"Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good. Come on my cock, Lucy."
"Holy shit. Oh my God," she cries out, and son of a bitch if she isn't going to come again. "Jesse," she moans.
"Oh yeah," I say, hammering into her, "you're going to come again aren't you baby?"
"Yes, oh God, yes." She screams out my name, her pussy squeezing my dick harder this time than the last. I groan as a pulse of cum slips out from my cock. Not yet.
"God damn, your pussy grips me so tight. It's all I can do not to come."
"Come, Jesse."
"Not yet. You're going to come again."
"I can't Jesse," she tells me, breathlessly.
"You can and you will."
"Jesse-"
Smack. "You can and you will."
I pull out and flip her onto her back. I lift her legs over my shoulders and push back inside her.
"You feel so fucking good. I could come right now but I want you to come with me and I'm really enjoying the way your pussy feels around me."
"I don't know if I can."
I smirk. Oh she will. "You can."
I grip her hips tight and start thrusting deep, the tip of my dick touches her cervix. Hell fucking yeah.
"Oh God, Jesse," she groans.
"There you go, baby. You like it when I nudge you deep?"
"Yes," she hisses.
I groan when I feel her pussy start to spasm around my dick. "You're getting close again. Your pussy's squeezing me. Fuck yeah."
I fuck her deep and hard and with each nudge deep inside, she gets wetter and tighter.
"Jesse, please."
"Almost there."
I take her ruthlessly, so hard and fast and deep I start pushing her across the bed. I slam into her, pulling her hips hard against mine, knowing she's going to bruise, but hearing her moan and those damn sexy noises she's making, she doesn't care.
Then it hits her and son of a bitch. Her back arches, her pussy convulses around my cock in a massage that leaves me no choice but to come.
The first shot of cum erupts from my cock and I shout, "Fuuuuck Lucy," grunting with each squirt of cum her pussy wrings from me. Damn, holy shit. I can't stop coming. It's the longest orgasm, and I'm coming so hard my thighs tense, my eyes close tight.
"Christ," I whisper and thrust one last time before flopping down on top of her. She slips her legs off my shoulders, down to either side of me. My face is buried in her neck as I fight to steady my breath. "What the fuck was that?"
She giggles and I grin. "Now you know how I felt with that last one. I couldn't even breathe."
"I love when you scream my name like that. That's what made me lose control."
"Mmm, happy to help."
"Shit. I don't want to move." But I have to. I get up and toss the condom, then climb back between her legs, resting my face in her neck.
She wraps her arms around me and plays with my hair. It feels good when she does that.
"I can't believe you spanked me."
I smirk. "You fucking loved it. You keep surprising me."
"Do, uh, you do that a lot?"
"What? Spank?" I ask against her neck.
"Mhmm."
"Nope. Lucky you."
"My ass is still burning."
"But your pussy is singing."
She laughs. "It was more like screaming."
"Screaming for more of my cock."
"More like begging for mercy. I'm going to be so, so sore."
"Your pussy and your ass. Hell yeah."
"Caveman."
"Fucking A. You'll remember who fucked you good and hard all weekend and who spanked that sexy ass until you came all over my dick."
"Jesus, Jesse. The dirty talk gets me all horny."
I laugh. "Yeah, I know."
"I can't go again. I'm so sore."
I just let out a grunt. "Good."
"How many times did we have sex?" she asks.
I smile. "Why? You going to write it in your diary?"
"I might. There's lots of stuff in my diary about the hotness that is Jesse Kingston."
"Twenty-three."
"How did I know that you kept count? Seriously twenty-three?"
"Mhmm."
"My vag is never going to be the same."
"Nope. You'll always remember these last four days."
I know she's thinking and I should stop her, but she keeps running her fingers through my hair and I'm so fucking relaxed. Mmm, I love being with her, feeling her hands on me.
I must have dozed off because Lucy's shaking my shoulder gently, waking me up.
"Jesse."
"Hmm."
"I need to use the restroom."
I hear the panic in her voice. I know what she's doing. She's pushing me back, trying to avoid the closeness and connection we made this weekend.
She comes back out of the bathroom and calls Max. I just watch her as she does, hating that she's leaving … and that she's leaving this way.
I stand up and walk over to her.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay?"
"Of course." It's going to be with me. I'm not letting her go without a fight.
She turns the water on and steps under the spray. I step in behind her and close the door. The uncertainty in her eyes is killing me but I'm not sure what to say.
I grab the body wash and work up a lather, motioning her forward. I wash her body, every inch of her body, thoroughly and tenderly.
She washes mine in return, her tiny hands running over my body, touching not only me on the outside, but also on the inside.
While we're in the shower not one word is muttered, yet each time our eyes meet there's so much being said.
I don't want you to go.
I have to.
I wasn't expecting this.
Neither was I.
Lucy.
Jesse.
I step under the spray and she steps out of the shower to dry off. She stands in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel. I watch as she quietly walks into the bedroom and I follow close behind.
I slip on my boxer briefs then pick up her pale pink panties, holding them out for her to step into. I pull them up her legs and over her hips. Then I stand up to slide her arms through her bra straps, positioning the cups, then hooking it in back. I straighten the straps and adjust her tits. Damn she's got one fine fucking rack.
"Your underwear is so hot. Do you always wear that? The lacy and sexy shit?"
"Mhmm."
"Damn. I'm going to be picturing that every time I see you on TV or in a magazine." And I'm going to get hard remembering what it was like taking them off and putting them back on her sensational body.
She steps into her shorts as I hold them, then I slide them up, my fingers running along her thighs as I do. The woman has some damn fine legs. I hesitate, not wanting to put the last piece of clothing on her, but she's watching me.
I pull her top over her head, pushing her arms through the holes before tugging it straight. When I look up, my gaze locks onto hers and I get an ache in my chest. Her eyes get glassy and her lip trembles but she fights it. Her nose twitches and I smirk.
"Itch?" I ask, itching her nose. I want to take care of her and she wants to leave. I wish I could make her stay.
Fuck.
"I should go, Jesse."
I nod. "I know you have things to do before tomorrow."
She closes her eyes and I know she's gathering her calm. I'm doing the same.
"I do," she says, slipping her sandals on. I watch her, just watch, until I can't stand it anymore. Then I pull her into my arms and hold her close, breathing her in, memorizing the feel of her in my arms. No one will ever feel like this again.
"Lucy," I whisper, pressing kisses over her forehead, cheek, jaw, chin, and finally her lips. Just a touch of my lips to hers before pulling back, holding her chin in my hand, staring into those beautiful brown eyes. There's no hiding the sheen of tears in her eyes now and never before did I know what that felt like, to want to cry over the loss of someone's presence-until now.
"Jesse," she breathes. "Thank you for this weekend."
I just nod. She stands on tiptoe and kisses me softly, her tiny hands framing my face. When she pulls back, I want to protest, to pull her back to me and kiss her again.
I stand frozen as she grabs her suitcase and pulls out the handle. A tear rolls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away. That one tear speaks volumes. She rushes to the door, punching in the code. Before she walks through, she looks back.
I stare at this beautiful woman who's made me feel like more than just Jesse Kingston, lead singer of Falling Down. She's made me feel.
She forces a smile and another tear rolls down her cheek. "Bye Jesse."
"Lucy," I say, taking a step forward. "This is 'see you later'."
She shakes her head and gasps, her face crumpling as she lets the tears fall. She quickly turns and rushes down the stairs to the front door where Max is waiting.
All I can do is watch as she presses a kiss to her fingers and blows it to me as the car lurches forward, taking her from me.
No. No. This isn't goodbye.
Jesse: You saying goodbye doesn't work for me.