Chapter 31
Ellie
I’ve never really believed in seeing fireworks or feeling sparks when you kiss someone.
Probably because it’s never really happened to me.
But right now? It’s happening with Jamie.
I’m feeling all the sparks, seeing all the fireworks, experiencing the butterflies.
The way Jamie’s kissing me right now makes me a believer.
How did we get here? Just a few weeks ago I was trying to talk myself out of falling for this man, and now I’m letting him fuck me?
What does that say about me? That I’m weak as hell and incredibly naive?
Maybe. I don’t even think I care anymore.
Right now, kissing Jamie feels like the place I need to be.
His lips are insistent, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I open for him.
As the kiss deepens, I feel my resistance melting away.
One hand moves to my waist and he squeezes gently.
I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and I’ve officially forgotten why I was even mad in the first place.
Jamie breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear.
“Will you let me show you how sorry I am, Sweetheart?” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I nod, even though I should say no. My body says the opposite, and I choose to listen to it.
His hands move to the tie on my robe, slowly pulling it so the robe falls open.
Since I was already in my pajama’s, I’m not wearing a bra, so my nipples are perfectly visible through my thin tank top.
I sit up so Jamie can pull the tank over my head.
I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but Jamie’s hands are quick to warm me, sliding down my bare shoulders and landing on my breasts.
He plays with each nipple, pinching gently.
“You’re beautiful, Ellie,” he whispers, his eyes dark with desire. “I don’t fucking deserve you.”
My friends would agree with that statement, and I probably should too. But I’ve seen how much he’s changed, they haven’t.
I bite my lip, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.
“I know I’ve said this a million times already, and I sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry, Ellie,” he says, his hands stilling.
I don’t know what possesses me to say it, but I look him directly in the eyes and say, “Prove it.”
Jamie’s eyes widen a bit, shocked by my demand.
He doesn’t stay that way for long. His hands move down to the edge of my sleep shorts, and I lift my hips to help him slide them down, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties.
Jamie’s gaze lingers on my body, his appreciation evident in the way his breath hitches.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groans, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re killing me.”
A smile pulls at my lips. Knowing that I have him all riled up turns me on more than it should.
Sex with Jamie was always good. I mean, back then we were practically kids and we didn’t exactly know what we were doing.
Yet every time with him made me feel wanted.
It still does. Even after everything, I still feel wanted by him.
His lips meet mine, kissing me softly before he trails a path of kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he moves lower. His hands go back to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples, and I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Jamie,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He looks down at me, and I almost cum just from the look in his eyes.
“What do you want, Ellie?”
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to voice it out loud.
“I’m not going to touch you until you tell me what you want me to do, Sweetheart,” he drawls, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
With a sudden boldness, I tell him exactly what I want.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Even if my friends are right downstairs?”
“Yes,” I practically whisper. Jamie leans down closer, whispering in my ear.
“Even if they can hear you moaning my name?” My cheeks flush with heat. “Yes.”
His smirk grows daring, and my pussy clenches. I want him. I want him inside me, I want him on me, and I want him, which is extremely hard for me to admit to myself, but I can’t think about that right now.
He reaches for the waistband of his jeans, unfastening them with quick, eager movements.
I watch as he pushes them down, his boxers following, revealing his thick, hard cock.
My mouth waters at the sight, and something inside me compels me to reach for him, my fingers wrapping around his shaft.
I haven’t tasted him yet, and I want to.
His hand lands on mine, pulling me off of him.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I want to taste you first.”
“You already have,” I pout. He chuckles to himself.
“Yeah, and I can’t fucking get enough.”
He pushes me back onto the bed, his hands moving to my panties. He slides them down my legs. When I’m completely bare to him, his gaze wanders up and down my body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“You are…” he pauses. “God, Ellie. You’re fucking stunning.” His hands move to my thighs, spreading them apart. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel powerful and desired.
He begins to kneel, but pauses, taking a sharp inhale. Sitting up on my elbow, I watch as his expression turns from desire to pain.
“Jamie? Are you okay?” I ask carefully. He nods, gritting his teeth.
“Yeah, it’s just my knee.”
I sit up quickly, concerned.
“Well, get on the bed! You shouldn’t be crouching like that anyway,” I scold. He shakes his head, standing from his position and hovering over me once again.
With a smile, he says, “Aw, Sweetheart. Do you actually care about me?”
I glare at him, not saying anything. Of course I care about him, and that’s the internal problem I’m having here. Because caring about him means getting attached, and I’m already pretty much there. It might be too late for me to go back now.
He climbs onto the bed, patting the pillow next to him.
“Come here, baby.”
I crawl up the bed, lying next to him, and he moves to hover over me. Leaning down, his lips touch mine. It’s a brief, soft touch before he kisses his way down my body, landing right on my clit. My back arches as his tongue begins to work. Oh, God.
“Jamie,” I moan, my voice desperate. I gasp as he licks a slow, deliberate path up my pussy, his mouth hot and wet. His hands grip my thighs tighter, holding me open as he delves deeper, his tongue flicking over my clit, then dipping inside me.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back into the pillow. “Yes, right there.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been so vocal during sex. I’m usually reserved and quiet, only moaning every once in a while. Maybe I’ve just been with guys that don’t make me feel the way Jamie does. Jamie’s tongue is magic, and don’t get me started on his dick. I’d forgotten how perfect it was.
