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“No hooking up with other people.”
“We’ve already established that. Anything else?”
He cocks his head to the side, pretending to consider it. “Nope. I think that about covers it.”
He flexes his hips into me, and I close my eyes, loving the way it feels. “Jess,” I breathe, trying—and failing—to keep from squirming. He leans in, his lips close to my ear.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” His teeth clamp around my earlobe and tug. I nod in response as he brings a hand down to stroke me on the outside of my boy shorts, applying the faintest amount of pressure. “Say it, Allie.”
I stay silent, pushing back on him in response. A single finger slides along my crease, but he doesn’t give me more than that. Lust trumps pride when he touches me like this. “Make me feel good,” I whisper. “Please.”
No sooner do the words leave my lips than he pushes my underwear aside, sliding a thick finger inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, arching my back. He pulls back slightly, and when I open my eyes, I find him watching where we’re joined, his eyes hooded.
“Open your legs for me,” he rasps. I let my knees fall to the side, and he sucks in a breath. It makes me feel powerful knowing he’s affected like this.
Suddenly, his finger is gone, leaving me empty as he sits back on his heels and shoves his boxers down just low enough to free his cock. I can’t look away as he fists himself, slowly moving up and down his length. The pulse between my legs throbs, and I have the sudden urge to taste him, but Jesse has other ideas.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
I hesitate, biting down on my lip. I’ve never done that in front of anyone. Somehow, it feels more personal. Dirtier. And I’m surprised to find it only gets me hotter.
I trail my hand down my stomach slowly, stopping between my thighs. I tease my clit through my underwear, loving how Jesse’s eyes flare as he watches me.
“Take them off,” he says, working himself.
I push them down my legs, and once they’re to my knees, he tugs them off, letting them drop to the floor. Planting my feet on the mattress, I spread my bent knees, giving him a better view.
“Fuck, Allie.”
Using two fingers, I rub myself in small circles. I don’t expect it to feel so good, but I’m already close to the edge, rolling my hips into my touch. I need him to touch me. Kiss me. Anything at this point. Wanting to push him into action, I use my free hand to pull my shirt up before teasing my nipples with my fingertips.
Jess groans, leaning down to swipe his tongue across the hardened tip. My heart pounds faster, blood rushing through my ears as he tugs it between his teeth and pulls.
“Oh my God, Jess,” I moan, my hand moving faster. I squeeze my eyes shut, lost in the sensations, when I feel him nudge against my entrance. My eyes fly open, but he doesn’t push farther, sliding his head up and down my slit as I continue to rub myself.
Feeling bold, I move my hand down farther, wrapping it around him. He’s thick and smooth and hard in my hand. He lets out a strangled curse as he releases his grip. He pulls his shirt up so he can have an unobstructed view as I pump his length. He rocks forward slightly, nudging in a little more before pulling back out.
“Do it again,” I urge, needing more.
He repeats the motion, then licks his thumb before bringing it to my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge. I tighten around his tip, every nerve ending tingling as I come, shuddering beneath him. I feel light-headed and dizzy, my hand around him going slack. He takes over, pumping hard, abs tensing. A few more strokes and he’s pulling away abruptly, spilling onto my inner thigh.
Jess and I haven’t so much as left the room all day. It’s two P.M. and we’ve been in bed alternating between having more not sex and watching movies on his laptop. He never pushed for more. I know what’s holding me back, but why he hasn’t tried to seal the deal is beyond me. It’s almost some sort of game between us to see who breaks first, and I’ll admit, I’m very close to losing that battle.
Dehydrated and hungry as hell, we finally see the light of day when we decide to grab lunch at Blackbear before my shift starts. The closer we get to the restaurant, the more I start to rethink this idea. It’s bad enough that he’s always hanging out during my shift and watching me intently. But showing up for lunch together looks an awful lot like a date.
“Relax, Allie.”
My gaze snaps up to Jesse’s.
“I am relaxed,” I lie, and he sends a pointed look at my hands that are twisting in my lap.
“We’re living together. Roommates eating a meal together isn’t exactly unheard of.”
I bristle at his snarky tone. Jess pulls into a parking spot behind Blackbear and cuts the engine.
“I didn’t mean anything by—”
He shakes his head. “It’s fine. Let’s go inside. I’m fucking starving.”
