Chapter 29
“Where are you going?” he calls out, amusement lacing his words.
I flash him a flirty look as I walk toward my car, which is a few cars down.
“Be right back.”
I open the door, grab my peacoat, then walk back. He’s eyeing me curiously. I hold my arms out, shrugging. “So…last chance for that ride,” I say hopefully.
His grin widens. “Where are we headed?”
“My place.”
He walks toward me and gently grabs my face, tilting it up to look at him. His eyes bounce between mine like he’s searching for something.
“What are you doing?”
He ignores my question and nods to himself, dropping his hands. “You seem to be of sound mind. Mostly.”
Then he turns and reaches for the extra helmet strapped on the bike. “You sure about this?” he asks, holding it out between us.
“Yes. To all of it.” His gaze heats for a moment, then he refocuses on the helmet.
Setting it down for a minute, he walks closer, takes my coat from my arm, and holds it out for me to put on.
I shove my arms into it, then turn to face him again.
He grabs the front of the coat and looks into my eyes as he silently buttons a few of the middle buttons, glancing down briefly to find each one.
I swallow. He reaches for the helmet, places it on my head, gives me one last glance, and flicks the visor down. It’s hot.
He puts on his black leather jacket and finishes with his helmet.
Then he swings a leg over, straddles the bike, and turns it on with a loud roar.
A thrill shoots through me and I’m not sure if it’s from how turned on I am or how anxious.
I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before. They’re incredibly dangerous.
I know that. But I think he’s going to be careful with me.
He motions for me to sit behind him, so I climb on and immediately grab his waist. He smells delicious, like leather and that other mysterious, warm scent. I’ve never been great at naming specific smells.
“Ready?” he asks one last time.
I nod against his back.
He takes off with a roar, and my stomach flips with a mix of nerves and excitement. I squeeze him tighter and feel his flat abs tense and shake. Pretty sure he’s laughing at me.
The air is cold, but it’s not as bad when I huddle in close to Jameson’s back. We’re not going fast, which I’m thankful for. I don’t know if I could handle anything crazier. This is a nice, easy speed. A speed for a mom who wants a little adventure but also wants to make it back alive to her kid.
I finally work up the nerve to open my eyes a little and tilt my head up to a normal position.
The dense lines of trees blur past on both sides and it makes me want to experience all of it.
I squeeze Jameson’s jacket extra tight with my right hand, release my left, and flip up my visor.
The air hits my face and the smell of wood and pine fills my senses.
I tilt my head back just a fraction more and close my eyes again, but for a different reason.
I’m flying, and Jameson is keeping me from falling. I feel alive.
He was right. I needed this. A night to feel like myself, to do whatever I want.
The moment is perfect.
It’s a short ride; I only live a few minutes away. Jameson pulls into the driveway, slows to a stop, and plants his feet on the ground.
I’m still holding on when he turns the engine off. He pulls his helmet off, runs a hand through his hair, and turns his head, not quite able to look at me.
“You good?” he asks, reaching for my hand tenderly.
“Yeah.” I finally let go and hop off, take my helmet off, and face him. “That was…”
He hops off next, looking at me expectantly.
“Incredible,” I say.
He leans in and wraps me in a hug, pressing my face into his chest. “I’m glad.”
“Thanks for going easy on me,” I mumble into his chest.
“I can’t promise I always will…”
Now that we’re off the bike, I remember why we’re here, and my body begins to warm with anticipation again. I run my hands down his back, feeling his muscles through his shirt.
He pulls back and looks at me. “I can just drop you off here and head home. It’s okay if you—"
I grab his hand and turn to lead him to the front door, cutting him off. I hear a chuckle behind me. I don’t let his hand go as I unlock the door with one hand; I still don’t let it go until I pull him inside, shut the door, and pull him closer.
He leans in and places soft, gentle kisses from behind my ear down to the top of my neckline while holding my hips. When he presses his hips up against me, I moan at the feeling of how hard he already is.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he whispers in a desperate plea as he pulls our mouths together.
