Page 87 of Hiding from Hope

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper back.

His fingers dig into my hips as he encourages my movements, his eyes tracing my entire body, from my lips to my breasts that bounce slightly, to where we are joined, and then he places a finger to my clit, massaging me gently. Edging me even closer to the precipice.

A strangled moan leaves my lips as he sits up, taking a breast into his mouth and pulling it gently with his teeth. His hands firmly on my ass and bouncing me on his cock. “Fuck Case.”

His hands fist my hair and pull my lips to him, and before I know it, I’m on my back again. Jessie’s arms wrapped firmly around my hips as he sits on his knees and pistons into me at speed.

“I fucking love you. If you ever leave, I hope you’re ready for a stalker, because I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth.” He thrusts hard again, my mind losing all sensibility, and I claw at his back.

“Oh, shit! Jess!”

“Yes, that’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.” He trails his teeth down my neck, leaving light kisses in their wake.

“Come with me, Jess.” I pant in his ear as I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the tingles travel my spine and my toes going numb. I trail my hand down his back and find his ass, pushing him deeper. “Harder. Fuck, harder, please!” I beg.

He delivers on a growl, lifting my hips from the mattress and fucking into me. I love him. I feel it like an ache in my chest, but fuck, I love his cock.

He adjusts his hips to hit upward, and the orgasm hits me like a bomb detonating. Cursing on a scream he slams a hand over my lips to smother it, and when I manage to peel open an eyelid, I see his head tipped back, his bottom lip pulled in to smother his own roar and I feel him come apart inside me.

Jessie’s firm torso collapses forward, his weight caught on the arm above my head, and he gently kisses my shoulders.

“Stella mea,” he whispers again.

“What is that?” I ask quietly, still trying to catch my breath. Without withdrawing, he rolls on to his back, pulling me with him. A little moan at the friction while he’s still seated inside me. Not wanting to sever the connection, I leave him there and let myself fall onto his chest and nuzzle into the gap between his chin and collarbone. He wraps his arms around me firmly, and when he catches his breath, he answers.

“My star.”

Casey

Sound in the kitchen stirs me awake, the heavy arm thrown over me, pulling me back in has a sigh of contentment leaving my lips. I roll over and let Jessie’s arms hold me firmly.

“You’re holding me like I might escape,” I say quietly to him, not hiding the gigantic smile spreading across my face.

“You might.” His voice rough with sleep, eyes still closed with his face held in his usual sleepy frown, and still, even without seeing, he knows where to find my lips and leans down to steal them in a kiss.

“Why would I ever leave when you kiss me like that?” I tease as his hands find my ass in a gentle slap.

“I thought it was my big muscles and winning personality that kept you around?” His eyes start to open and the light in them is unmistakable. I hum lightly as he pulls me in tighter. “Yeah, that helps, too,” I respond, scrunching my nose and quickly kissing him again before untangling myself from said strong muscles.

“Why on earth are you leaving this perfectly comfortable bed right now?” He groans, his eyes traveling my body, still naked from last night’s escapades. With a smug tilt of his lips, he sits up and rests his head on his hand, watching as I pull on his shirt.

“And why are you putting clothes on that incredible body? I much prefer you naked.” I leap onto the bed and smack his chest.

“You’re naughty.” I giggle as he takes the opportunity to wrap me up and flip me over, pinned under him.

“So naughty. What’s my punishment?” He winks and bites my neck gently before licking away the sting and trailing my skin with kisses. I struggle to fight the moan and remind myself I was getting out of bed.

“It’s about to be a sex ban if you don’t let me go make a coffee.” I giggle and manage to shove him off me. He grunts disapprovingly, but smacks my ass as he rolls over and pulls on a pair of his boxers.

Shaking my head and still laughing at the caveman lingering in my bedroom, I head into the kitchen and find Rosie attempting another bowl of cereal. The source of my wake-up call now discovered.

“Morning. Bet you slept well,” she says over her shoulder, her attention leaving the milk, which is a bad decision.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, practically skipping into the kitchen, feeling light, happy, and altogether like myself again. “Also, watch what you’re doing. We don’t need another spilt milk situation.”

She rolls her eyes and focuses back on the milk carton she now has unscrewed and I reach into the fridge to find the fruit and batter mix for pancakes, flicking on the coffee machine to heat a pot.

“Please, I think the concierge heard you and Jessie last night,” she accuses, disgust lining her tone, and I nearly drop all the fruit as I place them on the counter and spin to look at Rosie.

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