He hums against me, the vibrations sending shivers through me. His tongue is relentless, his mouth devouring me, and I feel my orgasm building.
“Jamie, I’m close,” I warn, my voice shaky.
I feel him smile before he says, “cum for me, Ellie,” he urges, his fingers pressing into my thigh as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm crashes over me. God, it feels like ecstasy. I’ve never felt a better feeling, and it’s because of the man in front of me. The one man I never thought would make me feel like this again.
Jamie groans, squeezing me harder. When I finally come down from my high, he lifts his head to look at me. His mouth is glistening, his eyes are full of fire and lust, and he wears a devilish smile.
Right then, I make a decision. I decide that it’s time to give him something in return. Something I’ve imagined doing since the first time I saw him naked again.
With a newfound confidence, I sit up, giving him an innocent expression.
“Your turn,” I whisper. His brows furrow, as if he believes he heard me wrong.
“My turn?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes. Lay down. I want to taste you,” I tell him. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I know what I want and that’s him.
He does as I say, climbing up the bed and lying on his back.
His perfectly erect cock stands, ready for me to take control.
When my palm wraps around his length, Jamie inhales sharply.
I begin to pump slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm that seems to be satisfying him by the way his eyes roll into the back of his head.
When his eyes shut, I lean down and wrap my lips around him.
He’s warm and large, and the salty taste of him makes me want more.
Jamie groans. “Fuck, Ellie. God, you’re amazing.”
I hold back my smile as I let myself sink deeper onto him.
I gag a bit as he hits the back of my throat, but after a few seconds, I’m used to it.
I move faster, peering up at him through my lashes.
He’s beautiful. He always has been but seeing him reveling in this feeling that I’m giving him is beyond hot.
His abs flex and his muscles coil as he lifts himself just enough to hit the back of my throat again.
“Jesus, Sweetheart. You’re going to make me cum before I get to fuck you,” he tells me through gritted teeth. I pump him into my mouth a few more times before pulling off of him reluctantly. As soon as I’m off, Jamie grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach. I yelp at the fast action.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a screaming whisper.
I feel him climb off the bed, and suddenly he’s grabbing my hips and hoisting me backwards, hips in the air. I feel his hard cock near my entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to let everyone in this house know who you belong to, right Sweetheart?”
I nod frantically, hoping he’ll give me what I need right now. But instead of him entering me, his hand slaps my ass, leaving behind a hot sting. I yelp at the sudden pain.
“What the hell, Jamie?” I’ve never been spanked during sex, not because I’m against it or anything, but because no other guy that I slept with ever tried. Is it bad that I actually kind of liked it?
“Use your words, baby girl,” he orders in a low, gruff tone.
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Everyone will know. Please fuck me, Jamie.”
Without hesitation, he positions himself between my legs and slides in with one hard thrust. I grip the covers, trying to hold onto something while Jamie pounds in and out of my pussy.
“Fucking hell, Ellie,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “You’re addicting.”
I moan louder than I mean to. The bed creaks beneath us, making it obvious that we’re not up here just to talk. But I don’t care. All I can focus on is the way he’s filling me, the way his cock is stretching me, the way his hands are gripping my hips as he drives into me.
“Jamie,” I pant, my voice breathless. “Harder.”
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. I begin to move back onto him, meeting him stroke for stroke. God, he feels incredible. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, and I can hear his friends laughing downstairs.
“Tell them, Ellie,” Jamie growls. “Tell them who you belong to.”
“You,” I gasp, my body beginning to tighten around him. “I belong to you, Jamie!”
“That’s right. And I’m not giving you up, not ever again,” he grits out as he thrusts deeper, his hips snapping against my ass. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and that’s what tips me over the edge. I clench around him as I cry out his name.
A few moments later after we’re both cleaned up, we lie in bed, staring up at the white speckled ceiling.
Jamie rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I want to melt into a freaking puddle. Who is this man and what did he do to the jerk that screwed me over?
“I meant what I said, El. I won’t give you up. I can’t,” he practically whispers. His fingers absentmindedly move up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps. “You’re the good. I need good.”
My heart melts a bit at his confession. “Who knew Jamie Patterson, the hockey god, could be so sweet?” I ask, hoping to break the tension between us. There’s a wall there, and I’m not sure if it’s his or mine.
“Not quite the hockey god anymore,” he states flatly.
I place my hand on his cheek, and it feels surreal to be lying here in bed with him. I know we’ve screwed a few times, but this is different. Lying here like this is intimate. It’s real.
“You still are, even if you’re not on the ice right now. You will be again.”
His eyes meet mine, searching for something. For what, I’m not sure.
“How do you know?”
A small smile falls on my lips as my thumb moves slowly against his face. He looks so calm, yet so troubled. He’s fighting a war in his head, and it doesn’t seem like he’s winning.
“Because you’re you. You don’t let anything hold you back.”
Not even me.