Chapter 25
Jamie
The oven beeps, and Arnie takes the fish slice he’s holding, plating up the moussaka.
“I can’t believe he had been following us this whole time.” I’m kneeling on my cushion next to Arnie’s dining chair as I wait for him to bring the meal over.
“Apparently, the police had been called a few times and alerted to a man in all black wandering around the campus,” Arnie says as he slides into his seat, his fingers immediately running through my curls.
I shiver as I think of Jed, hiding, watching, waiting for his chance to confront me. I’m still not clear on what his endgame was for throwing a brick with no note, but for now, I’m happy to push all thoughts of the man out of my mind in favour of spending time with my boyfriend.
I’ll be eternally grateful for what Simmons and Arnie did for me.
They made sure I was safe. Even better is that they both believed that what happened to me at the hands of Jed was real.
There had been zero doubt. My mom didn’t even believe me, even when I couldn’t attend dance practices for worry over how I got the bruises or cuts.
After Jed had fled from throwing the brick, Arnie filed a police report. Since the police were already looking for him, they were not only helpful but had put out warning that there was a wanted criminal in the area.
We eat in silence, Arnie feeding me little bits, offering me some sips of his wine even though he poured me a glass that’s now sitting untouched on the table.
I hum, content with my eyes closed. My head somehow making its way to Arnie’s thick thigh and is now resting against it. I let my fingers play with the seam of his work trousers.
“Blondie. How about a bath, then a movie?”
I blink my eyes open and realise I had fallen asleep on him. Pushing away to stand up, Arnie grabs my chin and brings my face up to meet his.
He pulls my hair slightly to tip my head back, then covers my mouth with his in a deep, unhurried kiss.
Blood flows straight to my cock, and I melt into his mouth more, my hands coming up to caress his thighs. He groans and repositions us, so I’m directly between his legs, still kneeling.
My mind swirls with possibilities of where the night might lead.
He bites my lower lip, garnering a pornographic moan from me as my hands travel further towards the one place I’ve yet to explore.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve scened twice with Arnie now. Kissed him, slept in his sheets, and yet I’ve not seen him naked. Sex has not been a topic of conversation.
I break the kiss, both of us panting, and I can see the lust in Arnie’s eyes. There’s no doubt that he wants me the same way I want him.
“Can I... Is it okay if... I touch you?” I manage to get out before my bravery bolts.
“You don’t have to, blondie, I know you’ve been through a lot today,” he tries to explain as he traces my ear and cups my cheek.
“No, please. I need this. I want it. If...you want it to?”
“God, yes. Let’s get in the bath and I’ll make us both feel good. How does that sound?” I groan softly at the thought of finally seeing this man in all his glory. To find out if what I’ve been fantasising about is true.
Instead of using the bathroom designated to me, Arnie pulls me by the hand into his bedroom, depositing me on the bed before heading into his ensuite to run the water.
“Hey, that’s my job,” he says, slapping my hands away as I try to undress myself. I giggle, allowing myself to just be in the moment with him. To let myself enjoy what is happening between us.
He tugs off my clothes at an impressive rate before leading me into his ensuite, fingers laced together.
I’m giddy at the sight of his sunken bathtub; the warmth from the hot water still running swirls around us.
The room is so unlike what I thought Arnie’s taste would be.
The peach tiling is ceiling-high; dimmed overhead lights pour down on us, making the room sexy and intimate.
I can smell lavender, which is in small bunches, thrown into the bath, floating alongside some sort of oil and dried flowers.
Twisting around to look at Arnie, he’s observing me, like he’s worried I won’t like it.
“You are not what I thought you’d be like,” I say as I finger-walk up his torso, where he’s now shirtless. His skin is slightly sweaty from the heat of the room, his heart beating about as hard as mine, it would seem.
“And Jamie, tell me. What did you think I’d be like?” He breathes against me, nudging me with his nose as I look up to match his gaze.
“I thought you lived in an all-black house, with cobwebs and taxidermy or something,” I say, a little embarrassed at how that sounds now that I’ve admitted it out loud. Arnie throws his head back to laugh. It’s deep and natural. Sexy too.
