Falling Down(19)

He turns me around and lifts one of my legs up toward his hip, grinding his hard cock against my belly, sliding his leg between mine as he pulls me tight against him, hands on my hips, guiding me to circle my hips with his. I slowly slide my hands up his chest, pausing when I feel the nipple rings. That's seriously sexy. I look up at him through my lashes. He is, of course, grinning. I run my fingertips over the rings, gently tugging on them and he groans aloud. After that, the music fades out and all I hear is my heavy breathing.
My hands continue their ascent to rest on his chest. I'm not tall enough to wrap them around his neck. His thigh rubs between my legs with every swivel of my hips. I raise my arms, arching my back I lift my hair up off the back of my neck, then slowly let it fall back down as I ride his thigh the same way I would ride his cock.
He's not grinning now. Oh no, there's no grin. He is the poster boy for sex and sin. His eyes dark to the color of chocolate, his lids slightly closed. I step closer to him again, standing on tip toe to try and reach him. He bends slightly and I trace my index fingertip over his lips, his lip ring, my mouth parting as I do.
His mouth opens and I slide my finger inside. He licks then sucks it gently into his mouth. I very slowly pull it out. My gaze flicks up to his and there is no doubt in my mind he wants me. Given the chance, if we weren't in public with everyone watching us, he'd probably f*ck me right here--and I'd let him. I get even wetter at that thought. I'm sure he feels the heat and maybe even the wetness between my legs but I'm too turned on to care.
He tucks me in close, his hand on the back of my neck pulling my head to his chest and I note the music has slowed down. His heart beats furiously beneath my ear, I can feel it on my cheek and I know mine is beating just as fast.
Do I want Jesse Kingston? Yes, yes I do. Does it go against my rules of no sex while working with someone? Yep, it does. Am I going to ignore that rule tonight? This is, again, Jesse f*cking Kingston. The man I've been lusting after since seventh grade. The man who took a little piece of my heart in that airport six years ago. The man who is now running his fingertips up and down my spine and nibbling on my ear. My answer is a resounding you betcha baby.
He pulls back a bit then dips down to press a kiss to my forehead. My eyes close of their own volition. He takes advantage and presses light kisses to each eyelid, then to the tip of my nose. Next, one kiss to each cheek, my jawline, my chin until finally he slowly and softly presses his lips against mine.
All breath and rational thinking leave my body. I swear I feel my brain short circuit. If someone were to ask me what two plus two was right now I wouldn't be able to answer. The kiss is no more than a flutter at first. He takes my bottom lip between both of his and sucks gently, the metal of his lip ring biting into mine. I let out a moan as his hands came up to cup my face.
He tilts his head ever so slightly and takes my lips in a breath-stealing kiss. His tongue slides along the seam, demanding me to open to him. There is no room for argument. I know he will accept nothing less than my full submission to his request. I open for him and his tongue slides against mine. I push closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me as he slowly and thoroughly f*cks my mouth with his tongue. It is exquisite. It is bone melting. It is everything I imagined it would be and more.
We kiss and kiss and kiss for what feels like forever when it hasn't been more than a few minutes. He whispers against my lips something I can't hear. I don't think I'm supposed to.
With his hands still cupping my cheeks, he looks directly into my eyes. I'm not sure what he's looking for but whatever it is I'm pretty sure he finds it. His lips come down hard, his tongue dueling with mine as we sway slowly to whatever the hell song is playing. I'm losing myself in him and it feels delicious. I'm not going to lie to myself or to Jesse. I want him. In a very bad way. I'm sure by my responses to him he's already figured that out by now. Just in case he hasn't I whisper to him that I do.