“I…” I begin between kisses, but a sudden thought dawns on me and I feel like I should say it before it’s too late.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a low, scratchy tone.
“Yes. More than okay. I just…”
He stops, pulling his head back a few inches and cupping my face in his hands. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed but he still has that heat in his eyes.
“I haven’t had sex in…a few years,” I blurt.
Perhaps a flicker of surprise crosses his face, but it’s gone quickly, leaving an unreadable expression behind. He’s still holding my face gently, though.
I bite my lip, and his eyes follow the movement. He’s waiting for me to go on. “I still want to. Really, really want to…I just didn’t feel right not warning you.”
“Are you sure?” His voice is gravelly, laced with desire.
“Yes.” I grab his shirt and lift it. There’s a moment of hesitation as he looks at me with calculating eyes, then he lifts his arms and tosses his shirt to the side.
My mouth waters at the site of his pale, lean abs. His chiseled chest is hairless, but a thin trail of hair leads from his navel down into the top of his dark jeans, and I’m desperate to see where it goes.
He stands back and looks me up and down for a moment before he grabs my legs and lifts me up, carrying me away from the front entrance.
“I’m gonna need you to direct me to your bedroom,” he says as he runs his lips along the side of my neck.
Without looking, I lift my arm and point toward my bedroom, wrap an arm around his neck, and smile down at him, a few laughs escaping my lips.
A thrill rushes through me, knowing that this beautiful man is all mine—if only for tonight—and I hold on a little tighter.
By the time he lays me on the bed, I’m soaked and desperate for him. He towers over me, slowly pulling down my bottoms, and it’s torturous.
“Faster, Jameson.”
He freezes, my pants only pulled down an inch or two, and leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me. “You waited years for me. You can wait a little longer, baby.” He punctuates it with a kiss.
I don’t argue that I wasn’t actually waiting for him specifically, because in this moment, with all the blood leaving my brain, it kind of feels like I was.
He lifts my shirt with one strong hand, then places slow, soft kisses down my stomach. He lingers where my thong starts, his breath hot and wet on my skin. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.
For some reason, the compliment makes me more shy for a moment. But my insatiable need to have all of him right now far outweighs it, and I shake it off.
He slowly pulls everything down, and I’m left bare, with him staring at me like a ravenous predator. I release a breathy whimper at the sight of the bulge in his pants, and his lip curls up at the corner, just barely.
While his gaze is on me, I pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, feeling exhilarated and courageous by the way he doesn’t take his eyes off of me. His hands palm my breasts, teasing my nipples, and then his mouth connects between my legs, causing me to moan as my head falls back on the bed.
One hand stays on my chest as the other digs into my hip, his tongue working slowly, deliciously, between my legs.
Touching myself to the thought of him has absolutely nothing on this.
“Jameson, please,” I beg in a whimper.
He pulls back, leaving me breathless. “Trust me,” he says, inserting his finger inside of me slowly as his gaze stays locked on me. “You need this.”
“I’m ready. I want you. Now.”
Jameson’s lips curl into a devilish smirk as he undoes the button of his jeans. His other finger is still inside of me, curled and torturous.
He somehow manages to pull his jeans down smoothly with one hand, then his black briefs, and I gasp.
“I—”
He looks my body up and down like it’s a feast he can’t wait to dig into as he fists his giant, smooth dick. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen—aside from maybe one or two I’ve seen in pornos—but I never thought I’d see one like that in real life.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow,” he says in a low voice. Then his finger inside of me turns to two. “Now let me take my time getting you ready for me.”
He continues to slowly work up and down his shaft with one hand as he eases two curled fingers in and out of me with the other, never taking his eyes off me. The sight of him stroking himself makes my lower belly tighten and ache with need, and his fingers threaten to send me over the edge already.
I should probably be a little scared now, but I want him inside of me so bad at this point, I just don’t care if it hurts. Bring on the pain.
