palm wet on my shoulder as his fingers flex. And then he surges forward on a strangled growl, breaching my muscles and sliding deep into my forbidden place.

's.h.i.t!' I cry. That f.u.c.king hurts!

'Oh G.o.d, you're so tight!' he chokes. 'Stop fighting, Ava. Relax!'

I pant as I'm thrown into a place between pleasure and agony. The fullness I feel is indescribable, the pain great, but the pleasure...Oh G.o.d, the pleasure is beyond description and completely unantic.i.p.ated. The tightness of my muscles around him has me feeling every pulsing vein and rolling ripple of his erection. My body releases a little of the tension that it's built up, and in its place...pure pleasure attacks me.

'Jesus, that feels good. I'm going to move now, okay?'

I nod, inhale a deep breath and firm up my grip of the worktop. His hand leaves my shoulder and trails down my back to join his other on my hips, but I don't jerk or jolt when he grips me. I'm too busy preparing myself for what's to come.

'Real slow, Ava.' he moans, slowly pulling out of me.

'Jesus, Jesse!' If he tells me to shut up, I'll get real angry.

'I know.' He starts working himself in and out in slow, measured strokes.

I'm falling apart under him. I never imagined this. I never thought this would feel anything but s.m.u.tty and wrong. But it doesn't. He's making love to me, and it feels so good. I'm stunned. The power of him claiming me has the ache in my stomach in knots. One touch of my core will have me on the ceiling.

'You feel amazing, Ava.' he rumbles deep in his throat as he drives forward again. 'I could stay here all f.u.c.king night, but I'm losing it.'

I find myself pushing back on to his level strokes, inviting him to increase his pace. The unexpected pleasure is unreal, and I'm fast on my way to a furious climax. I'm staggered that I'm even doing this. I need more.

'Keep going.' I utter the words I never thought I would.

'Yes, baby. Are you close?'

'Yes!' I cry, ramming back onto him. I hear his gasps as he moves one hand to my shoulder and the other to stroke my inside thigh. 'Harder!' I scream. I need this.

'Oh f.u.c.k, Ava!' he yells, pounding forward, clamping onto my shoulder and cupping my mound, his finger rolling over my pulsating c.l.i.toris.

I throw my head back. 'I'm there!' I cry.

'Wait!' he shouts. I turn lightheaded, feeling his c.o.c.k swell and jerk as he powers on. I'm delirious on pleasure, and just when I think I might collapse, he bellows, 'Now!' And I let go.

The room starts spinning and I'm lost. I collapse forward onto the bar, my arms spread above my head, taking Jesse with me. He's a weight, but I'm numb from pleasure. All I'm aware of is his hard, wet chest pressing me into the granite, his hot heavy breaths in my hair and his pulsating c.o.c.k still buried deep inside me as he spasms above me. My muscles contract on every beat I feel from him, draining every last drop of his seed, as he lazily thrusts the last pieces of my o.r.g.a.s.m out of me.

I'm floating away.

Chapter 11.

'Are you okay?' he whispers in my ear.

'Am I allowed to speak?'

He pushes forward and squeezes my hip bone, sending me on a little jolt across the worktop. 'Don't be smart.'

'I'm well and truly f.u.c.ked.' I sigh.

'Ava, please watch your mouth.' he cautions. He lifts his arms and lays them over mine, softly stroking up and down.

'I am, though.' I've never been so misused, but it was incredible.

'I know, but you don't have to swear. I hate you swearing.'

I frown to myself. 'I have to endure your blue language.'

'My language is only blue, lady, when you make me see red.'

I sigh. 'Okay.'

We lay replete for an age, regaining our breath. I'm pinned under his heavy body, splattered on the granite work surface. The coolness under my cheek is a welcome sensation as I watch my hot breath skim the shiny granite, causing it to fog. I'm adrift from reality and drowning in a rush of sentiment. I'm depleted, physically and emotionally, and I'm in even more trouble now.

'Jesse?'

'Hmmm?'

'How old are you?'

He squeezes my arms. 'Twenty two,'

I roll my eyes to myself. If he's twenty two, then I'm Mother Teresa reincarnated. I smile to myself. After what I have just partaken in, it's not b.l.o.o.d.y likely. I feel him pull away from me a fraction, a hollow, empty feeling attacking me when he slips out. He leans down, kisses my back and slowly separates us, his skin peeling away from mine gradually. I'm cold.

