He chuckled. “You shouldn’t be. It’s just one more thing you’re good at, I’m sure. You’ve always been amazing, Jessica. You just didn’t let a lot of people see before.”
I blushed and looked down at my plate, taking the first bite of my food. I frowned a little, thinking there wasn’t enough salt, but decided against saying anything. Ross loved it as it was.
“You’re the only one who’s ever said that to me.”
He scoffed. “I’m sure you’ve dated before, Jessica.”
I hesitated, then shrugged. “They never really lasted long, though.”
He didn’t reply, and, when I looked up, his expression was almost pained. He was staring down at the table and had paused eating. I reached across the table for one of his hands and squeezed a little. When he looked up at me, I smiled.
“Ross, you need to stop worrying about all that shit from the past. Yeah, what happened with you probably had something to do with how terrible my relationships went, but it’s not like I was in them by myself.” I shrugged. “I guess I’ve just always had crappy taste in men.”
He grimaced and tried a smile, though it was shaky around the edges. “So, you lump me in with that?”
I snorted. “Of course, Ross.” Then I smiled again. “But you’ve, to a point, redeemed yourself.”
He arched an eyebrow. “To a point?”
“You’ve still got a long way to go.”
He smiled crookedly at me, his hand turning under mine to squeeze my hand back.
“I guess that means I’ve still got room to impress you, huh,” he joked back.
We shared a smile, then went back to silence as we finished eating. The air between us was warm and comfortable. I relaxed back into my chair as we ate. Once we were done, I got up, picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. Before I could start to wash them, though, strong arms wound around my waist, hands clasping over my stomach. Then I felt Ross pressed up against my back. He pressed a kiss to my temple, then down my cheek, and to my neck.
“Ross,” I whispered, only to gasp when he suddenly latched onto my neck and sucked.
“Leave them for now.”
But I shook my head. Either way, if we were going to have fun, we needed to let the food settle. It was never fun having sex right after food, and I wanted to have fun for a while tonight. The last time in my room had been impulsive, and we’d both had to hold back. I didn’t plan on that for tonight.
“Let’s just wash the dishes first,” I said, my voice coming out as a plea as he continued to kiss, lick, and suck down the side of my neck.
He groaned in disappointment, then sighed against my throat. After a final squeeze around my middle, he released me to stand beside me.
“Fine,” he muttered.
I didn’t miss the look he threw me out the corner of his eye, though.
There was tension between us as we washed the dishes, but it was the good kind of tension. He’d pushed back the sleeves of his shirt, and every time his bare forearm brushed against mine, I shivered.
When we were done, Ross took my arm and rushed us upstairs, and I didn’t fight against him, running right after him. He dragged us to his room and closed the door behind us. Then he pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine.
I moaned as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I licked along his lower lip until he parted his lips, and I slid my tongue in to map the inside of his mouth. I rolled my tongue over, under, and around his, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades.
He pulled back when we both needed to breathe.
“What’s the rush?” I whispered, pressing against his chest so he would move back a little. He did so reluctantly. “I’m here for the night, remember? For the weekend, actually.”
He chuckled, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. But I’ve wanted this for a while, you know. Having you in my room…”
“Because we did it in my room last time?” I teased.
“No, not that. Although it was fucking awkward getting out of that situation and facing your mother again.”
I snorted. “You don’t know the half of it. You left after that, but my mom and my aunt both seemed to know something happened.”
Even though we’d cleaned up after. It had been an awkward night after my aunt left. My mom and I were both quiet the entire time, and I couldn’t run away fast enough.
“Can you open my dress for me?” I asked, turning around and holding my hair up so he could see. “I don’t want you to rip it by accident.”
There was silence, then Ross chuckled and moved closer. I could feel the warm wash of his breath on my nape as he took the zipper between his fingers and tugged it carefully down.
“Has that happened to you a lot?”
I shrugged as I turned around again. “A lot more than you’d think.”
His eyes met mine as I tipped my head back. He moved closer, so he had me against the door again. His hands reached for the straps of my dress and pulled them down my arms, allowing my dress to slip off. Then he looked down at my body, and I stood still and let him. I’d chosen my underwear hoping for just this situation. I wore one of my few lingerie pieces, a lacy piece in black and red.
“You like?” I asked coyly, even though a part of me was feeling a bit insecure.
I shouldn’t have worried. He smirked at me, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist, tugging my body closer to his.
“Are you kidding? I love it. Though I admit, I’d love to see you out of it even more.”
I breathed a silent sigh of relief and leaned up on my tiptoes to peck his lips for the compliment. Before he could trap me in another kiss again, I pulled away from him. He let me, and I went over to the bed and sat on the edge.
“Strip,” I commanded.
He looked at me in surprise, before he smirked again.
“As you wish,” he said, almost flippantly.
I watched as he stripped. He didn’t try to make a show of it, pulling his clothes off quickly and systematically, tossing them on top of a chest of drawers pressed against the wall. As he did that, I squirmed back on the bed until I could lay my head down on the pillow and waited for him. He was done in no time, and he followed me on the bed, crawling up me.
