Beneath This Man(59)

'Fuck!' Jesse roars. I feel him tense, and then the grinding circles of his hips against my backside.

He moans.

I moan.

I'm shaking all over. Proper uncontrollable, tingling, rippling shakes.

One of my wrists is released from the cuffs and I pull my arm above my head as he collapses on top of me, flattening me beneath him. He holds himself inside me, jerking and kicking as he grinds around and around, extracting every modicum of pleasure from me.

I'm surprised at myself and my revelation. I'm a filthy, kinky minx! The heady combination of pleasure and soreness has totally knocked me out and despite my reservations, I'm glad I saw it through. That has just proved, beyond a doubt, I could never deny him.

He lays his arms over mine and dots light kisses at the nape of my neck while moaning and lazily gyrating his hips into me. 'Friends?' he whispers softly in my ear, nibbling my lobe. His soft velvet voice is a million miles away from the brutal sex Lord I've just encountered.

'Where did that come from?' I ask. I'm still in shock. I've met many levels of his sexual capabilities, but this one has dazed me completely. I can't believe I didn't see it coming. If that had been a sense f*ck, I would have foregone everything, but I'll keep that to myself.

He drags my lobe between his teeth. 'Tell me we're friends.'

'We're friends.' I sigh. 'Tell me where that came from.'

He reaches up and releases my other wrist from the cuffs, the absence of the heavy burden a relief. He slips out of me and flips me over, holding my wrists at either side of my head. I look up at him, waiting for an answer, but it doesn't seem forthcoming. Should I keep my mouth shut?

He eventually speaks. 'I like hearing you scream.' He grins. 'And I like knowing that I'm the one making you scream.'

Ha! Mission accomplished. 'I have a sore throat.' I pout.

He drops a kiss on my lips. 'Are you hungry?'

'No.' I'm really not, and I'm not getting out of this bed either. It's not even eight o'clock.

'I'll go and get you some water and then we can snuggle, deal?' he asks, circling his nose with mine.

'Deal.' I agree. Snuggle? Is he kidding me? After that? This man is like the sex version of Jekyll and Hyde.

He gives me a light kiss before peeling himself away from me, and I crawl up the bed, settling on my front and reveling in his scent all over the sheets. I'm absolutely bushed and my arse stings a little. If I wasn't so satisfied and sated, I would be enormously pissed off that he has just gotten the upper hand. He doesn't know it, but he has just derailed my evening plans. I'm way too tired to pursue my truth f*ck now.

I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling and battle away the unwanted thoughts that are raiding my exhausted mind. How many women? I've maintained I don't want to know the answer to that question - the one that keeps popping up, uninvited and pointlessly into my brain. But unreasonable curiosity is making its unwanted presence hard to ignore. If I wasn't so shattered, I might give that direction of thought more attention, but I am, so I close my eyes and quietly thank Jesse for draining me of any energy to pursue my unreasonable fit of curiosity.

'Baby, have I f*cked you unconscious?' The bed dips and I feel his warm, hard body flank me. I drag myself onto my side. 'Strawberry?' He brushes the cool, plump fruit across my bottom lip, and I open to take a bite. 'Good?'

'Very.' I say around my mouthful of delicious, ripe strawberry. I'm definitely hungry for these.

He starts grazing on his lip. Oh no. What's he thinking? My chews slow down as I watch his eyes dart around a bit.

He finally speaks. 'You didn't mean it, did you? When you said you didn't live here?'

I pause mid-chew and look at the worried face in front of me. His frown line is slowly creeping across his brow. 'You want me to live with you, but you won't even tell me how old you are.' I raise my eyebrows. He has got to see the weirdness in this. There's a whole lot of other stuff as well, stuff that I'm trying my hardest to ignore - and failing - but I'll stick to this minor detail for now.

'What difference does my age make?' he asks as he pops a strawberry into his own mouth.

I shake my head, watching him chew. 'Okay,' I swallow. 'What do I tell my parents when they ask? In fact, what do I tell my family when they enquire about your profession?'

Profession? Is there a professional name for Jesse?