'Come here.' he whispers, grasping my waist. I notice that it's not my hips.

I brace my flat palm on the granite and lift myself with his slow persuasion. Christ, it's like taking a plaster off. When I've finally separated my body from the breakfast bar, I turn and face him. My eyes widen when I see he's hard again. Already? I'm knackered!

He lifts me onto the counter and muscles between my thighs, picking my arms up and draping them over his shoulders before resting his hands on my waist.

He searches my eyes. 'Are you okay?'

I smile at his handsome face. Isn't it a bit late to be asking that? 'Yes.'

'Good.' He leans in and wraps his arms around me tightly, inhaling in my neck. 'I'm not finished with you yet.'

I curl my legs around his tight waist, squeezing with my thighs. 'I noticed.' He's unendurable. It's a good job this is casual s.e.x because I couldn't deal with this on a full time basis. I'd be walking dead a if walking at all.

'You have this affect on me.' he tells me on a shrug.

It can't be just me, but I'll take the compliment. I bury my face in the side of his neck and nuzzle. He smells so good.

'Are you hungry?' he asks, pulling back and running his knuckles down my cheek.

I'm not really, even though I've not had time to eat all day. I bypa.s.sed the canapes in favour of champagne, not wanting to get caught with a mouth full of food in case someone decided that they wanted a chat at Lusso.

'-ish,' I shrug.

'-ish,' he mouths, the corner of his lips twitching. His eyes twinkle, and I grin. 'You have a cheeky grin, I love it.' He kisses the corner of my mouth.

's.h.i.t!' As soon as the word falls from my mouth, I wince.

He leans back, eyes wide. 'Mouth!' he grinds, his lips forming a straight line. 'What's the matter?'

'I told Kate I'd be home.' I blurt. She hasn't called, or if she has I've not heard my phone. 'I better call her. She needs my car to visit her Gran in Yorkshire.'

s.h.i.t! f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k! I can swear as much as I like in my head. d.a.m.n it. My car's at Lusso and I've had too much champagne to collect it now. Maybe Kate can get it in the morning with the spare keys? No, she can't. The spare keys are at my old flat with Matt. Oh, for G.o.d's sake! I must get round there to collect my stuff. I'll have to get a taxi back to Kate's to give her my keys. She can get the car from Lusso in the morning.

I wriggle to free myself, and he begrudgingly lets go on a frown. Retrieving my bag from by the front door, I rummage through, finding my phone to text Kate and explain the plan, adding a P.S on the end to inform her that there's no girlfriend. I pull my jeans out of my overnight bag. 'I've got to go.'

'Go?' he booms.

I flinch. 'I've got one set of car keys and Kate needs them.' I explain. I shake my jeans out. I won't bother with underwear, I'm only flying home. I thrust one leg into my jeans and hop around to position myself for the next leg.

He's moving so fast, I don't have time to catch the look on his face.

'Oh!' I yelp as he propels me into the air and over his shoulder. 'What are you doing?' I'm staring straight at his firm, tanned a.r.s.e as he turns, without a word, and starts stalking across the apartment. 's.h.i.t! Jesse, put me down!' He yanks my jeans off of the one leg I managed to get them on, throws them aside and slaps my a.r.s.e. 'Ouch!'

'Mouth!'

I hear the door hit plaster, after being kicked open, and we're in a bedroom. I notice it's all black and white in here too. What the h.e.l.l is he doing? Hasn't he had enough of me? Have I had enough of him? You would think so.

I'm hauled off of his shoulder, with minimal effort, and flying through the air before landing in a sea of luxurious, white cotton. The first thing I notice is that it smells divine. It smells like him a all fresh water and yummy.

I don't have time to get over my disorientation. He's between my thighs in a nanosecond, his erection nudging at my opening, his hands pinning my wrists on either side of my head. His arms are ram-rod straight, supporting his upper body. Jesus, the man can move fast. I'm still not quite sure where I am and how I got here. I do, however, recognise that coiling antic.i.p.ation lingering deep inside me. Clearly, I've not had enough of him.

