Chapter 4
Jamie
As if on command, Aubrey’s pussy strangles my cock, and her sweet moans are loud enough that there’s no way Olivia didn’t hear.
I graze my teeth along her neck where I’d love to mark her, but if I dared, she’d likely end this before it even had a chance to begin.
The thought of leaving a pretty little bruise on the side of her throat has my cock leaking precum into the condom.
One day, I’ll be able to claim her properly.
For now, I’ll need to settle for making good on my promise, ruining her so the moment she considers letting another man touch her after tonight, she’ll think of me.
I never explicitly told her I was up for a one-night stand, and now that I’ve tasted her, felt her walls flutter around my cock, heard her sweet whimpers as I took her over the edge…
I’m a man on a mission, even if it feels futile.
Aubrey will want to dissociate or run away from this intense connection that I’ve ever felt with anyone before.
Throughout college, I was busy working full-time while finishing my degree—there was no time for dating.
It wasn’t until I finished my graduate degree a few years ago that I dipped my toe in the water.
I’ve never had an issue getting women’s attention, but finding someone who matches me intellectually and doesn’t subscribe to traditional gender norms feels impossible most days.
I want to build an empire with someone by my side.
It’s probably what drew me to Aubrey before I even met her.
Except that’s not what she wants. I’m confident the only reason she asked me to rail into her like a damn jackrabbit is because she wants to keep this as casual as possible.
Not on my watch.
I slide my slick hand up to her taut nipple, gently pinching, and she lets out a satisfied sigh as I press a soft kiss to her neck.
She grips my wrist to slide my hand higher to her throat.
Everything about her is unexpected and only makes the need to keep her after this exponentially worse.
It’s absurd to even consider—we don’t even know each other.
It’ll take more than my cock to win her over, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge.
I’m aching to fill her, and some feral part of me wants to rip this condom off and impregnate her myself.
It’s completely irrational, not only because she’s likely already pregnant, but because I’d never want to trap her that way.
My own mother never knew the true identity of my father until he made international news, but would he have ever run for political office if he knew he knocked up a woman he knew for one night?
He could’ve asked her to get an abortion, insisted she move to Puerto Rico, or even put his career on hold.
All of those options would’ve changed my own political trajectory, and never would’ve led me to this moment right now.
I don’t want Aubrey to have to face any of that.
I gently squeeze the sides of her neck, loving the feel of her swallowing against my palm, but when I come with her, I don’t want it to be like this, needing real connection.
Pulling back, I help her twist until she’s facing me.
Her cheeks are flushed, hair mussed, looking beautifully fucked even if I haven’t properly taken care of her yet.
As much as I want to hear her scream my name, she’s right that we have to be careful with Governor Harris next door and the possibility that anyone could be walking by as I take her over the edge again.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll find someone else that will,” she grumbles but with little malice behind it.
The taunt pulls me from admiring the goddess beneath me, and I sling one of her legs over my hip, sliding inside her again.
Needing to squash her bratty comments, I pin her hands above her head with one of mine and kiss her.
She feels too good, a perfect fit, too much like…
mine. I shake the thought away, slowly rocking in and out of her tight pussy that’s still fluttering from her orgasm.
Her kisses become more urgent as she begins to struggle against my hold.
Until she utters yellow or red, I’m not going to stop or give her the quickie she’s demanded.
I thrust deeper, harder, but resist picking up my pace, using her body’s response as a guide.
Sure, she could try to fake it, but now that I know how it feels when she comes on my fingers, tongue, and cock, she’d have to put on a real performance to pull it off.
She wraps her legs around me, and I manage to get deeper, trusting her labored breath as my gauge to continue.
I don’t tear my mouth from hers until I’m close, then whisper beside her ear, “You feel so good, baby. I warned you, I only make promises I can keep, so even if I come, I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me again.”
“Harder, Jamie.” My name comes out as a whimper and, fuck, it’s nearly my undoing.
I did tell her to ask for what she needed, and I drive harder into her as she drags my lips back to hers.
Her kisses are messy, and even as the headboard clanks against the wall, I don’t let up, desperate to feel her come again before I dare slow down.
Her moans and gasps fill the room, the sweet sounds bringing me closer.
It only takes a few more thrusts, and as she bites down onto my bottom lip, she comes for me.
I can’t hold on a moment longer. Worried I could tear the condom, I settle inside her as I fill it.
To my surprise, she doesn’t stop kissing me, wrapping her legs tighter to pull me impossibly deeper.
I came way too fast and will need to make it up to her—if not tonight, first thing in the morning.
When we finally catch our breath, I slip out of her to discard the full condom. It’s wetter than any condom I’ve ever used and pride blooms in my chest that I made her come so hard the fucking latex is glistening.
I press a single soft kiss to her lips, whispering against them, “I’ll be right back,” then rush off to the bathroom to clean up. When I return, she's under the covers, nervously chewing on her lip. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, that was fun. You can go now,” she rushes out.
I let out a full laugh. “Not so fast. You just used me for my cock, it’s only fair that I get to use you too.”
“What?” she squeaks as I slide into bed with her.
“I rarely date, which means I don’t get to spend the night cuddling with a beautiful woman. So, I’m not going anywhere until the morning.”
“You want to… spoon me?”
“Yep,” I reply confidently, popping the ‘p.’ “I’ll even let you pick between being the big spoon or little spoon.”
“You’re impossible,” she groans, but there’s still a smile in her voice.
With a quick peck to her lips, I sling back the covers. “Actually, before I feel your ass grinding against me for the next six hours, I need a snack.” I offer my hand to help her out of bed.
“A snack? I thought you were twenty-six, not twelve.”
I love her fire but counter, “Are you seriously going to say no to dessert?” I pin her with a deadpan glare, but she doesn’t reply. “Come on, mi abayarde, I’m hungry.”