19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Griffin’s Beach Undertaker
O ne week. That’s how many nights Jamie has slept in Undertaker’s bed in the apartment. For one week, they didn’t make it past second base. But tonight will be the night, assuming she still wants to be with him in the way he needs.
“Where are we?” Jamie asks as she sits on the couch of the rental house he secured two days before.
If all goes well, he thinks he’ll buy the place. The only things he had to furnish in the house was the bed, bedding, and bathroom and kitchen items. Otherwise, it came fully furnished.
“Well, that’s what we’re here to discuss,” Undertaker says as he stands against the wall in front of her.
Her hair hangs down past her shoulders in soft waves he’s learned comes the day after she curls it, and it’s his favorite hairstyle on her. It makes her look so damn sweet and innocent as she stands there and gives him those purposeful, knowing looks that make his cock come alive.
The past week has been torture for him, but he knew he needed to give her time to back out. Time to think things through before they go beyond the point of no return. She can only give up her virtue once, and he wants to make sure she understands what she’s getting herself into.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to go over the rules again.
I need to make sure we’re on the same page, and everything is clear.
If anything seems too much for you, just tell me.
We can call it a day, and there will be no hard feelings.
” Her dark eyebrow lifts, and he smirks.
“Okay, maybe some hard feelings, but they’ll mostly be on my end. ”
She smiles and nods. “Continue with the scary rules.”
They’ve talked a little about this when she stayed with him, and he rolls his eyes. “First, all your stuff gets moved in here. Clothes, shoes, makeup, feminine products, everything.”
“So… I’d live here? With you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Well, that one was easier than expected. “I need to know your work schedule, and you need to call me to let me know you’ve arrived home, even if I’m in town but not at the house. And I need all updates or changes to your schedule. Where you’re going and who you’re with.”
To his surprise, Jamie smiles. “I can do that. Can I text instead of call sometimes?”
Undertaker scrunches his nose. “Only if you have to, or if I don’t answer. I fucking hate texting. Big fingers fumble too much with the screen. Plus, I like hearing your voice.”
“Boomer.”
“Gen X, thank you!” he says with a chuckle. “I also need to know who you’re with always. If I don’t like someone, you need to break contact with them. It’s non-negotiable. And you cannot be alone with anyone who has a cock and isn’t related to you. Unless it’s an absolute emergency.”
“So bossy,” she says with a giggle. “I know you said it’s non-negotiable, but that last one will be difficult at work. I work with a lot of men, and I don’t have the authority to dictate who I’m in meetings with.”
Something he hadn’t thought about. Most of the women he’d tried to make this work with didn’t have jobs. “Well, that does pose a problem, doesn’t it?”
“Unless you expect me to quit, work will need to be an exception. I just started, so I really don’t a say in much of anything.”
Two minutes in, and he’s already bending the rules. “Okay, work is the one and only exception. But only during work hours.”
“Got it.”
“This is your chance to tell me if it sounds like it’s too much. There are no exceptions to these rules.”
His heart pounds hard against his chest as he waits for the inevitable words he hears every time. This is just a little too crazy. If the words came out of her mouth, he’d be devastated after only a week, but he also can’t blame her.
“It sounds perfectly fine to me, but I do have a few questions.”
Again, not the response he expected. “What would those be?”
“What are the expectations of me here?”
“I just told you—”
“No, I got that. I mean with the house. I don’t want to feel as though I’m pulling my fair share to have you upset with me because I’m not meeting standards. Like laundry, cooking, cleaning…”
Holy fuck, she’s really doing this.
They discuss the division of tasks. She’ll handle cooking and most of the cleaning as well as paying for groceries and household items as long as she has the job.
He’ll take care of house maintenance, including the lawn, and he’ll handle the cleaning tasks she hates.
And all utilities and rent will be paid by him.
“You’re in? Really in?” Undertaker gapes in shock. Absolute shock.
“Yes, but I will let you know if it becomes too much because I know how important communication is to you. But I think you underestimate how much I want what you’re offering,” Jamie says.
