week since I crashed his party and it had been the best week of my life.
“Yeah, you do. I hadn’t been inside you yet. We were on the couch and you were desperate to be fucked, but you were shy and nervous and I was trying to do the right thing.” He nipped my ear and I shivered. “Before my good girl let me see just how bad she wanted to be.”
He gripped the sides of my skirt and slid it higher.
“What are you doing?”
“Having lunch.”
I laughed breathlessly.
“The door’s locked, we’re all alone.” He gripped my hips and steered me toward one of the tables.
How could he turn me on so fast? How was it possible? But he did, every time.
His hand went to the back of my neck and he pushed me forward so my front was to the table, then yanked up my skirt the rest of the way.
He made a rough sound, his hand gliding over the fabric covering my ass. “I like these ones. Blue looks pretty against your skin.” Then he tore my underwear down my legs, all the way, and unhooked them from my feet. I turned to watch him and he shoved them in his pocket.
“You’re gonna stay bare all day, Bambi, and when I come to you after work, you’ll be ready for my cock again. You’ll be ready for me, won’t you?”
I shivered. “Yes.”
His hand came down hard on my butt, spanking me twice in quick succession.
I cried out. More in surprise than pain. Oh God, it stung, but in a really good way. Heat spread over my skin, then arrowed right between my legs.
“That’s for teasing me with these sexy fuck-me skirts for so long.”
He dragged me off the table, spinning me suddenly, and positioned me on the surface before dropping to his knees. A startled laugh escaped but died quickly when he threw my legs over his shoulders and buried his face against my slick flesh.
Propping myself up on my hands, I watched as he used his mouth on me. His big hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me tight, a look of sheer pleasure on his beautiful face.
He wasn’t messing around, he licked up from my opening and zeroed in on my clit. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue until I was writhing and close to coming in minutes.
But just before I could go over the edge, he stood.
My hand dropped down between us, going for my clit all on its own in my desperate need to finish. Jesse growled and grabbed my hand.
“When you come, it’s gonna be around my cock. Nothing beats your tight-as-fuck pussy clamping down on me.”
“Goddammit, Jesse,” I moaned.
He chuckled darkly and pulled a condom free, rolling it on. Then he grabbed both my hands, tugging them up over my head, and pushed me down on the table. “Keep your hands up,” he rasped.
The wicked glint in his eyes, dirty and hungry, made my inner muscles quiver. He shoved up my top, then yanked down my bra cups so I was exposed. He hissed and dipped his head, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, squeezing the other breast roughly before he looked up at me.
“I’d really like to worship these gorgeous tits, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna watch them bounce while I fuck you instead.”
His voice was almost harsh and sent tingles over my skin. I liked the thought of people just outside, walking past the library, not knowing that inside I was about to be fucked on a table. That there could be people waiting outside for me to get back from lunch so they could check out books.
You’re so wet, Lila. Only whores get wet like that. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Jarod’s voice, his hateful words, echoed through my head. My warped emotionally abused subconscious was trying to shame me with the memory, trying to ruin my happiness. Trying to make me feel guilty for loving the pleasure Jesse was giving me.
But then I looked up at him and my heart clenched.
I quickly shoved all the bad away, locking it down. I had no reason to feel guilty. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and the desire I felt was nothing to be ashamed of.
No, I felt amazing. Beautiful. Happy. So desperate for the man kissing his way up my body, I could scarcely breathe. “I need you inside me, Jesse.”
I needed it badly. I needed him to wash all the hurt away