Tussle

by Jacob Chance

  “I need to be inside you right now.”

  “Yes,” she gasps. My hands grip her hips, spinning her around. “Hold onto the table,” I order, pressing the heel of my palm to her back, urging her forward. “This is going to be hard and fast.” I cup both her round cheeks as my dick presses against them. Guiding myself to her entrance, I slide slowly inside - inch by agonizing inch. Once I’m buried to the hilt I groan from the excruciatingly tight heat. My thumb slips in between the crease of her cheeks to circle her tight hole. “Today it’s your pussy, but soon it’ll be this ass. It’s begging for my cock.” I tug on her ponytail. “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes, it’s yours.”

  Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pull her head back as I start to move my hips. “Did you wear your hair like this for me? Were you imagining me pulling on it?” I forcefully slam inside her pussy.

  “Mm... yes... I was.”

  Tightening my one-handed hold on her hip, I pull her back on my cock as I thrust forward. The staccato beat of our bodies connecting urges me on. Releasing her hair, I slide my hand between her legs to circle her clit with the pad of my finger. Keeping up the motion, I repeatedly drive my cock into her pussy. She moans, fingers clawing at the edge of the table as her legs quiver with the first tremors of her orgasm.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan. The feeling of her pussy squeezing me like a vise as she comes is something I’ll never get used to and it drives me over the edge. My hips jerk violently as I release inside her with a shout. Collapsing on her back, I fight to slow my breathing down. My palms glide over her hips and thighs soothing the areas my fingers dug into. This woman has me in a tailspin. I’m so fucking head over heels I don’t know which side is up or down.

  I press a kiss to the side of her neck and pivot her to face me. She stares up at me with sparkling green eyes and her cheeks are flushed a vibrant pink. I smile. Freshly fucked looks good on her. Caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers, I brush a kiss over her lips. “To be continued later?” I inquire. She nods and we both focus on tidying up. “You slip out first, so no one sees us together. Although, it would be so much simpler to get it over now and be done with it.”

  “I know. I know. Thank you for putting up with me and my rules.”

  “You’re hot so it makes it worthwhile,” I jest.

  She whacks my chest with the back of her hand. “Be nice.”

  “I just said you’re hot. What’s not nice about that?” I chuckle at her mock look of outrage and then pull her into my arms for a hug. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I step back. “You better get going before someone misses you.”

  “No one is going to miss me,” she scoffs.

  “I do, already.”

  After spending all Friday night and Saturday at Lilah’s house, I talked her into coming back to my place. I wasn’t ready to be apart from her. We cooked dinner together and watched more episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians before heading to bed.

  “Thank you for spending the weekend with me.” I pull her closer while she lies on my chest.

  “Thanks for having me. Aren’t you sick of me yet?” Her fingers draw patterns on my ribs, tracing over the skull and gun tattoo.

  I chuckle. “No, I’m not sick of you. That’s never going to happen. If that’s your plan you should probably work out a new one. It’s sure to be a big failure.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I’m crazy about you. I fall for you more each day.”

  “Why?”

  “Are you asking me why I’m falling for you?”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t add up. Why would you want to be with me when I’ve made you wait so long and I run so hot and cold?

  “I’d give anything up to be with you, Lilah. I don’t think you understand what I mean when I say I’m falling for you. My feelings for you grow deeper every day. I’m falling in love with you. And it feels pretty fucking amazing.”

  “You are?” she whispers.

  “I am.”

  “I’m falling in love with you too, Jesse. But it feels pretty fucking scary so be gentle with me.”

  “I got you, baby.”

  Walking down the city sidewalk holding Lilah’s hand without having to worry about being seen feels amazing. She made me throw on a ball cap and some aviators as a disguise just to be safe and if it gives her peace of mind then I’m all for it. I want her to relax and enjoy the time we have. With our busy schedules we won’t have many opportunities to spend an entire weekend together like this.

  Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull her closer to my side. She looks adorable with her hair twisted up on the top of her head and large purple framed sunglasses covering a substantial portion of her small face.

  “It’s gorgeous today. It’s so nice to be outside,” she says, painting over her lips with Chapstick. The fruity scent wafts up to me and I catch her hand, raising it to my mouth. “You want some?” she arches a brow.

  “Yep, lay it on me. I want to have the taste of you on my lips.” I wiggle my eyebrows, lecherously.

  She giggles. “Okay stop for a sec. You’re too tall for me to do this while we’re moving.” Balancing on her toes, my hands go to her hips, holding her steady. She stretches her arm up to paint the clear Chapstick on my lips. Rolling them together, I lower my head and press my mouth to hers for a brief kiss, but that’s all it takes before Jesse Jr. is ready to play. I clear my throat and adjust my dick. “We better get moving before I drag you into an alley and have my way with you.” I catch her hand and we begin to move down the dirt littered sidewalk.

  “It doesn’t take much to get you going.”

  “Baby, all I have to do is breathe the same air as you and I’m halfway there. My dick is constantly in a semi hard state these days and has been for the past few weeks. It’s all your fault.”

  “My fault? I’m not doing anything.”

