This Man (17 page)

‘Fuck, Ava, you turn me inside out.’ he groans, his hand tightening around my neck, holding me in place, his other leaving my hip and reaching around to cup my breast.

‘I can’t do this slow.’ he pants as he moulds me. He withdraws slowly and advances, hard and fast, in one swift lash, jolting me forward.

‘Jesse!’ I cry. There is not a chance in Hell I’m going to be quiet if he continues with that. My God, this man is powerful.

He withdraws slowly. ‘Quiet, Ava.’ he grates and strikes again, knocking my breath right out of my lungs.

I adjust my grip, but it’s hard when my hands are sweaty, causing them to slide on the granite. I rid myself of the flex in my arms to prevent him shoving me forward again, just about managing to stabilise myself in time for his assault. He hammers back into me tirelessly, leaving no recovering space between hard, relentless pounds. He’s unforgiving.

Shifting his hands from my neck and breast, he takes a firm hold of my hips and pulls me back to meet his every hard thrust, slamming into me to the absolute maximum. I’ve lost all sense of realism.

Nothing else exists, except for Jesse, his brutal drive and my body’s craving for it.

This is mind bending stuff.

My stomach coils as I feel my impending orgasm battle its way forward, assisted rapidly by Jesse’s ruthless momentum.

‘Not yet, Ava.’ he warns.

How does he know? I can’t sustain this for much longer. I’m going to explode at any moment. I can hear our sweaty bodies colliding on loud blows, along with Jesse’s throaty grunts rolling over me. I concentrate on quenching the raw need to let it go, the pleasure verging to the point of pain. But with my thoughts in a million places, except my brain, I’m a slave to my body’s need.

And then he pulls out, and I’m left hanging. What’s he doing? I whimper as my impending release retreats. I’m about to yell at him, but then I feel his finger slide down the centre of my backside. I tense from top to bottom.

Oh no!

‘You can do this, Ava.’ He slides his fingers down between my thighs and into me, collecting the wetness and slowly dragging it back up to my bum. ‘Relax, we’ll take it slow.’

Relax? I can’t relax! He circles my opening slowly, every muscle in my backside clenching, automatically rejecting the invasion.

‘Ava, relax.’ He stresses the words.

‘I’m fucking trying.’ I grate. ‘Give me time, damn it!’ He can fuck right off if he thinks I’m keeping quiet now! I hear him laugh softly as he takes his fingers back down to my clit, rolling them around, causing spikes of pleasure to bolt through me.

‘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 God, 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, bloody hell!

He continues the massaging 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 massage 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, fuck!

‘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.

‘Shit!’ I cry. That fucking hurts!

‘Oh God, 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 God, the pleasure is beyond description and completely unanticipated.

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 smutty 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 fucking 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 fuck, Ava!’ he yells, pounding forward, clamping onto my shoulder and cupping my mound, his finger rolling over my pulsating clitoris.

I throw my head back. ‘I’m there!’ I cry.

‘Wait!’ he shouts. I turn lightheaded, feeling his cock 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 cock 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 orgasm 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 fucked.’ 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 bloody 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 sex because I couldn’t deal with this on a full time basis. I’d be walking dead – 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 bypassed the canapés 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.

‘Shit!’ 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.’

Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I can swear as much as I like in my head. Damn 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 God’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 arse as he turns, without a word, and starts stalking across the apartment.

‘Shit! 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 arse. ‘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 hell 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 – 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 anticipation 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 fucking 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 anticipation 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, cocky smile, then he lets rip, powering forward. ‘Your mine, Ava.’ he grunts. I shut my eyes on a yell of pleasure. ‘Open your fucking 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.

‘Damn 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.

‘Fuck! 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 – 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 massive 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 orgasms 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.

I’ve never felt so content in all of my life. I know it’s only sex and the after effects, but this is the finest feeling in the world. It has to be. This man’s fierceness is addictive, his tenderness sweet and his body beyond perfection. He’s the perfect mix of maleness. I’m in some serious deep, deep shit.

I lay, still tracing my finger across his back, my lids so heavy. His weight is a burden and my finger tips are numb from the friction of stroking him. His breathing is steady and even against my neck. He’s asleep, and I’m trapped under his solid body. I stop caressing his back and he shifts his hips, slowly pulling out of me, leaving a massive empty void. The feeling is unwelcome, and leaves me wishing I had of sustained his weight for longer –

maybe forever.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares down at me. Picking up a loose piece of my hair, he studies the shiny, mahogany lock, watching as he twirls it around his index finger and thumb.

