Beneath This Man (66 page)

I moan as he replaces one finger with two. ‘Ohhhhhh!’

‘Do we, Ava?’

‘No.’ I breathe.   

He clamps down on my nipple and scrapes his teeth over the end, sending shots of pleasure straight down to my core. ‘I love how receptive you are to my touch. It gives me the power.’ Two fingers turn into three, and with his back in such a mess, I resort to grasping the sheets. ‘Does that feel good?’ He works his fingers in and out of me, circling and thrusting as he watches me undulate under him.

‘So good.’ My voice is shaky. I really need this.

‘Open your eyes, Ava. Let me see them when you come for me.’

I peel my eyes open and locate his gaze as he continues to work me up into a despairing mess. ‘Kiss me.’ I order, my hips meeting his hand thrusts. I’m going to fall apart and I need his mouth on me,

‘Who has the power, Ava?’ he asks under half hooded eyes. ‘Tell me who has the power.’

‘You do.’

‘Good girl.’ He lifts up and smashes his lips to mine, circling his thumb on my tight knot of nerves, prompting my hands to fly to his hair and grab on for dear life as he kisses me hard, working me to climax. His tongue rolls around my mouth, firm but slow, harsh but worshipfully.

He’s making me remember.

His firm chest pressed into my side, his wonderful mouth all over mine and his long, talented fingers working me, has my body solidifying, my mind going blank and my soul reinstated. I’m complete again. A long rippling wave whips through me, and I gasp into his mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably as I hit my climax.

‘Only for me.’ He growls the words I know he absolutely means, his carnal possession of my body making me weak with lust. ‘Only ever for me, do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ I sigh and go lax beneath him, the roaring blood starting to clear from my ears.

‘Up you get.’ He links my arms around his neck. ‘Get those fabulous legs around my waist.’

I conform and wrap myself around him, letting him lift me from the bed. He strides towards the bedroom door. ‘Where are we going?’ I ask, hope blossoming at the potential of a Jesse style row.

‘My office.’

Oh? ‘Wait!’ I shout abruptly.

He halts instantly. ‘What’s the matter?’

‘Take me to the wardrobe.’

‘Why?’

‘Because we need a condom.’

‘What?’ He’s shocked.

‘We need a condom.’ I repeat, even though I know damn well he heard me right.

‘I don’t have any.’ he spits the words out.

Oh, he’s so guilty. ‘You do. In the wardrobe.’ I should be flying off the handle at him; his tense body suggests he is fully expecting it. He knows that I know.

‘Ava, I don’t do condoms with you.’

‘Then we don’t have sex.’ I shrug against him. He is so digging himself a hole.

‘Excuse me?’ He pulls back and hits me with a disgusted look.

I’m fighting to maintain a straight face when I should be furious at the potential of him hiding my pills, but I can’t be. He’s a fucking enigma, I don’t think I’ll ever work him out. ‘You heard.’ I say casually.

His disgusted look transforms into a mighty scowl. ‘For fuck sake.’ He makes for the wardrobe with me in his tight clinch, releasing one arm from me and immediately locating the condoms he claimed he didn’t have while grumbling the whole time. He really does want me pregnant. I’ll be fighting him hard on that matter, although it may already be too late. What will I do? I can’t even think about it. All I can do is quietly hope.

‘You know, my mark is fading too.’ I say, looking down at his pec as he takes us from the bedroom.

His scowl disappears and he smirks at me ‘It is?’

‘It needs freshening up.’ I raise my eyebrows and watch in lustful delight as his eyes darken further.

‘My girl is possessive. Knock yourself out, baby.’

I grin and sink my teeth into his pec, a small moan escaping his lips as I’m carted downstairs and straight into his office.

‘I want to take you right here so whenever I have to work, I will see you spread naked on my desk.’ He lowers me onto his big wooden desk and chucks the box of condoms down before sinking himself into his leather office chair. It’s all tidy in here too. Cathy must be wondering what’s gone on.

He’s completely naked and hard as steel, and my eyes are thrilled as I drag my stare down the full length of him. His fingers hook into the top of my knickers and I brace myself on the edge of the desk to lift my bum so he can draw them down my legs. He opens the top drawer of his desk and drops them in before shutting it again and returning his eyes to mine.

‘You’ve just come all over them.’ He rests his palms on my thighs. ‘I want to be able to smell you too. Spread your legs.’

Oh good Lord!

I pull my thighs apart as far as I can, completely exposing myself to him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, a million times, but like this, I feel completely laid bare. The chair rolls forward and he reaches behind me, gently unclasping my bra strap and pulling it down my arms. My breathing has quickened, I’m ready to go again, but I can tell from his mood and approach that this will be on his terms. He has the power and sat in that chair, entirely naked, his abdominals tight, his mammoth erection resting on his lower stomach, he looks mighty powerful too.

‘Lean back on your hands.’ He puts my matching bra in the drawer with my knickers and sits back in his chair.

I lean back, pushing my chest forward. I’m nervous, and I don’t know why. He has taken me in all ways, shapes and forms, in every Jesse temperament I know, but today I’m a little uneasy. He runs his eyes from mine, slowly and leisurely down my body until he comes to rest on my sex. His eyes stay there and he sinks further into his chair, the reclining mechanism giving under his weight.  He’s making himself really comfortable.

Me? Not so much.

I’m sat here as naked as he is and my heart is beating out of my chest as I watch him stare at my cleft. He is utterly rapt.

‘Why are you nervous?’ he asks without lifting his eyes from between my thighs. His deep rolling voice does nothing to settle me.

‘I’m not.’ It’s a feeble reply. I am. I feel wide-open and scrutinised which is ridiculous. There is not a part of me that hasn’t had him on it, in it or over it. He owns me.

