Page 75 of Dirty Like Me
The motherfuckingbet.
He was trying to make me lose the bet.
I wrenched my mouth away from his, panting for breath. “Wait,” I gasped.
“Tired of waiting,” he panted, kissing my neck.
“It’s only been like a week.”
“Try two goddamn months,” he mumbled against my skin. “Never waited this long for a girl. Any fucking girl.”
“Two months?” I asked, confused. “Since we met?”
“Since we shot the video and I started thinking about doing this.” He gripped me under my knees, hitched my bare thighs up around his hips and thrust against me. I wrapped my legs tight around him and he growled into my neck, dry-humping me against the door like he wanted to fuck me right through it. “Fuck, Katie,” he groaned.
I almost lost it right there. It was the tone of his voice, like he was starving for me. But I tried like hell to keep my head. Because I had no idea if I could trust my instincts on this, or if my wires were just short-circuiting from hormonal overload.
I looked up at the ceiling. It had been a long, agonizing week, and I needed to come so badly I was afraid I’d explode all over him if he looked at me wrong. I still hadn’t tried out my new vibrator. Because I was an idiot, apparently. I’d gotten myself off in the shower a couple of times, quickly, but that was just barely keeping me sane. It was nowhere near satisfying the desire I had for the man currently wrapped between my legs to fuck the living hell out of me. And if he kept grinding up against me like this… fuck. I felt like a live wire about to go off in a shower of sparks.
“What about the bet?” I panted, shoving at his chest to hold him off as he sucked on my neck. “How do we know when someone loses the stupid bet?”
“Whoever comes first?”
I laughed nervously. “Uh-uh.” I bit my lip as he ran his tongue up my throat and nibbled my ear. The man’s oral fixation was turning me into a panting, quivering mess. “Whoever touches the other person’s goodies first.”
He looked at me. “Goodies?” Incidentally, his fingertips were mere inches from mine, since his hands were digging into my ass as he gripped me tight against him.
“You know what I mean.Dick. Pussy.No touching.”
I could’ve sworn I saw flames leap to life in the dark depths of his eyes as he swiped his tongue over his lip. “I like it when you say dirty words.” Then he kissed his way down my throat as I clutched at his muscular back, trying not to dissolve in a puddle of ecstasy.
“What’s the matter, Jesse?” I pretty much purred, pretending like hell that this wasn’t driving me insane. Maybe Iwasa good actress. “You wanna touch my pussy?”
He growled and picked me up, hauling me to the bed. I screamed as he swung me around and laughed, again nervously, as he tossed me on my back on the bed.
Jesse wasn’t laughing as he followed me onto the bed on his knees. “Those are fighting words, woman.” He hooked his arms under my legs and yanked me toward him, so my dress bunched up around my waist and my crotch ended up in his lap. Then he lowered himself onto me, ramming the hard bulge in his jeans against me.
Before I could protest, he kissed me. Then he tore off his shirt, losing at least one button in the process. I heard it hit the wall as I gripped the bedspread beneath me, trying to resist putting my hands on his naked chest. But as he thrust against me, I couldn’t stop myself from riding up and down a bit on the hard package in his jeans. His heat was soaking through the thin cotton of my panties, creating hot, maddening friction.
He yanked my sundress and bra down, baring my breasts. Then he leaned down and groaned, running his tongue over the peak of one nipple as I panted beneath him.
Fuck. Too much. Too fucking fast.
“This wasn’t on your no-touch list…” He flicked my hard, throbbing nipple with his tongue and I gasped.Fuck—it totally wasn’t. Major oversight. I grabbed his hair in fistfuls meaning to stop him.
He didn’t stop.
He totally ignored my grip on his hair and my attempts to squirm away, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I cried out.
My heart was going full-throttle, like a runaway train. I tried to relax, giving in for just a sec so my heart wouldn’t explode. I tried to collect my scrambled thoughts but words were totally failing me.
I tried to reason that he was trying to make me lose.
I knew he was, and I couldn’t afford to lose to him. If I did that, I’d be setting myself up for a world of hurt. A world in which Jesse Mayes could use me up and toss me away like yesterday’s lay.
I definitelywantedto let him tear off my clothes and fuck the hell out of me, repeatedly, but I couldn’t. Not like this. Not when I didn’t know if it was just about the bet or just about him wanting something he couldn’t have, or about anything at all other than him just wantingme.
