Feeling naughty, I rolled my hips. A muffled moan sounded behind me. His hand flattened on my stomach. I bit my lip and moved my hips again. This time, he met me with a thrust of his hips. His hand traveled up and closed around one of my breasts.
“If you keep grinding your ass on my dick, I’m going to take it as an invitation,” he mumbled, sounding half asleep.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers before giving it a tug. I gasped as wetness pooled at my core.
“It’s definitely an invitation, but you’re not going anywhere near my asshole, Jameson Coleman. With the size of your cock, you’d tear me wide open.”
The bed shook from his silent laughter. “Baby, if you want me in, I’ll get in,” he whispered in my ear before he thrust against my ass again. I rolled my eyes.
“You can have me any other way,” I whispered, turning my head to see him. He was wearing a lazy smirk before his lips touched mine. I licked and nipped at him to open up for me. He took the hint and I caressed my tongue against his. We devoured each other as his hand released my breast, moving down my stomach to the apex of my legs.
His fingers slid between my folds and circled over my clit. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my mouth and pushed a finger inside me. He stroked in and out a few times before adding a second. His fingers were magic and had me so wound up, I was dying for release.
“Jamie, please,” I pleaded. His mouth released mine as he shifted down the bed. I rolled onto my back and he settled between my legs, pressing his lips to my skin just below my belly button. I got butterflies in my stomach when his eyes looked up at mine as he dipped lower.
“Jamie, I—” I didn’t get to finish that statement because he planted an open mouth kiss over my clit and I lost the ability to form words. This was a first for me. Tom had never attempted to go down on me and because I'd still been learning how to have sex without flinching, I'd never asked him to.
Thinking back to my relationship with Tom, I'd never fully trusted him. Jamie, on the other hand… There were no doubts, no fears. We fit like two halves of a whole and words couldn’t describe the sense of comfort my soul felt when it touched his.
I fisted the sheets, anchoring myself as his hot mouth enraptured me. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and his large arms circled around my thighs to hold me in place. His tongue stroked over my clit and my eyes rolled back into my head. Oh wow!
His tongue alternated between circling and lapping before sucking my clit between his lips. My hips bucked and my legs began to shake. He had figured out that the closer I was to coming, the louder my moans got. The bastard would pull back just as I was about to reach the peak. Then he would start the tortuous process again. When he did it to me for a third time, I was ready to kill someone for an orgasm.
I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled. “Damn it, Jamie! Don’t fucking stop!” My voice was strangled, a mixture of pleading and demanding, but my delirious frustration was apparent. He chuckled against my sensitive nub, making me whimper, then he began working my clit with determination. This time as I reached the peak, instead of stopping he grazed my delicate bundle of nerves with his teeth and I fell off the edge screaming, back arching off the bed. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
My body turned languid. Jamie smirked proudly as he scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom. He held me in his arms while he turned on the shower.
Once I was sure I could stand, he set me down and we both stood under the hot water, enjoying the feel of it cascading down our naked bodies. He washed every inch of my body, getting me worked up again. He’s turning me into a nympho.
When it was my turn to wash him, I started at his shoulders, kneading his thick muscles, slowly working down. The moment I started stroking his cock with soapy hands, he picked me up and fucked me against the shower wall.
Jamie practically kicked me out of his room to go change in mine. Apparently, I was giving him “fuck me” eyes while he was getting dressed and if I didn’t leave, we’d never make it out of his room.
Getting ready for the day, I skipped doing my makeup and only ran a comb through my hair. I didn’t have the energy to do much else. A night and morning of marathon sex took a lot out of me, it seemed. Even my clothes were picked lazily. A green tank and leggings.
I need coffee bad. I sighed, plopping my tired ass on the couch.
Jamie showed up not a minute later, looking sexy as hell. He was dressed in a button-down red shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying his tattooed arms. His dark jeans looked starched and had been paired with black leather Oxfords.
My eyes slowly roamed over him and my mouth went dry. He watched me while I looked my fill, smirking knowingly.
“Do big bad mob men get sick days? We could play naked doctor or just be naked. All. Day.”
He put his hands on his hips, shaking his head with the biggest smile. “I’d love to spend all day in bed with you, but I have today’s family meeting.”
Well, that wiped the smile off my face. I was uninvited to today’s meeting. Remembering Stefan’s punishment killed my naughty mood.
“We need to talk about something,” he stated, pulling me from my thoughts. His features returned to their stoic facade.
“We do?” I asked, erasing my own emotions, preparing for the worst.
“We had sex.”
I was unsure what he was getting at. “We did. Quite a bit, actually.”
He nodded in agreement, then rubbed the back of his neck.
Why would he be uncomfortable?
Then it hit me. He had a history of pouncing and bouncing. My heart rate spiked. It took everything in me not to sound hurt and keep my voice calm. “If you’re here to end this—”
“No.” The one word was said curtly, leaving zero room for argument.
I inwardly relaxed. He wasn’t ending this. I didn’t know what else to call what we were doing. We hadn't exactly discussed it. I wouldn’t say it was just sex. Feelings were on the line. We’d been friends for so long, there was nothing to stop that from happening. This little scare, however, revealed my feelings were stronger than expected, unsettlingly so.
“We didn’t use protection.” My eyebrows shot up, surprised. “I always remember to wear a condom, but when I’m with you…nothing else exists. You mess with my head.” He sighed. “I’m clean and I trust you are as well. I just want to know if I should be preparing for a baby?”
Understanding washed over me. “There will be no baby. I’m on the pill.” Kids were the last thing I wanted. Ever. I wasn’t the maternal type and I refused to subject a child to this life.
He visibly relaxed.
“It’s nice to know I have the same effect on you that you have on me,” I admitted.
“I told you I wanted this. Have I given you the impression I felt otherwise?” He didn’t sound upset or accusatory. His tone was gentle while implying I shouldn’t doubt this, us, or him.
I shook my head. He hadn’t given me that impression at all. I felt bad at how quickly I'd assumed the worst.
“Get your beautiful ass up and let’s go to breakfast. We’re already late as it is, and I don’t trust myself to be alone with you behind closed doors.”