Chapter 18 #3
‘Oh, Jamie. Please.’ Alicia nudged her breasts towards him, the blaze of lust on his face igniting a fiery ache she needed doused.
‘Don’t worry. Where we’re going you won’t need to say please.
I’m just taking this in for a minute. You’re perfect.
’ He skimmed her breast with his palm, then encased her whole cup in his hand.
As she shivered, Jamie leaned in, took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked, getting the measure of her need.
Her desire. Her craving. She could tell he was letting her whimpers guide him as his tongue darted over the sensitive tip.
Alicia was in a special section of heaven reserved only for those being tantalised by Jamie Butler. Fumbling, she tried to peel his shirt off his back, but it was still buttoned. And the buttons were too difficult to reach. Then Jamie was doing it himself. Or trying to.
‘You know what? I can’t enjoy this properly and take my shirt off.’ He glanced up at her, then back down to her breasts. ‘Sorry, it’s hard to look away.’
She almost melted and it wasn’t remotely connected to the rapidly increasing temperature.
‘You do it.’ His mouth fell to her nipple again. ‘But quick because I’m burning up in here.’
Alicia grappled with Jamie’s shirt, finally tearing it from his arms and casting it onto the bench beside her own. And there he was. Scottish Adonis. Celtic idol. Her own private Scotsman heartthrob. Ripped and ready.
‘You are a god.’ He stood now and she traced her fingers over his scorching chest, droplets of sweat beading on the taut skin. He tilted his chin up. There was a tension there borne of so much arousal.
‘How long’s it been since a woman touched you like this?’ Alicia encircled his nipple.
‘A while,’ Jamie said throatily. ‘Long-term relationships do that to you. You’re more than making up for it though.’
‘And what about if I did this?’ She ambled her fingers to the waist of his jeans. Ran them along the warm skin there, over the dark hair that traced a delectable path inside.
‘Oh Jesus!’ he said. ‘But no.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t do that yet. Not until I’ve done this.
’ Once again, Jamie urged his body flush with Alicia’s and kissed her with fierce intensity whilst roaming over her breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She bit down on her lip. It was so hot. She was so hot.
This man was turning her mercury up to one hundred and incinerating her defences.
Jamie reached for Alicia’s hips, resting his hands there a moment, letting her ache with anticipation.
Allowing her to focus on how wet she was before he discovered for himself.
She knew without touching herself that she was soaking.
That’s how good it was. How good he was.
Down rolled her lounge pants. Down, down. And then they were gone.
Alicia’s underwear was sheer with a negligible amount of fabric between Jamie’s fingers and her skin, but the difference when he slid his hand inside was mind blowing.
And as he found his way to the depths of her heat, she bore down on him.
How did this man know exactly how to touch her?
Chad, for all his Hollywood sex symbol status, didn’t have a thing on Jamie Butler.
‘Jamie, honey, you’ll have to stop soon or I’ll––’ Uh oh! What was that smile on his face? It wasn’t smug. No, it was… what? Gratified? He was delighted at how gone she was.
‘That’s the idea.’
‘What? But…’
‘Just enjoy it.’
Alicia tried to fight it, to tell him that she wanted him to come too, that she wouldn’t take without giving, but his expression as he watched her come apart at the seams told her this was no chore for him. He was relishing every second.
‘Don’t you want to take your jeans off?’ she asked. ‘You’re sweltering.’
‘I want this more.’ Jamie manoeuvred his finger over Alicia’s slick heat so expertly that she knew this was a battle she could no longer fight.
He was too skilled, too good, and he was going to get his way in seeing her come.
And what was the point in resisting? She couldn’t win. Not against this. Not against––
‘Oh, Jamie, please don’t stop.’ She ground in rhythm with his hand.
‘I’ve no intention of stopping.’
And that was it. It was too much. He was too much.
This man she’d known only twenty four hours was mending and breaking her already with his humble nature and his desire to please and his fingers working inside her.
Alicia hurtled against Jamie’s palm while her climax burst through her and every atom of her being became galaxies of stars, and a million light years of orgasmic bliss.
How long was she standing there, gripping onto Jamie’s solid shoulder, letting her breathing return to normal and feeling the pulsations subside? One minute? Five?
Jamie touched her face and she lifted her head to look at him.
‘Hey.’
‘Hey. That was…out of this world.’ Alicia was struggling to form words.
