The more I thought about it today, the more I had started to dread this. Dating. Ugh. I’d never done it much in my life considering that Wyatt and I got together when I was just 19. But I had watched enough television and listened to enough women bitch about it that I wasn’t aching to jump into that pool.
What I wanted would have to come from Daughtry and I could tell from his reaction this morning that there wasn’t a chance of it happening.
With a sigh, I picked up my backpack and grabbed the garment bag that was hanging on a hook in my bay before I walked toward the bathroom/shower area at the back of the building. Luckily I was the last one here other than Daughtry and I wouldn’t have to deal with anyone coming in.
There was a private room for women, namely me and Jenna if she was here, but it was small and cramped compared to the room for the men. I didn’t want to deal with that right now, so I slipped into the men’s room to get ready.
I had just pulled off my overalls and was standing in my yellow lace panties and a tank top when Daughtry stormed in.
He and I both stopped all movement and stared at each other.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled at me.
I noticed that he didn’t look good. His color was off and his cheeks were red from the heat even though it was a mild day outside.
“I’m baking a fucking cake. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re getting naked right out in the open for any man that works here to get a gander at those sweet tits of yours. That’s what it looks like you’re doing.”
“As if,” I scoffed. “I’m the last one here.”
“Obviously not if I’m standing here looking at you,” Daughtry said as his gaze slowly roamed from my toes up to my eyes. Then his eyes got warm and he said, “It is a pretty sight.”
“Do you mind?” I asked him snidely.
“Not at all,” he answered. Right before he leaned a hip on the sink and made himself comfortable.
Well, if he wanted a show, I’d give him a fucking show.
I ripped the tight tank top off and tossed it onto the bench, leaving me naked but for a pair of yellow, lace thong panties.
“Fuck,” Daughtry growled as he ran his hands over his face and down his beard to the tip of it.
“Nope,” I told him, pretending that his gaze wasn’t affecting me at all. “Don’t need to. I got that from you last night.”
“No bra? You dress like that everyday?”
“I had on a pair of overalls,” I explained. “And when I got here this morning, I was wearing a flannel.”
“No, I mean that little tank top and the pretty underwear,” Daughtry explained with a groan.
“Does it matter,” I asked him slyly. “Or can I not wear pretty underwear if I work for you?”
“You shouldn’t wear any underwear at all,” Daughtry said softly as he moved away from the sink and stalked toward me. “Because when I think about you, you’re totally fucking naked and I’m pounding away inside you while you beg me to let you come.”
“What?” I whispered as I backed away from him.
“And then, I sit there at my desk and think about you, watching you as you bend over the fucking hood of a car or some shit and I imagine that I’m fucking you from behind while you play with your clit.”
“Oh.” I bumped up against the cold locker and gasped, my eyes wide.
The images that Daughtry was putting out there were damn close to my own fantasies. Just the other day, I had imagined him bending me over my tool bench and fucking me until we were both screaming. Apparently we had the same kind of visions. Who knew?
You’d think that the two of us spent enough time in bed together that those would lessen, but I knew they hadn’t for me at all.
“But right now, you’re not a wet dream and you’re not my imagination,” Daughtry reached up and cupped my small breast, squeezing my nipple with his thumb. “You’re right fucking here and so am I.”
“Yeah,” I tilted my head back and looked at him while he spoke to me. His breath was so sweet, I wondered if he had another piece of candy in his mouth. I wondered if he’d taste as sweet as he smelled. I licked my lips as I stared at his and he groaned as he moved his hips closer to press against me. “This is not part of what we agreed on, Daughtry.”
“I don’t give a shit. I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall, Jamie.”
“Okay,” I whispered and quit resisting that kiss I was wishing for. I moved my head forward and pressed my mouth to his and found out that he did not have candy in his mouth, he was just sweet.
Within seconds, Daughtry had me up in his arms, his pants around his ankles, and he was thrusting into my wet and very willing body. I grunted as he forced his way in and my body adjusted to him. The pleasure and pain made me want to scream.
He stopped when he was in to the hilt and whispered, “Sorry, baby. You okay?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I growled. Right now, he was not my boss and he was not my friend. He wasn’t even my fuck-buddy. He was hot neighbor guy and I wanted him to fuck me like he had that night. With wild and reckless abandon, over and over again.
Daughtry put his hands on my hips and held on while he stepped back just a fraction. My shoulders rested against the cold lockers and my body was held up only by his hands. And his cock.
He thrust in and out and all I could do was hold onto his shoulders while I felt my orgasm building. He bent his knees to change the angle of his thrusts and hit my clit just right causing me to yell.
“Right there,” I yelled. “Right fucking there!”
He didn’t change a thing, just thrust in and out of me over and over again until I was mindless. The screams leaving my mouth were primal and uncontrolled. The orgasm was explosive and I gritted my teeth as he kept moving, kept pumping into me until there was nothing left. I was finished. Done.
But he wasn’t. Not at all.
He held me to him, still inside me, and backed up to the wooden bench that was set a few feet away from the lockers. He sat down and scooted his ass back until my knees rested on either side of him.
“Ride me, baby,” He grunted as I lifted myself off him and dropped back down. “Goddamn, that’s good. Why can’t I get enough of you?”
I was chasing my own orgasm this time and I could tell I was close to finding it. I yelped when he slapped my ass cheek and then rubbed the sting away with his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me,” Daughtry growled. “Just like that. You know just how your man likes it.”
“Fuck!” I screamed, still bouncing myself up and down in his lap. “Oh, God.”
I heard Daughtry grunt as I felt his cock twitch inside me. I gripped him tight with my inner muscles and when my clit came down one last time on his pubic bone, I lost it. Head thrown back, I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed with my orgasm, milking his cock for every drop he had to give.
Finally, when I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, my head dropped down to his shoulders and rested there while I tried in vain to catch my breath.
“Goddamn it,” Daughtry growled. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks for a second and then he leaned back so I had no choice but to lift my head up off his shoulder. “Get off me before I puke. I can’t fucking do this.”