by Tia Siren
However, Jesse did not do any of those things. Instead, he gently took my hand and guided me against his chest. It was warm and firm, with lovely dark hair adding texture to his smooth, slick skin. He reached up and unwound my hair from the updo in which I had it. Then, he let it cascade around my shoulders and caressed it to make sure it was entirely sodden with warm water. This being a fancy hotel, he reached to the side, selected one of the many options of expensive shampoos and squirted a dollop onto his hand. Then, ever so tenderly, he began to massage it into my scalp.
As a professional football player, one might have expected his hands to be overly rough and calloused, but they weren’t. Although definitely strong and manly, there was a gentleness in the way he rubbed my head that comforted me to my very soul. I relaxed and felt my weight settling against him.
Usually, I did not like for a guy to know, or to sense, how much I weighed, but Jesse was strong enough. He was strong enough to make me feel light and fragile. He was strong enough to bear the burden that I was now crying out upon his shoulder. He was strong enough to make me feel peace even though I was in the eye of a hurricane.
When he was finished soaking my hair, he turned me around so that my face was in the stream of the water and my back was against his body. I could feel the full length of him, from the shoulders that enveloped mine to his manhood pressed against my butt. I could tell he was hard, but it wasn’t in a pushy or imperative way. He was enjoying my body, yes, but right now he sensed that what I needed was comfort, not climax, and he was, once again, strong enough to give it to me.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
Jesse did not respond but kissed the side of my neck, where the soft rivulets of water traced the outline of his lips upon my skin. With my hair rinsed, it was his time to find comfort. I melted into him as he reached around my body and cupped both of my breasts. Again, he did not do it demandingly or aggressively, but I allowed him to play and explore me in a way that brought him comfort.
It had been so long since I had found comfort anywhere, that I was surprised at how much his touch soothed not only him but me as well.
When we finished, we floated our way out of the shower, toweled dry, and tumbled into bed. Within minutes, we were fast asleep, curled up like two kittens.
* * *
The next morning we awoke bright and early. I blinked at the sunlight that assaulted my eyes but overall felt utterly content. I smiled and then rolled over to see Jesse beside me, leaning on his elbow, and clearly already awake.
“You feeling better?” he asked, a mysterious smile on his face.
I yawned deeply, stretched, and murmured, “Yes, I do. Much better than I have felt in a long time.”
“Good,” he replied, gentle as rain.
And then he sprang.
His lips pressed against mine. Eagerly. Desperately. I felt his hands move from squeezing my waist to taking both my breasts in them. I giggled and shoved him away.
“Don’t you want this?” he asked, obviously concerned.
In response, I reached down to the very awake erection between his legs and gave him a squeeze. “It is exactly what I want, but first, I need to pee.”
He laughed and kicked the blankets off him to expose the full length of his body. My God, with the early morning sun glowing in his salient muscles, he looked amazing. A wide grin spread across my face as I dashed to the bathroom. I did what I needed to do in record speed, swashed some Listerine around my mouth, and made sure everything was presentable before I returned to the room, eager to enjoy every inch of Jesse Valen I could get my hands, mouth, and pussy on.
“Now are you ready?” he teased as I stood on the threshold.
His hand grasped manhood, stroking it slowly to keep it nice and firm for me. Holding his gaze, I made my way to the bed and bent down between his legs. I knocked his hand away and replaced it with mine. He was massive, hard and pink as I stroked him. His eyes fluttered in the same pace as my stomach as I brought my lips to kiss the tip of his cock.
Jesse shivered and gasped, but I was not through yet. In fact, I was far from it.
I kissed a ring around his tip, then opened my mouth and took him inside me. His taste was delicious, clean and slightly salty. I worked up and down a few times, making him groan and stiffen, and then I pulled back and looked at him with a smile.
“What do you think?” I teased before going down on him again.
