My breath hitches and based on the smirk on his face, he’s enjoying my reactions. He slides my panties over and goose bumps hit me in waves across my body. The anticipation of him touching me becomes unbearable so I reach for him, but he grabs my hand and places it on the table. “This is all about you, baby, no touching. I’m hard just from pleasing you.”
“Please, Grant,” I whimper and he slowly inserts one finger into me.
“I love it that you’re always ready for me,” he says and I moan when he adds another finger.
His intense blue eyes bore into every part of me. I feel like he’s showing me everything inside of him. There’s sorrow, fear, but most of all love, filling them and making my heart yearn for him even more. I know it’s over…he’s the one for me. No one will ever come close in comparison.
His penetration jolts me out of the moment of extreme intensity and I instantly clench around him, absorbing the feeling of him inside me. He brings me to the edge of the table and I wrap my arms around his neck. He moves gently at first, easing his way into me, but quickly turns frantic. Thrusting into me and swearing, he tells me how good I feel and that he can’t get enough.
“God, I love your cock,” I say with a moan, securing my legs around his torso.
The ecstasy has gotten the better of us and there’s no way we’ll be able to slow the pace this time around. I start bucking my hips and he pushes into me, matching my speed. My hands roam downward and he clenches his ass harder each time. Our mouths are wild and desperate with one another while our hands feverishly try to grab everywhere at once. The anticipation builds fast and intense until screams echo throughout the room when I find my orgasm and he follows me a few seconds later.
I lie on the table, unable to move. “I take back what I said. Nothing compares to you in my kitchen, cooking and feeding me, dressed in my t-shirt, and then lying on my table, exhausted from me fucking you,” he teases and I reach up, pulling him down to me. “God, I love you, Jessa,” he tells me.
“I love you.” I place my hand on his now stubbly face. “Now, take me to your bed,” I instruct him.
“Anytime,” he laughs and picks me up, walking into the bedroom.
Chapter 12
Grant
God, I’m hot…sweaty hot. Jessa’s naked body is wrapped around mine with the covers up to our necks. She must have gotten cold during the night. I grab her arm that’s draped over my stomach and quietly scoot away, gently placing her arm back onto the mattress. Luckily, she doesn’t budge.
Throwing my pants on, I walk out to the living room and see that the sun is already starting to rise. I grab my keys and shove my feet into my sneakers so I can go get our bags out of the truck. The cold wind relieves my heated body as it hits my bare chest, and I quickly jog down the steps to grab the bags from the cab of the truck. When I come back in, I see Jessa through the back window, admiring the view of the lake from the deck.
I drop our bags and head toward the door to meet her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I exclaim after opening the door.
She turns around, giving me a dazzling smile. I could wake up like this for the rest of my days with no regrets.
“Good morning,” she responds, holding the blanket she has wrapped around herself out for me to join her and I do. “I missed waking up to you,” she says.
“I wanted you to sleep in. I got our bags.” I hold her close to me under the blanket, trying to keep us warm.
“Do we have to go home today?” she whines.
“Well, we have classes tomorrow,” I inform her.
“Let’s skip,” she jokes, knowing I won’t.
“I have to work too, but we have the whole day. We can go back late tonight.” If she only knew how much I wish we could stay here forever.
“I know…it just seems like one night isn’t enough.” She kisses my chest.
“Hey, we have spring break in two weeks. I got the time off from Barbells. We’ll have a full week together at your parent’s in Colorado,” I mention, hoping to give her something to look forward to.
“Yeah, with the rest of the band and Sadie. God knows what bimbos Trey and Dex might bring,” she laughs.
“We won’t have to worry about it; we’ll have our own room.” I lead her to the door, into the warmth. “Let’s start today off right. Shower?” I question and she smiles.
Jessa starts the shower and I make my way to the living room to retrieve our bags. By the time I make it into the bathroom, Jessa is already in the shower with shampoo resting in her hair, while she rubs soap all over her body. It’s so erotic, watching the water slide down her soapy body, I can’t help but stand here like a peeping tom. Watching her makes me so hard, I start stroking myself. She finally notices me and opens the shower door.
I make my way over and automatically push her against the glass wall. “Fuck me, Grant,” she says. I prop her body up, holding her only by her ass, and insert myself fast. After observing the private showing for a few minutes, I need to be inside her now. Once I enter her, she grips my shoulders, bringing herself higher and then slams down onto me.
“Jessa, you’re fucking amazing,” I groan. Keeping the rhythm up, we eventually come apart all over each other. “I love fucking you and I fucking love you,” I say to her. Letting her feet find the floor again, I wash her body for her.
In return, Jessa washes my hair and soaps my body before we get out. Just as I give her a towel and wrap one around my waist, I hear knocking on the door.
“Oh shit,” I say, “Mrs. Fletcher’s here.” I had completely forgotten she was coming by this morning.
“Mrs. Fletcher? Here? Why?” Jessa hammers me with three questions right in a row, and for the first time I realize my secret could easily come out today.
“Take your time getting ready. I’ll go greet her.” I give her one brief kiss and walk into the bedroom, scrambling to find some clothes. Putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I make my way to the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Fletcher,” I greet her, opening the door for her.
“Everything okay in here? You didn’t call me last night.” She walks right in with a tray covered with foil of something that smells sweet and tasty.
“Yes, sorry about that, we got in late. Thanks for buying those last-minute groceries for us.” I pull out a chair for her and she sits down.
“Oh, Fred did it. No problem. So, where’s the mystery girl anyway?” she stands up and walks to the oven, turning the dials. “Here are some cinnamon rolls. I made them fresh this morning, but since I wanted to give you and your lady friend some time, they aren’t very hot anymore.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. It really wasn’t necessary.”
“Hi, Mrs. F.” Jessa hops happily into the room. She’s beautiful with her wet, blonde hair and striking black eyeliner. She’s wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, a highly unusual outfit for her, but she pulls it off effortlessly.
“Jessa. You’re the girl?” Mrs. Fletcher sounds surprised and Jessa stops short before giving her a hug, obviously unsure of what her reaction insinuates.
“Yes, she’s the one.” I come alongside Jessa and place my arm around her shoulders.
“Oh my…” Mrs. Fletcher appears taken aback by the revelation and I’m afraid of what’ll come out of her mouth. “That’s wonderful. You finally picked the right one, Grant.” She points her finger at me before embracing Jessa, while I release a relieved breath.
“He’s a good one, Jessa,” she says to her and backs away, looking at me. “And she’s a good one. Don’t mess it up.” She pokes her finger into my chest four times.
“I’ll try,” I laugh, glancing over at Jessa, who still seems unsure of the situation.
“So, Mrs. F, what are you doing here?” she asks.