Title: I Belong With You, You Belong With Me
Author: heartsmash
Rating: M, for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters written by Kay Cannon and brought to life by Jason Moore.
Summary: Companion piece to "You're My Sweetheart." Jesse and Beca are apart for summer and this time around it's Beca's turn to meet the family. Named for another lyric from "Ho Hey" by The Lumineers.
Chapter Nine
It wasn't hard to find a taxi outside the hotel. Many of them were dropping guests off and were readily available for the trip back to the Swanson house. Jesse kept his hands to himself in the cab, if only because he knew that Beca would be mortified over a copious amount of PDA. Instead, he pulled her against him and kissed her occasionally as the streetlights illuminated the interior of the cab periodically.
The cab pulled off the main road and took the dark side road up to the Swanson house. The vehicle slowed to a stop and the driver stopped the meter.
Jesse's phone chirped inside his text pocket and as Beca paid the cab driver, he checked his phone. Missed calls from both his parents as well as warning text messages from both his siblings.
Tina: You seriously pissed off the parentals. Way to go genius.
Parker: Enjoy your alone time while you've got it. Mom and Dad are going to lay the hammer on you when they get home.
Jesse shrugged it off and led Beca up the walk to the house. He knew he was going to be in trouble for leaving the benefit at such an early hour as well as not informing anyone before leaving, but he didn't care. Alone time with Beca was worth the trouble he would be in. Jesse would take the heat because it had been his idea and Beca didn't deserve to have his parents think badly of her.
Jesse didn't want to assume what was going to happen when they actually got into the house but if how Beca teased him by kissing his neck as he fumbled with the house key was any indication, he was excited. She knew exactly what she was doing, which made it that much more difficult to get the door open.
When he finally did get them into the house, Beca immediately kicked off her heels, which caused her to look a few inches in height.
"Better?" he teased, knowing that his girlfriend hated heels. Wearing them to perform with the Bellas last year had been enough torture and he knew that she had been glad to rid them of such a restrictive uniform.
"Much," she said.
It was weird; the two of them alone in his family's house while everyone else was at an event that they had left early from. But don't get her wrong, Beca wasn't complaining.
They went upstairs and found themselves in his bedroom. Beca turned on his desk lamp and it gave the room the smallest glow. Jesse would be lying if he said that he hadn't thought of this since he had found her in his bedroom the first day of her visit. Jesse kissed Beca gently which made her sigh.
"Help me with my dress?" she asked and turned for him to undo the zipper. Upon removing her arms from the crisscross straps, the fabric pooled around her petite frame leaving Beca standing in only black undergarments.
Jesse couldn't stop staring, even as she picked up her dress and laid it on the chair. She knew that Shannon would have a heart attack if she left the newly purchased dress just lying on the floor.
"Don't you feel over-dressed?" Beca teased, hands on her slim hips and a small smirk on the curve of her lips. Beca had undone her up-do, allowing the curls that had made up the design to reign free over her shoulders.
Jesse nodded and Beca moved to him. She stood on tiptoe to compete with his much taller frame and kissed his lips. Jesse smiled against her lips at how short she was without any sort of shoe on.
He was able to expertly maneuver his way out of his tuxedo jacket without having to break their kiss. Beca pulled back and grinned against his lips at his dexterity before she moved to the bed and kneeled in the middle of the mattress. She patiently waited for him to remove his bow tie, cummerbund and dress shoes.
Jesse met her on the bed and she melded against him. She didn't think about tomorrow or even leaving in two days, because nothing at the moment mattered as much as being as close to him as possible. Her nimble fingers went to work unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt with its miniaturized buttons, kissing him as she pushed it off his broad shoulders. The tips of her fingers grazed a path over the smooth skin of his body.
He leaned his forehead against hers, his chocolate brown eyes searching her blue ones communicating more than words. Beca ran her hands over the muscular arms that he had gained from years of sailing, and squeezed lightly instructing him to continue. His hands, strong but tender, encircled her neck and he went to work on branding her as his own. Beca knew that she was going to regret letting him give her a hickey in the morning but for the moment, his talent mouth on her neck was enough to banish that thought. A moan escaped from her lips and he smiled at his ability to make her sound like that.
When Jesse was satisfied that tomorrow his girlfriend would have a hickey from yours truly, he returned to reclaim her lips. His left hand slid down the smooth skin of her side resting on the gorgeous curve of her back. He surprised her by quickly lowering her body to the bed covers, his body ready to worship hers.
"Oh!" she said surprised and she couldn't help but grin at him. He had some serious moves in the bedroom.
Jesse took his place over her, making himself comfortable between her parted legs. He let out a soft groan as his body met hers. Sure, there was still clothes separating them, but that didn't help anything. He could still feel her pulsating heat. Beca kissed away the creased lines of concentration that had gathered on his brow line. Having Jesse above her moaning made her skin tingle with anticipation. She wanted him so bad, she knew that he could feel it.
Jesse kissed the place where her neck met her collarbone, nipping until he found her pulse point. As his lips lay stay where her blood pumped, her pulse quickened and she sighed impatiently until his lips surrounded her pulse point and lavished it with attention, causing her to let out quiet moan of her own.
Beca tasted amazing – the perfume that she always used and vanilla body lotion. With one hand, he slide behind her back and attempted to release the clasp on her strapless bra. After a few moments, he let out a frustrated groan to which Beca felt like she should clue him in. Poor boy.
"Jess, it's a front clasp," Beca told him, cupping his cheek gently.
Jesse hung his head in shame but was quickly able to release the front clasp of her bra. He helped her remove the offending fabric, dropping the piece of clothing over the side of the bed. Jesse could count the number of girls that he had been in this position with on one hand. Factor in it being his bedroom and it was even smaller. Add in his feelings for the girl involved and it was down to one. Jesse gazed at her tenderly. Exposed but beautiful was Beca.
