Sharing Annabelle

Chapter Fourteen - Annabelle

Part 14

Annabelle

I wake up with a heavy arm draped over me. I inhale deeply. Smells like Jesse.

But my other side is cold. Nico's gone.

I can't help but be disappointed. Despite being able to snuggle up next to my crazy hot, amazing boyfriend, I was looking forward waking up between too crazy hot, amazing guys.

And... maybe replaying some of last night.

I draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly, reminiscing about how it felt to have Jesse hold me while Nico was inside of me. Thinking about how hot it was watching Nico fall to his knees to suck Jesse off.

I let my fingers dance down my neck, my collarbone, and over my breasts, toying with my nipples. My back arches. My fingers drift, over my lower belly. I let out a soft moan.

"Anna?" Jesse grumbles. "What's going on over there?"

Part of me wants to admit what's going on in my mind. That I'm imagining myself positioned between Jesse and Nico, letting them take me at the same time. Kissing one while the other works me over with his tongue. I want to know what it feels like to have two mouths on me. Four hands.

Maybe even have both guys inside me at once.

I slip a finger inside myself. Then two. A noise escapes me. A sound I've never made before. My whole body is wrecked with want. My chest aches. My toes curl.

I feel Jesse take my hand, stopping my little self-love session. I open my eyes and watch him lick my fingers clean.

"Jesse..."

"Usually, I'd love to watch you touch yourself, but..."

Jesse wastes no time. He crawls on top of me, kissing me into submission. He grabs my wrists roughly and pins them back over my head. He holds them firmly.

I arch my back, thrusting my chest up towards him.

"Jesse," I beg. "Need you."

Jesse pushes his throbbing cock inside me without any prep or pretense and thrusts into me harshly. So hard it almost hurts. I didn't anticipate being so sore from last night and I wince a little.

"You okay, baby?" he whispers.

I nod. "Keep going."

He picks up the pace, snapping his hips into me, hitting that spot that drives me wild. Everything about sex with Jesse is hot and passionate and all-consuming.

But, for whatever reason, it just doesn't feel like enough right now.

Jesse comes, spasming and grunting, pouring into me and whispering my name and a string of profanities in my ear.

I let Jesse lie on top of me for awhile, until his body feels more like dead weight than my warm and secure boyfriend cuddling me.

"You didn't come," he says.

"Yes I did."

"Anna, I know how it feels when you come."

"Well, it was... smaller this time," I insist.

"Don't lie to me," he says, slithering down my body. He pushes my knees up and spreads them apart. "I take a lot of pride in always being able to make you come."

"It's okay, Jesse," I assure him. I try to close my knees. I think I'm to too distracted by my concern for Nico to enjoy myself.

"You don't want me to go down on you?"