Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Jameson
T he ominous clouds that had blanketed the sky and abruptly cut short our date had since given way to thunderous sheets of rain pelting away at my truck’s windshield as we drove home from our candlelight dinner in Rockwood. While visibility was low, there weren’t many other vehicles on the road, thankfully.
I backed into my driveway, and anxiousness crept up my spine as I cut the engine.
“I’m sorry, I . . .”
“Why? Even you can’t control the weather, Jameson.”
“This is true,” I shrugged, “I guess I just acted on autopilot. Is it okay that I brought you to my place, or did you?—”
Her fingers slid between mine where my hand rested on the center console, stealing any thought that didn’t involve falling further under her spell.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be.”
“How about inside?” I joked.
She giggled. “Okay, you got me there.”
I leaned over the console and kissed a path up the delicate slope of her neck, unable to resist the temptation.
“Jameson.” She moaned, turning her head to capture my mouth with a hungry fire that even the rain couldn’t dampen.
“Are you ready to make a run for it? Because the next time I put my hands on you, it won’t be inside my truck.”
With a shared glance and “Three-two-one,” we flung the truck’s doors open and sprinted toward my front porch, dodging any puddles in our path. After a quick punch of buttons on the keypad, we tumbled inside a tangle of laughter and limbs, each of us seeking closeness.
“Wait, Jameson, wait.” Ari stopped me after I’d toed off my shoes on the doormat.
“I—” I was about to apologize for being over-eager when she interrupted me.
“No, silly.” She pointed up with her finger.
Right, the mistletoe!
“Think we already have the kissing part down.” The idea of claiming her made me overlook that little detail.
“Are you saying you don’t want a taste?”
“Oh, I most definitely want a taste.” I leaned in and kissed her soft, pouty, dark, cherry-stained lips. “However, I had another menu item in mind, if I’m allowed to be honest.”
One that involved licking every inch of her soft, flawless skin.
Ari looked at me with wide eyes, then shook her head, clearly amused. “After you gave me trouble over this very thing the last time I was here?” She leaned to one side, her hip jutting out as her hand settled on it. “I’m shocked!”
“I’ve got no defense; maybe I need to be punished?” I said, a teasing smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
“While I’m very much looking forward to dessert,” she ran her fingers teasingly down the center of my chest until they landed on my belt buckle, “typically, people relax after dinner, maybe even open a present or two before dessert.”
“Ari, you are the gift, one I plan on worshipping all night long.”
Her smile made my knees weak, as did the sultry sway of her hips as she slipped past me and walked over to the Christmas tree.
The lights were down low, and a soft glow illuminated the living room.
“I’m glad you think so because I’m ready to be unwrapped,” she purred suggestively, not needing to tell me twice.
The excitement coursing through my veins surpassed Christmas morning as I closed the distance between us and knelt before her, reaching for the clasp on her strappy high heels.
“Nuh-uh,” she murmured, causing me to pause. “Start at the top.”
“I see how it is . . . someone wants to be fucked with her shoes on, do they?” I asked, dragging my fingers up over her thighs.
She nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before I used my thumb to break it free so I could teasingly suck on it between my lips.
“Any other surprises?” I asked.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Her brow arched seductively.
I unclipped her hair and watched as voluptuous strands of red fell over her shoulders, curly and whimsical.
Almost sinful against her tanned skin.
But it wasn’t until I tugged on the belt of her black wrap dress that the fabric separated like morning curtains. The marvel of the beaconing sun nearly blinded me as if I’d just discovered the world’s eighth wonder.
A Christmas angel.
My Christmas angel.
My naughty angel draped in red satin and lace.
“Thank fuck, you’re a paramedic, babe, because my heart . . .” I rubbed with pressure over the center of my chest, feeling its frantic beat, strong and keyed up as it raced while the thunderous sound filled my ears. “Fuck, Ari, you’re a vision, an absolute goddess.”
She was every birthday candle wish I’d ever made.
Every wish upon a star.
The ultimate gift, and I was the lucky bastard who got to unwrap her.
“Tell me, no one else has ever seen you wearing this?” I asked, feeling slightly off-kilter, hoping and praying it was for my eyes only.
“Just you.” She pursed her red-stained lips.
“Thank fuck for that.” I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I didn’t have to murder anyone. I’d never survive jail without breathing the same air as her.
As I stood, taking her in, my gaze soaked up every smooth inch and enticing curve. Her skin was untouched, a blank canvas, one I craved to leave a permanent mark on, just like she had unknowingly done on my soul.
My fingers itched to tug at the little red bows holding the wisps of delicate fabric together, torn on where to start.
