Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  Her hands were between them. He picked one up and put her arm around him. That felt good. “ ’Night, Kenzie.” He kissed her head again.

  Chapter 28

  Mackenzie’s alarm woke her from a sound sleep. The arms wrapped around her made her smile. “You came home,” she whispered. Her lips brushed his neck and moved up to his ear. A soft groan was the response. “Thought you were flying to Baltimore first.” Then she reached down and grabbed his morning wood. “What the fuck?” She pulled back and saw Jesse. Shoving him, she yelled, “What the hell’re you doing?”

  Startled out of sleep, Jesse looked down at her. “Huh?”

  “You can’t hold me in bed!” She struggled to get out of his arms.

  He let her go and sat up. “Why not? We hold you when the three of us sleep together.”

  “This is not the same thing,” she insisted, turning off her alarm. “Brandon has rules, and I intend to go by them. Cuddling is not allowed.”

  Jesse rubbed his weary eyes. “But so is sleeping in the same bed, and he told me we could do that since it’s my bed.” He was trying to focus and understand why she was so upset. He watched her pace the room. Then it hit him. “You thought I was Brandon again, right?”

  “Yes.” She put her hands on her hips. “And that’s so wrong.” She wished she were more alert upon first waking up. “If he knew…” Her voice trailed off as tears rimmed her eyes.

  Quickly, Jesse crawled to the side of the bed and pulled her into an embrace. “He won’t get mad at you. It’s my fault. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry. I thought it’d be OK.”

  She worried Brandon was still having trust issues. Finding their bodies entwined while asleep would crush him. He had taken enough blows to the heart. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him again.

  “Shh.” Jesse ran his fingers through her hair soothingly as he held her head to his shoulder.

  Unable to hold the tears back, Mackenzie hugged him back. “Please don’t tell him.”

  “I know him,” Jesse whispered. “He loves you too much. He’ll understand this was a mix-up. It’s my fault. Let me make it up to you.”

  She looked up at him. “How?” His words had sunk in. She would most likely worry about their relationship until she could hold Brandon, and he made love to her. Those thoughts started to fade with Jesse’s lustful tone of voice.

  He grinned deviously. “I have more than one talent.”

  “That you do.” She smiled; glad he changed her mood. Only three men could make her go from upset to horny in seconds, Brandon, Sasha and, it seemed, Jesse.

  His right hand traveled down her back, then over her ass. “Let me show you one I know you like.” He squeezed her cheek hard. Then he slapped it. “Lay on the bed again.”

  “I have to go to work, so we can’t be long.” She climbed onto the bed and checked her phone. Her second alarm had not gone off yet, so they had time.

  Jesse watched her sexy body move. “On your back, legs open and bent.” He didn’t realize he could be dominant at all until he met her. When she had complied, he stared at the wetness between her legs. “So nice.”

  She grinned and slid a finger through her slick folds, knowing he liked to watch her touch herself. “Want some of this?” Her back arched when she grazed her clit. Somehow, he had gotten her fully aroused in seconds. “Come get it.”

  With a smirk, he dove onto the bed and buried his face in her pussy. He licked and sucked her lips and clit, almost teasing. She ground up into him. He moaned, loving it. Then he dragged his tongue down and paused. She tasted different. He glanced down and saw his semen still seeping out of her. That explained it, but he wasn’t sure what to do. He had never tasted his own fluids.

  Frustrated that he stopped, Mackenzie grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face back down. When he struggled, she looked down. “What’s wrong?” She let him go.

  “Um, well, my cum’s still leaking out.” His eyes met hers, then he looked at her pussy again. “It’s weird.”

  She sighed. “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” She moved her fingers back to her core and slipped a finger inside. Then she sucked off their combined juices. “Tastes good to me.”

  He stared at her in awe. She was OK with tasting herself. He had no reason to balk at it. Leaning down again, he took a few tentative licks. It wasn’t bad, just different. Closing his eyes, he pushed his tongue into her hole. Then he had an idea. He pulled back and climbed over her body, holding his tongue out. When she reached up and sucked the fluids off his tongue, his dick grew harder. That was hot. He wanted to kiss her, but knew that not doing so was rule number one and could not be broken. Instead, he lapped up more of their cum and offered it to her again.