The slippery head of his arousal tickles my entrance, having my heart sprinting in my chest, while I focus on his eyes above mine, gazing down at me with a mixture of anger and shock. He's mad?

'You're not f.u.c.king going anywhere.' he growls, shifting his hips and plunging full length into me, stretching me to the most incredible level.

We both yell in unison at the penetration. He's so deep, and I'm instantly griping onto every inch of him inside me. He holds still for a few seconds, his head hanging and his mouth lax. All thoughts of car collecting have made way for the antic.i.p.ation of what's to come. I really can't get enough of him.

Once he's gathered himself together, he lifts his gaze to mine and slowly withdraws before ramming straight back in on a loud yell.

I throw my head back on a scream.

'Look at me!' His voice is a carnal growl, not to be ignored.

I return my eyes to his as he holds himself deep inside me. I'm panting like a dehydrated dog.

'That's better. Now, do you need a reminder?' he asks.

A reminder? If he means a reminder of how good he feels inside me, then the answer is yes! I roll my hips to try and get some contact. I'm raging and burning like a wanton hussy.

He stares down at me expectantly. 'Answer the question, Ava.'

'Please.' I breathe. I can't believe I'm begging for him. Well, I can, actually. He can do what he likes to me, demand anything.

He smiles a knowing, c.o.c.ky smile, then he lets rip, powering forward. 'Your mine, Ava.' he grunts. I shut my eyes on a yell of pleasure. 'Open your f.u.c.king eyes!'

Oh, I don't have the energy. I drag them open as he pounds in and out at an inexcusably hard and forceful pace. It's amazing. Our sweat ridden bodies are colliding and my breath hitching as I try to control the build-up of pressure that's gathering in my groin. Even amid the disorder of our frantic body movements, his eyes never stray from mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips slightly, sending him deeper and my bordering detonation closer. The coils of pleasure are tightening to breaking point with his persistent charging forward. I don't know what to do with myself.

'Jesus, Ava. You okay?' He forces the words from his mouth between gruff shouts. My wrists are freed from his heavy grip, and I feel the thud of his fists punching into the mattress.

'Don't stop!' I scream, flinging my hands up to grab his slippery biceps. I dig my nails in to try and find some grip, prompting him to yell some more and pound harder. I throw my head back in despair. The power and control he has is beyond comprehension.

'd.a.m.n it, Ava. Look at me!'

My head falls back down and our eyes meet. His pupils are huge and glazed, nearly cancelling out the greenness of his stare. I notice his frown deepen and sweat dripping down his temples. Shifting my hands to the back of his head, I fist my hands in his saturated hair, pulling his head down so our lips collide and our tongues clash, while he continues his punishing blows.

I can't hold back any more. 'Jesse, I'm going.' I pant against his lips. The tips of my fingers are numb from my stupidly fierce grasp of him.

'f.u.c.k! Together, okay?' he grates through his clenched teeth, driving harder a few more body blowing, mind numbing times, before yelling, 'Now!'

I let it go a all of the pent up heaviness in my groin, the weight in my lungs and the fire in my belly. It all comes out on a ma.s.sive rush of pressure and a very loud scream.

'Jesus Christ!' he cries, thrusting one last, powerful time before stilling over me.

I feel his scorching release shoot deep inside me, and I sag all around him, closing my eyes in exhaustion. He collapses to his forearms, breathless and soaking wet, as he withdraws fractionally, pushing deep and high a few more times in long, measured strokes. My muscles contract around him, milking every last bit of his release. I can't think straight. This man has given me four, incomprehensibly, powerful o.r.g.a.s.ms in less than four hours. That's one an hour! I'm never going to be able to walk tomorrow.

I lay there sated and limp, panting and aching from the exertion. My eyes are growing heavy. I feel his forehead rest against mine, and I open my eyes to see that his are clenched shut. I wriggle under him to get his attention, feeling his semi erection twitch inside me. He drags is eyes open, lifting his head so he can focus on me. He searches my face, settling on my mouth, and leans down to plant the gentlest kiss on my abused lips. I sigh as he drops his torso down to lay flush on my body, his hard chest heavy, but so wanted. I welcome the burden and reach around to faintly trace my fingers over his back as I rest my chin on his shoulder and stare up at the ceiling. He shivers lightly and buries his face in my neck, resting his lips against my pulsing vein.