Communication. He feels much better about what they’re about to do, and he holds out a hand to her. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
Without a word, he leads her to the bedroom with the bed covered in rose petals and flameless candles all around them.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Is this for me?”
“Your first time should be special. If you’re sure you’re ready.”
A smile spreads across her face. “I feel like I’m in a movie.”
Picking her up, he kisses her and sets her on the bed. His hands gently stroke her face and neck as his tongue explores her mouth. He notices her heart race beneath his touch and pulls back to look into her eyes. “You can say no, Jamie. If you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready. I’m just anxious. Nervous but excited.”
“Just keep talking to me,” he whispers. “If you need me to stop, or something doesn’t feel good, I need you to tell me.”
Nodding, she reaches out and slides his kutte off his large shoulders, and he shifts to let it fall to the ground before tugging his shirt up over his head.
“This just isn’t fair,” she says as she reaches out and runs her fingertips along his abs. She’s seen them before, but he has to admit how different the candlelight, fake or not, makes everything appear. “Do you have any body fat, or are you just built like Schwarzenegger?”
Undertaker chuckles and tugs her shirt until she lifts her arms to let him slide it up and off of her. Her hands immediately move to cover her stomach, but he peels them from her body. “Don’t do that.”
“It’s not pretty.”
“Jamie, you’re gorgeous. All of you.”
“But… You’re built like… that.”
His lips find her neck as he unclasps her bra, slipping it down her arms and feeling the goosebumps spreading along her skin.
“I love curves. It gives me something to hold onto. Besides, every part of you is real. You have no idea how hard it is to come by that these days. Plus, you have one hell of an ass.”
Laying before him in only her jeans, her eyes stare enchanted with him, and he groans. Nothing has ever felt quite this special before, and he vows to make it as good as possible for her.
He pays special attention to each breast as he climbs on her, careful not to squash her with his weight. Natural C’s that are still perky and clearly untouched by anyone besides him.
“Everything about you is sexy,” she pants. “But my favorite part—so far—is your voice.”
Story of my life, baby doll. “I’m going to take off your jeans now,” he murmurs as his fingers quickly unbutton them while his tongue swirls around her right nipple.
“Please,” Jamie moans, living her ass up off of the bed to help him remove them. “Take yours off, too.”
Laughing, he stands upright and does as she asks. She strips out of her panties and socks to lay completely bare for the first time. Leveling the stakes, he steps out of his boxers and stands before her to allow her a moment to take it all in.
“Jesus,” she mutters.
He looks down at himself and smirks. He’s not that much bigger than average, but for someone who has never had a cock inside her before, it probably does seem intimidating. “You’ll adjust to it. I promise.”
“Just”—she swallows—“promise you’ll go slow.”
“Baby doll, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’re not even going to remember the forty-five seconds of pain. Now, I have to ask. Are you on birth control?”
“Since I was fifteen. Acne. Every day at the same time.”
Her voice shakes as the nerves take over, and he knows it’s time to taste her. Fulfill the desire he’s had since meeting her, and hopefully it’ll help her relax and enjoy the ride.
Falling to his knees, he places her thighs on his shoulders and massages them. Images them squeezing his face as she comes makes him ache and throb.
“Undertaker?”
He pauses before his tongue reaches its goal. “Yeah, baby doll?”
“Never mind.”
“No, there’s no never minds here. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says and smiles. “Nothing at all.”
Stilling his hands, he looks up into her eyes. “Talk to me. What’s going on in your head.”
“I’m… I know I seem super ready and willing, and I’m more than willing, actually, but I don’t… I don’t know what to do. How to act.”
Kissing her inner thigh, he smiles. He thought she’d changed her mind, but he’s relieved she hasn’t. “You do whatever you feel. We’re figuring this out together, and there’s no right or wrong. Your body will seek out pleasure, so just do what comes naturally.”
“It’s kind of funny.”
“What is?”
“You’re so big and intimidating, but you’re the only person who has ever made me feel secure. Like you’re here no matter what. It’s weird. A good weird.”