She deserved to hear that more often that he knew he said it.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, looking her in the eye before gently taking one of her voluptuous breasts into his hand and caressing it, causing yet another antagonizing moan to escape her beautiful lips. That sound would have to get him through the rest of the summer when he knew that his bed would be empty without her.
Jesse brought his mouth to her breast and suckled her nipple before teasing it with his tongue. Beca moved her hands to his head, lacing her fingers into his hair and tugging as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
It never ceased to amaze her how well he had come to know her body in such a short period of time. He seemed to know everything that drove her wild. But all too soon, he abandoned his previous position, ignoring her cries of protest, and kissed across her abdomen to the edge of her black panties.
He got a nod of permission before he pulled the last piece of clothing down over her toned thighs. He placed her legs on his shoulders and kissed the inside of each thigh before tenderly caressing her center with his mouth. It was feather light and it frustrated Beca beyond belief. She let her frustration be known with a exaggerated sigh. As though he knew just how far to push her, Jesse kissed her again, with more pressure, before darting his tongue out to touch her aching clit, making her arch off the bed.
"Oh God! Jesse!" she cried.
It took everything in Jesse's power not to lose it the second he heard her moan his name in that way, so intensely filled with need. The way she called out to him sent shivers down his spine. Jesse continued his ministrations and in no time, Beca was writhing and babbling incoherently as she was wracked with a powerful orgasm.
Beca slowly opened her eyes, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her boyfriend was amazing and he looked incredibly proud of the result. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he'd just given her. She slowly raised her hands to his waist and unbuttoned and unzipped his tuxedo pants, before pushing them down. Beca wasn't gentle in pushing him onto his back, not that Jesse minded. With a grin, he aided the process by removing them completely leaving Beca to admire his choice of black boxer briefs.
"No plaid?" she asks teasingly
"Black tie through and through," Jesse answered her but immediately shut up when she slipped her hand inside his briefs and took him in her hand.
She stroked him slowly, watching his expression, the way his breathing became increasingly staggered and how he grasped at his comforter balling it up in his fists. With her free hand, she worked the last piece of clothing off him as she maintained a rhythm. Beca placed kisses on his abdomen and moved to continue his pleasure, but Jesse stopped her.
"Bec… feels so good," Jesse moaned as he panted for air, "You've got to stop though."
Jesse didn't want this to be over before it even started which would have happened if Beca had kept up her pace. Jesse urged her under the covers before reaching into his nightstand to retrieve a condom. Beca took the condom from him and tore it open, rolling the latex down his shaft. Jesse gently eased her thighs farther apart before getting into position on top of her. Resting his weight on his forearms, which were placed on either side of her, he kissed her again. Never breaking eye contact, Jesse lowered himself into her. He couldn't help the loud moan that escaped his lips as he entered her.
After giving each other a minute to adjust, Beca undulated her hips to encourage Jesse to move. He slowly withdrew from only to thrust himself into her again. They quickly found their rhythm and Beca moved against him before Jesse pulled her left leg up higher over his hip, allowing him that much deeper into her.
"Jesus," he muttered as Beca cried out at the action.
With each thrust he buried himself deeper in her and loved the throaty moans that he garnered from her in response. There wasn't anything he wouldn't give up to make this feeling last forever and he'd bet anything she felt the same way.
Beca dug her nails into Jesse's back, the feeling of him moving inside her, so delicious it was beyond words. She lifted her head from the pillow and captured his lips with her own, needing to feel his lips. Heat coiled in her belly and she knew that her release was near. Although she didn't want to, Beca broke the kiss and she moved against him a few more times, before the waves of her orgasm hit her with a great deal of force and she cried out his name to punctuate it.
Hearing Beca call out his name and she tumbled over the edge was enough to bring him with her, he thrust one more time before he too was hit with his climax. Jesse dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder, needing a minute to regain his wherewithal. Still needing a minute, he kissed her collarbone.
He soon rolled onto his back and pitched the used condom in the nearby trashcan. Beca stretched, her muscles reveling in the good ache of what had just transpired and couldn't wipe the grin off her face. They were back in a good place and she actually felt completely secure in her relationship with Jesse. Having won over most of his family and friends, Beca felt like it was maybe worth it to let him also get to see inside the walls.
Rolling onto her stomach, she propped her head up on one arm, running the other hand over his bare chest.
"You can if you want," Beca said and immediately realized how many contextual clues were missing from that statement. The puzzled look on Jesse's face punctuated it.
"You can come visit me in Connecticut. Meet my mom. Deal with Steve. If you want."
"You mean that?" Jesse questioned and she nodded, knowing that it meant a lot to him.
Jesse kissed her soundly at the news and pumped his fist in the air, just as he had at the ICCA Finals.
"All right Judd Nelson, I think we better find some clothes."
Jesse got up and put back on his briefs and pulled a t-shirt from his drawer for her. She pulled it over her gently before laying back down. Although Beca was sure she was asking for trouble, there was no way that she wanted to sleep alone. Jesse didn't argue the fact, joining her back in his bed. He opened his arm, inviting her to snuggle close to him.
Beca smiled as she wrapped her around his waist and lowered her head into his chest. The steady heart beat beneath her lulled her into a contented sleep.
A/N: Okay, so I fibbed. This isn't the last chapter - the next one which will be on the shorter side mind you - will wrap up the story. I figured you all deserved a little something since it's Valentine's Day tomorrow (despite despising the holiday).
For the moment, I won't be writing a sequel to this. I have another story idea that I am excited to work on for Beca and Jesse that demands my attention. Hopefully, you guys will like it as much as you have this one. Thanks for continuing to read!