He lifts his eyes to mine and the hardness softens immediately. ‘I love you.’

My entire being relaxes with those three words. ‘I love you too.’

‘Don’t ever doubt it.’

‘I won’t. Have you finished with your observations?’ I raise a sardonic eyebrow.

‘No.’ He reaches forward and re-spreads my thighs. I hadn’t realised I had partly closed them. ‘I’m evaluating my assets.’ He sits back and resumes his viewing of my most private place.

‘I’m an asset?’

‘No, you’re
my
asset.’ He keeps his eyes right where they are, and I decide that I may as well drink in my own asset. His flawlessness still makes me salivate. ‘Would you like to hear my verdict?’ he asks.

‘I would.’

Up come his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts. ‘I’m a very rich man.’ He rolls his chair forward and picks up my legs by my ankles, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders. If I was laid bare before, then I have no idea what I would be now. ‘Don’t hold back on me.’ He chides me on a slight frown. He rests his palms over the tops of my feet and turns his lips onto my anklebone, the hot connection catapulting a pulse up my leg to settle deep in my core.

I small groan seeps from my mouth.

‘Push your hair over your shoulders.’ he commands quietly. I prop myself on one hand and gather my hair from my front, releasing it down my back. ‘Better. Now I can see
all
of my assets.’ He nips at my ankle.

I spasm.

‘Seeing you turned on, and knowing it’s me who makes you like this, is the most gratifying feeling.’ He reaches his hand out and runs his middle finger up my centre, finishing with a light pressure at the top of my clit.

My lips part and tiny, shallow breaths slip from my mouth repeatedly. I shift with the overwhelming need to clamp my legs shut.

‘Keep them open, Ava. I want to see your flesh pulsating under my touch when you come for me.’ His throaty tone spikes my want of explosion under his intense touch and equally intense eyes.

He trades one finger for two and scissors my clit slowly. My head drops back. ‘Ohhhhhhh.’ I moan. I know I’m committing a massive transgression.

‘Eyes, baby. Keep your eyes on me.’

‘I’m close.’ I whimper.

‘I know, but I’ll stop unless you get your eyes back on me. Listen to me, Ava. Show me those beautiful eyes.’

I pull my heavy head back up with a massive effort as I tremble under his touch. Our eyes lock and he increases his strokes. His lust filled greens, parted lips and relaxed body escalates my pleasure. He is still, but he is totally affected. The only movements coming from him are his fingers at my core gliding up and down, his pulsing cock and the sharp rise of his chest. And then he turns his lips onto my ankle and grazes his teeth across the surface.

I’m a goner.

I bite back a scream and push into Jesse’s shoulders with my feet as I’m assaulted from every angle by a surge of pressure that explodes and turns my body into a non-responsive mass of twitching nerves.

‘There it is,’ he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft. ‘Ava, you’re throbbing. It’s fucking perfect.’

My breasts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my climax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else. How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.

‘Come here.’ He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair. ‘Lift.’ He speaks quietly.

‘Condom.’ I’m panting.

‘Ava, don’t ask me to wear a condom.’ He’s almost begging.

‘Jesse, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?’ I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not. He must know that I could be – he’s robbed my pills and knows that I’ve not replaced them. This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child into our relationship? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour – except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.

He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Jesse buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little. He knows I’ve got him.

I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the condom before I reach forward and gently grasp his cock, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft. We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.  

I raise myself, pushing forward so my breasts are within licking distance of his mouth.  He takes full advantage, flashing me a knowing smile and swirling his hot tongue around each nipple before clamping his teeth on the ends in turn. I’ve had two roaring orgasms and with his teeth latched onto my nipple, there will be a third on the way soon. How does he do this to me?

I feel his hand under my backside and he positions himself under me, the strange sensation of latex skimming my thigh. ‘Lower gently.’ His short, sharp instruction is delivered in a voice that, no mistaking, holds all the power.

I do as I’m told and release my thigh muscles, sinking slowly down onto him. His steel rod of flesh finds my passage and slips past as he draws in a long, controlled breath. His head sinks back into the chair and mine drops onto his forehead, my eyes closed. I’m completely impaled by him. It doesn’t feel the same, but it’s still him inside me.

‘Hold still,’ His minty breath invades my nose as he speaks into my face and wraps his big palms around my waist.

I wait. I can feel him pulsing inside me and it takes every bit of strength I have not to contract around him. He needs a moment.

‘You feel so perfect around me. How long do you think you could stand this without responding?’ He pecks my lips and trails his tongue across my bottom lip. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long at all. I push my mouth to his, but he tuts and turns his face from me. ‘Not long then.’

I pull my head back and he returns his forward again. ‘You’re denying me.’ I say softly. It staggers me sometimes when he does this, given how terribly he reacts to being held back from me.

‘It’s a challenge.’

‘You’re a challenge,’ I breathe and drop my face back down to try and claim him, but he turns his face again. I try to instigate some movement by rolling my hips, but he clamps his hands around my waist. It doesn’t take much of his strength to hold me still. I pull back and he returns his face to the centre.

‘You need me.’ His voice is raspy, sexy as hell and doing me no favours as I work hard to control my breathing, his cock still jerking wildly inside me.

‘I need you.’ I know that these words mean more to him than I love you. His satisfied expression only confirms it. I lean forward to capture his lips, but he turns his face again. ‘How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?’ I ask.

‘Deadly.’ he states on a growl, returning his eyes to mine. He loosens his grip of my waist, and I take advantage of his lack of hold, bearing down on a moan. His eyes clench and re-open.

‘Me too.’ I say firmly, following it up with a grind against his hips.

His cheeks puff out and his hands shift to my hipbones, halting me in my tempting tactics. ‘Who has the power, Ava?’

‘You.’

His eyes twinkle. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’