I was so fucking gone for her.
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship every inch of her, and I did just that, not wasting another second before hooking her leg over my shoulder. Her sweet feminine scent filled my senses with an intoxicating level of desire and craving I’d dreamed about every single night since the bar.
“I’ve waited so long to taste you, Ari.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Just savoring the moment.” I smirked before a glint of silver caught my eye.
It couldn’t be, could it?
My thumbs brushed up the length of her black translucent crotchless panties, parting her slit, exposing her to me in the most intimate way.
“No. Fucking. Way!” My gaze snapped to hers in utter disbelief. “You have a hood piercing?”
Her lips tipped up at the corners. “You like?”
I swiftly pulled her down on the carpet, ripped her panties into smithereens, and spread her legs wide, needing a closer look, needing to see everything. All the while, my cock grew impossibly hard behind the confines of my jeans.
“Do I like it?” I was salivating like a goddamned bear who had found the golden honey pot. “Fuck, I knew you were made for me.”
“Because I have a hood piercing?” she queried.
“Yeah, babe, you’ll see. It also makes me want to murder the person who gave it to you.”
I thumbed the silver curved barbell, testing the waters, loving the spontaneous gasps slipping past her lips. The sound went straight to my cock.
“Awfully possessive, aren’t you?” She swallowed roughly.
“Only when it comes to you, Ari. I thought that much was clear.”
“Does it help that it was a woman?”
“Fuuuck!” I roared as what was left of my restraint finally snapped.
The instant my tongue swept up the seam of her slit, her fingers threaded through my hair with a violent force that matched my craving, pulling me closer as she surrendered herself to me so beautifully.
Effortlessly.
Her taste was sheer ecstasy, and I wanted nothing more than to drown myself in her essence. I’d never been with someone who had an intimate piercing, but fuck, did it make her crazy responsive. I’d barely started and her back was already arched, and her breathing hastened.
She was on the precipice.
I’d planned to edge her, bring her to the brink over and over, but I couldn’t pull myself away. The desire to watch her come undone was something I needed more than my next breath. One more pressured swirl of my tongue, toying with the piercing, had her detonating like a flawless goddess, and I was already starving for another hit.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shifted my weight upward, leisurely dragging my tongue up over the soft curve of her stomach, enjoying the rise and fall as she floated down from her high. The sound of her labored breathing fed every ounce of the euphoria free-flowing through my veins.
She made me insane with desperation.
I rubbed the silky strings holding the intricately woven bra together between my fingers and pulled. The lace-edged fabric fell to her sides, exposing her full breasts. Ample and heavy, with dusty rose-pebbled peaks. I swirled my tongue around one while tweaking the other with my fingers.
“More, I need more, Jameson.” Her moan slipped breathlessly past her lips.
“Tell me.” I switched and sucked her other nipple between my lips and scissored my teeth. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
I licked roughly up the column of her neck as her head tilted to the side, granting me more access before I slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth up to mine.
She didn’t hesitate; our kiss was tempestuous.
Passionate and urgent.
Our teeth clashed as we found our pace. Tongues starved, unable to get close enough. I thrust my hips against hers, causing her to lose her stride. I opened my eyes to find hers closed as she tilted her chin up and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
I was utterly ravenous watching her every expression, drinking it in as I kept pace with my hips, loving that the friction of my jeans, coupled with her piercing, had her freely chasing another orgasm. I didn’t care that I was about to come in my pants like a teenager; her pleasure was all that mattered.
She was perfection personified.
“Jame . . . Jameson.” Her breaths were short and punctured.
“Take what you need, Ari.”
She clawed at my shirt. “I need to feel you.”
I tore open my dress shirt, causing buttons to scatter everywhere, too impatient to undo each one carefully. Then I reached behind my shoulder, grasped my black T-shirt, and pulled it over my head before leaning down again to capture her lips with mine.
Hungry and greedy, I held my hand on her jaw, her lips pillowy soft, a sharp contrast to the bite of her nails scoring down my back.
“Jameson.” Her hips tilted as she wrapped her legs around my back and hit a different angle. “Oh God, Jameson,” she cried out.
“I’ve got you.” I rocked into her as undeniable pleasure snaked down my spine.
“I can’t . . . I can’t, it’s too much.”
I leaned back on my forearm and slid my other hand down her neck until I felt her pulse point under my palm and added pressure with my thumb.
“Jameson.” Her eyelids fluttered with ecstasy.
She was on the edge, the crescendo right there for the taking.
“Let go, Ari,” I coaxed her.
