Chapter 37
Thirty-Seven
ELLIS
Something about the way Jamie’s looking at me makes my dick hard. The combination of his clenched jaw, crossed arms, and messy long hair fanning around his cheeks, makes me a little weak in the knees.
"You have my goddamn number. Why the hell can't you fucking call before showing up?"
"Goddamn, hell, fucking." I tick off my fingers to count the number of times he swore. "You must be having a bad morning."
"Ellis," he grits out in warning. "What do you want?"
I sober a little, realizing a bit too late that now is not the time to fuck with him. Well, not with teasing words at least. Probably should have realized as soon as I saw his disheveled appearance.
"Can I come in?" I ask politely, knowing damn well he's alone because Nate is currently on a date with the only person Jamie would want to see right now.
"No."
"Can you bring me home then?" There are really only two options.
Jamie scowls, face turning thunderous. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Sighing, I squeeze past his tense body and kick off my shoes. "Nate dropped me off on his way to pick Violet up. He's taking her out to breakfast."
The slam of the door and the following silence behind me make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I've poked the bear; I'm just not sure which statement triggered this deadly quiet response.
"Jamie?" I'm hesitant to go near him, but I feel bad for the poor bastard, so the least I can do is try to calm him down. "You okay?"
Stance wide and hands fisted, Jamie looks ready to do some damage. "He took my woman on a date?"
"I mean, can't she be our woman? 'Cause you know, we did have her first and all."
Wrong thing to say. Jamie lunges for me, but my agility helps me dive over the back of the couch. "Woah, okay. I'm sorry," I plead, hands in the air as if in surrender.
Jamie doesn't say a damn word, just jumps over the couch like I did. "Shit!" I curse and bolt toward the back hallway. Not a good plan, but I never said I don't love being hunted down.
"When you catch me, will you fuck my ass really good?!" I shout over my shoulder, hoping he will do as I ask.
He still doesn't say shit, but my dick is raging hard in response to the sound of his stomping footsteps. Adrenaline pumping, I bolt through his bedroom door and twist to lock it behind me. Only the feral fucker shoves it back open, sending me crashing to my ass.
"Ow! Fuck," I hiss, already turning to stand and run away, but Jamie's faster and stronger.
He snatches my ankle in a firm grip and drags me back toward him. "You are such a fucking shithead," Jamie growls, actually looking like the feral beast he's acting like. Wavy long dark hair hangs around his cheekbones while he looks down at me, eyes wild.
"Listen—" I start, trying to talk my way out of whatever plan he has cooking in his brain.
"No."
"Okay, so we're back to one-word answers," I murmur, only kind of trying to kick my foot loose.
Him standing over me, my boner standing proud between us, and Jamie's heaving chest makes me ache.
The scene is hot and kinky, giving me ideas that involve us being naked in an empty forest. I'm open to trying new things, and maybe I'd like some primal play in my life, who knows.
What I do know is I'm severely hot and bothered by his anger and power.
A rumbly sound from Jamie makes me almost moan in response. Fuck, I'll push his buttons every day if this is the result. Although I know most of his take no shit attitude is due to how he upset Violet last night.
"So…" I start, feeling a little antsy and nervous. I'm not sure I like that he's not moving, but he shuts that worry down when he drops my foot, leans down, and grabs me by my sweatshirt.
Mindlessly, I help him pull me to my feet. I even stumble toward the bed as he pushes me there.
"Shirt off. Pants down," Jamie demands, and when I start to do as he says slowly, he raises an eyebrow. So now is not the time to challenge him.
Quickly, I undress. I keep an eye on him as he stomps to his nightstand and grabs a bottle of lube.
My dick stands high in the air once I release it, and the promise of Jamie's lube makes me tremble with excitement. Holy shit, is he going to fuck me?
Jamie looks his fill of my toned thin body, and just his attention on me has my balls tingling. Chills race down my spine, and my lips suddenly feel so chapped, like the only thing that can help them is his cum.
