16. Kat
Jameson drove like he was in a NASCAR race, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on me. His fingers teased and stroked, keeping me in a constant haze.
If I let common sense in I might change my mind, so I’d rather he use his long fingers to keep it far, far away.
“Favorite position?” Jameson asked, his finger pausing an inch shy of where I wanted it.
“I…”
He lifted his hand, and I grabbed onto his wrist with a scratchy, whispered, “No, wait.” He chuckled, and I didn’t even care—I needed him to keep touching me. My heart beat out of control, and my hormones were going even crazier. “I’m not sure. Most of the time I always end up doing plain-old missionary. My first boyfriend always got offended when I said I’d like to try being on top and in control, and another one of the guys I dated was really into doggy style, but I never much cared for it. I’d like to try something a little more exciting, and I’ve always wanted to be taken against a wall.”
“Good girl.” Jameson lowered his hand back over my sex and rewarded me with one slow drag and a circle right over my clit. I arched my hips, chasing his touch—I couldn’t help it. “We’re almost there.”
“I’m almost there.”
Jameson swore and accelerated around a corner—his car was an Equus Bass, and because there were only about three hundred made, they were for a very wealthy few. It was more on the classic side than the cars I’d pegged as his type, but I’d nailed the sexy and sporty part, and if I wasn’t so wildly, desperately turned on, I’d congratulate myself for calling it. We pulled into a garage at a house that I vaguely registered was big and beautiful, but most importantly private. The minute or so apart as we walked into the house left me frustrated even as it fueled my desire.
But it left just enough space in my brain for that pesky common sense to come bursting through.
“Wait,” I said as Jameson reached around me to relock the door leading to the garage, his other hand going to my waist.
He slipped his fingers under the fabric of my shirt and tingles broke out as he dragged them back and forth, back and forth. Then he twisted his wrist so that his fingertips dipped into the waistband of my skirt and skimmed the top of my panties. “Is that really what you want?”
My entire body screeched in protest. “No, but if we’re going to really do this?—”
“We are,” he said as he pinned me against the door, his hips bumping mine, his erection pushing against the pulsing bundle of nerves that were screaming at me to not leave them high and dry.
Hell yes, we were doing this. “Okay, but we need to make rules. Rules with punishments, because you don’t take guidelines seriously.”
He moved his lips to my neck. “More punishments. Mmm.” He licked up the column of my neck and pressed his open mouth to my jaw, and I sagged against the door.
Before he made me forget everything again, I placed a hand on his chest, holding him back. “Are you going to agree to my terms, Mr. Stone?”
“Yes.” He moved to kiss me, and I held him back once more. “You haven’t even heard them yet.”
He sighed, straightened, and raked a hand through his hair. “Let’s hear them, then.”
“We have to keep things strictly professional at work. Absolutely no touching in the office—it’s a hard rule, one I’m not going to bend on.”
He slid his arms around my waist and palmed my ass, getting a tight grip on each cheek. “If I’m going to agree to that rule, that means that every second we’re not at the office, I’m going to be taking advantage of being able to touch you.”
“I can live with that.” I ran my hands up his arms to his firm shoulders, wanting to do a little touching myself. “And I do want to learn how to get the type of sexual fulfillment I crave out of my relationships in the future…” My face was heating, and I still couldn’t believe it was out there, but it was, so I might as well charge on through. “So don’t hold back. If I need extra…instruction, then I want you to be frank with me. If the way I tell you what I want is offensive or too much, or something I shouldn’t be asking for, you need to let me know.”
“I swear you won’t offend me, there’s no such thing as too much, and you should ask for what you want. It’s one thing if someone decides they’re not comfortable with something, but if they get upset because you are and you asked them for it, they’re not worth your time, and they sure as hell don’t deserve to fuck you.”
I should’ve been slightly offended that he put it that way, but I’d “made love” a few times, and it was dull and unfulfilling. I wanted to be fucked just for the sake of fucking, and the idea revved my heart rate back up to where it’d been a moment ago.
“That’s enough rules,” Jameson said. “We were in the middle of something, and it’s high time we get back to it.” Using his grip on my butt, he hauled me tight against him, and I gasped at the feel of his thickness, hard and ridged and right where I needed it. He crashed his lips to mine, his mouth hot and demanding.