“Right here,” I murmured, parting my legs as my arms reached for him.
He groaned into my mouth as he slowly lowered his body onto mine. I took one of his hands in mine and brought it to my breast, squeezing around it and gasping at the friction on my nipple. Then Ross pulled away from the kiss, making me whine. But he just kissed down my chin, then down my neck to the space between my breasts. He kneeled above me and glanced up at me as he cupped both my breasts in his palms.
“It’s a front clasp,” I gasped out. “Take it off.”
He chuckled again. “Someone’s assertive,” he teased.
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s fucking sexy,” he growled, nipping the side of my breast and making me jump a little.
Ross undid the clasp of my bra, the cups falling aside to reveal my breasts. Ross moaned, cupping one in his palm as he kissed the other, licking on the underside as he made his way up to my nipple. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it, as he rubbed his palm against my other nipple. I gasped and arched my back at the twin assault. He lightly tugged my nipple between his teeth, then smoothed it over with a flick of his tongue. Then he switched the attention of his mouth to the other nipple.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Ross…”
I struggled to push myself up a bit, just far enough to slide off my bra straps and toss my bra to the floor. When I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed lightly, he got the hint immediately, giving one last, hard suck on my nipple before releasing it.
“Impatient, too,” he rumbled. “We’ve got all night.”
“I know,” I moaned. “But this is mostly your fault. I’ve been turned on since you picked me up.”
He looked up at me, and when I m
et his eyes, he gave me a wink. “You’re not the only one, you know. But I want to do this right this time.”
I wasn’t sure how long I could last before it became too much, though. The whole afternoon suddenly felt like foreplay, the lead-up to this. So I wasn’t interested in more, at least not for the moment. But, before I could protest, Ross’s hands skimmed down my sides, and he licked a line down between my breasts to the line of my panties. His hands on my hips took hold of either side of the lace and tugged down.
I lifted my legs for him as he slid them off my legs and tossed them aside. Then he placed his hands on my knees to spread my legs to either side of his kneeling body. He slid his hands down the inside of my thighs, and my body shuddered when he fingered my sex.
“Fuck, Jessica,” he whispered, eyes between my thighs.
I could feel my face flush at his intent gaze. I was almost tempted to cover up with my hands and close my legs. But he was moving before I could try to.
Ross pressed a kiss on my knee, then his lips slid to the inside of my thighs, licking, sucking, and nipping his way down. All the while, his fingers rubbed my clit and teased at my entrance. He latched onto the skin at the top of my thigh and sucked. I cried out as I arched my back, rolling my hips for more.
Instead, he moved up to my other knee, and repeated the whole process, making me groan in part disappointment, part pleasure.
His lips slid all the way down my thigh, and I held my breath as he licked at the soft skin, going lower and lower, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt the tip of his tongue press against my clit.
“There,” I moaned, shifting my legs. “Right there, Ross.”
His chest rumbled, and I could feel the vibration as he pressed his mouth against my sex, and kissed there like he’d kissed my mouth just moments before, with lips and tongue and teeth.
My body writhed in pleasure, my knees tensing around his shoulders as my hands clenched in his hair to press him harder against me. Pants and moans slipped out of my mouth as I rolled my hips against his mouth. He sucked gently on my clit, and then licked down until he was at my entrance.
When he thrust his tongue inside me, my back arched sharply as I cried out, my legs tightening around him. He did it again, thrusting in and out, mimicking what I hoped he would be doing with his cock soon. Then one of his hands slid up my hip, over my waist, and up my ribs to cup my breast. His thumb rubbed my nipple in circles, and I pulled one of my hands from his hair to play with my other nipple.
“Ross!” I cried out his name.
He pulled his tongue out of me, making me moan, but then he was wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard, at the same time pinching my nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. I cried out again as I came, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over me. I slumped against the bed as my body calmed down. I shuddered once more when Ross licked my clit, before pulling back and looking up at me.
Ross watched me, smirking, as I panted to catch my breath.
“I’m not done with you yet, you know,” he growled, and there was a smugness to his voice I would have scoffed at if I wasn’t so breathless.
“I would be disappointed if you were,” I admitted.
His smirk softened into a smile, and he leaned over my body to press his lips against mine. I parted my mouth for him, and I shivered as he shared my taste with me. My arms wrapped around his neck, still weak but gaining strength as my body slowly grew aroused once again.
“Get a condom,” I commanded, not willing to wait for more.
Chapter 10
Ross
I pulled away from Jessica reluctantly, but she was right. This was one thing we couldn’t mess up. I’d done it once, and, while I loved my daughter, I wasn’t looking forward to any more unplanned pregnancies anytime soon.
The thought of later made my blood sing and had me moving faster. I didn’t mention it to Jessica, but I could see more with her, later. We were sleeping together now, but we hadn't talked, so I didn’t know what our relationship was now. But I was working on wearing her down. It had worked so far. In time, I was hoping we could have the conversation and she wouldn’t revert to her former cold demeanor.
Right then, though, all that was the last thing on my mind.
I’d bought some condoms with my groceries for the first time in a while, and I took one from my nightstand.