And let go, she did, in spectacular fashion.
Our staggered breathing filled the space as we crashed over the edge together until I felt a burst of wetness soak the front of my jeans.
“Holy fucking shit,” I roared back in shock. “Did you—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.
Watching her come was euphoric, but knowing I made her squirt was the ultimate bonus.
“Oh my, God!” Her hands covered her face in embarrassment as realization sunk in.
“No way,” I pulled her hands away, “don’t you dare hide from me. Not now, not ever. That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“I’ve never . . .” There was a slight edge of embarrassment before her words tumbled out in a rushed burst of defense. “You’re the only one who’s made me do that; I didn’t know it was possible. I’ve never been with anyone since I got?—”
I crushed my mouth against hers, slipping my tongue inside when her lips parted, drinking in the honesty behind her words. Pleasing a woman had never been an issue, and yet her admission filled me with a greater sense of pride because it was her—she was the only one that mattered, the only one my heart felt a rush of adrenaline for, the only one I’d ever truly desired.
I hadn’t even been inside her yet, and I was unequivocally ruined in the best way possible. Knowing I was the only one who would ever get her like this made me feral because now that I’d had a taste, there was no letting go.
Not that I ever planned to.
Our intimacy level was unparalleled, and we were just getting started.
“Jameson, please. I need you.”
Never had there ever been a sweeter plea.
I picked her up bridal style and carried her down the hallway into my room, setting her on the edge of the bed only to hear her gasp once I turned the bedside table light on.
“You’ve got Christmas bedsheets and all.” She giggled.
When I did something, I went all-in, and my bedroom décor was no exception; it matched the rest of my living space. “Are you really surprised?”
“I shouldn’t be, no.”
I plucked a condom from my nightside table and tossed it beside her on the bed. She reached for my belt buckle as I bit the inside of my cheek. I had imagined this moment countless times over, but none of those fantasies could ever hold a candle to the reality of it.
With my jeans unbuttoned, I pushed them down my legs and peeled my socks off. The only barrier left separating us was my black boxer briefs.
Ari’s fingers toyed with the elastic band, and my resolve teetered.
“Remember when I said you were made for me and that I wasn’t the playboy you thought I was?”
“Yes.” Her brows pinched as she looked up through her lashes.
“Tonight is about firsts. No one’s ever had me, not the way you’re about to either.”
The confusion in her expression subtly turned to one of mischief, a dare almost as she pulled my boxers over my erection and audibly gasped as the eight rungs of my Jacob’s ladder filled her sightline. While her eyes blinked back her surprise, she wasted no time curling her fingers around me before running her thumb through my release from minutes ago on the living room floor.
“Shit, sorry, I should wash up first.”
Her hand tightened in response. “No need.”
I watched, wholly enraptured, as she ran her tongue up my length. I was already harder than granite, but the second she enveloped me in her mouth, I was enraptured by the pure pleasure.
It was like going from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. The world around me blurred, and every fiber of my being ignited my senses. It was the perfect combination of adrenaline and excitement tangled in a wicked web of gratification dancing down the length of my spine.
Knowing I wouldn’t last another second, it took everything in me to pull back and shift her upward on the bed. The reward was picturesque. Her hair fanned out like ribbons of fire against my white sheets adorned with peppermint swirls. I reached for the clasps on her heels again, and she didn’t stop me this time. Once I had her where I wanted, I ripped open the condom and sheathed myself.
“There’s no going back from here, Ari; you know that, right?”
“I do.” She nodded eagerly.
“Good, because I’m never letting you go. You’re mine.”
My one hand brushed up the apex of her thighs while my other stroked my cock before lining myself up.
“Yes, Jameson . . . make me yours.”
I took it slow at first, allowing her time to adjust but also willing myself off the edge because fucking Christ, the feeling was unimaginable. She was impossibly tight, squeezing my tip like a vise.
My eyes bounced between watching as I pushed inside her silky heat and her response to each rung of my Jacob’s ladder. The views were earth-shatteringly mesmerizing: her skin flushed with rosy blemishes across her chest and up her neck, her teeth that bit down on her lip let go as her mouth formed a perfect O , and her essence that coated the condom as we became one.
Once I was fully seated, she curled her fingers around my neck. Her hazel eyes were soft and longing. I leaned over and claimed her mouth with slow, languid strokes of my tongue.
As I quickened my pace, she lowered her arms to my back, her nails digging into my skin as we chased our united pleasure flawlessly in sync.
“You’re my everything, Ari.”
I had never spoken truer words; in that instant, I knew I had been irrevocably changed for all of eternity.