Beneath This Man

‘You won’t have any money left if you spend like you did yesterday.’ I grumble quietly. If Zoe works on commission, she could probably retire after Jesse’s spending splurge yesterday.

‘Ava, I said shut up.’

‘Make me.’ I counter on a half-smile.

And he does.

He crowds me completely and eats me alive among half of Harrods women’s department.

Chapter 26

I walk into the bedroom after a fresh shower and shake my head at Jesse, who’s sprawled on his back across the bed wearing only his tight, white boxer shorts and making a damn effective point of letting me know he’s not happy. I sit myself in front of the floor length mirror and start drying my hair. We’ve spent all day carting the obscene amount of clothes and accessories up the stairs. I now have my own side of the colossal walk-in-wardrobe and a very happy man, until I started to get myself ready for my night out with Kate. His contented mood soon changed, but with Tom and Victoria catching up with us too and a whole pile of shit to land on Kate, I’m looking forward to it and Jesse has got to learn to share me.

I finish my hair and turn the dryer off to hear heaving, huffing and puffing coming from the bed. He’s behaving like a schoolboy, so I ignore it and make my way into the bathroom to cream up and get my make-up on. I’m mid-mascara application when he walks in, all casual, and lies himself down on the chaise lounge with an almighty exhale of air, his lean body reclining coolly and his arms draping over his head, accentuating every fine muscle on his torso. I try to ignore him, but Jesse prancing around in a pair of white, tight Armani boxer shorts is very distracting. He’s doing it on purpose.

I make a hasty retreat from the bathroom to find my underwear and something to wear. That could take some time, especially with Jesse’s critical eyes watching over me, but I don’t even make it to my newly appointed underwear drawer before I’m seized and slung onto the bed, minus one towel. I should have known; he’s going to trample me and mark me and send me out with his scent all over me. He’s done this before.

I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees, and my legs spread as he grasps my waist, efficiently restraining me. ‘You won’t come.’ he growls as he plunges two fingers into me and starts scooping them around, stretching me and preparing me.

The sudden invasion has me burying my face in the bedding to stifle my cry. He’s going to leave me pre-orgasm again, I know it.

‘This is for my pleasure, not yours.’ he grates firmly. He starts circling my entrance, and I moan into the bed in desolation. This is ultimate torture. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I stiffen all over in response to his touch.

‘Relax, Ava. I don’t want to hurt you.’ He pushes into me with his fingers, my natural instinct having me tensing my muscles in an attempt to prevent his invasion.

I cry out.

‘Relax!’ he yells, and I will my body to obey his command, but it’s not having any of it. I’m fighting the inevitable that will be Jesse abandoning me before I explode. I don’t want to go out this evening full of pent up pressure in my groin. I want to be sated and relaxed and he can do that. The bloody arse! I feel him position himself at my opening.

I whimper.

‘Damn it, Ava.’ His tone is full of aggravation ‘Stop fighting me.’

‘You’re going to desert me, aren’t you? You’re not going to see me through.’ I pant desperately.

‘That’s my call, baby.’ He slaps my backside. ‘Relax!’

‘I can’t!’ The sting radiates through me from his swift collide, and he yells in frustration at my non-conformity as he reaches underneath me to brush his fingers over my pulsing centre. ‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ I relax instantly as the connection of his heated touch blasts my senses and rockets me forward, flicking the switch that he has a direct link to. A sea of intense pleasure drowns me and I start a hasty build up towards a furious climax. I try and grab it and keep hold, but he withdraws his fingers. ‘No!’ I shout, completely frustrated.

‘Oh, yes.’ His fingers re-enter me, sweeping through me, his thumb skimming across the very tip of my clitoris, prompting me to push back in a desperate attempt to try and capture more friction. He pulls out, spreading the moisture up my crease.

‘No, Jesse!’ I feel his solid c**k pushing against my opening. ‘Please!’

‘You love it, Ava.’ He advances, breaching me, slowly and controlled. ‘Oh, FUCK.’

I could cry with infuriation and frustration, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing back, taking him all of the way. I know I’m not going to come, but I can’t help myself.

He yells, grabs my waist, and then thunders forward, knocking every scrap of air from my lungs.

‘Oh, God!’ I scream as he fills me completely. He charges forward, giving me no time to adjust to him. He means business.

‘Oh, Ava.’ he pants, holding himself inside me. ‘You feel f**king amazing, baby.’ He grinds himself against me on a long drawn out moan, and I concentrate on getting my ragged breaths under control. ‘Brace yourself on the headboard.’

I take a deep breath and reach up to wrap my hands around one of the wooden planks, crying out as the change in position has him penetrating me deeper. He holds still as I follow through on his orders, running his palm down my spine gently. The fireworks crackling at my core are bordering painful.

‘Do you have a good grip?’

‘Yes!’ I spit shortly, earning myself a swift slap across my backside. I’m going to scream with frustration and he’s not even done with me yet. Why the hell am I not stopping this?