This chapter is inspired by the suggestion of Bloodythirsty221. Will contain some primal Jesse and some desk sex. Unabashedly uncontrolled and hopefully hot desk sex.
Beca was walking to the station to meet Jesse so they could finish stacking the CDs. There were only a few crates left, thanks to the time Beca had put in all that week. As Beca rounded the corner, she nearly ran into two guys walking in the opposite direction. She apologized and turned, cheeks burning.
"Hey baby, don't walk away so soon!" Beca stopped and slowly turned around. She was less than a block away from the store as she faced the pair of dark-haired dicks who were strutting towards her.
"Yeah, you don't need to apologize, sweet thang." Beca cocked an eyebrow. Did he seriously just call her sweet thang?
"Can I help you?" Beca asked, her voice dripping with false innocence. Why did I wear a skirt today?
"I'm sure you can," the shorter of the two replied, apparently not catching her sarcasm. He stared at her chest and legs openly before meeting her gaze.
She smiled, "Sorry boys. I don't screw idiots I meet on the street."
The taller guy's face darkened and he stepped forward menacingly. "What are you? Some kind of lesbian?"
Beca's smirk deepened and she laughed shortly. "Of course, if that's what makes you feel better. I've got to get along to meet my girlfriend so we can have raging hot lesbian sex with huge dildos. Bye!" She turned and walked away confidently.
"Dyke!"
Beca pretended to search through her pockets as she turned to the boys once more. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and flipped the boys off before walking into the station. Jesse was peering out the window as she came in.
"Who were you giving the bird?" He asked curiously.
"Just two guys who wanted to get into my pants. Sadly, I'm not up for grabs."
She sidled next to Jesse to give him a kiss. He turned into her and pulled her forcefully towards him. She was shocked, but kissed him back just as powerfully. He blindly reached down, groping for her legs. When his fingers encountered her thigh, he pulled it up and wrapped her leg around his waist. When the other followed, Jesse walked to the door that led into second half of the store. They continued kissing, even when Beca's back hit the door and Jesse used her to push it open. He made a beeline for the desk.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time." He growled in her ear as he deposited her on the desk.
Beca's head fell back in surprise and she watched him out of heavy-lidded eyes. She caught the fire in his eyes and it sent a shock of heat through her. She pulled him back into her, her fingers running through his hair roughly. His lips and tongue mastered her mouth, and then left, leaving her wanting more. His teeth nipped down her jaw and neck, leaving marks and pulling whimpers from Beca's searching mouth. His hands reached down to the front of her shirt.
The sound of tearing cloth reached Beca's ears and she cried out in shock. Jesse pulled the ripped shirt away from her body, throwing it to the floor. He jerked her tank top over her head eagerly and kissed her skin. Beca reached for his shirt, but he pulled her hands away. He plucked her tank top from the desk and tied her wrists together. She could no longer deny the lust she was feeling; she could feel her wetness growing. He positioned her on her stomach, and she watched him over her shoulder.
She whimpered as she saw him yank his shirt off. Then he eyed her, clad in only a bra and a skirt. His hands ran down her sides and to the bottom of her skirt, which he pushed at until it was bunched around her hips. Beca moaned when she saw the lust in his eyes, and at the noise he unceremoniously slid her panties down her legs. Jesse fumbled with his belt as he watched her; her heavy breathing causing her breasts to rise and fall, tantalizingly close to him. He wrenched his pants and boxers down, stroking himself a few times before putting a condom on. Beca whined wordlessly, watching his fingers dazedly.
He sent one quick look for permission—the only break in his dominating façade—plunging deep within her. Her head snapped forward and she gasped for air, pressing her bound hands into the desk, her fingers curling into each other. His arm wrapped around her waist and his hand traveled to cup her breasts. With one particularly rough thrust, Beca's weight fell to her elbows and her fingernails dug into her hands. The wood of the desk was cold against her skin and she reveled in the contrast between the cool surface and Jesse's hot body.
His hand snaked up to her hair and tangled in it. He pulled, the motion opposite his thrusts. The pleasure pain induced a moan that was stifled against the desk where her face was buried. Suddenly, Jesse stopped and pulled out of her. Before she could protest, he pulled her into a standing position and turned her around. His body nudged her and she sank quickly onto the desk, sitting on the edge.
Jesse pulled Beca's knees into the crook of his elbows, scooting her forward. She let out a hoarse rasping cry as he thrust hard and fast. Dropping one of her legs, Jesse made a grab for her chest, pulling the bra out of the way so he could drop brutal kisses on her nipples. His smell drifted to her, and she tensed around him, which made him moan. Beca was on sensory-overload as she dropped her head back, trying to brace herself and stay upright against his onslaught.