  “God, that’s turning me on.”

  Growling, he went back to eating her out again. Licking, sucking, kissing and nipping, he listened to her moans. He adjusted his body to lie between her legs on his belly. Then she put her feet on his back. Every time he got more aggressive, her hips ground into his face. Her feet pushed his upper body towards her. It was hot as hell.

  He couldn’t take it anymore. One hand slid between his body and the bed. Then he grabbed his stiff cock and started stroking while he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. It wasn’t what he wanted, but better than nothing.

  Head going back, Mackenzie cried out as he sucked on her clit hard and toyed with her opening with his fingers. Becoming almost desperate, she shouted, “Fuck me. God, please fuck me.”

  Jesse didn’t hesitate. He jumped to his knees and lifted her hips to his. Then he pushed into her with a sigh of relief. Her warm pussy hugged his cock with spasms. Her upper body thrashed while he sank deeper and deeper. He knew he would cum fast. All the stimulation was too much already. When he was in balls deep, he pulled her body to him and ground into her as much as possible.

  “Ay!” Mackenzie cried out. The orgasm was ongoing. She hoped she didn’t pass out again. That would make her late for work. “Jesse…” Her voice faltered as he began to thrust, her hips still in the air.

  Within a minute, she clawed at the bedsheet, her back arching even more. He had her hips tilted perfectly. The rim of his cock tortured her sweet spot. Moaning and whimpering, she was blinded by the building rapture. How’s he doing this? It was something Brandon did to her often.

  Jesse could feel she was about to cum again. The pulsating within grew stronger. The sounds she made and her body language told him it was going to be explosive. He was glad because he was on the edge of his own release.

  He drove into her harder, hips moving faster as well. His legs trembled with pending orgasm. A shudder came over him as he tried to keep it at bay. Then she screamed and pushed against him. The rush of fluid over his balls sent him over the cliff. With his own cry of triumph, he came inside her again. Her continued convulsions within prolonged his pleasure. He gritted his teeth as it became a bit painful for him. She crushed his softening dick with her vaginal muscles.

  “Let go. Let go,” he begged. When she relaxed a bit, he pulled out and exhaled loudly. “Sorry, it was kinda hurting.”

  She looked at him with heavy lids. “How?” It was all she could say.

  “I guess your pussy was squeezing too tight.”

  Shaking her head slightly, she explained, “No. How… did you… do… that… to me?” She panted, desperately trying to catch her breath.

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Practice and feeling what you like?” He truly didn’t know how he had made her so crazy. “As long as you enjoyed it.”

  She pushed up to her elbows. “Definitely enjoyed it.” Then she winced. The pleasure had masked the soreness. “Maybe a bit too much.” She rolled off the bed and held on so she could stand. Through clenched teeth, she muttered, “This is going to be interesting.”

  “I hurt you?” He watched her walk gingerly towards the door. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

  She didn’t answer, worried he would blame himself. By the
time she got to the bathroom, she knew she would be walking funny all day. A third round was too much with someone of Jesse’s size. She went straight to the bathroom and closed the door. Leaning against it, she debated calling in sick. Then she remembered the new-hire class she was teaching.

  “Guess not,” she said to the air. A knock startled her. “Yes?”

  Jesse stood on the other side of the door. “Kenzie, did I tear you up or something?”

  He knew he had been rough with her during all three sessions. Once, he had torn a girl slightly, and he never wanted that to happen again. It freaked him out when he found blood on the condom. The girl had to calm him down. If Mackenzie were bleeding, he would never forgive himself.

  Mackenzie ran her fingers over her sensitive folds to check for blood. There was none. “No. I’m OK. Just a bit—sore. I’ll be fine.”

  “Sorry.” He leaned his head on the door. “I didn’t think of that. I never had sex more than once in a night with anyone but you. Most girls can’t take me again.” He sighed, wishing he wasn’t so well endowed. “Can I help somehow?”

