Craving Jessica

Chapter 12

Jessica's POV

"But just know..." His voice dropped, slower now, each word thick and heavy, like he was tasting the danger on his tongue. "...once I start, there’s no going back."

The air between us tightened, the space shrinking until it felt like the walls were pressing in. I could hear my pulse in my ears. His grip didn’t move, but the strength in it told me everything: that this was both a promise and a warning.

I smiled inwardly. A warning was still an invitation.

Before my thoughts could catch up, he leaned forward and claimed my lips in a rough, hungry, and unrestrained kiss. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask but took. As usual, I didn’t hesitate before parting my lips instantly to give him access into my mouth. If he thought he was leading this, I’d let him believe it... for now.

My arms wound around his neck, my fingers curling into his hair, while his palm slid firmly to my waist. Heat coiled low in my belly, and my p***y clenched with a rush of wetness so sharp it made me ache.

"Fuck..." I moaned into his mouth, letting him feel my need and my control in the same breath. After some time, we broke apart, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine, his palms still gripping my waist.

I noticed then that his look had changed—gone was the usual restrained desire laced with disgust that was always in his eyes whenever he looked at me. Instead, what burned there now was raw hunger, stripped of his usual control. And God, it made my cheeks warm and my pulse race in delight knowing I’d caused that shift in him, and it made me want to push him further.

"See? I was right after all. You’ve always wanted this too, haven’t you?" I murmured, my voice low and laced with challenge.

Something flickered in his eyes—guilt and denial—but he smothered it quickly with a flat look. Still, his breath betrayed him as it came out sharp and unsteady.

"God knows I tried to fight it," he ground out. "Hell, I told myself over and over it was wrong. But when it comes to you..." His voice dipped, rougher now. "...my body has a mind of its own. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop myself from wanting you. That’s what you do to me, Jessica. You crawl under my skin, and it’s like you don’t ever leave."

His grip on my waist tightened, almost painfully. He didn’t even realize how much he’d just confessed and that he’d handed me the match to light this fire higher.

"Ethan..." I softened my voice, reaching up to trace his jawline. As always, his muscles tensed under my touch. I smirked, dropping to my knees before him.

His eyes widened slightly. His breath hitched, and there it was—his conflict, wanting me and hating that he wanted me at the same time.

I undid his belt slowly, drawing it out and at the same time locking my gaze with his. In one swift motion, I yanked off his boxer shorts next, and almost immediately, his c**k sprang free—already hard, huge, and thick, with precum already glistening at the tip. I let my gaze drop to it deliberately, my tongue sliding over my lips as I marveled at the size. God. Marcus’ pathetic “mini sausage” that he had been starving me of all this while couldn't even be compared to this.

"s**t," I whispered, letting the word hang between us as my wetness threatened to spill down my thighs.

"God, you’re so huge."

His lips quirked up, one corner lifting in pride, but his eyes still burned with that unsteady mix of need and resistance.

Without breaking eye contact, I took him into my mouth, the stretch making my throat tighten. I didn’t stop until I reached my limit, which wasn’t even half of him—then I began to work him slowly and easily at first, my fingers teasing his balls.

"f**k, Jessica..." His voice came out like a growl as he reached out to grab my hair. His conflicted hunger was written all over his face, like he hated that he wanted me this much but couldn’t stop himself.

I picked up my pace, sucking harder and faster and taking him deeper.

"Ahhh... yeah... that’s it. Take me deeper... f**k!" His voice cracked slightly on the curse, another testament showing that he hated how much he wanted this.

"Yes... I’m almost there... f**k, I’m close," he gritted out. His grip on my hair tightened, a little cruel, and I let it as I sucked and took him deeper, almost choking on him, but hell, I didn’t stop. I wanted to watch him lose that control, to see how far I could push him before he broke.

"Je...si...ca..." His final groan was guttural, almost tortured, as he came hot and raw in my mouth. It spilled over my lips and my dress, but I didn’t waste a drop, as I made sure to lick everything, slow and deliberate, swallowing it all while holding his gaze.

Then I rose slowly to my feet, my lips glistening with his c*m. I noticed his eyes darken instantly at the sight, and he tilted his head back like he was trying to drag in air.

"Fuck... you have no idea how heavenly you look right now with my c*m dripping down your lips. You look like sin. the kind of sin that would make a man gladly want to burn in hell. And it makes me want to pin you against that wall, take you from behind, and f**k you until you tell me why you’re still with Marcus when we both know it’s me you want." His voice was low, tight, and full of possession, and under it, I could hear the thread of disbelief at himself for saying it.

"But no rush, Jess..." His thumb reached out to brush the corner of my lips, smearing what little was left of him there.

"...I’m not rushing this. Not yet. But while I figure out what the hell this is..." He smirked faintly. "...how about I return the favor?"

Before I could answer, he lifted me and set me on one of the tables in what I now realized was a storage room.

I gasped at the sudden contact of wood under me, but he didn’t give me time to react. His hands spread my legs apart, and in one swift motion, he yanked my panties off.

My breath caught immediately as the cool air hit my bare core, making me shiver. But it was the sight of his face between my thighs, eyes studying me like I was something dangerous and irresistible, that sent more wetness slipping down my inner thighs. I felt my slick drop onto the table.

"So f*****g wet," he murmured, his eyes snapping up to mine.

"Tell me... how long have you been fantasizing about this, Jessica?" His voice was dangerous now, like he was daring me to lie.

His finger slid inside me, stretching me, making my breath stutter.

"Answer me," he growled as he began pumping his finger in and out, his pace quickening. A loud moan tore from my lips, almost immediately.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Jess..." He pushed in a second finger, and I groaned, throwing my head back, my hands clutching the edge of the table tight. The heat inside me built fast, pooling low inside my belly.

"Gawd, Ethan..." I gasped as he added a third finger, my pupils blowing wide. The pleasure ripped through me, and my voice broke in loud, unrestrained moans.

"Mhhmm... so f*****g good—"

"Jessica?" The voice unexpectedly came at the door, abruptly halting the moment.

The moans in my throat died instantly just as Ethan's fingers froze inside me.

That voice... Marcus!

I snapped my eyes open at once and turned straight to the door, only to see the doo

rknob twisting.

My breath hitched in panic at once. Oh my...Marcus was coming in...