Confessions of a Bad Boy(41)

“Like I’d prefer this to be a funeral rather than a birthday party.”

“Nate! Don’t say things like that! That’s awful!”

The mansion creeps slowly into full view, already surrounded by various oversized and overpriced cars, guests already shouting and talking loudly around it.

“Awful or not, it’s the truth.”

The foreground of the mansion is about as big as a parking lot – and just as full of vehicles. I ease my car into the nearest available space, a full forty yards from the front door. I kill the engine, grip the wheel tightly, and focus my vision on the horn, psyching myself up.

“So what’s the plan?” Jessie asks gently.

I nod a little at the question.

“We go in, and we look for either my father or my mother, whoever we find first,” I say, with the severity of someone planning a bank heist. “We don’t have to worry about my cousins or step-siblings – I’m sure they’ll notice me. I’ll have a conversation with both of them, which will probably end in an argument, and then we’ll get as far the f*ck away from here as possible.” My mind whirls with ugly memories, old hurts – triggering what feels like PTSD. I don’t know whether to laugh at it all, start breaking shit, or just run.

“Okay…Nate, why are you breathing so heavily?”

“I’m not…what? I’m fine…”

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

Jessie puts a hand on my shoulder and I jump a little.

“Shit, Nate. You don’t look alright. You’re about as tense as someone on trial.”

“My family is the worst kind of trial.”

“You’re going to be fine, alright? Come on.”

Jessie opens the car door and stops the second she notices I don’t do the same, shutting it again and turning to me. I look over at her, trying not to look so anxious, but the sympathetic expression she pulls tells me I’ve failed.

“Actually, you know what? You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just leave if you want,” she says softly, pressing a hand gently on my forearm.

“That would make things even worse,” I mumble at the dashboard.

“Nate, look at me.”

Her cool fingers go to my chin and turn my face slowly towards hers. She’s close, leaning in, her eyes wide and round and hypnotic, somehow giving me something to focus on, to steady myself. She brushes her fingers across my jaw, and her soft touch seems to loosen the pressure inside of me a little. Her lips part slowly, and then she kisses me.

I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds after she pulls away, savoring the soft touch of her lips on mine. A touch that feels like her fingers on my soul, caressing it and protecting it from the darkness and bitterness that’s built up inside. When I open my eyes again she’s still there, still leaning towards me, and it’s like I’m in a different place – and I realize I am. I’m no longer on the grounds of my dad’s mansion. I’m with her.

She kisses me again, this time with more passion, her tongue f*cking my throat, but this isn’t the guilty pleasure we embraced at the retreat anymore. This isn’t two people realizing how wrong something is and getting turned on by it, this is something that feels right. I press my seat back and Jessie straddles me swiftly, her hands fumbling at my fly as her tongue continues to press into me ravenously.

I let my hands explore her curves, pulling her toward me so the thrill of her soft body makes all the blood rush to my cock. She feels the hardness stirring against her and grasps it between her fingers, releasing it from my pants and pressing her * against it through her jeans. She grinds back and forth, panting softly in my ear, her breath warm against my neck.

Within minutes she’s got me worked up to the point where I feel like I’m about to explode. She knows by now that I love her tongue in my mouth, she knows by now just the way to work my cock, she knows by now I can’t resist her when she makes those eyes at me. She slides back until she’s perched on her knees beside me, and bends her face down over my cock, eyes fixed on mine, flashing a devilish smile before she takes me in her mouth.

Her tongue-f*cking was passionate enough, but when she works that tongue against the end of my cock, it’s almost feverish. I slam my head back onto the seat like I just went from zero to sixty in less than a second, her ripe lips coaxing and controlling me with a skill and talent that seems almost unfair.

When I feel the start of a different kind of rush I raise my head and look at her, those hazel eyes burning through me like a poker, like they’re just begging me to get off. I come hard and fast inside her mouth, and then melt back into my seat as if I was dropped there from thirty thousand feet.

Jessie shuffles back onto the passenger side and I roll my head to the side to look at her.

“Feel better?” she smiles.

“Yeah,” I drawl in a voice dowsed in satisfaction. “But it’s getting kinda scary how good you are at that.”

“Just my luck to have a talent I can’t put on my resume.”

“Just put down that you’re full of ideas.”

She laughs softly. “Only when the job’s satisfying.”

We step out of the car and start walking up toward the mansion’s large doors.