He moaned and bucked against me as one of my hands encircled the base of his shaft, making sure to squeeze all the way down to the base every time I dipped my mouth, while my other hand cupped and massaged his balls. His whole body flexed and trembled. His toes curled with each of my movements as pleasure raced down his entire body. I felt proud and pleased to see just how much I could turn him on.
Eager to see how far I could take him, I amped every movement I made until he was panting. Once it became too much for him, Jesse seized me by the hair, yanked me back, and threw me beneath him.
“Your turn, baby,” he grunted, and then jumped on top of me.
Unlike the night before, he was impatient, insistent, and dominating—my absolute favorite combination. I opened my legs automatically and wrapped them around his narrow, muscular waist.
His cock was rock hard and hot, like iron left in sunlight. It lay across me, from the fork of my legs all the way up to my bellybutton. He thrust, not yet inside me, but against me. It was a pure display of his power and the strength of his dominance, and it made me wetter than anything or anyone had ever had.
Our kisses were intense as his hands scooped my breasts together, bouncing them, squeezing them. His fingertips flicked my nipples, and I moaned as pleasure lanced between them and arched my chest to press them into his grip. Then, he pinched them and I screamed aloud and drove my thighs up and over his back, rocking my hips, urging him inside me.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes,” I begged, but still, Jesse didn’t take me. All he did was move his lips from my neck down to my nipples where his tongue danced upon their pebble-hard forms. It was torture.
“Are you sure?”
Before I had a chance to reply, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them down against the bed. Using his hips, he slid his cock down the length of my body, from between my breasts all the way down to my pussy, where he dipped, ever so tantalizingly, the tip of his manhood inside my opening.
“Jesse Valen, put it in me now,” I commanded.
My words made him pause his wicked teasing and bring his mouth to mine. He kissed my lips tenderly, and said, “I’ll put it in you when I wanna put it in you. Understand?”
I nodded.
He kissed me again and waited, with the tip of his cock almost inside me, until I whimpered. Once I did, he drove his cock into me with one swift push.
I was so wet he did not have to force it or work me open. He just rammed it right in and kept going. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he fucked me all the way through, as deeply as I could take it. He was rock-hard, massive and plowed into me so deeply that his balls slapped against the bottom of my pussy. I moaned, straining against him, but he kept me pinned down.
The night before had proved that he was a gentleman, but this morning showed that he was also a beast. An excellent, powerful sex animal.
Jesse’s pounding was relentless. He made sure each concussive impact slid his entire length into me before he pulled back until he was nearly out just to drive all the way back in again. His hands worked my breasts, alternatively squeezing their molded flesh, flicking my nipples, and pinching them hard.
I could feel myself building. His cock was so big and turgid in its erection that I could feel the exact, precise shape of him as he drove in and out of my body. His rounded tip pummeled my G-spot in a way that sent tingles down my limbs and spine.
“I’m close,” I cried. “I’m so close.”
Bearing his teeth in the effort of pounding mercilessly into me, Jesse pulled my legs fro
m around his waist and brought them up over his shoulders. My ankles framed his gorgeous face, and I felt him deeper and harder than ever before.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes! I’m coming!”
And with that, my whole body rocked with the strength of my orgasm. It started in my pussy, erupted to my clit, and, as Jesse pinched my breasts in tandem with my climax, the pleasure traveled across my entire body. I moaned and gasped as my internal muscles flexed around the length of his shaft and he continued to pump into me.
“You good?” he grunted, continuing his assault. I blinked my eyes back into focus and met his intense gaze.
“Yes,” I mumbled as my weak fingers grasped at the sheets.
“Good,” he said. “Now it’s my turn.”
He thrust himself back until he was all the way out. I felt a sudden rush of cold emptiness, but then, he seized me around my hips with an iron grip and flung me over onto my stomach. Although it didn’t hurt, I gasped in surprise. His obvious strength and dominance made my already soaked pussy gush with wetness.
