Page 43 of Hiding from Hope

“But I want to—”

“No.”

She lifts her gaze to make eye contact with me. Easing the look of confusion, I cup her cheek, swiping her skin with my thumb, my other hand teasing the inside of her thighs, her abdomen, and finding the start of her panties. The tiny bit of cotton stops me from getting to where I’d rather be.

“Let me take care of you, Case. You’re not great at being selfish or looking out for yourself, and that’s okay. But you sure as fuck are going to let me do it.” I steal a soft kiss of those pretty lips, lingering on the softness, on the way she sighs the moment we touch. I pull back and watch her, my gaze searching over every detail of her face as I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh and dip them into her panties, tracing a soft finger lightly through her seam and—fuck me. The softness of her delicate skin, how wet she is already. She is making me go insane. I pay special attention to those delectable lips and the way her mouth opens into a small O.

“Oh, God.” She moans as I gather and spread her wetness.

“All this mess just for me, Ace?” She bites her lip, and the uncertainty in her eyes has my chest tightening with anticipation. I can’t wait to watch her come undone and to be the one to put her together again.

“I’m going to take care of you, Casey. I’m going to make a fucking mess of this pretty pussy, and I want you to be a good girl and let me.” The words are emphasized by the mess I spread across her. She bites her lips to hold in her moans, and I focus on the little bundle of nerves that has her opening wider for me.

“What’d’you say, Ace? You going to make a mess on my fingers and let me clean you up?”

She moans softly, incoherent almost, but nods quickly as I slide two fingers into her tight wet center, feeling her clench down on me and grip me. “Fuck, you feel perfect.” I groan as I trail my teeth back up her neck.

“Oh, God,” Casey moans again, reaching a hand to thread through my hair and pulling, she uses the other to grip my forearm, holding me in place, nails digging in, making me near feral. If I wasn’t set on taking this slow and getting on the same page with her, adamant to make this real and not fuck it up, I swear I’d rip apart every layer separating us and fuck her so hard she’d need to replace this counter.

“Jessie, I want you.” Breathless and writhing as I slowly fuck her with my fingers, I pick up the pace, using my palm to tease her clit, feeling her clench around me.

“I can’t wait to have you spread out below me,” I growl, taking a bite of her neck and licking away the sting before repeating it on her shoulder, while I continue to work her with my fingers. “This pussy, dripping and open, just for me.” Bite, lick. “The sounds you’d make, your fingers in my hair.” I curl my fingers, and the sound she makes is almost animal. Exactly how she makes me feel. Biting and licking this perfect fucking skin. “I can’t wait to make a fucking meal out of you.” I wrap my free hand around her waist and pull her to the edge of the counter. My grip on her is strong, and she opens wider, giving me room to put in a third finger, the expanse of my palm cupping her, as she sits impaled on my fingers. The pace increasing as I lose any sense of control, curling my fingers, grabbing that special spot as I feel her orgasm grow closer, the walls of her clenching around me, the sounds of only her wetness and moans filling the room.

“Oh, fuck! Jessie, I’m—”

“Yes, Case. Make a mess on me. Come.” The demand is a snarl, the rumble in my chest fighting against my self-control as I fuck her perfectly tight pussy with my fingers.

“Ohhh, GOD. Jessie!” I bite on her shoulder to smother the roar I feel as she shatters around me. I keep the pace intense until I feel her clench and come down from her high, riding out her orgasm and trying to will away my own. The sounds of her, the feel of her, everything about her is sending me insane.

“Good girl,” I whisper, peppering her with soft kisses across her skin as she catches her breath. Withdrawing my fingers, I drag them down her thigh so she can see the evidence of her need. What a pretty mess she is, just for me.

I place a hand on each of her thighs and lean in to kiss her soft lips, which are still parted as she tries to catch her breath. Her gaze dances around me, refusing to look at me.

“Don’t hide from me now, Ace.” I give her a gentle smile, trying to will away the very painful boner straining against my briefs.

“That was…” she breathes, finally letting me see her eyes.

“Fucking incredible,” I whisper back to her.

“But… what about you?” She tilts her head, locking her legs behind my back, holding me perfectly in place between her knees. She reaches up and loops her arms around my neck as she starts to come back to earth. With her tits pressed up against my chest, any effort I made in taming my dick dies a painful death.

“Are you kidding me, Casey? That was the hottest thing we’ve done in this kitchen.” I lean my forehead against hers and run a warm hand up her back as I try to picture anything other than the view I just had of her. Trying to soften my dick so I can get a little more sleep with this beauty in my arms. Before the sun rises and life goes back to normal.

“But—”

“No more buts.” I emphasize with a slap to her perky ass as she gasps and giggles. The sound brings a sudden lightness to my chest, and I find myself smiling. Her expression changes to what I can only label as shock.

“What?”

She brings a finger up and traces my lips. “Your smile. I haven’t seen that one before.”

I’m speechless as I look into her eyes.

“You’re stunning,” she whispers as she continues to trace my lips, and something in my chest clenches. Embarrassment or apprehension, something heats my skin, and I look away. Gripping her hips, I lift her from the counter. With her still wrapped around me, I walk us back to the bedroom and kick the door closed behind us.

“I know you have a lot going on right now. I have no expectations, Casey. But I do expect you to let me take care of you. If you’re going to be busy with other people’s needs, I’m going to busy myself with yours. Not because you’re a burden. Not because you need it. Because I fucking want to.”

“Oh.” Her voice is delicate, and when I place her down on the bed, throwing the covers over and pulling her to my chest, I look down at her. The look I find makes my heartbeat faster and my lungs struggle with air.

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