Chapter 37
Everything’s on the Table
SARAH
Iexpected Jamie to take a breath and keep going.
Instead, he wrapped a hand around the back of my head and kissed me so deeply my chest fluttered.
When he pulled away, I was panting. But instead of getting back at it, he kissed me again. So tenderly, that fluttering turned to something sharper. Little fissures that ached as his lips brushed mine.
His fingers cupped the back of my head, and when he let go, pressing his lips to my hair, whispering things I couldn’t hear, I felt as if part of me were sloughing off. Dropping into the Quince River back home and floating away.
My heart felt so fragile, my mind reeling.
I knew Jamie was thinking about how the job with Empire would have taken me away from him. I’d seen the pain in his eyes when I told him the name of the company. I also knew he—and probably only he—had the power to maybe reverse what had happened with Natasha.
But I didn’t need him to take care of all of my problems. He didn’t think he’d done enough, but he had. He’d made me see what I was capable of, which was why I would handle the issue with Empire myself.
I just didn’t know how quite yet. Or what I wanted to do. Because as much as I wanted to believe he’d change his mind, I realized when I was curled up against him in the small hours of the morning, that it would likely be the one and only time we shared a bed.
He was convinced I shouldn’t be with him. That I’d be wasting my life if I did.
But I was done trying to change the minds of men. This was my life, and I would not chase after a version of it where someone wasn’t all in with me again.
Losing the Jamie I knew was there once I’d just gotten him back felt impossibly painful. A pain too big to contemplate.
But I would survive.
So I took this kiss. I absorbed all the pleasure and all the pain and wrapped it around my heart, where maybe someday I could think about Jamie and it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe one day I might not actively miss him. But I would be okay.
So long as I didn’t stay in Quince Valley. I couldn’t do that again, even if I didn’t work for him. But until our final goodbye, I’d enjoy this last moment of absolute pleasure with him. And how fitting that it was happening in the spot where I rediscovered my voice.
With his prodding.
When he broke the kiss, Jamie’s eyes met mine.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing my cheek, waiting for a tear to fall.
But I was done with those now too. They could come later. Now, I was here. In ecstasy. With a man I knew I’d love forever. But would try to live without.
“I’ll be okay,” I said, unable to lie. “For now though, I just want you to take me, Jamie. I’m at your mercy. I’ll do anything you say. Boss me around one last time.”
“Are you sure, angel? We don’t have to—”
“Fucking boss me around, Jamie.”
His jaw popped, a little flip of his lips the only thing that offset an expression that immediately had me gushing knew wetness between my legs.
“You wanted to see what would happen when you talked back to the boss, is that it?”
But he didn’t let me answer. Jamie wrapped his hand around my jaw, pressing the sides to gently pop my mouth open. He brought his mouth to mine and claimed me with the most intense kiss I’d ever known. Clashing lips and warring tongues. Teeth and suction and hot demanding need.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, get on your knees.”
I went to drop to the floor, but Jamie put a hand up. “No. Up there.”
My stomach flipped. “You want me on all fours, Jamie?”
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He backed up, walking a few paces along the table. “I want you to crawl.” He held his massive dick in his hand. “You’re going to crawl to me, and you’re not going to stop until you’ve got those pretty lips wrapped around this cock.”
“Then what?” I said, almost whining, already lifting my legs off the floor.
“Then you’re going to take me down your throat, and I’m going to fuck that face until I’m satisfied, you understand baby girl? I’m not going to stop until I hear you gag.”
I was salivating at this point. So turned on I knew if I touched myself again I’d come right here on the table.
I still didn’t know what it was about being dominated like this, especially when I loved the feeling of pushing back with him in any other setting.
But holy shit did it get me wet when he told me what to do.
If we could have more time, I’d make him push us even further.
I wanted him to use me for his pleasure, because he made me feel so fucking good while he did it.
And because I knew he would insist on giving back, even when he knew both things turned me on.
No matter what, I came out on top.
So I crawled. And the way he watched me, with a need that had his pupils flying wide, but with that look of wonder he always got around me—because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Not an angry glare, but an insistent never-flagging appreciation.
I was giddy with the power I had over him. I kept going, my tits swinging into his hand and my mouth slopping greedily onto his cock.
The groan he let out as I inhaled as much of him as I could was inhuman. I shuddered at the sensation of him sliding down my throat. I wanted to feel him shoot into my mouth.
But I wanted him to fuck me more.
He grasped my hair, pulling me back, then sliding me up even more.
“Relax your mouth, sweetheart. Don’t try to suck it as I go deep. Just open your throat.”
I did as I was told, and he got so far down I felt the lurch of a gag.
It wasn’t unpleasant. It felt dirty and delicious. “More,” I choked out when he withdrew.
He did it again. And again.
I moaned between thrusts, bringing a hand down between my legs.
But Jamie pulled out just enough that he filled only my mouth, and only the last third of him fit there. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, baby girl.”
I tried to speak, but he eased himself in farther. “Can’t talk with your mouth getting fucked, can you?”
My hand crept down again, and this time, he pulled out of me and brought me to my knees on the table.
Outside, voices sounded in the hall. I went still, but Jamie just bent down to my ear. “You’ll have to be quiet while I show you who’s in charge, just like the last time. Can you keep quiet, or do I need to gag you with that cock again?”