  “I’m gonna take a shower.” She turned the water on, hoping he would let it go. Popping a few pain relievers would do the trick. “Do you have Advil or something?”

  Jesse tried the door. It was locked. “Under the sink.” He waited a minute or two. “Kenzie, I gotta take a piss. Let me in.”

  After swallowing two pills, Mackenzie opened the door. “Sorry.” She stepped away from the door. “Let me get in the shower so you have privacy.”

  He relieved himself and went back to bed. Half the bed had wet spots, but he didn’t feel like changing the sheets yet. He was quite sure he would be sated for days after what they had done over the past few hours. When Mackenzie walked into the room in a towel, his cock stirred. He couldn’t believe his body hadn’t had enough yet. What is it about that woman?

  “Do you need anything before I leave?” she asked as she took out her work clothes.

  Jesse shook his head. “I’m good. Exhausted, though.”

  “Yeah, know what you mean.” She sighed. I might come home early, depending on how many questions my students have.”

  He pulled the sheet and blanket over his naked body. “OK. Brandon said something about furniture. I think for the house.”

  Dressing, she replied, “Exactly. He wants us to pick it all out and have it delivered when he comes here. I was thinking Friday. He should be here by then.”

  “Cool.” His eyes started to close. “Just tell me when.”

  She smiled as his body relaxed. “If I get home early enough, we can do it tonight.”

  “OK.” He was tired but didn’t want to be rude. “So, if Brandon won’t be here for a few days, does that mean it’s just me and you?”

  Brushing her hair, she looked at him in the mirror. “You and me what?”

  “Uh, well, sex.” It felt weird to say it. “Are you gonna fuck other guys or just me?” He knew she had one other lover at least. “You don’t plan on having guys over here, do you?” He didn’t think he could handle that. It would be awkward.

  She sighed. “I won’t. If I need one of them, I’ll go to their place.” She smirked. “Doubt I will, though. Your talents come in handy.”

  He glanced at the mirror and grinned. “Good. I’ll be your personal sex slave until he comes home. Anytime, day or night.” He hoped she took him up on that. Then he turned over. He could see her phone was lit up. “I think you got a text or something.”

  “Hope it’s Brandon.” She walked over to her phone and swiped the screen. “It’s him.” She read the text. “He’s home safe and going to bed. I’ll call him later.”

  Jesse yawned. “Yeah. Hard to sleep good on planes sometimes.”

  “I have to hurry up,” Mackenzie announced. She was running out of time.

  After downing a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal, Mackenzie was on her way. When she pulled open the main door to her office building, she concentrated on walking normally. It was harder than she expected.

  Terri spotted her seconds later. “Hey, girl.” She watched Mackenzie’s expression, then smiled at her awkward gait. “Brandon came home, huh?” She winked.

  Mackenzie blushed. “Um no. Jesse did.”

  “Damn. That boy can fuck, can’t he?” Terri was jealous that Mackenzie had so many sex gods in her life.

  “Keep your voice down,” Mackenzie admonished her. “I don’t want anyone here to know I sleep with other men.” She liked her private life kept private. Looking around and finding no one within earshot, she continued, “Yes, he can. Even better than last time.”

  Terri pursed her lips. “Can I have a taste?”

  “Of what?” Mackenzie hoped she didn’t mean a kiss.

  Laughing, Terri knew what she was thinking. “A taste of Jesse. I mean can I fuck him, too?”

  Joining in the laughter, Mackenzie was relieved. “Oh, sure. I think he’d like that. Maybe when Brandon comes home. Foursomes are fun.”

  “Yeah, switching around is fun.” Terri winked. She couldn’t forget their threesome with Brandon. “Let me know when, and I’ll be there.”

  Mackenzie smiled. “Sure. I need to get set up for my class. Talk to you later.” She walked to her office.

  Chapter 29

  Brandon woke up and threw his arm over the empty space next to him. His head jerked up. “It was just a dream. Damn.” He thought Mackenzie was there.

