Chapter Twenty-One
Twenty-one
Jameson
Lane jumps, a scream ripping from her throat, popcorn flying everywhere. The rich buttery aroma mixing with a sweet-smelling candle she has lit somewhere.
She hides her face in my shoulder, and I chuckle, pulling her closer. “We can put on something else, baby.”
She peeks at the movie, face scrunching up when she sees the masked killer chasing the main character through her childhood home, barely missing her with his knife. “No. I said you could pick the movie.”
I look down at her, giving her a sexy smirk. “We could do something else that makes you scream.”
Being inside Lane has become my new addiction, replacing every vice I’ve ever had.
She rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to the screen. “No. Watch the movie, Jameson.”
My lips tug up at the corners, as I watch her fight against a grimace. “Okay.”
Not even ten minutes later, her hand starts inching up my thigh. Her touch sends little sparks through my veins, even through the material of my sweatpants.
“Watch the movie, Lane,” I repeat her words back to her in a low, commanding tone.
Her hand trails up over my hip. “I am,” she whispers.
She drags her nails across my bare stomach. I swallow, fighting to hold completely still. Her fingers run through the trail of hair that disappears into my waistband, pulling gently. My hips jerk just a fraction, but it's enough. I can feel her triumphant smile.
I continue to act immune, eyes glued to the screen, as her fingers explored my chest, lightly tracing over my ink.
When her fingers begin to dip into my sweatpants, I grab her wrist, halting her movements. “You said you wanted to watch the movie.”
“I changed my mind,” she whines, trying to pull her wrist free, her voice husky and low.
Fuck. I bet she’s already wet.
I place her hand back on my thigh. “Be a good girl and watch the movie, Lane.”
She straddles my lap, knees pressing into the couch on either side of me, blocking my view of the TV. She pushes my back against the couch, the glow from the screen dancing across her dark hair.
She grips my chin, eyes full of challenge. “I said I changed my mind.”
So she wants to be a brat tonight.
A slow predatory grin is all the warning she gets before I grip her hips, flipping us, so she’s laying beneath me. My hands land on either side of her head, my gaze locked onto her lust-filled eyes.
“So we are going with bad girl tonight, are we?” I nip at her bottom lip, before taking her mouth in a rough kiss.
I roll my hips against her center, and a soft moan escapes her throat, mixing with the haunting music flowing from the long-forgotten movie. Her hips lift, seeking more. I sit back on my knees, denying her.
Her mouth opens, then snaps shut when I rip her sleep shorts down her legs, tossing them behind me. And fuck me, what I see has my hips jerking forward.
No fucking panties.
“Did you forget an article of clothing tonight, baby?” I grit out, eyes locked on her bare pussy, my heartbeat matching the flicker of light dancing across her smooth skin.
She says nothing, just gives me a coy smile.
“Turn around and get on your knees, facing the back of the couch. Back arched, ass out.”
She obeys immediately, scrambling into position.
I stand and sink to my knees behind her, running my hand over the globe of her perfect ass. My hand comes down giving it a sharp slap. She moans, pushing her ass back toward me, silently asking for more.
My jaw clenches, a groan getting trapped in my throat as I watch my handprint bloom across her skin, turning it red. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me,” I grit through my teeth. She obeys, spreading her thighs as wide as she can, putting her dripping pussy on full display.
A low growl rips from my throat and my hand comes down on her other cheek. “Look how well you are listening now that you know you’re going to get my cock.”
She groans, burying her face in the couch. I swipe my finger through the wetness trailing down her smooth thigh, bringing it to my mouth.
I hum around my fingers as her taste hits my tongue. She looks over her shoulder, watching as I slowly pull them out. A soft glow flickers across her face, highlighting her green eyes. “Fuck baby, you taste so damn good. Which do you want, Lane? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
“Fuck,” she moans out, when I sink two fingers into her wet pussy. She pushes her ass back, taking more of my fingers. “Your mouth, please.”
I ease my fingers out of her tight heat, twisting slowly, watching as her body trembles, a strangled gasp leaving her throat.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, giving it a light slap.
I turn, sitting with my back against the front of the couch and drop my head back, resting it on the cushion, right between Lane’s silky thighs. My arms wrap around her thighs, pulling until she’s sitting on my face, like a queen sitting upon her throne.
I fuck her with my tongue, letting her taste and loud moans take me over, urging me on.
My lips latch onto her clit, sucking hard as I sink two fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
Her hips jerk. “Faster, please, Jameson. Make me come.” She begs, her voice laced with need.
I drive my fingers deeper, hooking them slightly as I flick my tongue against her tight bud. Her hips move faster, her moans becoming louder, more untamed.
“Come for me, Wildflower,” I murmur against her clit.
The vibration mixed with my command is enough to send her spiraling over the edge. She comes hard, screaming out my name, her release soaking my face.
I drink her in, not wanting to let a drop go to waste. Lane slumps against the back of the couch, completely spent. Straightening, I take a seat beside her on the couch and pull her onto my lap. I bring her mouth to mine, letting her taste herself.
“I want to pick the movies from now on,” I whisper, against her lips.
She sighs, content. “Fine by me.”