Nothing Feels Better (Better Love 3)

My eyes fly to his and I see the madness there. The carnal need. He is hanging on by a thread.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Classic,” he growls. “You just have to tell me.”

I swallow. Lick my lips. Bring my hands to my nipples and massage in an effort to relieve the ache. He groans and his grip tightens on his erection.

“Classic,” he warns. “Mouth or pussy. Where do you want me?”

“Put on the condom,” I tell him. He smirks, rips the condom wrapper open, and glides the latex down over his shaft with quick, practiced precision.

“Lie back,” he commands, but I don’t budge. Emboldened, I shake my head slowly, thinking back to the things highlighted in the book he loaned me. His grin is feral. “Use your voice.”

“I want to be...” I whisper and close my eyes, once again feeling insecure. “Can I be...”

“You want to ride me, Joss?” he asks, reading my mind.

“Yeah,” I say without opening my eyes.

Jesse’s hand wraps around my throat once more.

“Look at me.” He growls, and my eyes snap open. “Never be embarrassed to tell me what you want.” He moves his thumb to my bottom lip and pulls it down. “There is nothing sexier than hearing you say how you want me.”

I blink and nod, then grab his shoulders and push him down onto the bed. Watching him lie back on the mattress makes every part of my body ache. He teases me, sliding his hand roughly down his abs then gripping the base of his erection.

“There’s no wrong way to fuck me,” he says with a smirk. “Climb up here, slide down on my cock, and use me until you’re coming all over it.”

I bite my lip and climb on top of him, then rise up on my knees as he positions himself at my entrance. Briefly, I reconsider. I’ve never done this before. I haven’t had sex in two years. He’s...huge. I might be in over my head.

“Go as slow or as fast as you want,” he says softly, pulling me from my thoughts. I drag my eyes from the place where our bodies are almost joined to his face. “If it feels good for you, it feels good for me. And if you want to switch it up, just let me know, and I’ll flip you under me and fuck you senseless, missionary-style.”

I laugh. His smile is so playful that I can’t help it, and my worries are forgotten. His gaze turns heated once more and he rubs the head of his erection over my clit.

“Either way,” he says, then slides himself through my slick folds, “we’re both coming tonight.”

I bite my lip and bring my attention back down, so I can watch as he swipes his erection up and down through my swollen, sensitive skin. When he moves himself back to my entrance, I lower myself slowly.

We both moan at the contact, and he whispers a curse when I’m fully seated. He slides his hands to my thighs, his grip almost punishing. I breathe through the sensations, adjusting.

“Jesus,” I pant out, and wiggle my hips back and forth. “Jesus,” I cry again when my clit grinds on his pelvis. This is unlike anything. Deeper. Fuller. More.

“Does that feel good, Joss?” Jesse asks, his voice strained, then he grips my hips and pushes up into me. “Fuck, the way you’re squeezing my cock is torture, Classic.”

He presses his thumbs into my lower belly as I move, and I release a deep moan.

“That’s it,” he says when I speed up. “Use me, baby. Use me to make yourself feel good.”

I plant my hands on his chest then move my hips up and down.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” His eyes bounce from where I’m moving on top of him to my heavy, aching breasts. “You’re fucking beautiful.” One hand still gripping my waist, he brings the other to my chest and massages, then tweaks my nipple.

“Yes,” I say, and he does it again. “Suck it,” I tell him, and I feel his growl deep inside my body, shuddering from every point of contact.

He leans up on his elbows and takes my nipple in his mouth, and I release a harsh breath. I move faster on him, alternating between up and down and back and forth, until I find a rhythm that does exactly what I want it to. I chase that feeling, with Jesse’s hot mouth attending to my breasts and his thick length stretching me and hitting places previously untouched.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, and he hums around my nipple. I clench from the sensations. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”

My voice is a rasped, muffled cry. When he bites down on my nipple, I explode, every muscle in my body contracting in response. My toes curl and my back bows, and my fingernails dig so deeply into Jesse’s pecs that I break skin.

“Shit yes,” he groans and jackhammers into me. He moves one hand to my throat and grips my waist with the other, then fucks me hard from below. He grunts as he thrusts and tightens his grip on my throat. His movements grow frantic until he loses all rhythm, and he groans out a prolonged fuuuck as he follows me over the edge.

I drop down on top of him, and our hot, sweat-slicked bodies move together as our chests heave to catch our breath. Jesse brushes my hair out of my face and over my shoulder, slides his open palm down my back, then smacks my ass cheek with a loud whack. I yelp, then fall into a fit of breathless giggles when he tries to massage away the hurt.

“How do you feel?” he asks me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I think it through. How do I feel? Exhausted. Sated. Deliciously sore and still tingling in some places. My thigh muscles will be worthless tomorrow. With my head lying on Jesse’s chest, I can hear his heart thrumming rapidly, and his breaths still haven’t evened out. I did that to him.

“Powerful,” I say after a moment, and his chest vibrates with a long hum.

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.”

* * *