“Well, what’s that phrase about judging a book? I like the light as much as the dark,” he mumbles against my mouth as he steals a quick kiss. I step back, aching to slip into this bath with him. To lean against his bare skin, relax and feel secure. Loved.
We are still holding hands, so I don’t get far before he’s trying to tug me back.
“No, please, A. Strip, I need to see you,” I plead with him. My plea causes his pupils to dilate. He lets go of my hand, unbuckling his belt at what must be the slowest speed known to man.
“Please, A,” I beg, not caring about my desperation.
“Tut, tut, Jamie. Patience is a virtue. Maybe I’ll need to add that to your corrective training,” he says as he wiggles his hips, his pants hitting the floor in a thud.
I don’t even answer. My cock is obvious and leaking from the tip as I get a front-row seat to the sexiest strip I’ve ever seen. Finally, finally, his underwear hits the floor to meet the rest, and I get my first look at Arnie in his birthday suit.
Art covers his arms, chest, and back. His thighs have massive pieces that trail around the back of his legs.
I do a turn signal with my finger, and he smirks but obliges.
His back is completely covered, running over the globes of his ass, and I’m momentarily jealous of the artist who got to ink there.
I gulp as he turns back around, and I come face to face with his hard cock.
Thick, so thick, and smaller than mine, but oh. ..my.... god.
“Is that a PA piercing?!” I almost shout.
I look back up and the smirk is still on his face.
“Yes, I also have a Jacobs Ladder and my lorum done. Does that scare you, Jamie?” He sounds confident, but his eyes give him away; he’s nervous that I won’t like it.
My dick drips more when I fall to my knees, never breaking my eyes from his.
“I think... I want to know how it feels in my mouth... maybe even —” he cuts me off when he pulls me up by my armpits, shoving his tongue into my mouth and grabbing my ass. As he takes what he wants from me, I whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck. Jamie, get in the bath,” he growls at me as he breaks the kiss. Our foreheads press against each other as we pant. I’m so turned on that I need him to guide me into the bath and seat me in front of him.
Disappointed that we aren’t continuing our love fest, I let myself relax as calming music comes through a speaker in the room and a warm washcloth covers me as Arnie cleans me.
“I could get used to this, A. But so, you know, I am sucking your dick the minute we are both clean,” I say in the best authoritative voice I can muster under the conditions.
His chuckling response vibrates at my neck as he continues to clean me.
Turning me to straddle his lap, he passes me another cloth, and I take my time washing him back.
I trace his tattoos with my finger, sometimes my tongue as I clean him.
He relaxes with his eyes shut, allowing me to explore his skin, the whole-time rubbing circles into my hips or massaging my ass.
I look to see us both hard and decide to take the lead again. Grabbing us both in my hand, I stroke slowly. Arnie’s head snaps up as his intense blue eyes open, a questioning look on his face.
I shrug one shoulder and give him my best innocent look.
“I want to make you feel good... please?” I ask as I continue to stroke us slowly.
He nods, his grip tightening on my hips as I speed up a little.
My hips move on their own as I grind, rubbing my thumb over his PA.
Then I hear the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard coming from his lips, and it spurs me on.
He likes what I’m doing to him, even if I’ve never done this before.
I apply harder pressure, which elicits another gasp from him; his grip on me is getting painful now, and I know to expect fingertip-shaped bruises tomorrow.
His cock piercings rubbing against my sensitive skin, mixed knowing that Arnie is losing control to my touch, is what takes me over the edge.
My orgasm rushes through me, and I’m covering him in my come as he shakes beneath me.
Pulling me close, he bites my shoulder as he finds his own release, and I swear I have a second mini-orgasm, letting out my own moans of pleasure.
Our mouths meet, and for a while, we just rock slowly together.
Once the bathwater turns cool, we help each other out, never taking our hands off each other as we dry off and slip into Arnie’s bed.
I pull him close to my chest as our breathing evens out, and I can’t help but giggle to myself as I realise. I’m the big spoon.