“I have a present for you.” Jesse walks across his bedroom in his black boxer briefs and hands me a rectangular package wrapped in brown paper.

I smile, placing it on the bed between my legs. “What’s this for?”

“Open it,” he urges with a lift of his chin.

“Okay, you don’t have to ask me twice. I love presents.” My fingers slip behind the seam on the back, tearing the paper free. It appears to be an artist’s canvas. Flipping it over, I gasp when I notice what the painting is of. “Jesse,” I whisper, looking up at him. “Thank you, I love it.”

He lowers to the bed beside me, our hips touching. “It reminded me of our first official date and it was painted by a local artist. I figured it can also be a reminder of your first trip here.”

Eyes tracing over the texture the talented artist gave the milk chocolate, the raised drips look realistic enough to eat. “It’s perfect except for one thing.”

He frowns. “What?”

“Now I want chocolate covered strawberries.”

“I have something else in mind for dessert.”

“Oh, you do huh?” I mention, placing the painting safely on his nightstand before rising to my knees. Swinging one leg over, I straddle his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I guess that could work,” I tease, grinding down on his hard cock. Fingers gliding along the skin at the bottom of my shirt, he growls, “you don’t have anything under this shirt?” Gripping the material, he tugs it over my head and raised arms, leaving me naked.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His hands reverently trace the curves of my hips, climbing up over my rib cage to cup each breast and his eyes follow their path as if he’s memorizing every inch of my skin. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. I can see the love he feels clearly reflected in his eyes. I never imagined being the recipient of anything this wonderfully pure. His love is powerful and humbling. I’m not sure what I did to deserve it, but I’m going to love him back just as fiercely.

Thumbs slowly circling my nipples, he drives me crazy with desire. Arching my back, my nails dig into the top of his shoulders, hinting I want his lips on me. He takes the bait, full lips sucking my nipple between them, tongue sweeping over the taut tip. “Oh, Jesse,” I moan, fingers moving up to tug his thick hair. His mouth switches to the other side and I gasp when he adds his teeth, gently nipping my tender skin.

My hands go to his chest, pushing. “Lie down,” I order.

His chuckle is a deep grumble against my skin as he obeys, pulling me down on top of him. “Now that you have me where you want, what are you going to do?”

Backing down the mattress between his legs, my hands tug on the waistband of his boxers and he reflexively raises his hips to help me. “I’m going to give you your prize.” His next breath is a sharp inhale as I throw his boxers over my shoulder and grip his thick cock in my hand.

“Oh fuck. I love your touch. Your skin is so warm and soft sliding over me.” His eyes drift shut as my hand repeatedly strokes his length. Leaning forward, I close my mouth over the tip and sink down.

He growls, fingers digging into my hair. “Give me that pussy…we both won.”

Spinning around, I back up until I’m perched over his face. His fingertips grip my hips slamming me down on his mouth.

“Oh... yes.” His tongue is magic, sucking and flicking with the perfect pressure. His palm on my back urges me back down to his cock, I suck him between my lips. Deep groans rasp from his mouth vibrating against my pussy.

“I could do this all night.” He rakes his teeth over my clit. “Yeah, rub yourself all over my face.”

Animalistic sounds leave me. I rock my pussy against his mouth so close to coming and suck his dick harder. Hips thrusting upward, he grips my hair, urging me to move faster. His tongue whirls around my clit and I come, trembling and moaning around his cock. His hips jerk as he releases down my throat with a guttural groan. I maneuver around to lie on his chest.

“I think you just sucked out part of my soul,” he huffs breathlessly, slinging an arm around my back.

“Your soul, huh? Does that make us soulmates?” I barely get the question out before I laugh.

“Damn right. But there’s maintenance required to stay that way.”

“What exactly does maintenance involve?” I rest my chin on his chest and study his handsome face.

“You have to keep practicing your techniques.” His mouth quirks at the corners finally breaking into a smile.

“You think I need practice? Soul sucking good sounds like I’m pretty bad ass already.”

“Seriously, your mouth is beyond words, second only to your tight pussy. And if I had to choose between them it would be a toss-up because either one is fucking amazing.”

“Your dick is pretty good too.”

“Pretty good?”

“Meh.” I shrug my shoulders.

He flips me over settling between my thighs. His thick cock nudges against my entrance.

“Oh... my,” I stutter, forgetting what I want to say.

“What were you saying about my dick?” He holds still.

“It’s beyond compare.”

He thrusts inside me in one smooth motion. “That’s what I thought.”

* * *

The pulsing beat of the music has my foot tapping the floor under the table we’re seated at.

“Tell me what Jesse was like as a kid.” I look at Silas, directly across from me.

He smiles, white teeth flashing in his tan face. “He wasn’t always the ladies’ man he is now. He struck out more than a few times.”

Jesse laughs. “Hey, I was a kid. I got better with age. Or should I say, I just get better with age?”

“You couldn’t have gotten any worse,” Silas quips.

“I wasn’t that bad. I’d like to point out how you didn’t fare much better than me back then.”

“We had a lot of fun in college, dude.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” Jesse sips on his whiskey before placing it down on the table. “That’s when our luck with the ladies turned for the better.”

“So, you two screwed your way through college?” I glance between them both.

“I wouldn’t say that. We weren’t that bad,” Jesse answers.

“Dude, we weren’t that good either.” Silas bumps his fist and chuckles. I want to roll my eyes, but it’s great to see Jesse having so much fun with his friend. I’m glad I got to meet him.

“I can’t believe we have to go out to the west coast in less than a week,” Ronnie groans as she returns from dancing. She sits on the empty chair next to Silas, wiping perspiration from her forehead. My eyes skirt to Wyatt as he takes the seat to her left. He doesn’t look pleased by her choice and judging from the way they were dancing, he’s feeling more than a little territorial. Glancing at Jesse to see if he’s taking in what’s happening, I find his warm gaze focused on me. My stomach flutters, pleasantly. I can’t spend enough time with him. I’ll be sad to see this weekend end.

“I hate packing,” Wyatt chimes in, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

“I know. I’m not really looking forward to everything I’ll be doing this week in preparation. My father will be worse than he usually is. ‘Lilah did you do blah, blah, blah? Did you talk to so and so?’ He’ll give me a list a mile long.” I roll my eyes. “Your turn to complain,” I jest, poking Jesse’s side.

“You know I like travelling but our road trip was better than flying. Too bad we can’t drive across country.”

“I might kill you if we had to spend that many days in the car,” I tell him.

“Thanks for the warning. Note to self, long road trips make Lilah violent.”