Chapter 3 #2
I glance down at the cami keeping him from viewing my still-clothed top-half.
“Oh, right. Maybe don't rip that. It’s bad enough you destroyed one of my three shirts for the week.” Sitting up, I strip off the ruined button-down and cami, throwing them both to the side.
Even though he hasn’t so much as removed his tie, I unhook my bra, then add it to the pile of my discarded clothes. “Your turn, Jamie.”
“Fuck, you can’t say my name like that,” he groans, finally pulling his tie over his head and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Like what?” I tease with all of the innocence I can muster, but it comes out as a challenge.
“Like you want me to fill you without that box of condoms.”
My eyes widen. “We are going to use them though… right?”
“Of course,” he replies without a hint of amusement, sliding his shirt down his arms.
I admire his sculpted biceps as each inch of the black fabric drops, revealing more of his golden, tattooed skin. The black ink decorating his muscles only makes him appear more chiseled. They feel intentional, artistic, not like my impulsive tramp stamp after too much tequila.
“I take it you like what you see?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I chuckle. “How do you have time for the gym while working two jobs?” His face falls and I quickly correct, “I’m sorry, I just mean that I haven’t had time to do pilates more than once a month, and the only time I had an opportunity to get in any cardio was on the campaign trail if the hotel happened to have a health center. ”
Jamie’s adorable smile reappears as he strips off his undershirt, revealing his noticeable six-pack and more tattoos.
He looks like he walked right out of a damn magazine ad, and I’m genuinely impressed with myself for not drooling.
The last time I slept with someone like him was in college, and even then, they were an asshole business major with a trust fund and obsessed with protein supplements.
Jamie seems different. First impressions aren’t everything, but he genuinely seems like a nice guy.
Then again, it could just be because he’s Canadian.
When was the last time I dated a nice guy? Not that this is a date, but—
Gripping behind my knees, he tugs me to the edge of the bed, pulling me from my thoughts. “Does your mind ever shut off?”
“You should know better than everyone that I don’t have that luxury.”
“Close your eyes.” I do as he asks, letting my body sink deeper into the mattress. His touch is gentle yet commanding as he slides his hands up my thighs. No matter how hard I try, I can’t help tensing. “Are you going to be my good girl and relax for me?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. Of course he had to throw in the “good girl.” All of the boxes are checked, and I’m in trouble. “Do me a favor? Don’t call me that again.”
“Oh, do I detect a bit of a praise kink? Or do you prefer being called a pretty little slut?” he teases with a low chuckle.
Damn it! Both of those are equally hot. “Will you just make me come already?” When he doesn’t reply, I admit with a sigh, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
In an instant, my legs are spread wide, my knees pressed into the mattress. I suck in a breath, tempted to open my eyes, but resist. With a single lick up my center, he demands, “Let go. I have you.”
Jamie’s a stranger, I shouldn’t trust him with my body like this, but as his tongue slides up and down my entrance twice, a contented sigh slips from my lips.
He swirls around my clit with perfect pressure, and I can hardly remember my own name when he slips two fingers inside me.
It’s official: it’s been entirely too long since I’ve slept with someone who actually knows what they’re doing.
Considering how young he is, I can’t help but wonder how he figured out how to properly take care of a woman.
Maybe he’s a man-slut? Or maybe I just won the lottery of one-night stands?
I grip the sheets, arching my back to take his fingers deeper. As he expertly curls them, my breathing becomes uneven, and a wave of heat overcomes me. I’m so close, right fucking there. “Don’t stop,” I manage, though it comes out almost a whisper.
Jamie doesn’t let up, keeping the same pace, and it only takes a minute before I shatter.
My whole body is tingling as my orgasm crashes over me.
Little spots form in my vision as I try to open my eyes.
How the hell did he make me come so fast?
He doesn’t let up, prolonging my euphoria, and it’s both too much and not enough—I need more than his talented mouth and fingers, and find myself wanting him for more than tonight.
Except he’s temporary, just like the others.
Sure, he made me come faster and harder than I have in recent memory, but I shouldn’t entertain the idea of more than tonight with him.
Hell, I could ask him to leave right now and pretend this never happened.
Even if he squealed to Isaac, how would that look for him?
“I tongue-fucked the Governor’s Chief of Staff” wouldn’t win him stars.
But no part of me wants him to leave. I’m high on endorphins and curious if he can also make me come with his massive dick. “That better not be your only move,” I challenge, hoping he’ll take the bait.
Like clockwork, he kicks off his shoes and unfastens his belt faster than I’ve ever witnessed any man do.