  He stretched and looked around his bedroom. Daylight filtered in through the curtains. He had slept a few hours at least. His flight the night before was rough. There were storms over half the country. Every time he had fallen asleep, turbulence woke him. He hoped the task of packing wouldn’t take too long. Getting back to his woman was his first priority. He missed her.

  With a grunt, he climbed out of bed. Then he checked his phone. There was a text waiting. He opened it and smiled.

  Glad you got home safe. Love you. Miss you. I have class today. Let me know when you’re up and I’ll call when I get a break.

  His grin widened. Then he replied.

  I’m awake and on my feet. Love you and miss you too. Can’t wait to hear your voice again.

  After a trip to the bathroom, he decided to tackle the bedroom first. He opened the closet and groaned. There was a lot to go through. “Damn, this is gonna take forever.” His estimate of two days seemed out of reach.

  Hours later, his phone rang. He had boxes all over the room. It took him a while to find his phone. “Hello?”

  “Hey, baby,” She thought he wasn’t going to answer. “What you up to?” Her class was on a break.

  He smiled. “Knee-deep in crap I collected over the years. Why do I have so much stuff?” He exhaled loudly, wishing he had thrown more things out the last time he and Mackenzie did spring-cleaning. “This is overwhelming.”

  “Should I ask for more time off?” She heard the exasperation in his voice. “I think I can rearrange things this week.”

  He glanced at the floor. “Nah, I got it. I don’t want you to have a problem staying in Cali with me.”

  “But…” She knew her vacation time was depleted and any more time off without working remotely would cost her money and possibly jeopardize her job. If she lost her job, she would have to depend on him more. “You’re right. Wish I could help, though.”

  His phone beeped. “I know. Hang on.” He looked at his phone. It was Jon Harris. “Tink, I have to call you back. Jon’s calling. But you know I love you.”

  “Love you too. Bye.”

  Brandon ended the call and accepted the other. “Hey, Jon. What’s up?”

  “Got something to ask you.” Jon’s tone was all business as he sat in his office at the studio. “You in California or Baltimore?”

  Confused, Brandon hesitantly answered, “Baltimore.”

  “Good.” Jon was relieved. He had planned to call Brandon weeks before. “Can you come up to Demonfire for a meeting Friday? I’m having someone from
each band on the tour here.”

  Brandon sighed. “Yeah, sure.” It meant delaying the trip to Florida, though. “It’s not too far. I’m in the middle of moving to Florida now.”

  “Really?” Jon thought he knew why. “Your girl lives down there, huh?”

  “Yep.” The house they were building came to Brandon. “Hey, I’m gonna put a recording studio in the house we’re having built. Do you think we can record some tracks there for our first album with you guys?”

  Jon replied, “Sure. If you like, I can help you choose equipment. Maybe I can also come down and check it out. Plan a vacation around it. I have one in my basement. Dean does vocals there sometimes. Comes in handy.” He paused, then added, “I’ll need you guys to sign the final deal once your next album is done. It’s better if you sever ties with your old label first.”

  “I’ll get everyone to come up there after we’re done.” Brandon sat on the bed, glad for the break in sorting. “The house should be done by December, from what I’m told.”

  Eyebrows up, Jon said, “Speaking of December, do you remember Triple Threat from Michigan?”

  “Hell yeah!” Brandon realized too late that his excited response was odd. “Yeah, they’re pretty talented. What about them?”

  Jon explained, “Their first album is being released in mid-December. We wanted to time it to come out before the tour. Anyway, I’m gonna throw them a release party. I’d like you all to come, since you’re gonna be one of my bands, and we’re touring together in January. What do you say?”

  “I’m sure we can work it out.” Brandon looked around. “I don’t mean to blow you off, but I have to pack my house up this week.”

  Jon looked up and nodded at Tommy, covering the phone. “Be right there.” Then he uncovered it. “I have to get back to work anyway. Got a new band to check out today. Hope to see you in December.”

  Brandon ended the call and put his phone on the bed. He wished Mackenzie was there to help him. However, because of the meeting at Demonfire, he had an extra day to pack. He hadn’t given her a date that he would be home. Maybe he didn’t need to say anything.