Rockstar 04 Interlude(30)

I don't respond and he just continues to watch me, then starts thrusting his cock against me.

"Put. It. In," he pauses. "Now!" he shouts when I hesitate.

I lift a shaky hand and reach for him. I rub the head of his cock up and  down my slit hoping some of his precum will provide some lubrication.  The second he's positioned at my opening, he slams forward, tearing  through my dry tissues and I let out a whimper.

"That's it, Luciana. Whimper. Beg. Cry. Remember who's fucking you and  the only one who will fuck you from now on. I'm going to fuck you and  show you how a real man fucks-hard and long and I'm going to make you  come so you remember whose body this belongs to. It doesn't belong to  that fucker Harm. It's mine." Slam. "Mine!" Slam. "Do you fucking hear  me?!" Slam.

I let out a sob and then do the only thing I know to do to make this end  sooner. I reach up and pinch my nipples, hoping to get some wetness  between my thighs so I can fake an orgasm or he'll keep going all night,  wet or dry, he'll fuck me until he knows he's gotten my body to do what  he wants.

"That's right, Luciana, squeeze those pretty titties."

I do, and then I lift and lower my hips against his once I get wet  between my thighs-all the while knowing that wetness has nothing to do  with Ian and everything to do with what I'm doing to myself.

I look just over his shoulder so it seems like I'm looking at him. I  imagine Jesse Kingston above me, fucking me hard as we lose control,  greedy for one another. When Ian leans down and bites my breast I see  Jesse licking my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, arousing me  further.

I meet Jesse's thrusts, hard and fierce, his whiskey-colored eyes  blazing into mine as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm. Oh yes,  Jesse, I whisper in my mind. I slide my hand down and start circling my  clit, paying no mind to the monster abusing my body. I continue to  fantasize about Jesse. His cock, his panting breaths, his whispered  words, and when he groans I rub my clit harder and close my eyes.

I'm going to come. I have to. I can't fake it. He'll know.

Then he lets out a moan, high and girlie and I hate it. It sounds like whines each time he thrusts when he comes.

Jesse. I want to come for him. I want to please him so I arch my back,  letting his cock hit just the right spot while I press hard on my clit.  "Jesse!" I scream out, sobbing uncontrollably, trying so hard to come  but unable to get there. With Ian I just-can't.



"Luce, baby."

I sob some more.

"Come on, Cupcake, wake up," Jesse whispers, pulling me to his chest, rocking me.

"Jesse, oh God," I cry, inhaling the scent of my husband. Ocean,  sandalwood, and yum. Nothing could ground me faster than the smell and  feel of my Jesse surrounding me.

"What happened?" Xander asks from the doorway.

"Nightmare," Jesse tells him, his tone grim.

"Jesse." I say his name over and over and over again, holding him so  tight I'm afraid I'm going to hurt him. When Xander comes up and hugs me  from behind and Sera on the side, I let out a few more sobs before I  can finally catch my breath.

"What was it, Luce?" Sera asks softly.

"Ian," I whisper, shame and humiliation washing over me.

"Motherfucker," Jesse curses.

"Honey," Sera says to Cage and I glance up to see them engage in a  silent conversation. I look to Cage who is standing in the doorway, arms  folded across his chest, tic in his jaw. He nods at me then Sera and  she nods back.

"Why is that motherfucker still alive?" Xander asks.

"He won't be for long," Cage says with a hard-edged tone.

"Why didn't Giovanni kill him?" Jesse asks.

"Lucy asked him not to," Sera tells him.

Jesse's lips press together in a firm line. "Luce."

"Yes," I reply, knowing what he wants without having to say it out loud.

He kisses the top of my head and looks at Cage.

Cage walks over and kisses my cheek. "Consider it done."         

     



 

"Let's give them some time alone," Sera says, giving me a hug.

Xander squeezes me tightly and kisses my forehead. "One day you'll tell me the whole story."

I nod.