Why the hell are men so predictable? He undresses in under a minute, rushing over to my stash of condoms. While I appreciate that he’s tested regularly, I adore how he takes safety seriously.
The last thing I need is to mess with my very expensive treatments, but if I don’t have him inside me soon, I’m certain my uterus will reject everything the doc shoved up there to help make me a mother.
Jamie pulls out a small box from my suitcase and I squint to get a better look at what he’s examining—a skin-safe massage candle I forgot to unpack from the bachelorette party I attended last weekend.
He glances over to me with an adorable smirk that’s full of mischief, then puts it back in my suitcase and retrieves a condom from the other box.
There’s no way in hell I’ll let him use that candle on me.
Who am I kidding? I absolutely would.
As he stalks toward me, he rips the condom foil open with his teeth, and for the first time since he completely disrobed, my eyes fall to his already-hard cock.
And, of course, it’s fucking perfect. I typically prefer circumcised dicks, but with how long and thick he is, I’m sure I won’t mind the turtleneck.
“How do you want to come next, mi abayarde?” he purrs, tugging twice on his cock before rolling on the condom. I have no fucking clue what the hell an abayarde is, but he can definitely keep calling me that. It makes my stomach flip, in the best way.
“Dealer’s choice,” I reply brightly.
“That’s not how this works.”
I hardly have a moment to process anything as I’m tossed onto my stomach and he shifts my hips higher.
He licks from my clit up to my still-soaked pussy, groaning as he dips his tongue in once before sliding up to my ass.
I jolt at the sensation, but as my moan slips past my lips, he bites my asscheek, making me yelp.
It stings, but doesn’t feel like he drew blood.
Sitting tomorrow will definitely be a problem.
“Tell me.”
I shamelessly admit, “I don’t care how you fuck me, I just need your cock. Every time I sit tomorrow, I want to feel an ache from you making me come so hard that I scream.”
He hums in approval. “I thought you wanted to keep quiet.”
“Fuck it. If Livy hears, she hears.”
“I’m not going to stop until you beg me to.”
“I don’t beg,” I chuckle.
“Maybe not, but you’re not going to toss me away in the morning because you didn’t ask for what you want. You need me to claim all of your holes tonight? I’ll happily oblige. But I also have no problem ruining you to the point that you’ll never be satisfied by another man.”
“Big promises from someone who only made me come once.” I’m playing with fire, but it’s entirely too fun teasing him.
“I only make promises I intend to keep.”
I expect him to lose control, slam this thick cock into me.
Instead, he lowers his mouth to my back, pressing a soft kiss in the center, then licks up my spine.
I can’t recall a single time a man has done that.
It feels incredibly intimate, making this a very dangerous situation given my hormone levels.
“You enjoy being a greedy little slut for me, don’t you?
Thinking you hold the power because you’re beautiful and irresistible?
” Sliding his hand into my hair, he gently tugs, then whispers beside my ear, “You’re both, but you’re going to let me play with you until your sweet, tight pussy knows I’m in charge—not you.
Remember your colors, you may need them tomorrow during panels when you start craving me. ”
Jamie peppers soft kisses along my shoulder, then nips at my ear as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit.
My entire core is hungry for him, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
It could be how this is forbidden—well, maybe not forbidden per se, but what man in their mid-twenties is really into someone a decade older than them?
Better yet, a divorcée who is also in the middle of IVF because they’re over men?
As he slides inside me, one torturous inch at a time, I cry out in pleasure. This man is about to make good on his promise and wreck me, make me crave his touch for the remainder of the summit. I shouldn’t let him.
“Hard and fast,” I manage, needing anything other than sweet, sensual sex.
“I’ll work you up to it.” As he pulls out, I gasp at the emptiness, already missing the feel of him inside me. “But that’s not what you want, is it?” Shame washing over me, I can’t speak it. “Let me take care of you. If I’m too rough, or you need more, tell me.”
Wrapping his arm around my middle, he sits back on his heels and pulls me against his chest. The swift motion has his cock slipping back inside me, and at this angle he’s not as deep as before but I’m still so deliciously full.
He reaches lower, teasing my clit with his talented fingers, and I shamelessly whimper at his touch.
My head falls back onto his shoulder, savoring the feel of his strong hands on me.
I can’t remember the last time I truly gave up control and let a man play with me like this.
While it feels amazing, it’s scary at the same time.
As he lowers his mouth to my neck, he presses a soft kiss, his mustache tickling a little. Murmuring against my skin, he praises, “You’re being such a good girl for me. I knew you didn’t want it hard and fast. Now let me feel you come all over my cock before I ruin this tight little cunt.”