Still dressed, he stands in front of me. His clothes don't do anything to hide his boner, though. The sight makes my mouth water. "Turn around. I want your tight ass in the air and your face pressed into my bed. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," I obey, giddy as hell. The comforter smells clean and faintly of Violet which only makes me harder.
Faintly, I hear him tug his zipper down, but the rustle of clothes never comes.
Then he speaks, and goosebumps spread to the top of my head.
"You're about to learn what happens when you tease an angry man, Ellis.
I'm going to fuck your tight hole with my fingers, and while I plan to come all over your back, you won't get to so much as touch your cock. Understand me?"
Alarm shoots through me, and I try to sit up to demand he doesn't edge me. I'm terrible at edging. I turn into a horny pile of mush for the rest of the fucking day. But he just shoves me back down and swats my ass. "But—"
"You have two options, Ellis. You say 'yes, Sir' and get finger fucked in the ass or you say 'red' and I pull my pants up, then make you a coffee."
Well, that's sweet and makes my answer much easier. "Y-yes, Sir."
"Good choice," he praises, and I shit you not, I feel like my insides glow in response to his words.
My knees tremble when the lube cap pops open, and the wet noises behind me make me guess he's fisting himself. I’d like to look, holy shit do I want to see the way his massive hands squeeze the base of his cock and work the cum out.
What I wouldn't give to lick the precum from his tip and feel the way his cock gags my throat again.
He doesn't let me. "No peeking. You just fucking lay there and let me use your hot body."
Muttered curses tumble into the blankets beneath me. I should keep my cool, but Jamie makes it almost impossible with his filthy mouth, then he touches me. A cool finger slides between my cheeks, and I naturally tense.
Judging by the slick sounds behind me, Jamie hasn't slowed down fucking his fist even while he offers encouraging words. "Push out. I know for a fact Nate fucks your ass frequently, so you should have no problem taking a few fingers, right?"
I—Holy shit. The dirty talk mixed with praise is energizing as fuck.
Shock and sheer pleasure rip all thought from my mind as Jamie slips one finger then two inside of me. He pumps into me like he's on a mission to drive me crazy all the while he moans and pumps his cock just outside of my eyesight.
No matter how much I desire to see his glorious body, I'm trapped. He demanded that I not look, and for once I obey. Listen and feel, that's all I can do.
"Take it," Jamie grunts, and my confusion at his words goes up in flames when he fits a third finger. "That's it. So greedy."
"Fuck! Jamie!" Fisting the sheets, I try to contain the ache in my balls and the pleasure of having my prostate massaged. Craving more and not getting it makes my insides burn and my body twitch incessantly.
Flexing my hips, I aim to hump the sheets like the greedy fucker Jamie said I was, but all noise suddenly stops, and a sharp slap rings down on my right cheek. Yesssss.
"Don't you fucking dare," he growls, knowing where my throbbing dick was headed. "I'm close, then your pleasure will end."
Pleasure?! I'm pretty damn sure this is just torture now.
"Jamie. Fuck. Please let me come. I'm sorry for pushing your buttons. I won't do it ag—AH!"
Just as I'm about to finish my promise of something I'll never be able to follow through on, his fingers disappear, leaving me empty.
But that sad feeling is soon swallowed by a firm grip on my balls, and the speed of the sexy sounds he makes increases.
The threatening pressure makes me pause, and it's just what Jamie needed to come all over my back.
"Ellis!" he roars, warm liquid dripping down my ass. I swear I feel some of it swirl into my butt dimples as I slump onto the bed in frustration and exhaustion.
I must black out to protect my poor horny body from more torture because I don't realize Jamie grabbed a wet rag until he's wiping me clean and telling me I took my punishment well.
As he dresses and helps me stand, I'm stuck wondering what the fuck just happened and begging Nate to get here ASAP to help me.