  I direct her to the inside edge of the sidewalk, away from the cars and other pedestrians. Stepping in front of her, I cup her shoulders.

  “You’re being you - your gorgeous, sexy self and I want you twenty-four-seven. I want you in my house... in my bed,” I nuzzle my nose along the side of hers and palm her cheeks. Eyes locking with hers, I continue, “and most importantly in my life.”

  “Jesse,” she whispers.

  “Wait. Please let me finish. I want you to be mine and only mine. No seeing other people or sleeping with anyone else.”

  “Are you going to do the same?”

  “Of course. I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t for a long time. You just weren’t aware, and I didn’t make a move.”

  “Okay,” she smiles.

  “You’ll be my woman?” I beat on my chest like a caveman.

  She snorts. “As long as you don’t do that I will.”

  “Deal.” I flash her my most wide, cheese filled television promo smile.

  “Or that.”

  Barking out a laugh, I wrap my arms around her and blow a raspberry on her neck making her laugh. “You’re a demanding woman.”

  “I am. Can you handle me?”

  “I welcome the challenge.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Lilah

  Jesse and I have spent every night this week together at my house. We’ve gone out to dinner at a few places that are removed from the beaten path and there’s no need to worry about being spotted. The other nights we cooked together and cuddled on the couch. It feels like we’ve been a couple for a long time instead of only a few weeks. I’ve never felt so at ease with a man, but on the flip side I’ve never been so attracted to someone. It’s the best of both worlds with Jesse and me. The only downside being that we work together and the stress it causes.

  “Hey baby,” Jesse calls out as he walks in the front door. “Are you all packed?”

  I jog down the stairs with my duffle bag slung over my shoulder and let it slide to the floor when I stop in front of Jesse. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I play with
his thick hair. “I sure am. You said shorts, jeans and a bathing suit, right? I don’t need anything else?”

  His hands rest above my ass. “Pack a dress in case I want to take you out dancing some night.”

  “I already did,” I inform him, winking. “I’m my father’s daughter. I like to be prepared.”

  “Some things you can’t prepare for.”

  “Yep, like you.” I poke him in his chest and he grins.

  “There’s a music festival we can go to this weekend also. They hold it there every year on Memorial Day weekend.” He begins to sway us from side to side. “We won’t have to worry about being recognized as much in Seabrook. No one pays attention at the beach. I hardly ever get noticed.”

  “Hardly isn’t as comforting as never would be.” I arch a brow at him.

  “You worry too much. I can’t wait to show you my beach house. You’re going to love it. Just being there is relaxing.”

  “I could use some down time. My dad has been a bear all week with the trip out west coming up.” My fingers play along the top of his muscular shoulders, tracing over their broad shape. “It was great to tell him I won’t be in again until Wednesday. I thought he was going to melt down, but he held it together. I could see that vein pulsing in his temple; I’m sure you’ve noticed it when he’s trying to control his temper, or he’s fired up. To his credit he went easy on me although I’m sure his tongue had some serious teeth marks in it when I left his office. He said, ‘Four days in a row off from work,’ and shook his head.” Working my lips into a frown, I do my best impression. “I reminded him that I’m supposed to have Sundays off anyway, but hardly ever do and that Monday is Memorial Day. According to my calculations that’s only two missed days and I can’t remember the last time I took off work.”

  “Then you’re overdue and we better make the most of it because I know with our busy schedules we won’t be this lucky again any time soon.”

  Curiously looking out the window, I’m afraid I’ll miss something in this picturesque Connecticut beach town while we drive down the quaint main street. There’s an ice cream shop, the orange and blue sign promises it’s homemade and my mouth waters just thinking about the cold, creamy taste. The white iron tables and chairs on the front patio invite you to relax and enjoy your treat. Get Hammered, a combination hardware and liquor store’s next door and my head does a double take when I read the name on the large front window. I snicker.

  “What are you laughing at?”

  “Get Hammered. I don’t know if power tools belong in the same space as liquor, but it’s definitely an original idea.”

  “Silas, the owner, is a good friend of mine. He’s also a contractor who’s done some renovations on my house.” The light turns green and we slowly begin to creep forward. “Traffic is often dense on this main road. It’s the most convenient way to get to Seabrook.”

  “I don’t mind,” I tell him, and I mean it. I’m busy checking everything out, my head bobs from side to side as I soak all the picturesque details in. Noticing a gallery that claims to sell only local art, I’m intrigued. “Can we go to the gallery while we’re here?”

  “Sure. We can check out the shops and get you a few souvenirs to remind you of our first trip together.”

  “As if I’d forget a minute of our time.” The bright colored doorway awnings provide shelter from the sun and add a splash of cheer. All the buildings lining both sides of the street have flower boxes loaded with red and white blooms and small American flags mixed in. They billow in the breeze as we drive past, the blue and white stripes form waves, mimicking the ocean. I love it already and we just arrived. I can’t wait to feel the refreshing sea air skating over my skin.

  “When are Ronnie and Wyatt joining us?” I ask.

  “I told them Sunday. I want some time alone with you.” The corner of his lips kicks up in a crooked smile.