‘You sent me to sleep.’ His voice is rough.

‘I did.’

‘You’re too beautiful.’ he whispers, returning his gaze to mine.

I stare into his sleepy eyes and reach up to run my thumb across his frown line, fanning my fingers in his hair. ‘So are you.’

I say softly. He really is very beautiful.

He offers a half smile, lowers his head and nuzzles between my breasts. ‘Consider yourself reminded, lady.’

Ha! I knew it. It was a reminder fuck after the sense fuck failed. Well, it didn’t fail. Although, I would be more inclined to say that he fucked me sense
less.

Slowly peeling himself away from my body, he rests back on his heels. The cold rush of air that instantly invades me has me wanting to yank him back down. Yep, I’ve been reminded all right. He offers me both of his hands and I take them, letting him pull me up to straddle his thighs. Wrapping one arm around my back, he cradles me to him as he turns, maneuvering his body so he’s sitting up with his back resting against the headboard, me facing him. He rests his hands on my waist and circles his thumbs on my hips bones. It triggers a shudder to race through me. I throw my hands over his to still his movements.

He smirks at me. ‘Spend the day with me tomorrow.’

Pardon? I thought this was just sex?

Maybe he wants to spend all day in bed with me. Christ, after tonight, I need a week to recover - maybe longer. I am, quite literally, fucked.

‘I have things planned.’ I say warily. I’m being sensible here. I need to keep it casual, or maybe not see him again at all.

He’s the epitome of bad boy, if slightly older. He’s hazardous, enigmatic and completely addictive. I know all of this, but I fear I might be hooked.

‘What things?’ he asks on a slight pout.

I don’t actually have
things
planned. I have one thing planned – to sort my room out. It’s a shocker, but I’m restricted on space and overrun with personal effects. I should

probably

start

looking

for

alternative arrangements, but I’m having such fun with Kate.

‘I need to sort my stuff out.’ I clamp my hands down when I feel him try to move his thumbs again.

‘What stuff?’ He looks confused.

‘Kate’s

place

is

temporary

accommodation. I’ve been there for four weeks, everything is everywhere. I need to sort it out for when I get my own place.’

‘Where were you four weeks ago?’

‘With Matt.’

He recoils. ‘Who the fuck is Matt?’

‘Calm down. He’s my ex-boyfriend.’

‘Ex?’

‘Yes, Ex.’ I confirm, seeing a wave of relief travel across his face. What’s the matter with him? ‘Jesse, I need to get my car.’ I press. I can’t leave Kate to drive Margo all the way to Yorkshire. She rattles and shakes all over the place; Kate will have piles by the time she gets there.

She has to secure her cakes in boxes with polystyrene and straps, and reduce her speed to five miles an hour over speed humps.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll take you to get it in the morning.’

Oh, so I’m staying then? ‘She’s leaving at eight-ish.’ He might not be so keen if I’m dragging him out of bed at the crack of dawn on a Saturday.

‘-ish.’ he mouths on a smirk. I mirror his smirk, gripping his hands and moving them up to my waist before I reach up to my head, feeling for the grips keeping my hair in place. They’re giving me a headache. I start pulling at them, and he looks up at me with narrowed eyes.

I pause. ‘What?’

‘You refuse to spend the day with me, and then thrust those fabulous boobs in my face. That’s not playing fair, Ava.’ He reaches up and flicks a nipple, causing it to immediately pucker into a tight bud.

I yelp, grabbing my breast. ‘Hey! I need to take my grips out. They’re digging into my head.’ I remove a grip and pop it in my mouth.

He watches me with interest, then leans up, takes the grip with his teeth and spits it out on the bed. His face plummets, nestling between my boobs. I smile to myself and smooth my hands through his damp hair, ignoring the voice in my head telling me not to get too contented. He breathes in deeply before pulling back and planting a soft kiss on each nipple. I’m turned around in his lap.

‘Let me.’ He raises his knees so I’m cradled between them, my forearms resting on his knee caps.

He begins running his fingers through my hair to locate the grips, pulling them out and handing them over my shoulder for me to take.

‘How many have you got in here?’ he asks as he massages my scalp and finds another stray grip.