Page 33 of Never Pucking Ending

Duly fucking noted.

Belle gets out one word, our chests so close I can feel her hard nipples even under the layers of clothes. “Please,” she whispers with a need in her voice that I have only ever fantasized about.

I grin, reaching out to pull open the drawer of her nightstand.

“What are you—?” Her question stops short when she hears the buzz from her vibrator. Cheeks pinkening, her eyes dart between the toy and me.

I kiss her once, only briefly, with a wide smile on my face. “If you think I haven’t heard you use this on yourself, you’re wrong. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to get myself off to the sounds you make when you make yourself come.”

She sucks in a breath, at a complete loss for words as I lower the vibrator between us and press it against her. Her hips buck at the sensation of the toy against her clit, but I don’t let her move it away. I’ll be dammed if I don’t see her orgasm at least once tonight.

“I-I didn’t know…” Her words trail off as a moan rips through her when I move the toy up and down her slit before letting it rest on her clit again. Involuntarily, her legs fall open to give me more access to them.

I settle against her, rolling my hips against the bed for the friction that my cock desperately needs. One of her hands grips the sheets while the other wraps around my wrist. Not to stop me from what I’m doing, but to ground her.

Her string of oh my God and feels so good and incoherent mumbles are a turn on that I never knew I had. Obviously, I’ve always liked getting women off. There’s a confidence boost in knowing what you’re doing feels good to somebody else. But some women faked it like they were on set getting paid to be the loudest, and others simply slept with me to say they could.

This is entirely different.

It’s Belle, and there’s nothing more that I want to do than help her feel good until she forgets her own damn name.

“I want to see you fall apart,” I tell her against her lips, pressing the vibrator harder against her until she bucks up again. “I want to see you come, Belle. I fucking need it like I need to breathe. I’ve been wondering what you look like, and nothing could do it justice like seeing it for myself.”

A new flush washes over her face as her fingertips grip my wrist tighter, clenching and unclenching as her mouth falls open and her head tilts back. She’s close.

“Please,” I plea, nipping her jaw, then her neck, then her bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth. When I move my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Let go for me, baby girl.”

Her body arches up, her legs curling into her on either side of me as a guttural noise rises in her throat. “Jesse,” she calls out in a gasp, her eyes rolling back as her fingernails dig so hard into my skin that they leave crescent marks that I’ll wear with pride.

The orgasm takes over her body for a solid thirty seconds before she finally settles onto the bed again. Her breathing is rough, but not nearly as bad as mine after seeing the way she completely loses herself.

And the way she said my name…

God fucking dammit.

I turn the toy off and set it aside, reclaiming her mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. “I have never seen anything hotter in my life,” I tell her.

She giggles in disbelief. “You’re lying, but I appreciate it.”

I shake my head, pushing myself up to look her in the eyes. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are glazed, but not glassy the same way they were when she came home. “I mean every word I say, Bells. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t daydreamed about what you looked like when you orgasm. Not since the first time I heard you using this on yourself.”

She sinks her top teeth into her bottom lip when I pick the toy back up. “I had no idea you heard. I thought…” Her throat bobs. “I thought maybe you did one time, but I didn’t want to believe it. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Baby, any time you want to get even and listen to me get off you just let me know,” I muse, smiling against her mouth as I drag out another kiss. I’m still hard and uncomfortable and want nothing more than to strip her jeans and shirt off and take my sweet ass time with her. I pull away and study her face. “What do you want?”

It’s completely up to her. Just because I have very detailed ideas of where I’d like to put my face, fingers, and cock doesn’t mean she’s down.

She lets out a quiet, short breath. “I…” Her words trail off as she studies me, her palms going to my arms and resting on each bicep. “I don’t know. Maybe we could…we could get it out of our systems.”

Everything inside of me freezes at her words.

I stare at her.

And stare.

And stare.

And try to decipher if I heard her right.