Chapter 29 #2
I squirmed under his gaze and his words. I wanted more. So much more. But “Jamie” was all I could manage.
“I’m here, baby,” he said. He pressed his palm against my stomach, then used his fingers to part me for him.
His other hand came up, but his touches were only glancing.
A thumb over my clit. A finger across my opening.
I sucked in a breath. “Please!” I whispered, trying to angle myself onto him. I didn’t know who I was right now.
Finally, he dipped a finger inside of me.
I moaned.
“I saw all the men staring at you tonight, Sarah,” he said. He pulled out, and added a second finger in on the next slow thrust.
I gasped as he filled me. His digits were so thick I felt full. But then he curled them forward, stroking my G-spot, and I lurched forward, nearly gagging. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet. Not really. He’d only teased.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice guttural. I felt like if he even grazed his thumb over it I’d explode on the spot.
But he just gently tugged with his fingers. Over and over and over again. “I wanted to tell them you were mine. Because you are, aren’t you, Sarah?”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Tell me.” Jamie stroked again, slower this time.
“I’m yours.”
He rewarded me with another tug.
I’d tell him anything he wanted to hear right now. But those words in particular felt so right.
“Good girl,” he said. “You’re mine. And I won’t let you forget it.” Then, without further warning, and without slowing his fingers inside of me, Jamie dipped down and drew his tongue along my core. I bucked under him, my breath exploding out of me.
Too loud, I knew. It masked the sound of the doors opening again next to us. I gasped when I saw them. Two men came in, wearing winter coats and stomping their boots.
“Right?” one said.
I held my breath, but they didn’t keep walking. They stopped just inside the door, next to the gap, talking animatedly.
But Jamie didn’t stop. He tongued my clit, curling his fingers inside of me with even more pressure.
Even as I wanted to roll my eyes back in my head, I was panicked. I tapped his head frantically.
But Jamie just looked up at me, the lower half of his face still buried between my legs.
“Hopefully the worst of it will be done by tomorrow,” the other guy said.
Jamie’s eyes met mine as they continued talking mere feet from us, and I knew. He wasn’t going to stop. In fact, as he met my eyes, he sucked my clit right into his lips.
Pleasure so intense jolted through me, I lost control. I felt the moan rise up my throat, and when Jamie released my clit, tonguing me as he increased the pressure on the inside, I couldn’t keep it in. The scream rushed from my throat through my open mouth—
And then Jamie’s hand clamped onto my mouth. The sound was cut off, trapped between my lips.
Still the pleasure built. He was fucking relentless.
He liked knowing they were right there.
“But it’s like she doesn’t care,” one of the men said.
“And you do?” the other replied.
I breathed hard against Jamie’s fingers on my lips, a new whimper trapped there as waves of pleasure built with each stroke of his tongue. My chest heaved, my tits moving up and down around Jamie’s thick forearm. My hands plucked at my nipples, pinching and tugging as I rocked against Jamie’s face.
The men laughed, and I approached the edge, my legs going stiff.
And then Jamie pulled away.
My heart hammered against my ribs, the loss of his tongue a cruel trick.
I met his eyes, heat flaring in my chest.
He smirked.
He stroked me once more on the inside, then stopped.
“Jamie!” I whispered.
“I told her not to do it,” the man outside said.
“But she did, right? She totally did.”
Jamie rose up to his full height—while still on his knee—and took one of my breasts in his mouth. It ached as he tugged on it, then more as it popped out of his mouth with a wet sucking sound. “Quiet, baby girl. Or I won’t let you come.”
My pussy throbbed. Especially since he’d kept his fingers in place. I needed him so badly I was ready to yell at him. Instead, I nodded.
“Good girl.” He bent back down.
I tipped my head back, nearly singing at the bolt of delicious relief of his tongue returning to my clit. I bit my lips between my teeth, getting the hang of silence now, as hard as it was.
The men shifted as another group passed.
They were making room. When the group passed though, the men stayed where they were.
I saw with a panicked intake of air that the one on the far side was now facing us.
All he had to do was peer into the gap behind the tree and he’d see my boss devouring my pussy.
I tried to tell Jamie. But he chose that moment not to hold back. He chose that moment to add a third finger, which stretched me so deliciously I gasped.
His hand went back to my mouth, and this time, he stuck his thumb in my mouth. Then he tongued my clit fast. So fast that with the new pressure of three of his fingers curling inside of me, stroking the pad of flesh there, I didn’t stand a chance.
I came hard, a white-hot crest of pleasure exploding through me. I bucked against Jamie, soaking his face, spasming with the hardest, strongest orgasm of my life, his name echoing through my head like a lost, delicious scream, squashed only by my mouth wrapped around his thumb.
I don’t know how long it was or when it happened, but I felt Jamie stand, supporting my weight.
I felt him holding one leg up at his hip, the thickness of his erection through his pants a delicious pressure against my bare pussy.
He bent down to my ear. “You were so good for me, baby girl. Such a good girl coming for me like that.”
The men were still there, still talking, as Jamie kissed me again.
I could taste myself on his tongue.
He pulled me to the other wall, finally fully out of sight.
I flopped against him. I had never felt more supported. More safe, despite our perilous position.
“I’m going to take you to my room now, Sarah. We’ll do whatever you want, okay? Rest if that’s what you want. I’m yours.”
I’m yours.
I was still breathing hard, still feeling like I’d lost my bones.
But I was still completely turned on. I was still desperate to get closer to him. I wanted to crawl up inside of him.
Resting wasn’t what I wanted.
“No,” I said.
He wasn’t my boss anymore.