Pulse - Part 4 (Pulse 4)

"I love you." She runs her hand along my shoulder. "You're my best friend. I knew Drew was bad news. I just gave Nate a heads-up whenever I saw Drew around you. "

"That night at the bar you pushed me to go talk to Drew." It's open-ended on purpose. I want her to fill in the blanks so it can finally make sense to me.

"I knew Fingers was there…" she stops herself. "Or at least coming there. I told him where we were going. I wanted him to see you with Drew so he'd finally tell him to fuck off for good."

"You're serious?" I ask, not expecting anything in return. I can't help but doubt her motivations.

"I've never seen you as happy as you are when you're talking about him, Jess." She pulls her gaze down to her own lap. "I just want you to be happy."

That's easier said than done. There's one only person that truly makes me happy and he's the one man I keep trying desperately to avoid.

Chapter 15

"Christ, Jessica. Please." His voice rumbles through the room, bouncing off the walls. "Don't make me give this up."

"It means nothing." I clench my sex around his cock. "It's just a fuck."

"It's not." He pumps slowly, his hands gripping mine, pushing them into the bed. "You know it's not."

"Fuck me, harder." I'm almost begging. "Please make me come."

"I'm going to lick you again." He starts to pull back and I feel the tip of his cock slide over my folds.

"No," I scream the word into his mouth. "No more." I'd already come twice beneath his tongue and now all I wanted to do is feel him inside of me. I'd shown up on his doorstep and jumped into his arms without a word. Now, thirty minutes later, I'm sprawled out naked in his bed, my clothes littering a path down the hallway.

"Fuck," he grunts as he pushes himself balls deep into my body. "I love fucking this sweet, little body."

I slap him hard across the face and he stalls for just a second. "Goddamn it." The words escape his lips with a smile.

"Don't say that about me again," I moan. "Don’t."

"Christ, I'm so close." He's pumping harder now, thrusting himself into me. It's deeper and deeper with every stroke.

"Slow down," I beg. "I want it to last."

He slides his hand under my ass and effortlessly pulls us over in one swift movement so I'm now on top of him. "Fuck me, Jessica."

I lean back and glide my body so his cock slides to its full depth over and over again. The sensation is painfully slow and agonizingly delicious. "Like that?"

"Tell me you love this," he whispers.

"No." I pull him from my body and grip his cock with my fist. I pull it across my clit before I push myself back onto it. "I won't tell you that."

"Tell me how it feels when I'm fucking you."

"You talk too much," I whimper as I feel myself reaching the edge again. "Shut up."

"How can you ever fuck another man?" He circles his hips off the bed and the sensation pulls at my core. He knows exactly how to make me come. He knows exactly what my body craves. He's the only man who has ever done that. "You'll never feel like this with anyone else."

"I came here just for this." I close my eyes, warding off all of the emotions I'm feeling. We're so connected like this. When he's inside of me, nothing else in the universe matters.

"You came here because you need me." He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his cock.

I can't help but moan loudly. My body betrays me when he's touching me. I can't hide the desire. It's palpable. He senses it because it screams his name the same way I do when I'm on the verge of coming hard. "I want to come." It's bold, direct and honest.

"I'll make you come. Lean forward. I'm going to fuck you hard, Jessica."

I plunge forward at the promise and slide my lips over his. I taste my sweetness on his tongue. "Do it," I challenge.