Beneath This Man (This Man Trilogy)(82)

Chapter 26




I walk into the bedroom after a fresh shower and shake my head at Jesse, who’s sprawled on his back across the bed wearing only his tight, white boxer shorts and making a damn effective point of letting me know he’s not happy. I sit myself in front of the floor length mirror and start drying my hair. We’ve spent all day carting the obscene amount of clothes and accessories up the stairs. I now have my own side of the colossal walk-in-wardrobe and a very happy man, until I started to get myself ready for my night out with Kate. His contented mood soon changed, but with Tom and Victoria catching up with us too and a whole pile of shit to land on Kate, I’m looking forward to it and Jesse has got to learn to share me.

I finish my hair and turn the dryer off to hear heaving, huffing and puffing coming from the bed. He’s behaving like a schoolboy, so I ignore it and make my way into the bathroom to cream up and get my make-up on. I’m mid-mascara application when he walks in, all casual, and lies himself down on the chaise lounge with an almighty exhale of air, his lean body reclining coolly and his arms draping over his head, accentuating every fine muscle on his torso. I try to ignore him, but Jesse prancing around in a pair of white, tight Armani boxer shorts is very distracting. He’s doing it on purpose.

I make a hasty retreat from the bathroom to find my underwear and something to wear. That could take some time, especially with Jesse’s critical eyes watching over me, but I don’t even make it to my newly appointed underwear drawer before I’m seized and slung onto the bed, minus one towel. I should have known; he’s going to trample me and mark me and send me out with his scent all over me. He’s done this before.

I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees, and my legs spread as he grasps my waist, efficiently restraining me. ‘You won’t come.’ he growls as he plunges two fingers into me and starts scooping them around, stretching me and preparing me.

The sudden invasion has me burying my face in the bedding to stifle my cry. He’s going to leave me pre-orgasm again, I know it.

‘This is for my pleasure, not yours.’ he grates firmly. He starts circling my entrance, and I moan into the bed in desolation. This is ultimate torture. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I stiffen all over in response to his touch.

‘Relax, Ava. I don’t want to hurt you.’ He pushes into me with his fingers, my natural instinct having me tensing my muscles in an attempt to prevent his invasion.

I cry out.

‘Relax!’ he yells, and I will my body to obey his command, but it’s not having any of it. I’m fighting the inevitable that will be Jesse abandoning me before I explode. I don’t want to go out this evening full of pent up pressure in my groin. I want to be sated and relaxed and he can do that. The bloody arse! I feel him position himself at my opening.

I whimper.

‘Damn it, Ava.’ His tone is full of aggravation ‘Stop fighting me.’

‘You’re going to desert me, aren’t you? You’re not going to see me through.’ I pant desperately.

‘That’s my call, baby.’ He slaps my backside. ‘Relax!’

‘I can’t!’ The sting radiates through me from his swift collide, and he yells in frustration at my non-conformity as he reaches underneath me to brush his fingers over my pulsing centre. ‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ I relax instantly as the connection of his heated touch blasts my senses and rockets me forward, flicking the switch that he has a direct link to. A sea of intense pleasure drowns me and I start a hasty build up towards a furious climax. I try and grab it and keep hold, but he withdraws his fingers. ‘No!’ I shout, completely frustrated.

‘Oh, yes.’ His fingers re-enter me, sweeping through me, his thumb skimming across the very tip of my clitoris, prompting me to push back in a desperate attempt to try and capture more friction. He pulls out, spreading the moisture up my crease.

‘No, Jesse!’ I feel his solid cock pushing against my opening. ‘Please!’

‘You love it, Ava.’ He advances, breaching me, slowly and controlled. ‘Oh, FUCK.’

I could cry with infuriation and frustration, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing back, taking him all of the way. I know I’m not going to come, but I can’t help myself.

He yells, grabs my waist, and then thunders forward, knocking every scrap of air from my lungs.

‘Oh, God!’ I scream as he fills me completely. He charges forward, giving me no time to adjust to him. He means business.

‘Oh, Ava.’ he pants, holding himself inside me. ‘You feel fucking amazing, baby.’ He grinds himself against me on a long drawn out moan, and I concentrate on getting my ragged breaths under control. ‘Brace yourself on the headboard.’