The pillow muffled my screams of pleasure as Jesse continued to fuck me as hard as he could. His balls slapped at my pussy adding a new wave of pleasure to the whole sensation. He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks so his thrusts would go deeper, making my pleasure and sense of utter powerlessness grow. Once all the way inside, he reached one hand around me and squeezed my clit.
I screamed and orgasmed again. Wetness gushed out of me, drenching his shaft, trickling down his balls, and lubricating my entire pussy so that every thrust was frictionless, swooping as deep as he could go.
“I’m almost there,” he said panting. “I am going to pump you full.”
His breaths came out with grunts of pleasure as his hands left my clit and my nipples to squeeze my body almost at random. His hands covered my ass, my back, my thighs as he clawed at every inch of me.
“Here it goes, baby,” he cried, and I felt my insides explode.
Hot cum doused me, pumping right into my G-spot, making me come alongside him. The onslaught was massive, and the rippling muscles of my pussy flexed everywhere, pulling it in, pushing it out, so that not only my insides but also my clit, my labia, his shaft, his balls—everything—was flooded with cum.
Jesse slowed his pumping as his manhood slowly softened. Every once in a while he would spasm inside of me and fill me with another spurt of cum. Once he was completely done, he moaned with pleasure and slipped out, rolling onto his back beside me.
For a moment, I felt an indescribable emptiness at becoming one single being again. I turned over, finding comfort in how wet and hot my insides were, and kissed his lips before resting my head against his collarbone.
It was only then that I realized how dangerous the position I had put myself in actually was. Jesse would only be in town for a couple of weeks, maximum, which posed the question: Did I really want to fall for a guy who would be off gallivanting with celebrities and supermodels as soon as the season started?
I wasn’t sure of it.
“Jesse,” I said, and lifted myself off him to gaze into his eyes. “I probably should have brought this up earlier, but I am not a ‘one-night’ sort of girl. I mean, what were you looking to get from all of this? From the two of us?”
To my surprise, Jesse chuckled and kissed me. Then, without wasting a single heartbeat, he replied, “Trust me, I know Mary Taft is not a one-hit wonder. As for what I am looking for, I guess I'm not sure yet, but I want to find out with you.”
He smiled and coaxed me back into his arms. It was hard to feel upset or worried with a man like Jesse Valen naked beside you.
I took a deep breath, and together we fell back asleep.
Chapter 6
As much as I would’ve loved to stay in bed all day with Jesse, I, unfortunately, had a shift that afternoon. With a lot of reluctance, I wriggled my way back into my outfit, slipped on my stupid heels, and went outside. As I walked into the lobby, I found myself wishing I had brought a different outfit. My sexy getup combined with my bed hair and clean washed face made me stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb doing the walk of shame.
My embarrassment was lessened when I stepped outside the hotel and found the cabbie Jesse had hired to drive me home waiting for me. I don’t know why, but the idea of not having to wait for a ride made me feel a little less weird about the whole thing. Once the car came to a stop at my apartment, I went to pay but discovered that Jesse had already paid. My heart warmed at his care toward me, and I practically floated toward my apartment.
That fuzzy feeling, however, vanished as soon as I arrived at my front door. Remembering our fight and the awful things Bill said and did the previous night, I closed my eyes and murmured, “Let him be asleep or so engaged in his video games he doesn’t even notice me come in.”
With that prayer on repeat, I found my keys, inserted them into the door, and turned the lock with a small click. After removing my shoes, I tiptoed inside trying to be as quiet as a mouse. When I saw no sign of Bill, I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge before sinking down into one of the kitchen table chairs.
“So, you’ve officially joined the Jesse Valen fan club then?” a harsh, cutting voice sneered from across the hall.
It was Bill, obviously, and he strode into the kitchen, reeking of cheap booze, and sat down at the table across from me. It was not a companionable gesture, but one of dominance.
Decided to stand my ground, I crossed my arms and looked right into his eyes. “I have never had a problem with Jesse. That was only you.”