I circled my arms around his neck and threw myself into the kiss. He nudged my lips with his tongue, and I opened up for him. Each sweep left me dizzier and more breathless as he tasted every inch of my mouth like he meant to devour me completely.
He peeled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground as his hungry gaze took me in. Every nerve-ending in my body pricked up as he ran his hands up me. He reached behind me, and with a flick of his wrist, undid my bra.
He yanked it down with a growl. “Damn, your tits are even more perfect than I thought they’d be.”
Before I could figure out how to respond to that, he dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
I cried out and drove my fingers through his hair.
He circled his tongue and then finished off with a gentle bite that sent a spike of need right down my core.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them as he lavished my other breast with attention.
Finally, I got the last few buttons free, and holyshit, it almost hurt to look at him. Pecs and ab muscles upon ab muscles. Tattooed arms with ink that dipped and emphasized every defined inch of them. A carved V that disappeared into his suit pants. Pants that did little to conceal his arousal.
Yes, sexy and too much all at the same time. Good thing I was into pleasure and pain.
I yanked his tie free and pushed his shirt off his shoulders so that it fell next to my discarded top. I took advantage of the fact that nothing was in the way anymore and ran my hands across the drool-worthy muscles.
“What do you want, Kat?” he asked, his husky voice half promise, half threat.
“I want to feel your skin on my skin.”
He wrapped his arm around me, his warm chest against mine as he made another devouring sweep of my mouth with his tongue. I dragged my hands down the strong muscles of his back, and when I used my nails, he groaned.
He boosted me into his arms, and when his gaze bored into mine, I saw that his pupils had nearly taken over the blue. “Couch or bed?”
I glanced toward the living room. I wanted to be adventurous, but I also had a feeling we’d need lots of space. “Bed.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us across the living room and down the hall, hefting my weight like he didn’t even feel it. He flipped the light on and started for the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
“But the light?”
He paused, confusion crinkling his brow. “What about it?” “It’s so bright. We should turn it off. At least for this first time.” Telling him what I wanted was hard enough without extra illumination.
“No,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to see every inch of you since the moment we met, and I plan on seeing every. Single. Inch.” He tossed me on the bed and yanked my skirt down, leaving me in just my panties. They were almost embarrassingly damp already, and thinking about the way he touched me in the restaurant only made me that much wetter.
“I…”
Jameson locked eyes with me and dragged one fingertip down, between my breasts. He rested his hand flat on my lower stomach, rocking the heel of his palm against me and eliciting a needy whimper. “Do I need to punish you?”
“No. Please, no.”
“You better tell me what you want, then. What do you want, Kat? You want my tongue on you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Where exactly do you want it?” He lowered his head and licked the spot just under my breasts. “Here?” He licked my belly button and I arched my hips, trying to get friction where I needed it. “Here?” He dragged his tongue across the top of my lacy panties. Then he looked at me and waited, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“I want it on me.”
One eyebrow slowly cocked up. “On you…?”
“I want your mouth on…” I couldn’t believe I was going to just say it, but I couldn’t take it any longer. “I want your tongue on my clit, and I want you to flick it with your tongue until I come.”
True to his word, he rewarded me by tugging down my panties and replacing them with his tongue. He groaned, the vibrations traveling across my skin and turning me on even more. One delicious sensation after another shivered through me, almost too much to take and yet I wanted more.
I was going to ask for him to slide a finger in me, but that would be too greedy, right? Tongue and finger?
“Mmm, you taste good.” His eyes met mine as he gave me another long slow lick. My head rolled back on the pillow and I clenched handfuls of the bedspread.
Nevermind.Thetongueisenough.
But then he parted my wet lips with his fingers and slipped one inside of me, sending the blissful sensations coursing through me to a whole new level. “One or two?” he asked, then he added another finger and I thought I was going to explode from the amount of pleasure flooding my body.
“Better answer, Kat. It’d be a shame to have to punish you when you’re so close.”
“Two. Definitely two.”
He thrust his fingers inside of me again, curling them and hitting a spot that I didn’t know I had, but definitely wanted to become better acquainted with. He placed his mouth over me as he continued pumping his fingers, and I could feel the orgasm coming, starting from my toes and traveling up my body and…
“Jameson.” I tumbled over the edge with his name on my lips and my fingers in his hair. He eked out every ounce of pleasure, not stopping until I was completely boneless.