When they've all left the room, Jesse covers me with a blanket and starts rocking me.

"Tell me about it?"

I hiccup as I take a deep breath and nod. I trace the tattoos on Jesse's  chest with my index finger. I never did get to all of them with my  tongue, something I'm going to need to rectify.

"It was one of the times when he was escalating," I begin, then tell him all of it.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Luce. You did what you needed to do  and fuck if I'm not glad I could help you through that even if I wasn't  there." He squeezes me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

"I needed to come. He'd have known if I didn't and he'd have made it worse."

"Luce, you don't have to explain yourself to me."

"I know," I whisper. "I think I just need to say it so I know I had no  choice." When he nods I continue. "I always pictured you when I touched  myself."

He chuckles.

"I'm not ashamed of that one bit. You are the stuff fantasies are made of."

"Cupcake, so are you," he tells me softly and I melt further into him.

"So I pictured you and every time I needed to go to that place, you took me there. You never once failed me," I tell him.

"And I never will."

"Why didn't you let your grandpa go after him?" he asks.

I shrug. "Guilt."

"Luce."

"I came with another man while I was in a relationship with him. That's not okay."

"It's not like you could help it. I've been on sets for music videos and  got really hot so I understand, and if you had to keep doing the same  scene over and over, being instructed not to stop when they cut for  those few minutes, the build up would have to take you there. It's  nothing to be ashamed of, Luce," he reassures me.

"How would you feel if you were Ian?" I ask.

Jesse stiffens. "No matter what, I would never hurt you like that."

"Oh Jesse, I know. I just meant how would you feel if we were together and that happened with Harm."

He blows out a breath. "Jealous, upset. But you have to know I'd  understand and then I'd make love to you over and over and over,  pleasuring your body in ways no one else can."

I grin. "I imagine you would."

"But here's the difference between you and Ian and you and me."

"What's that?"

"You love me. Your heart, your mind, your body, your soul all know mine as their mate and they would never betray you."

I look up, my breath halting. "What did you say?"

"Which part?" he asks.

"They'd never betray me? Is that what you said?" I ask, incredulously.

"Yeah, why?"

"My Aunt Lily said that. She taught both Sera and I to trust our hearts.  She said they'd never betray us," I tell him softly, cupping his cheek  in my hand.

"Wow. I don't know. That's just how I feel about it. I can't think of any other way to put it."

"Maybe she went to you one time and told you the same thing," I tell him with a smile.

"Maybe," he smirks.

"Will you make love to me, Jesse?" I ask.

"You never have to ask, but Luce, are you sure? After remembering-"

I cut him off with a press of my index finger to his lips. "My heart, my  mind, my body, my soul all know yours as their mate, remember?"

He nods and swallows hard. "If you want to stop, just tell me."

"I promise."

He leans in and softly, so softly, brushes his lips across mine-just a  whisper of a kiss, so sweet and so tender it melts my heart.

"I love you, Jesse."

"I love you more than anything, Luce."

I deepen the kiss, needing him to remind me where I am and who I'm with.  My husband, my lover, my best friend. The man I'd trust with my life.

I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair and his hands slowly  wander up over our babies, then up to my breasts where he stops and  gently squeezes. He reaches down for the hem of my tank and lifts it  over my head, his whiskey gaze never leaving mine.

Just watching him, looking at him, I can feel his love for me. And now,  when he touches me again, his thumbs circling my nipples, I feel his  need.

"Jesse," I whisper.

"What do you need?" he asks.

"You. Always you."

"Cupcake, I'll always be yours."

His mouth slants over mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, meeting  mine and I sigh. He rains petal-soft kisses over my face and down to my  neck while we undress one another. And when we're both naked, our bodies  aligned, he gazes down at me and runs a fingertip down my cheek.         

     



 

No words are needed. I cup his face in my hands and smile a teary smile.

He slides a hand between us and positions himself at my entrance. When  he slips inside, it's gentle and without haste. It's with love and  reverence and every ounce of desire within him.