Falling Down(55)

When the spasms subside, I rest my head on Jesse's shoulder and he rests his on mine.
"Holy shit," I whisper.
"Yeah."
He's going to ruin me for all other men. What do I mean going to? He already has I'm sure. Damn it. I shouldn't have done this, but it's too late now. If I hadn't I'd have regretted it for the rest of my life.
"I'm going to be sore."
"How long's it been?"
I shake my head. It's too embarrassing.
"No hiding, remember?"
I sigh. "Fourteen-plus months."
He pulls back and looks at me incredulously, eyebrows raised.
"What? Is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, kinda. Yeah."
I laugh. "Why?"
"You're gorgeous. You're a f*cking movie star. You can have anyone you want whenever you want, I'm sure of that. There wasn't anyone you worked with that you wanted to just f*ck when you were horny one night?"
I look at Jesse wryly. "My last movie was with Aiden Jensen."
He just looks at me blankly.
"Cocaine addicted Aiden Jensen. Asshole Aiden Jensen. Unprofessional as all f*ck Aiden Jensen."
"Wow. How do you really feel, Luce?" he asks with a laugh.
"That movie took too much time, entirely too much time, and before that… it doesn't matter." I shrug. "I'm picky and I can't really just pick up a guy in a bar. I can just see someone taking pictures of me naked or making a video with their phone. If I thought the video of us grinding on the dance floor was too much, can you imagine what I'd have to put up with, with a sex video?"
"Hmm." He scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly slips out of me then tosses the condom into the trash. He sits back in the chair, keeping me straddling his lap, reaches for a napkin and dips it into his water glass. He moves to wipe between my legs and I gasp at both the cold and the soreness between my thighs.
"Sore?"
I nod.
"Let's go take a bath."
"That sounds perfect."
He leans down and picks up both of our shirts, slips mine over my head and his over his head. I push my arms through the sleeves just in time for him to stand and I cling to him like a monkey again. He chuckles as he bends down, drawing a squeal out of me as I hold on tighter so I don't fall, and pulls up his boxer briefs.
He carries me up to his bedroom, punches in the code, and carries me to his bathroom where he's got a ginormous Jacuzzi. He sets me on the counter next to the sink and leans down to turn the water on. When we look for a new house, I want a tub just like this.
"That's going to take all day to fill."
"Nah, it doesn't take that long."
"What time is it anyway?"
He raises a brow. "Why? You got somewhere to be?"
"Shut up, no. I'm just curious how long you've put up with me and haven't gotten sick of me yet."
He steps close and kisses the tip of my nose. "Cupcake, I'm not even close to being sick of you."
"Hmm. Give me time. I'll drive you crazy."
"You already do," he says and wiggles his eyebrows.
"Ha. You drive me just as crazy."
He winks and walks into his bedroom.
"It's 1:15 a.m. and I've already given you five orgasms, counting the multiple you just had out on the patio as one."
I laugh. "You're counting?"
He nods. "Fuckin' A. I've got to keep you happy and pleasured."
"You do, huh?"
"Yep. It's my goal."
"Well, you're doing a great job so far. Such a good job, in fact, that I'm going to have issues walking today."
He grins, all proud of himself, and I roll my eyes. Men.