It took me a few minutes to realize he was still wearing pants, which was completely unacceptable. I sat up and fumbled with his belt for a moment before finally getting it undone.
He groaned as I freed him from the tight fabric. I cupped him over his boxers and he arched into my touch. Then I pushed them down.
And stared.
I was no expert, and I’d only seen a handful of penises in my life, but his…? It was big and smooth and so incredibly hard and I wanted it inside me with a fierceness that surprised me.
But then I had one stupid downer second where I wondered if this was going to end like my other sexual encounters.
It’d been so good already, though, that it’d still be a win. Like I said, I didn’t want to be greedy.
“Kat?” he said, drawing my attention up, and I noticed he had a condom wrapper in his hand. “Thoughts?”
“I like it. I want it in me.” Whoa. That just burst right out there.
Jameson gave a low laugh as he rolled on the condom. “That’s good to hear because that’s definitely in the plans. I’m going to bury myself in your slick heat again, and again…” He stroked a hand down his shaft and my blood turned to liquid fire. “And again. But I meant against the wall or with you on top? Which do we start with first?”
“Oh, it’s okay. We already did me, so?—”
He yanked me off the bed, my body bumping into his. Then he smacked my ass, the slap loud in the silence. “Which one?”
I still had my heels on—we sort of forgot to take them off, I guess—but it left me lined up perfectly with him. “Against the wall.”
His eyes darkened as he walked me back against the nearest wall and my rapid pulse hammered through my head. He kissed me, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before he thrust it inside.
His erection nudged my wet, ready entrance. “I need you inside me,” I said. “I need it now.”
He gripped the base of his shaft and pushed inside of me, stretching and filling me in ways I’d only dreamed of. After giving me a second to bask in the feel of him, he slowly withdrew, and I whimpered at the absence.
Jameson traced his thumb across my lower lip. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re just getting started.” His hips smacked into mine as he thrust deeper and deeper, and flashes of light flickered across my eyes.
“I’m not quite…” I almost didn’t finish, but then I knew he’d punish me, and I’d spontaneously combust from the frustration. “At the right angle,” I quickly added.
“You want deeper?”
I nodded. “And harder.”
A carnal smile curved his mouth. He grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg up over his hip. I cried out as he moved even deeper inside me, then gripped his biceps for balance as the head of his penis found that glorious spot his fingers had.
“Right there,” I said on a breath. Sweat formed on his brow, and my body felt damp with it. Our skin slipped against each other as more heat built between us. I’d never reached the sweaty sex stage before, and now I knew I was going to be ruined for anything else.
Ruined for anyone else, probably, but I tried not to dwell on it. Fortunately, the cresting waves of euphoria took all that away.
I’d never been able to come through just sex, but I felt another orgasm building.
I dug my fingernails into the skin of his arms and he recaptured my lips, his tongue mimicking the movement of his body. He wound his fingers in my hair and then twisted my head so his lips were next to my ear. “I wanna feel you come while I’m buried deep inside of you.” He licked down my neck and then sunk his teeth into the skin where it met my shoulder.
My inner muscles clenched around him, causing even more delicious friction.
“That’s it. Come for me, Kat.” He thrust in so deep that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began, and the orgasm rocketed through me, a euphoric high claiming my body as I shuddered against him.
With a growl, he gripped my hips and pumped into me a couple more times. Then his muscles tensed as he found his own release. His ragged breath stirred my hair and he released his grip on my thigh. He braced both hands against the wall, one on either side of me, and slowly ran his gaze down my body, like he was memorizing every inch.
My insecurities popped up, making me want to cover myself. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” His eyes met mine, hazy and brimming with desire, and my insecurities faded away.
I smiled, my heart fluttering in my chest. “Right back at you. And that, against the wall like that…it was amazing. I’ve never been able to get there through sex before. Suffice it to say, I think this first lesson went rather well.”
He curled his hand around the back of my neck. “Rather well?” “Mind-blowingly well,” I corrected, and it was true and then some. I ran my hand down his chest and settled it over the spot where his heart beat as hard as mine, in awe that I got to do that now. While we were alone, of course. For a little over a month, anyway. “I’m already looking forward to lesson two. As long as you…?”
He lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a long, drugging kiss. “Oh, there’s definitely going to be a lesson two.”