  Jesse and I decided to come clean with them. It was too much of an effort to keep our relationship hidden and they know us well enough to see what’s going on.

  “I’m glad. You and me half naked on the beach could lead to some heated moments we don’t need witnesses for.”

  “Don’t tease me.” He squeezes my thigh. “Believe me, I’m already thinking about it.”

  It’ll be nice to be with people who know about us, aside from Carly.

  Jesse rolls down the windows on his Jeep and inhales the salty breeze. “There’s nothing better than the fresh air here. After being in the city all the time and travelling, it always smells so clean and pure. It’s like my lungs can only reach their full capacity for taking in air when I’m here.”

  “You really love this place?”

  “I do.” He grins, nodding. His dark hair ruffles in the wind and I can’t resist reaching over to comb my fingers through it.

  “How close is your house to the ocean?”

  “You’ll see in about thirty seconds,” he replies, turning down a side street. We come to the end and the Atlantic Ocean is directly in front of us.

  “Wow.” My voice sounds as awestruck as I feel. “I didn’t realize we were so close to the ocean.”

  “Yeah, it’s so vast, but here it kind of sneaks up on you.” He makes a left turn and we drive parallel to the sea for a quarter of a mile before he pulls into the driveway of a large, modernized colonial.

  “You couldn’t be any closer to the ocean without being in it.”

  He laughs. “Pretty much. I knew I wanted oceanfront and that was my main requirement. I’m still fixing the house up, but the piece of property sold it for me.”

  “I can see why. I’m never going to want to leave and I just got here.”

  “We’ll come back whenever we can, baby.”

  It pleases me he’s so positive about our future together. Sometimes I let doubts creep in, making me question if we’re rushing things. His confidence helps to reassure me and quell my insecurities.

  Jesse grabs our bags and unlocks the dark blue side door. Once inside my gaze is immediately drawn to the back of the large open space. Wall to wall glass provides an indescribable view of the Atlantic Ocean.

  “Oh my. Jesse it’s beautiful.” My voice is hushed with awe.

  “That whole back wall opens up.” He places our bags down on the tile floor and I follow as he moves through his space. We pass the kitchen and a dining area, but I’m not taking in any of the specifics of the design. The star of the show is right in front of us. It doesn’t get any better than this. The endless sea of blues and greens stretching out to the horizon is humbling. My hand raises to touch the glass, before I let it fall to my side. He flips a few locks and presses some buttons on a keypad and the wall parts accordion style.

  “It looks close enough to touch.”

  “It’s high tide now.”

  “Jesse, it’s stunning,” I gasp. I can’t take my eyes off the churning waves. The cool ocean breeze washes over my face like a butterfly’s wings. Silently I observe, mesmerized by the way the water generously covers the sand and then greedily gobbles it up. Like being in love, there’s a partnership. A push and pull that goes hand in hand. One relies on the other, each essential for both to exist.

  Is this the kind of relationship Jesse and I are building? He’s become a regular part of my day, one that I depend on and can lean on. I can’t imagine a day going by where we’re not in touch at various points throughout. I look forward to his sweet texts and quick whispered calls during his practice breaks.

  Is our foundation strong enough to withstand whatever crazy things our careers may throw our way? Running a hand over my brow, I press my lips together. Our relationship has been building for three years; no one can call us a case of insta love. We’ve had a lot stacked against us from the get go, but I have faith we can work through it all with time and for now we’ll remain behind closed doors.

  Can we depend on one another like the ebb and flow of the tide? Jesse is the epitome of reliable. If I need anything, he’s there as I am for
him. Even if we ended tomorrow, I know that he would continue to help me in any way needed. That’s never going to change.

  Jesse’s arms slide around my waist, drawing me against his solid chest as if he senses the deep, questioning thoughts running through my mind. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve imagined you standing in this very spot so many times but having you here in the flesh is so much better than anything I dreamed up.”

  My hands rest on top of his and trace over their masculine shape. “How do you know just what I need to hear? Are you psychic?”

  He spins me around catching my hips in his strong grip, before his arms close around my waist, tugging me closer. “I don’t need to be a psychic to know without a doubt we are meant to be. Accept it because it’s happening. Hell, it’s already happened - as in past tense and it’s not changing. You’re in the deep end with me now, baby and I won’t let you sink.”

  “You know, I’m a pretty strong swimmer.” He should know I’m not some weak damsel that needs rescuing all the time. I’m an independent woman who can take care of herself.

  “I’ll just be there to save you, whenever you need me.” He grins. His words create a joyful flutter in my chest. We remain in each other’s arms enjoying the broad panorama of sea until the loud rumbling of Jesse’s stomach interrupts the silence. We both chuckle.

  “Why don’t we unpack quickly and then I’ll make you one of my famous bacon cheeseburgers. The grill is all gassed up and ready to go.”

  “Do you have a company that checks on the house for you during the winter and gets it ready when you’re coming to stay?”

  “Silas’ company offers that service as well.”

  “Wow, he sounds enterprising. Do I get to meet him?”

  “Hey.” His arms tighten on my waist. “Don’t you be thinking about other men. And if you must know, I’m a silent partner in his business.”

  “Get Hammered?”