32. Jameson
Chapter thirty-two
Jameson
“Fuuuuck.” Her pussy was tight before, but now, as her walls squeeze around me, the wetness of her orgasm coating my dick, I can’t hold myself back. I pump in and out, my hips out of control as my own orgasm builds to unbelievable heights at the base of my spine.
I grip her ass, my fingers digging into her round perfection, as I angle her just right, hitting the exact tempo I’ve been craving.
My vision goes black as I come, my guttural roar filling the room.
I ride out what might be the strongest orgasm of my life, my hips continuing to pump until every last drop is spent. I drop my forehead to Bryn’s, shifting my weight to my elbows as I breathe in her scent.
Her shuddering breath rumbles through me, jarring me back to my senses.
That was fucking perfection. I may truly be ruined for the rest of my life after that. If that is what she was like her first time… oh, shit. That was her first time.
“Oh my God. Bryn. Are you…?” I search for the answer to my unspoken question in her eyes. “Was that…okay?”
I’m so fucked. My dick springs back to attention, already ready to see what she’s like now that she’s gotten the first time out of her way. Or maybe that was beginner’s luck. That has to be it. There is no possible way she can rock my world at that level repeatedly. I’ve been with plenty of women to know that’s not a reasonable expectation to have.
She raises her eyebrow. “Is ‘okay’ how you would describe it?”
I love how feisty she is. I can assure you I was not that confident after losing my virginity, but she…she should be confident. That was amazing.
Shoving against my shoulder, she pushes me onto my back, slipping her leg over my waist to straddle me. Leaning forward, she pins my hands next to my head with hers and asks again, “Was that just okay for you?”
“Fuck, no.” I strain upward and nip her lower lip. “That was”—I search for the words to describe how absolutely life-changing the last hour had been—“mind-blowing.”
Her hot breath tickling my ear, she whispers, “Yeah, well, I’m inclined to agree. I’m not some blushing fifteen-year-old girl who has never had an orgasm before. I know what I like, and—not to inflate that already enormous ego of yours—but you delivered exactly that.”
I know she told me not to let it inflate my ego, but, yeah, there’s no way I’m not going to consider that the greatest compliment I’ve ever been given. Might even request it on my gravestone.
Realizing I’m still wearing the used condom, I roll Bryn off me and stand to go clean up. “I’m just going to take care of…” I gesture down at my still-hard penis. Then I look at her, an uncomfortable realization about virgins crossing my mind. “Wait, do you need to clean up? Is there”—I look at the white comforter and then back to her face, feeling my own cheeks heat—“blood?”
Smooth, Jameo. Real smooth. The women in my life would be so disappointed at how poorly I just handled that. Thank God they will never know.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she scoffs. “Jesus, Jameo, this isn’t the 1800s. As both a past athlete and a regular tampon-wearer, I have no doubt my hymen and I went our separate ways many, many years ago.” She smirks at me as I walk away. “So don’t try to get any of those cows you paid for me back from my father.”
“I don’t think that’s how dowries worked,” I comment over my shoulder as I head into the bathroom.
She throws one of the square blue pillows at my head. “You’re right. Somehow, women were so worthless that their fathers had to pay for someone to marry them.”
I tie the condom and throw it in the trash, letting the water heat before wetting a towel and bringing it out to Bryn.
“You know, I’d consider it…for the right number of cows, of course,” I say, leaning in to kiss her.
Fuck, did I just offer to marry her for cows?
She smacks my ass, laughing, before pulling me back down until I’m fully covering her body with mine, exploring my mouth with hers.
We lie in bed, alternating between exploring each other’s bodies and catching each other up on the little things until there is a knock at the door, our food finally arriving from room service.
We both jump up, grabbing robes from the closet before I yell, “Come in!”
Bryn heads into the bathroom to see to her needs as I head out into the living area, directing the dark-haired waitress where to leave our food tray. I slip her a generous tip, thanking her as she leaves.
As the door closes, Bryn slips into the living room, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her robe. Settling down on the couch, she pulls her knees up next to her, resting her head back and closing her eyes.
“Dinner?” I ask.
“Always.” She drops onto the couch, leaning over the coffee table where I’ve set up her meal.
We both dig in, eating in a comfortable silence while Monica and Chandler bicker about something in the background.
“So, you doing okay?” I ask around the bacon burger in my mouth.
Dipping a fry into our shared milkshake, she nods. “Yep. And truly, Jameo, you don’t need to worry about me. Like I said, I wasn’t even going to tell you about it until it happened to come up in conversation. If we could act like we’ve both slept with someone before, that would be great.” She holds up a hand, emphasizing her point. “And I promise I’m not about to become a stage-five, virgin clinger.”
I squint my eyes at her before guessing, “ Wedding Crashers ?”
“M-hm.”
“Your extraordinary ability to quote movies aside, I feel like there are a couple of things to unpack in there.”
“Can we not?”
I shake my head. “No, I feel we must. First, if you wouldn’t have told me, I would’ve been really fucking offended. Honestly, I’m pretty offended that you continue to tell me that you weren’t going to. You should be able to trust me, B. With anything.” When she starts to cut in, I hold up two fingers. “Second, you haven’t slept with someone before, so, no, we aren’t going to act like it was just another hookup. I’m going to make sure you know that it was special. I am not taking it lightly that I was the one you decided was important enough to take that step with. Plus, it wasn’t just sleeping with someone for me. It was sleeping with you for the first time, and that makes it really fucking special in my book. And third—” I hold up a third finger as Bryn leans back and groans, “Jesus.”
“And third,” I continue, “please be a clinger. Maybe not stage five, but, like, maybe stage two?”
She scrunches up her nose. “That was surprisingly sweet. And you’re right, it would’ve been shitty of me not to tell you, but, honestly, it was always about me not feeling like it was a big deal, not about me not trusting you.” She chews her food for a few seconds before adding, “It was pretty fucking great, wasn’t it? That wasn’t just because I don’t have any other experience to compare it with?”
“Honestly?”
“No, please lie to me,” she jokes before widening her eyes, a hint of fear seeping through. “Actually, maybe do lie to me.”
“It was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She blinks. “I’m not sure if it was a lie or not.”
“Definitely not a lie.”
She smirks, turning back to her dinner.
“You know,” I say, “I wasn’t joking earlier. When we’re in Wild Bluffs, you should stay out with me instead of Kelsey.”
She finishes chewing, contemplating her answer with an angle of her head. “Doesn’t that feel like… Like actual clinger status? I’m 1000 percent in on this relationship, but we see each other one or two days every couple of weeks right now. Being on top of each other—”
I raise my eyebrows, causing her to roll her eyes.
“Not like that, you horndog,” she teases. “Don’t you think it would be a little too much too soon? I work from home. I’m around all the time . And you live in a hotel room. Where would I even take my work calls?”
I consider it. I really want to spend all my time with Bryn, but she’s probably right. Moving into a hotel room together doesn’t actually make sense.
“Okay, it might be a bit too much while I’m staying at the golf course. But can I still see you as much as humanly possible?”
A smile blooms on her face as she takes one last bite of her burger. “Deal. Now, are you ready for round two, or do you need a longer break, old man?”
“We are basically the same age!” I laugh before pulling her onto my lap and bringing her mouth down to meet mine.