No Strings Attached

Chapter Four | Bravery

Jesse's P.O.V.

I'm on top of Blair. She's laying on her back. Her shiny, brown hair is sprawled out around her. She's so beautiful in a lot of positions; her riding me from the top, me riding her from the back. Either way, my cock will twitch just the sight of her.

She gripped onto my hair as my hips began to move back and forth. Her pink, plumped lips form into an 'o' and let's out a loud moan that are pleasuring notes to my ears. I groan with satisfaction. I feel so close. I accelerate my movement. In and out. Over and over again.

I can feel Blair tighten around me. She screams out my name as her back arches. Just the sound of my name rolling off of her tongue sets me off. I grunt before I do one last, hard push inside of her.

I open my eyes to a bed with nobody but me in it. I'm sweating. My crotch feels moist. I look down at my boxers and lift it open. My dick is hard and covered in white liquid.

I'm a sticky mess! I'm like a thirteen year old boy reacting to a girl in a bikini! I can't let these wet dreams go on any longer.

I ran into my bathroom and took a warm shower. I suddenly realized that I'm going to see Blair again.

Ever since Blair came over, I've been having vivid, exotic dreams of her. I've never felt this way for someone before; a feeling of a strong sexual desire.

I've known her since grade nine. I always had a small crush on her but I kept my distance. My excuses were either; I was into other girls that were easy to get with or, I'm too good for her. But I knew that was bullshit.

When Blair came over after the party, I thought we were going to get down and dirty. But when she started to get dizzy, I had a strong urge to take care of her. I surprisingly didn't think nor do anything sexual.

I just wanted her safe. With me. In my arms. I didn't care if she were to throw up on me. I just wanted her in general.

I dried myself off and got dressed. I looked in the mirror one last time. I wore my leather jacket over my grey shirt with jeans and a pair of black Vans.

Who gives a fuck what I wear. I just wanted to see Blair even if it were to be the last time I see her. If I tell her about the bargain I came up with, she'll probably throw punches, or even knives at me! But I truly want it to come to life instead of day dreaming of it. Day dreaming of her screaming my name, 'Jesse!'.

My dick hardens.

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath for I cannot control myself just thinking of her.

I text Blair.

You: ready?

She doesn't reply so, I decide to show up at her house uninvited. I still remember where she lives, so It doesn't take long to drive to her house. Her drunk brother mentioned at the party that they're related - as in siblings related. As I walk up to the steps, my heartbeat quickens.

Where am I going to take her out? Why am I acting so clingy now? Am I only acting clingy because she slept at my house? Is it because it makes me feel connected to her somehow?

I raised my hand to the door, not making contact with it.

Should I really do this? Do I really want this? Yes. Yes, I do. I want it so badly. I want her so badly. I'm probably thinking with my dick but I, honestly, do want this. I never had this strong desire for someone so much before.