I take a deep breath and reach up to wrap my hands around one of the wooden planks, crying out as the change in position has him penetrating me deeper. He holds still as I follow through on his orders, running his palm down my spine gently. The fireworks crackling at my core are bordering painful.

‘Do you have a good grip?’

‘Yes!’ I spit shortly, earning myself a swift slap across my backside. I’m going to scream with frustration and he’s not even done with me yet. Why the hell am I not stopping this?

I hear him suck in a sharp breath as he starts withdrawing from me, the fullness alleviating slightly, but then I’m thrust forward as he re-enters me on a punishing drive. I scream again.

‘Brace your arms, Ava!’ He repeats the delectable move, and I stiffen my arms and rest my sweating forehead on my forearm.

‘Jesse, please.’ I beg.

‘It’s feels good, doesn’t it?’ he asks, his voice carnal and hungry.

‘Yes.’

‘You love me taking you hard, don’t you, Ava?’

‘Yes!’

‘I know you do,’ He shifts his grip from my hips and hooks his hands over my shoulders before he crashes forward again and again, yelling in fulfilment each and every time. He reaches under me and glides over my quivering clit with his fingers.

I scream and sink my teeth into my arm in desperation as my head starts to spin with a mixture of incredible pleasure and sharp stabbing pains. I can feel my climax approaching, and in a fraught attempt to seize it, I push back against him on each of his incessant blows.

‘Oh, no you don’t.’ he growls, removing his fingers and withdrawing his cock.

I cry out in anger as he yanks my hands from the headboard and spins me around, pushing me down on the bed. He straddles my stomach, trapping my arms by my side with his knees and starts lashing his fist back and forth over his pulsing cock. I close my eyes.

‘Open your eyes, Ava!’ he shouts and grabs my hipbone, prompting me to scream and buck under him.

‘You’re a bastard!’ I throw him my evilest look. ‘I’m going to get so drunk tonight!’

‘No, you’re not.’ He continues working himself over me as I watch, his eyes hooded and dark, his strained neck muscles bulging. I press my lips together. I will not be opening my mouth!

He falls forward, bracing his free hand on the bed and spills himself all over my breasts on a loud yell that resounds around the whole bedroom. He pants above me, slowing his strokes as I wriggle futilely. My breasts are coated in his warn cum, my hair is all over the place, my make-up probably needs re-doing and I’m fit to burst with the immense pressure in my groin. I am not a happy girl.

‘Do you want to come?’ he asks, looking down at me, sweat coating his forehead.

‘I’m going out!’ I bark, just to make it clear that I am not bargaining with him on this. No way!

‘Stubborn woman.’ He reaches down and wipes his palm all over my chest, spreading himself over every square inch of my torso. ‘My work here is done,’ he says on a half-smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips hard on mine.

My lips part involuntarily and I soak up the greedy lashes of his tongue, moaning, begging for more, but then he pulls back and I thrash my head from side to side, flipping myself onto my front. I hear him laugh, and then he slaps my arse hard before he gets off the bed. ‘Don’t shower.’

‘I’ve not got time!’ I yell to his back as he rearranges his boxers on his way out. I shout and thrash myself about on the bed for a few moments. I don’t know what this is going to achieve, apart from messing my hair up some more and smudging my make-up further. I can’t believe he did that. What am I talking about? Of course I can believe it. This man is beyond unreasonable and challenging.

Right! I jump off the bed and set about sorting myself out. My blow dried waves are now more of a tousled array of brunette and my cheeks are flushed. I look well and truly fucked, which is ironic because I’m not. Not in the satisfying sense, anyway. I clench my thighs together on a groan and grab a wash cloth to wipe the remnants of Jesse from my chest. There is no wiping away the huge love bite on my boob. There will be no low cut anything for me tonight and not just because of the bruise on my chest.

Control freak!



After refreshing my make-up and getting dressed, I walk down the stairs as quietly as possible. I’m heading straight out that door and with any luck, it will be a while before he notices I’m gone. He is nowhere to be seen as I scan the vastness of the penthouse, so I tiptoe to the kitchen and poke my head around the archway. Where is he?