He kicks the rest of his pants off, rips a condom open with his teeth, then pulls me up by my arms. He flips us around and lays back, rolls the condom down, then pulls me on top of him.
“I want you to ride me first, so that you can take as much or as little as you want. Go as slow as you want.”
My eyes are on his long, thick, erect cock that’s protruding straight up in the air now. It’s intimidating but also has me throbbing between the legs so badly I think I might explode.
“Okay?” he asks, snapping me out of it. I flick my gaze back to him.
“Okay,” I breathe.
And in a satisfying moment, I make him gasp as I wrap my mouth around his smooth head.
Then I take him deeper. And deeper, until my eyes water.
He releases a deep, surprised groan as I work my way slowly up and down, gripping him at the bottom of his shaft.
I glance up at him and the look of pure lust he’s giving me sets me on fire.
The spot between my legs is screaming for more pressure, so I release him from my mouth and climb on top of him. Bracing my hands on his chest, I slowly lower myself, moaning as his thick head finally connect with me.
He looks at me with a feral expression, but his hands are patient as he grabs onto my hips, helping to slow my pace as I lower myself a little more.
“Holy…” I get out through deep breaths.
“That’s it, baby. Nice and slow,” he says, his gaze fixed on where our bodies connect.
I stop halfway down and pop back up to the top, where I can just barely feel his head. Then I slowly lower myself again, picking up the pace as I inch my way lower and lower each time.
“Oh my…” I start, unable to finish the sentence as I take him even deeper. It feels so damn good I barely register the hint of pain.
Jameson props himself up on his elbows, and I lean down to meet him. Our mouths connect as I keep moving up and down, feeling his thickness slide in and out of me. “You can take me, baby. Keep that pace.”
I moan in response.
“All of me.” He squeezes his hands into my hips harder and pushes himself up into me as I move down.
I cry out, and he swallows it with his mouth. Then he pulls down and thrusts deep and hard into me once again, and I see stars as I release a gasp.
I continue to move with him as he places his thumb over that sensitive spot between my legs. He’s so deep, stretching me to my max, and it feels so damn good. With one more deep thrust from him that’s perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thumb, I come undone.
My hands dig into his chest as he slowly continues to thrust inside me, his hips lifting and forcing himself even deeper as I ride wave after wave.
We finally stop, and I slump forward onto his chest, his cock still deep inside me. I think I want it to stay there forever.
“Atta girl,” he whispers in my ear.
He flips us around without breaking our connection so he’s now hovering over me.
He lifts one of my legs at the knee, getting even deeper than I thought possible, kissing gently along my breasts and biting at my nipples like he has all the time in the world.
Meanwhile, his hips thrust into me. Slow, but deep. So, so deep.
“I really messed up,” I say between heavy breaths.
“Why?” he asks, gazing at me with a teasing grin as he thrusts his giant cock into me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.”
His mouth turns up in the center as he huffs out a laugh.
“Hold onto me, baby.”
I grab onto his biceps as he straightens, and then he thrusts into me at a relentless pace, that pressure building inside me again, screaming to be released. Suddenly, I’m coming so hard the neighbors two hundred yards away probably hear me.
After the first wave, I barely notice Jameson tense as he finds his own release. I’m floating along in my own universe, oblivious to everything else except the pleasure roaring through me.
I lie there for I don’t know how long, with him breathing heavily above me. Finally, I feel him fall to the bed beside me.
I lift my forearm from my damp forehead, turn onto my side, and look at him. He’s lying flat, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing slowing.
“I meant to last longer,” he says, his lips curling in the corners. “But you’re just too damn…”
“Enticing? Beautiful?” I offer.
He laughs, turning on his side to look at me, propping his elbow up. “Yes. All of those things.”
“I couldn’t have taken much more,” I admit.
“So you’re saying you can’t handle a round two tonight?” he asks with a grin.
“You might break me,” I say with a laugh. But the truth is, my body is already warming up again at the mention of it.
And with the way he looks at me, I know he can sense my lie.