My pussy, still tender from last night, ached for him. With each filthy word out of his mouth, I turned more feral. “I’m not sure you can fuck me hard enough to keep quiet,” I said.
“Watch me.” He brought both his mouth to my nipples, toying with one gently at first, then tugging and sucking and releasing. On the other, he did the same, until I was thrusting my pussy at him.
“So desperate to come, aren’t you?” he murmured as he guided me back. I was sitting on my heels now, then he spread my legs once more, notching the tip of his cock against my clit. He drew circles there, making me breathe high and tight.
“You okay baby? Are you hurting from last night?” His voice was gentle for a moment, real concern on his features.
“I’m okay,” I said.
I was tender, but the way he was teasing my clit had that bruised feeling fading, and it was soon eclipsed by building pleasure. I whimpered even as more people walked by, their voices so close and constant I knew they’d stopped nearby.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” Jamie asked, his voice low.
“Yes,” I choked out. I was almost going to come. The tip of his cock was so hot and smooth and the way he was working it—
My breath hitched. But of course, he didn’t let me fall into that sweet release.
Instead, he flipped me around, urging me up so my hands were pressed on the door. The people were still there as he lined himself up. They laughed as his hand slid into my hair, grasping a handful and gently tugging my head back.
He pressed his cock against my entrance, gently easing his tip inside, clearly worried about hurting me.
“Don’t go slow,” I said through my teeth.
“You sure, baby girl?”
I looked at him over my shoulder. “Do I sound like I’m hesitating?” Then I slapped my own ass.
Who was I?
Jamie huffed out a sound. Then he did just what I wanted. He reached a hand up to hook onto my shoulder, then without further warning, thrust inside me so hard the table banged against the door.
The voices outside stopped. I didn’t care.
I breathed hard, adjusting to his size once more. But I shuddered as he pulled out again, a low hum of pleasure building in my throat.
When he slammed into me the next time I cried out.
I had never felt this good from penetration alone.
“Fuck me,” I said, as he rested there a moment, guttural with the sensation of him filling me so completely.
“Christ, Sarah,” he breathed, keeping me firmly seated on the entirety of his cock, “I can’t control myself around you. You take this cock so fucking perfectly.”
He pulled out and thrust into me again. The table banged again.
Once more.
Then he really started moving, the table banging wildly, me crying out with each thrust. We either scared the people off or they were standing there listening. But I couldn’t give a single fuck. “Yes!” I exclaimed. “More!”
“Such a greedy little slut for me, aren’t you?” Jamie growled in my ear.
I was. I was for him.
But I couldn’t form coherent words. It was too good. So much intense pleasure I thought I might die right there.
“More,” was all I could manage.
Finally Jamie slowed.
“I’m close, baby girl,” he said tightly. “And this time, I’m going to hold you down when I’m done. I want to pull out and then watch my cum pouring out of your hole.”
“Yes” I whimpered, incredibly turned on by this proclamation.
He thrusted once more, then pulled my head back again.
“Then I’m going to stuff it back inside of you, so you walk out of here with my used cum dripping down your leg. Do you hear me?”
I moaned. “Uh-huh”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes!” I cried out.
“Shh,” he said.
I dropped my hands from the door, getting onto all fours again.
“Or what?” I asked.
“Or I’m going to have to fill that mouth too.”
“Yes sir,” I said. Loudly.
On the next thrust he smacked my ass. “Naughty girl. What did I just say?”
I thrust myself back on him. “You said keep quiet. But I don’t want to.”
He smacked me again. Then again. With each slap I felt myself come closer to the edge, and I wasn’t even touching my clit.
But I didn’t keep quiet.
“Okay then,” Jamie said, curling a hand around my throat so he could growl in my ear. “If that’s what you want, let everyone know who’s taking this thick cock.”
Without any further warning, he brought his other hand around to my pussy and vibrated his fingers across my clit. He moved so fast, his fingers so efficient, I didn’t stand a chance.
On the next thrust, I felt my whole body constrict. “Fuck,” I cried, arching my back. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
Thrust.
“Come on my cock.”
So I did. I came with my whole body—a shuddering, melting, skyrocketing explosion of pleasure. A rippling, jaw-cracking electrocution that held me in its grip for so long I started to feel faint.
But just as I was coming down, Jamie let out a strangled noise, a roar trapped only by his locked jaw.
I knew he was pumping me full of his cum. And I fucking loved it.
He didn’t bluff about what he’d do afterward either. He kept me on my knees, telling me how beautiful I was.
“Let me help,” I whispered, and still panting, I worked my fingers over my clit. Between that and Jamie’s hand cupping my breast, rough thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple, I came sharp and hard a second time. As my body contracted, I felt his seed come out of me, hot and sloppy down my leg.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Before I was even done pulsing, I felt his fingers sliding up my pussy, stuffing his release back inside of me as he promised.
By the time we’d cleaned up our mess and gotten redressed, whoever was outside had left. We walked demurely beside each other, keeping a few feet between us as we chatted like colleagues.
While all the while I felt his hot wetness sliding down my thighs, knowing and loving that he’d staked his claim on me.