‘It was mind-blowing to watch.’
‘Where did you…? How do you do it all so perfectly? Did you go to sex god school?’
A warm glow spread across Jamie’s face and morphed into laughter.
‘No, I didn’t. And I wasn’t aware that I was any kind of expert, but I have spent the past few years trying with everything that I have to please a woman.
I could fill a book with what I’ve taken on board. Never had it work like that, though.’
‘Well, if that’s a fraction of what’s in the book, then I cannot wait to experience the rest of it. And it worked. It definitely worked.’ Alicia nuzzled into his neck.
Whatever had gone on between Jamie and his former girlfriend was his business, but how could any woman not be jumping at the chance to be intimate with this man?
He was gorgeous, built like a rock and gave a hot damn about how sexually satisfying a woman.
He deserved to have what he’d given her.
She reached again to his jeans, desperate to see what was inside, although the urging at the fabric gave her a fair idea of the size of the package she’d be getting.
But Jamie stopped her with a low command. ‘Not here.’
‘I thought you wanted it here.’
‘I did. I do. Watching you come in this heat, watching sweat trickle between your sensational breasts, watching your beautiful face glow in the warmth, feeling your wet pussy… There’s nothing like it in this world.
But… Oh God.’ Jamie grit his teeth as Alicia continued to work at his fly and reached inside, teasing only at first, but enough, apparently, to edge him into next week.
The man really was trying his best to stay in control, but she was determined to please him. There was no way that he was giving, but not taking. She slunk her hand further.
‘Alicia!’
‘Don’t protest, Jamie.’ She found his cock. Not a difficult task, seeing as it was huge. And rock solid like the mountain. It must be so uncomfortable for him to contain something so large and erect inside the confines of his jeans in this heat.
‘I think you’re dying to get out of these clothes,’ she intoned.
‘Aye. You’re not wrong.’
‘Then let’s do it.’ She tugged Jamie’s jeans over his hips and down his legs. When she momentarily became fixated on the magnificent, shielded contents once more, he helped her by pulling off his jeans and kicking them aside.
‘Seeing as you’re busy,’ he said.
‘Sorry. I got distracted.’
‘I’m flattered.’
Alicia cupped Jamie over the fabric of his underwear, tormenting herself as much as him.
Although the rumbling groan that emerged from far within him suggested he may be winning in the torment stakes.
She tugged the jockeys down, pulling the waistband forward to allow him to burst free.
And that he did – in all his Scotsman glory.
‘Holy cow! Jamie. They did not tell me about this in the guidebook. This has to be one of the seven wonders of Scotland.’
Jamie’s laughter reverberated off the sweltering sauna walls.
‘We keep it under wraps, otherwise it’ll get worn out with folk rubbing it for luck, like the statue of Greyfriars Bobby.’
‘Pardon.’
‘It’s a thing in Edinburgh. I’ll tell you about it later.’
‘Ha, sure.’ Alicia curved her palm around Jamie’s now free length and manipulated him.
It was incredible he’d managed to even talk with an erection like this.
And what she was struggling to understand was how his ex could have had him inside her anytime but wasn’t interested.
Sure, relationships were built on more than penis size but how on earth was it even possible not to want this man on tap?
‘You are exceptional,’ she told him. The heat of the sauna afforded her fluidity of movement as she, spellbound, moved her hand freely up and down Jamie’s sublime shaft, liquid glistening on the wide tip.
He was battling valiantly to watch her, but eventually he closed his eyes.
Then a husky command came out of the blue.
‘On the bench.’
She looked up. ‘What?’
‘On the bench. Lie down.’
Alicia did as he told her. With that accent, it was impossible not to.
Jamie reached for his jeans as if he were about to get dressed. Had he changed his mind? But he pulled a condom from the pocket; he definitely wasn’t leaving.
‘I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I want you so much that there’s no way I could be unprepared either.’
Alicia couldn’t care less if Jamie had made presumptions about their having sex.
It was all she had been thinking about. She reclined, watching him roll the flimsy piece of latex down his straining erection, surprised that it fit.
Soon he would be inside her and she was swollen and soaked in anticipation.
Climbing up onto the bench, Jamie knelt between her legs. Kneeling on wooden slats would in no way be comfortable, but if he was feeling anything like she was, the slats would be the last thing on his mind.