Bad Influence (Bad Love 3)

“Jesse, we shouldn’t—”

“She’s way too uptight,” Sierra continues, and her minions laugh on cue. Jesse slides a finger inside me, causing me to gasp again.

“Uptight? Nah. Tight? Very.”

A moan slips free from the back of my throat and my eyes pop open, hoping to hell no one heard.

“Shut up,” Sierra hisses sharply. “Did you hear that?”

“Hurry up and make the drinks. He said his sister and her boyfriend are upstairs.”

I let out the breath I was holding when I hear them clanking around in the fridge. Jesse spins me around, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud. His wet hair hangs down on his forehead and his black swim shorts are damp, but his plain white tee is dry. I catch myself pouting at the knowledge that he was in the hot tub with those girls, even if nothing happened, but then he’s lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, before prowling toward the hall bathroom. He kicks the door shut, not bothering to be quiet, and then his mouth is on mine.

My hands fly into his wet hair, too wound up to maintain any semblance of playing it cool. Jesse flips us around so that my back is pressed up against the door. Using it for leverage along with his hips, he slides both hands up my sides until he’s cupping me through my shirt, flicking my nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

“Jesse,” I breathe, trying not to push my chest into his hands, unable to put my thoughts into words, so I settle with, “Please.” Please don’t stop. Please don’t walk away. Please make me feel good.

“I’m not fucking leaving this time, Allie,” Jesse rasps, reading my mind as he flexes his hips into me.

“Good.”

He dips down to kiss my neck, pushing my shirt up in the process, but I stop his wandering hands with mine as a thought occurs to me. “Wait.”

“What?” he says into my neck in between licks and kisses.

“I don’t want you to touch her if we’re doing this.”

“Fuck her,” he says, going back in for more. I arch my neck, my head falling against the door.

“I mean it, Jesse. Her or anyone else. When you’re done with me, tell me first.” I try to sound firm, but I sound vulnerable, even to my own ears and I hate it.

He pulls back, hazel eyes lifting to mine, regarding me with something I can’t quite put my finger on. My stomach swirls with nerves, waiting for his response. I bite down on my lip, feeling completely exposed under his scrutiny, unsure of what’s going through his mind—of what he’s going to say—but he shocks me when he says, “Same goes for you.”

I give a small smile, nodding in agreeance. Jesse wastes no time, gripping my ass and spinning me around before he plants me on the sink. I squeal when the cool granite hits my exposed, overheated skin, but he smothers the noise with his mouth when he kisses me again. Deft fingers find the heat between my thighs once more, moving my panties to the side. When he finally fills me with them, I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.

Jesse groans, pumping harder. I grip his upper arms and rest my forehead on his shoulder, looking down at the way the thick veins in his forearm bulge with the movement. “Fuck, Allie.” I feel myself clench around his fingers at his words and he curses again before pulling his fingers from me.

He drops to his knees and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my black underwear before sliding them down my legs. My heart jumps in my chest, equal parts excited and anxious for what’s about to happen. Once they reach my ankles, I point my toes so they fall easily to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me.”

My face heats at the command, but I do it nonetheless. Jesse stares between my legs for long seconds, and I fight the urge to squeeze them shut.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says before leaning forward. His nose grazes my leg on his trail upward. He plants little kisses in the insides of my right thigh, then my left, and everywhere in between, ignoring the place I want him most. I’m practically shaking when his tongue finally meets my center, taking one, long swipe. My hips buck forward of their own volition, my knees lifting. Jesse grips my shins, spreading me farther as he licks at me, and I’m drunk on the feeling, drunk on him. My sweaty palms slip on the counter and I fall back onto my forearms, squeezing my eyes shut at the sensations running through me. My thighs start to tremble, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly fall apart.

To my complete and utter horror, he stops too soon, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want you to come on my cock.” Once again, his blunt words take me by surprise. My wide eyes must show my hesitation, because he gives me a lazy smirk.

“I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom, Allie.” I swallow hard, nodding, even though he’s given me absolutely zero reason to trust him. Jesse tugs the string to his swim shorts. Using my feet, I push them down his hips. His length bobs between us, thick and hard. I gulp at the sight, unable to stop myself from staring, suddenly forgetting all the reasons I should deprive myself of having sex with Jesse fucking Shepherd.

Jess pinches my chin between his finger and thumb. “If I’m going to have any self-control, you’re gonna have to stop looking at my dick like that.”

“Sorry.” I don’t know why I apologize, but my nerves are on another level right now. Still holding my chin, he leans in, kissing me deep and slow. I lean back on the palms of my hands, parting my legs to let him in the space between. His fingers curl around the nape of my neck, his thumb resting on my cheek as his warm, hard flesh meets my soft. We both suck in a breath, and Jess rolls his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. He lines himself up with my center before thrusting upward, sliding through my slick heat. I jolt at the feeling, and his grip on my neck tightens.

“Goddamn, Allie. If not fucking you feels this good, I can’t imagine the real thing.”

His words spur me on and I rock my hips, sliding along his length, causing him to groan. Letting go of me, he pulls back to grip my hips, then tugs, making me shift down even farther. My ass hangs off the edge of the sink now, and he hooks his hands under my knees, holding me in place.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, my head suddenly feeling too heavy to hold up. I’m not even attempting to be quiet at this point, his company long forgotten. Jesse releases my right thigh for half a second to lift the hem of his shirt, stuffing it under his chin in one swift motion. His eyes are fixed on where we’re connected, his abs flexing with each thrust.