Chapter 17 Jamie #2
I want to know every thing that makes this woman moan. All the ways to make her scream. Every place to lick and suck and bite. I want to claim her. Possess her. Protect her.
She’s mine.
Her body. Her fucking heart . . .
Electricity arcs between us like a live wire sparking along a dark highway, wild and uncontrolled, threatening to destroy us both if we get too close.
Ashton plasters her body to mine and whimpers.
Fucking whimpers.
Fuck control.
Her cold hands slide under my shirt, tracing every line of my abs before she shoves it over my head and licks those pouty lips, murmuring, “A goddamn gladiator, Jamie.”
Our mouths crash together, and I lift her in my arms, deepening the kiss, not bothering to tell her I don’t have a clue what that means.
Running my teeth over her lips, and swallowing her gasps, my tongue slides against hers.
Desperate.
For a deeper taste of this woman who’s owned me for fucking years.
“Hmm . . . So sweet, beautiful.”
She pulls back and drops her forehead to mine as I press her back against the wall for leverage. “You make me feel beautiful, Jamie.”
Her frenzied hands reach between us and unbuckle my belt, shoving at my jeans.
“Ashton . . .” I warn. “I’m trying to be a good man here. I’m trying to take this slow. But you’re making it really fucking hard.”
She presses her lips to my chest, then pushes me back, shimmying down until her feet hit the carpet.
Dropping to her knees, she drags my zipper down with her.
“That was the goal, handsome.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lips, and she presses a kiss to the tip of my cock poking up above the waistband of my boxers. “Now shut up and let me taste you.”
God, I fucking love her sass. “Then be a good girl, Ace. Take my cock out and put it in your mouth.”
I gather her soft hair in my hands as Ashton’s teeth press into her bottom lip, her long dark lashes fluttering up at me, and I nearly come in my fucking pants. “Jesus, Ashton, you look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”
Color pinks her porcelain cheeks as she tugs my black boxer briefs down my legs and tries to wrap her fist around my cock, smiling.
Goddamn.
She drags her tongue up my shaft. A heady moan slipping past her pouty lips as she swirls her tongue over the tip, lapping at the precum already there.
My spine tightens as those pretty pink lips wrap around my dick, and tears spring to her eyes. This woman . . . on her knees, working her mouth and tongue and hands up and down my cock . . . She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck . . .” I growl as my dick slides down the back of her throat, and Ashton wraps a hand around my ass, her nails digging in as she takes me even deeper.
A bolt of pleasure pulls tight at the base of my spine, and I hold tight to my restraint.
She’s utterly intoxicating.
But this isn’t how I’m coming. Not yet.
Ashton first.
Always.
And when she slides a hand between her thighs and shifts, like she’s going to help herself get there before I can do it for her, the thread of control I’ve been clinging to snaps. “Not a fucking chance, Ace.”
“What?” she cries out, so goddamn greedy as I lift her from her knees and lick into her mouth.
“You come when I say you come, beautiful. Your orgasms belong to me.”
Ashton
Iwrap my legs around his waist, teetering on the edge of sanity and madness, need fueling me as I fight to catch my breath.
I want to snap back at Jamie. To argue. To yell at him that no one tells me what to do. That my orgasms belong to me and no one else. But the truth is . . . I want him to take control. I want to let go and trust that he’ll catch me.
I want to give up control . . . to trust him.
Anticipation swirls inside me as Jamie’s hands slide up the backs of my thighs, sending shockwaves through my core. The rough pads of his calloused fingers dig into my ass, dragging me closer and driving me higher.
And oh God, I want more.
I shudder as he tugs my sweater off and presses his hot mouth to my shoulder, licking and sucking, before my cami is pulled over my head and added to the growing pile of clothes at our feet next. And holy hell, the sound this man makes as he drinks me in is everything.
My nipples peak and strain, as I preen under his heavy gaze.
“So fucking beautiful.” The raw hunger in his voice is my undoing.
With what I hope is a sexy smile, I slide my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down my legs, kicking them aside and leaving me in nothing but a pair of white silk panties held together by tiny black bows at each hip.
My skin chills as the cool air whips in, and the sounds of the first fat drops of rain hitting the roof strike a sultry beat. One I won’t forget any time soon.
“Jamie . . .” I whimper, desperate for this man.
For his lips. For his tongue.
His body . . . His heart.
He holds the power to break me in ways I’ve never given anyone.
I should be terrified.
Yet somehow, I’m more centered in this moment than I have been in years.
But Jameson Murphy doesn’t reach for me like I expect.
He doesn’t take me or kiss me or grab like I’m dying for him to do.
Those eyes, the color of the greenest emeralds I’ve ever seen, shine so bright as they bore into mine. Holding me hostage in a way I never want to be free from.
“I’ll give you everything I have, Ashton.
But I need to hear you say the words. Tell me you want this.
Tell me you’re all-in.” He stands in front of me, every single muscle in his body strung tight like the string of a bow.
Ready to crack with the tiniest touch. All I’d have to do is reach out and run a finger over it and watch it break.
“Give me your words, Ashton, and I’ll give you everything.
You and our girl.” His eyes liquefy in front of me.
“And our baby. But I need your words, beautiful.”
I let go of the fear I’ve been clinging to like a lifeline and trace the tip of my finger over his perfect lips.
“What words do you want, Jamie? That I need you? Because I do. More than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone.
Do you want to hear me say I want that? The picture you painted?