Secure. Another word for safe. Protected. He’ll always protect her, and he knows he took on that responsibility the moment she stepped into the clubhouse.
“Always,” he whispers and finds her clit with his tongue, laying it flat as he rubs against her.
“Oh!” Jamie gasps, arching her back. “Wow.”
He slides his hands up along her hips and sides until he finds her tits, massaging them and tugging her nipples while his mouth makes love to her. It surprises him how quickly her fingers begin to clench at the bedspread and rose petals.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she moans, her thighs squeezing his head.
Her juices coat his tongue as he laps up every drop until her muscles relax, and she’s come down. Sliding up the bed, he smirks. “Good?”
“Very good.”
Undertaker kisses her neck, and positions himself at her opening. “You’re still sure about this?”
“If it’s anything like your mouth, I’m more than sure.”
Her lips find his, but as he tries to enter her, her muscles tighten and stop him. “Baby doll, I need you to relax everything. I’m going to hurt you otherwise, and I don’t want to do that.” She lets out a deep breath, and his tip slips inside her. “That’s my girl.”
“It’s not so bad,” she whispers.
He inches a little further, gauging her reaction with every inch until he feels the resistance. “Okay, baby doll, this is the point where I don’t have a choice but to hurt you a little. I’m going to do it fast, so I need you to just breathe and relax.”
“Fast. Got it.”
Surging forward, he thrusts just far enough to break the hymen, but he doesn’t fully enter her yet. He stills and waits for her pain to subside as she gasps.
She’s so damn tight, but he doesn’t dare move just yet. Even as he throbs, he stays where he is.
“Yeah, that kind of hurt,” Jamie says and closes her eyes, a few deep breaths coming out until she finally relaxes beneath him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers and kisses her neck. “I wish I didn’t have to hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” she says, kissing his temple. “Guess I’m officially not a virgin anymore.”
Undertaker chuckles and shakes his head. “No, you most definitely are not.”
They kiss, and he slowly inches forward until he’s fully inside her. He strokes long and slow until she pulls away and looks down at their bodies joined together in awe.
“Like what you see?”
“I didn’t think you’d fit, honestly,” she says with a giggle. She lifts her hips and gasps. “This feels good.”
“Yeah?” He thrusts with a little more gusto, and she gasps again. “We’re going to have so much fun, baby doll.”
Pulling back, he needs to see her. Watch her. He tests out a faster pace, and she arches her back, tugging at her own nipples as he does. It’s even sexier than he imagined as his fingers dig into her hips and he moves even faster still. He’s not sure how much longer he can last.
He moves his hand to rub her clit furiously, and she moans, her eyes closed tightly as she slowly tightens around him. Her climax builds, and it doesn’t take long before she cries out, “Oh God!”
Her pussy holds his cock in a vise-like grip, and he can’t hold back any longer. Shouting her name, he comes hard, falling forward and bracing his arms on either side of her head.
The happy little satisfied smile on her face fills his chest with a warmth he hadn’t expected. He always likes to please women, but this is different. He needs to please Jamie.
Pulling out of her, he lies down and pulls her into his arms. Her head rests on his chest, and she draws a small heart on his peck. “So, that’s what it’s like to be fucked?”
“Baby doll, that wasn’t fucking. That was making love.”
“What’s the difference?”
“I’ll show you some other time.”
Undertaker swears she sighs in disappointment, but she surprises him yet again by saying, “Thank you.”
“For the orgasm? Trust me, baby doll, that was my pleasure. In fact, you’re probably going to be cleaning my pleasure out of you for a day.”
Jamie giggles. “Well, yes, but no. I’ve never been made to feel like I’m safe to do or say whatever I want or feel like I do with you. I expected to be more self-conscious than I was.”
What does he say to that? Nothing comes to mind, and he kisses her, soft and sweet, in response. The way he feels about Jamie feels different from almost everyone before her, and he prays she can handle his rules. That she won’t walk away from him like everyone before her.