Page 30 of What We Broke

Realizing there really is no point in arguing with this man, I begin to unbutton my shirt and move closer to the bed. “You know your clothes are going to hang loose on me.”

“You know you can wait till I leave the room to change,” he replies.

Glancing up, I catch him leaning against the door, hand curled behind him, holding the doorknob, but his body faces me, like he has no intention of actually leaving the room.

“And where’s the fun in that?” I tease, my fingers now moving down my shirt, my eyes on his, watching the way I’m tempting his resolve. “You said no sex tonight,” I remind him. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t try to change your mind.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

Smirking, I reach for the belt buckle on my pants, and Jesse pushes himself off the door, strides toward me, and puts his hand over mine. We both look down and my voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “Are you stopping me? Or is this you wanting to undress me yourself?”

Lifting my head, I see the indecision written all over his face, the bob of his Adam’s apple, and his inability to answer me. I watch his heated gaze travel down my half-exposed chest, and my dick thickens inside my pants, enjoying his fall from grace entirely too much.

Despite his hand covering mine, I slowly but skilfully unbuckle my belt. I give him enough time to intervene, but when his hand loses its grip, I undo the button and drag the zipper down, exposing my covered erection.

We stare at one another now and I raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

He shakes his head, but he grips the waistband of my pants in one hand, tugging me to him, and slips the other between my chinos and briefs, the heel of his palm grazing down the length of me.

Biting my bottom lip, I take in a shuddering breath and let my head fall back as he continues the motion. When I feel his lips against the hollow of my throat, I groan.

“Pants off,” he murmurs before sucking at my skin. He moves his mouth up my neck and behind my ear as we work my chinos and underwear down my legs.

When I step out of them, he pushes me down onto the mattress, my open shirt now the only thing I’m wearing and my body propped up my forearms. My naked legs hang over the edge of the mattress and I wait for the shame or embarrassment to come, but it doesn’t.

I’ll be and do whatever he wants.

“You’re going to regret this,” he says, but before I get the chance to work out what he means, he drops to his knees and I feel the saliva pool in my mouth.

Still fully clothed, Jesse spreads my legs apart and settles his huge frame between them. He looks at me with the fire of a thousand suns in his gaze, and when both of his hands simply rest atop my thighs, I want nothing more than to burn for him.

He slides his hands higher up my legs till his hands are resting on either side of my groin.

“Touch yourself,” he orders gruffly.

And without a single thought of my own, I sit up, spread my legs even wider, and eagerly obey him.

Motivated by his desire for me, my hand moves up and down, wanting nothing more than to be his puppet and for him to pull my strings. Jesse’s gaze flicks between my cock and my face, and I don’t know what I want him to look at more.

I keep working myself over, and pre-cum begins to pool at the tip of my cock. At the sight of it, Jesse’s tongue glides over his bottom lip, and I don’t even think twice as I stop stroking myself and swipe two fingers over my wet crown and hold them as an offering in front of his mouth.

I don’t say a word.

I don’t give him orders.

I just wait.

And when he grabs my wrist and covers my fingers with his mouth, I feel it all the way down to my toes. His tongue swirls around my two digits, the undiluted lust in his eyes undoubtedly mirroring mine.

Still holding me, he drags my fingers out of his mouth and then guides my hand to the bed beside my hip. He does the same on the other side, and before I can argue, Jesse is holding me hostage, my hands held down by him on either side of my hips.

“What are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s very obvious.

Ignoring me, he says, “Spread your legs as far as they go.”

Of course, I do, and somehow he manages to bring himself closer.

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