Without breaking rhythm, Jesse leant down, pushed everything off of the desk and laid her back. Her arms were above her head, hanging over the edge of the desk. Jesse pulled her body toward him as he continued to pound into her. Beca's head whipped back and forth, her hips rising to meet his strokes. Jesse's hands came down around her torso, bracing on the desk. Beca's legs wound around his waist, which brought him deeper inside her. They groaned simultaneously and Jesse's mouth descended on Beca's hungrily.
His teeth bit her bottom lip; his tongue teased the inside of her mouth. One hand lifted to pinch her nipple and then caress the pain away. His hands delved into her hair and tugged, which caused Beca to cry out hoarsely. She arched her back, coming completely off the desk. Jesse's motions slowed, he pulled out of her nearly completely before slamming back into her. The sudden fullness pressed the very air out of Beca's lungs. Jesse tortuously pulled out of her, drawing out the moment agonizingly, and snapped his hips forward again.
He kept up this pattern for quite some time, but Beca knew it wouldn't go for much longer. Jesse's breath was coming in rasps and a slow hum was running up her body. His pace picked up and the zing of electricity tingled. When an arm ran under her body and lifted it up just a little bit higher, the tingle became a smolder. When his clever fingers found her clit, the smolder became a burn. Her arms whirled up over her head and she looped her bound limbs around his neck.
The new angle had Jesse hitting a spot within her that made her see stars. She clamped down on him, head lolling back until she was literally hanging on his neck. He thrust into her desperately until he cried out and fell into her body. Her back hit the desk with a thud and she struggled to control her breathing. That's becoming an increasingly prominent problem with Jesse. He reached up and untied her tank top, freeing her hands and then disposed of the condom.
The liberation of her hands seemed to unleash her words as well. "Where did that come from?" She asked breathlessly.
He rumpled his hair and admitted, "I was waiting for you to come in here. I've been planning breaking the Aussie's biggest rule for a while." Beca smiled because she'd been planning the same. "Then when you told me about those guys on the street… I guess I got a little jealous…"
Beca stared at him for a moment before pulling him down to her level. Her lips slanted across his and her tongue snuck between his lips to tease the back of his teeth. She nibbled his bottom lip, holding his face with her hands. When she pulled back, he had a dazed look on his face.
"What was that for?"
"Be jealous more often." Beca quipped. She gathered up her clothing and tugged them in the right place. Sadly, her button up shirt was ruined.
"Sorry about your shirt." Jesse apologized sheepishly. He stood there with his unbuttoned shirt hanging off of his shoulders and the silliest look of guilt on his face.
"I am very glad for its destruction. Besides, there's plenty more where that came from." She teased him and kissed his nose. When he began to button his shirt, she stopped him. He looked bewildered. "If I'm going to have to do this crappy job, I might as well have a really great distraction."
Jesse laughed and went to bring out the last few crates of CDs. Beca walked to the booth and put in one of her CDs. Florence and the Machine's "Blinding" sounded through the room and Jesse quirked an eyebrow at her. She stuck out her tongue and set to work on the CDs. The next few hours passed in a flurry of Florence Welch and Pentatonix, an a cappella group Beca had discovered and adored. They took breaks every so often to kiss languidly over a crate or caress and tease the other.
"We should go somewhere tomorrow. Y'know. Do something special for the last day of break." Jesse said as they locked up the store and headed home, fingers entwined.
Beca eyed him, "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"
"There's a lake not too far from here. We could pack up today, leave tonight and spend the night in a cabin up there. Or we could leave tomorrow and spend tomorrow night. What's your schedule like?"
Beca thought for a moment before settling. Let's leave tonight." She glanced at her watch: 1:07. "We've got plenty of time. How far is the lake?"
"Hour or so drive. We could get there and take a boat out. Then we'd have the entire day tomorrow before having to come back." Jesse was getting excited.
"Okay, dork. I'll meet you at the Treble house in… 45 minutes?"
Jesse kissed her on the cheek, "I'll be waiting with baited breath."
"Come back here and give me a proper fucking kiss." She complained, snatching the collar of his shirt and bringing his mouth to her own. She pulled away breathless and strutted away, not even needing to look behind her to know he was checking her out.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Can you guess what movie reference is coming up? I bet you can! Critique this as much as you can. It was my first rough sex scene. Also, if you don't know either of the groups I mentioned, you must look them up immediately.