Of us and babies and a house with a white-picket fence?
That picture scares the hell out of me, but that’s because I’ve never had anything like that before.
It scares me to want it, but I do.” I brush a kiss over his lips, relishing his taste.
“Or do you want me to tell you—beg you—to fuck me? Because I’m not above begging, and I’m not sure I’ll survive if you don’t touch me. Right. Now.”
I cup his face in my hands and hold his brilliant eyes for what feels like a lifetime but is less than the span of one racing heartbeat before his eyes close, and he inhales a deep, sexy breath while thunder booms in the distance. “Were those the words you wanted?”
Fire flames scorching hot when he opens them, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
“Good girl.”
Oh fuck. I like that.
Jamie slides one massive arm under my legs and one behind my back as he cradles me to his chest, like I’m something precious to be treasured. And what’s left of the wall guarding my heart crumbles under its own weight.
Anticipation tingles along every inch of my overheated skin.
He lays me on the bed, and my back bows, arching into him, unwilling to give up any space between us. Dying to feel his weight against mine. On top of me.
“Mine,” he growls against my mouth as his hand slides up the inside of my thigh, and one knee settles between mine.
“Yours,” I echo, chasing his lips.
“Fuck yes, you are,” he commands with a wicked grin, hovering above me, so damn hot, my breath catches at the intensity shining back at me.
Taking his time, he presses his lips to the hollow of my throat, driving me crazy with want until I tighten the hold I have on him.
“Greedy girl,” he groans but gives me what I want, skimming lower.
His tongue swirls a lazy circle around one nipple as he cups my other breast, his rough skin a delicious difference to my own.
And damn, it should be illegal the way it feels so good, when finally, he takes my nipple into his mouth and drags his teeth over the soft pink peak.
“You’re fucking sweet, Ashton. So fucking soft.” Licking his lips, he looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Tell me you’re wet for me, beautiful.”
I nod, words failing me as heat pools low in my belly. Needy anticipation threatens to overwhelm me when he slides off the bed and drops to his knees. With one deliciously swift move, I’m pulled to the edge of the mattress, my legs thrown over his strong shoulders, and oh my God . . .
One thick finger traces the edge of my panties, a filthy smile firmly in place. “Did your greedy little cunt miss me, baby?”
Holy shit.
Who says that and why is it so hot?
Who knew?
Need races through my veins like wildfire, lighting up every nerve ending as I lean up to watch Jamie kiss the insides of one knee, then the other before he does the same to my thighs, and I fucking melt with every touch.
His knuckle brushes over my clit, and I whimper.
Actually whimper, wanting more. Begging for it.
Hungry for it like a woman starved, but this infuriating man takes his time.
Teasing me. Pressing his full, firm lips to my hip bones before stroking a finger under the silk of my panties, finally sliding one inside me. “Fucking drenched, baby.”
“Oh God . . .” I moan, throwing my head back as the first tremors begin to build.
“Quiet, Ashton, or this ends,” he warns, and this time, it’s me growling as I tug his hair, and he buries his face against my panties. My hips lift to meet him, dying to lose the scraps of silk so there’s nothing between us.
My breath hitches as he tongues me through the silk.
“Please . . .” I beg, nearly silent, unwilling to risk waking the baby when Jamie’s big hands grip the ribbons at my hips.
“Please what, Ace?” he taunts, those eyes looking up at me, holding me at his mercy. “Words, Ashton. What did I say about words?”
“Jamie,” I beg, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before a quick, sharp, stinging slap against my pussy has them flying right back open. “Oh my God.”
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he demands and rips the silk away with his bare hands like it was a scrap of paper. And holy hell, that was so hot, I don’t bother to mourn my lost panties.
“Please taste me,” I cry, not caring if I sound desperate and needy. Because I am. For him.
The thought barely has time to register before he flattens his tongue and drags it along the length of my soaked sex. Relief and need duel for control as he does it again. And again. And again.
Licking and sucking until I’m writhing on the bed.
Chasing the fire that’s building inside.
Threatening to devour me.
I dig my fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders and tether myself to him as he works me with his tongue and fingers and—oh God, yes—his teeth.
He growls against my pussy, and I see fucking stars. “My fucking good girl.”
His words set me off, fanning the all-consuming flames between us until I can’t think or speak or form words.
Until nothing in the world exists but us and this need.
Until his hands grab my ass and pull me tighter against his mouth.
Until it’s all too much.
Until the sight of him . . . my juices coating his mouth . . . his eyes locked on mine . . .
Until his lips wrap around my clit . . .
Until it’s all just too much.
Jamie slides another finger inside me, curling and stroking and hitting my G-spot like no one and nothing—battery operated or otherwise—ever has. Like my body is a field he has played on his entire life. Like he is in complete control. And knows exactly what to do.
And I fucking love it.
He teases me over and over.
Bringing me closer to the edge but never over it.
Again and again.
Until my vision darkens and my body shakes.
Until he’s all I see. All I feel. All I want.
“Jamie, please . . . I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he demands and drags his teeth over my clit as it throbs in time with the beat of my heart.
Stars light up behind my eyes, and the lightning crashing outside the open doors matches the storm brewing inside the gorgeous green eyes staring up at me.
He works me through my first orgasm as I squirm, trying to push him away when I can’t take anymore. “Jamie,” I pant. “It’s too much. I can’t . . .”
“One more, Ashton.”
Oh God.
“Give me one more.”