Jessica watched intently as I smoothed the rubber over my cock. I was so turned on that I shuddered just touching myself. I wrapped my hand tight around the base of my cock and squeezed a little because I planned on making her orgasm again before I came.
“What’s taking you so long?” she asked, voice languid.
When I opened my eyes, though I hadn't realized I’d closed them, she was staring at my dick. I grinned as I stroked my hand slowly up to the tip, and watched as her eyes followed the movement.
“Don’t want this to be over so quickly.”
She sighed and shifted slightly on the bed. “I wish I could have tasted you first.”
She sounded like she was murmuring to herself. But I heard her, and my body reacted even as I huffed out a laugh.
“I wouldn’t have lasted, Jessica.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she said. She looked up at me from under her lashes as she smiled up at me. “We have all night, after all. All weekend.”
I moaned, taking my hand off my dick.
“We’ll make it count,” I said. It was a promise.
I placed both my hands underneath her thighs, lifting her legs slightly up and out. I paused for a moment, my eyes sliding down from her face, with her slightly flushed cheeks and dark, puffed lips, to her peaked nipples, and down to her glistening sex.
Finally, deciding I’d waited enough, I rolled my hips forward. We both moaned as the head of my cock rubbed against her sex, and I moved my hips to press against her clit. Jessica arched her hips as I moved mine until I was positioned at her entrance. I pushed forward, entering her in a single, smooth thrust.
“Don’t just sit there,” Jessica said, voice breathless. “Move, Ross.”
I did, pulling back to the tip, then sliding back in, torn between looking to where we were joined, or at the expressions on Jessica’s face as I moved inside her. It wasn’t that hard a decision to make, and I wrapped her legs around my hips as I lowered my body over hers, bracing with my forearms on either side of her shoulders so I didn’t crush her.
Jessica moaned at the shift in angle as I thrust in and out of her body, increasing the pace little by little. I leaned down to peck her lips, then kiss along her cheek and down to her neck. We couldn’t go this far before, but here, now, we were free to make as much noise as we wanted. Jessica took full use of the liberty, and every cry from her lips only had me moving faster, fucking her harder, until the bed creaked with every movement.
“Ross!”
I hummed as I pressed my lips to Jessica’s pulse point. Her hands were on my shoulder blades, fingers digging in painfully, but I relished the sting. I wrapped an arm around her waist, arching her hips for me, and she was crying out louder, almost enough to drown out the sound of skin slapping against skin. I bit into her neck and sucked, muffling my moans as I could feel myself drawing close.
Jessica’s limbs tightened around me as her body broke out in shudders, her insides convulsing around my cock as she came, and I climaxed right behind her. Our bodies rocked together through orgasm. My body gave a last shudder, and I rolled, so I was on my side, moving Jessica with me. I didn’t bother to pull out yet, and she didn’t seem to mind, throwing an arm around my waist and a leg over my hip as she cuddled against my chest.
Suddenly, she chuckled.
“Should I be worried that you’re laughing right after sex?” I said, my voice teasing, though I was a little apprehensive.
“Oh, that was wonderful. That’s kinda why I’m laughing.”
My eyebrows shot up, though she had her face buried in my chest, so she didn’t see.
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br /> “I’m not sure I get the joke,” I said slowly.
Jessica sighed, tightening her limbs around me.
“It’s no joke. I’m laughing at myself. Although, I was thinking how things could have been different if…”
“If I didn’t fuck things up back then,” I finished for her.
She didn’t reply, but I didn’t need her to. I’d regretted it ever since, sure, but that didn’t change that I didn’t stop it in time, though I’d had plenty of chances. I was a coward. I was also a teenager then, yes, but that was hardly a good enough excuse.
“I’m not sure if this is the right time to bring up this discussion,” I said slowly, Jessica keeping silent and waiting for me to finish. “But I am sorry about what happened before, Jessica. You don’t have to forgive me, I know I don’t deserve it, but I do wish you would. We can never move forward if we don’t get it out of the way at some point.”
Jessica was very still next to me, and I bit my lip, wondering if I’d said something wrong. She wasn’t ready to move forward, at least, not with me.
Then she moved. For a moment, I panicked, tightening my arms. But then she squirmed, and I loosened my grip. I reached down to grip the edge of the condom as I slipped out of her, then pulled it off and dropped it off to the side. I’d have to remember to clean up tomorrow morning.
“Don’t worry,” she said like she could tell I was worried. “I’m not going anywhere; I just don’t want to have this conversation while you’re inside me.”
It was completely understandable. She reached for the covers that we’d pushed aside and dragged a sheet over the both of us. She laid down beside me, facing me, and met my eyes.
“But I forgive you for what happened. I did listen to your explanation, and I can agree now that high school is shit, and shit happens in high school. Back then, and for a while after that, I just didn’t want to understand you.”
“And now?” I asked tentatively.
“Now… I can look past what happened. It was a cruel thing to do, but I know that’s not the kind of person you are. Sophia wouldn’t be so wonderful if you were that bad of a guy, after all. You asked for a second chance, and I guess I never verbally agreed to that, either. So, I’m going to say it right now; yes.”
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