“Yes, well,” he growled, “I have every reason to be angry with him.”
With surprising viciousness, I crumpled the can of soda in my hand. “Look, Bill,” I hissed, “I don’t know what happened that night between the two of you, but I do know that your life was not the only one affected by the consequences of that fuck up. Got it?”
He chuckled a menacing, condescending, snide chuckle of mockery. “If you only knew what he did to me you’d never have banged him.”
I sighed and threw my head into my hands. I was so tired of this. Tired of this animosity, this condescension, this constant feeling like no matter what I did I was an idiot, a screw-up, and a bitch.
“Jesse Valen is kind to me!” I yelled. “That’s more than you have done for at least five years. So just stop.”
“Mary—”
“Mary nothing,” I barked. “Look, I know you’ve had it hard, but I am beyond caring for this little pity party of yours. You know what? Other people experience things just as bad as you did, and they get over it. The way you’re acting is pathetic. You wallow around here all day, feeling sorry for yourself, while other people get up and move on with their lives. Man up, Bill, and move on!”
I expected him to be angry. I expected him to leap out of this seat and shout at me or throw things, or at least curse, but he did none of those things. Instead, he smiled. It was a mean, cruel smile like you’d see on a street punk about to kick a dog, and it made me wonder who this person in front of me was. He sure wasn’t the brother my parents raised.
“You say those things now,” he said, “but give it a few weeks. We’ll see how fond you are of Mr. Jesse Valen then.”
He rose, gave me a sneering, condescending wink, and ambled from the room. As a door slammed behind him, I felt winded and upset but realized I was not as hurt as I thought I’d be. Jesse’s comfort still warmed me from within, like a jacket on a cold night, or body armor in battle.
“Please, God,” I whispered. “Please don’t let Bill be right.”
I plodded up the stairs, changed for my shift, and stumbled off to work.
* * *
It was the kind of shift a waitress loved for the tips but hated for the exertion. What made it even crazier was that Jesse and a bunch of his football-playing friends marched in, sat at a table for twelve, and basically took over the place. Lucky me, I was assigned his table.
Sigh.<
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It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Jesse, of course, I did. I wanted to see him all the time; I just didn’t want him to see me here while I was covered in cooking grease and smelling like fried rice. To my surprise, as I approached the table with my pad and pencil at the ready, Jesse didn’t seem to mind.
“Hey, Mary!” He greeted and rose to kiss me on the lips. “You look lovely today.”
My cheeks blushed a deep scarlet color. Usually, men like him didn’t want to display a girl like me to their friends. But I guess Jesse Valen was different. Thank God, he was different.
We talked a little while I took their orders, but unfortunately, I was not able to spend too much time with him. It was a busy shift, and though I fetched him drinks and squeezed his hand once again, I spent most of my time tending to others. The story of my life, I guess. Still, when he and his friends were finished, Jesse came up to me and asked when I’d be able to see him again.
“I’m sorry, Jesse,” I said, genuinely meaning it. “I work every single night this week and have classes during the day.”
“What about in the morning?” he asked tentatively touching my hip.
“Well, my classes start at nine, but I have to be on the road by eight to arrive on time. So unless you want to meet me for breakfast at like … seven, we’ll have to count it—”
“Seven is perfect,” he exclaimed. I must’ve looked surprised, for he quickly explained. “That’s how early practices start during the season. It is no problem for me.”
“Wow,” I said. “Okay, then. How’s Wednesday?”
“Perfect,” he declared and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you later then, all right?”
“All right,” I murmured and watched as he and his friends bounded out the door.
As you can imagine, I spent the rest of my shift feeling like I was floating on air.
Several weeks passed in this manner. I worked hard, and Jesse partied hard, but we still found time to hang out together. Usually, it was in the morning before my classes, which gave us little time to have sex. However, on those occasions when we simply could not take it anymore, Jesse would burst in after work, literally sweep me off my feet, and carry me right to his hotel room.
