Chapter 20
Shannon
“I’ll never take your cash, or anyone else’s. I’ll earn the money myself and pay for her myself.”
Jamie’s brow lifted, amused more than offended.
“Understood,” he said, sitting back and folding his arms. “Didn’t mean to rattle your pride, love. Just offering a solution. But I admire that fire. Just don’t burn yourself out proving a point when I’m willing to make things easier.”
“I appreciate the offer. Like I said, I’m saving,” she replied, her voice firm, but flustered.
Jamie let the silence stretch for a bear before smiling. “You’re pretty fucking hot when you’re devoted to your cause.”
She looked away. “I don’t know you that well, Jamie. And I’d prefer to take care of things myself. I’ll earn her outright without being indebted to anyone who’d use it against me.”
“Okay, I get it, love,” he said, holding up his hands. “I respect hard work. I’ve been without money before, so I know what it’s like. The good-looking rich guy you see before you wasn’t always rich. That took years of hard work, too.”
He shifted his weight on the barstool, making it creak.
Shannon scooped up the sauce bottle and napkins, setting them in front of him on the counter while she started assembling the sandwich, layering more bacon on his bread than her own.
“Tuck in.” She slid the plate toward him with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“Thanks, love.” He grabbed the chunky bread with his long fingers and sank his teeth into it, chewing with a contented hum.
Half-dressed, perched on a barstool, he looked effortlessly attractive. The way he chewed the bread made the muscles in his jaw flex in a way that was... distracting.
“So, it must be frustrating not owning her?” he asked after a moment, before taking another bite.
“Kind of,” Shannon replied, shrugging. “But that’s what us poor people have to do when we want something. We have to wait and work hard for it.”
“You’re good at patience.” He winked.
She giggled, grabbing a scrunched-up napkin and tossing it at him.
Jamie dodged the tissue with an exaggerated duck, pretending it was a missile.
“Watch it, love, or I’ll have to throw you over my knee,” he warned, his eyes flashing.
Shannon bit into her sandwich, a satisfied grunt of appreciation escaping her. Jamie’s eyes flicked up from his own meal, watching her chew.
Wiping the corners of his mouth with her used napkin, he paused, a grin spreading across his face.
“That sound drives me fucking crazy. We need to have more meals together. Next time, I’m recording those sounds you make so I can play them back when you’re not around.” He smirked. “Like audio porn.”
Shannon froze for a moment, her tongue darting out to catch a smudge of sauce at the corner of her lips. The quick act had Jamie’s chest visibly rising, as if he were taking a deep, controlled breath.
“I’m just enjoying my lunch,” she said, playing it cool, even though the heat of his gaze made her pulse spike.
His eyes lingered on her mouth, his voice dropping to a husky tone. “There’s something else you can enjoy when you’re finished.”
“Oh, yeah?” she teased, her lips curling at the corner as she took another big bite. “You got something else to add to the menu?”
“I’ve got something else you can put in that pretty little mouth,” he said, the words laced with a challenge.
Her insides lurched, her heart racing. Jamie wanted her again. He wasn’t bolting out the door like some one-and-done guy.
No, he was staying. And that thought made her stomach flip in the best possible way.
“I’ll have to see if I have room after this,” she said, popping a finger into her mouth to suck off the sauce, her eyes daring him to respond.
“Finish your lunch,” he commanded.
As he took the last bite of his sandwich, he dusted his hands, stood and sauntered over to the couch.
He sank into it, leaning back with his head tilted toward the ceiling, his hands resting on his thighs.
As she sat there, finishing her lunch, she watched the way his broad chest rose and fell with each breath, making her insides quiver in anticipation.
With only a few bites left, she carried the rest with her and padded across the room, standing before him.
Rooting herself between the television and the couch, Shannon continued to chew, her tongue tracing the edge of the bread as she flashed her best come-hither look.
The deliberate lick of gloopy red sauce from the edge of the bread drew a low rumble from deep in Jamie’s chest. His muscles tensed as he leaned forward, eyes narrowed, desire lighting up his gaze.
“What are you doing, Shannon?” he growled, his voice rough with restraint.
“Ah, ah, mister,” she teased, waving a finger at him. “I have to finish my lunch before I get dessert.”
Shannon loved testing the limits. She knew what she was doing, and was determined to push his buttons, too, just to see how far she could take him.
She’d tapped into the confidence of all the women he’d been with before, but somehow, she made it uniquely hers.
With a wicked grin, she nibbled a little more of the bread, dragging out her seduction, letting the tension build. But when he lunged from the couch and grabbed her biceps, she gasped.
“Those lips need to be on my dick, now,” he ordered, his voice no longer playful, but commanding. His tongue dragged along the seam of her mouth, making her pulse race.
The power of his words and the intensity in his eyes turned her on more than she expected.
Holding eye contact, she shoved the last bite of bread into her mouth, her left cheek bulging with the defiance of her teasing.
“Like this?” she said around the mouthful.
A slow, pleased smile curled his lips, the dimple in his cheek deepening as he watched.
“I should take you over my knee and use that whip properly,” he murmured, low and dangerous.
“Really?” she whispered, voice like silk laced with challenge. “I might be the one using it this time.”
His hand curled around her throat, not tight, just enough to claim.
“No, love,” he growled, lips brushing her lips. “You’ll be kneeling. Waiting. Wet. And silent… until I say otherwise.”
Shannon lowered to her knees, her hands finding the zipper of his jeans.
Featherlight fingertips danced along his waistband, teasing the fabric as she tugged at the jeans lower, inch by inch.
His hand slid into her hair, fisting it at the root and tugging her head back.
“Be a good girl and show me how deep you can take it,” he ordered, gripping the base of his dick and rubbing it over her lips. “You’ve teased me long enough. Now it’s time to make me proud.”
With a flick of her tongue, she licked the tiny slit at the crown of his dick and hummed.
Shannon looked up at him through her lashes, a sly grin tugging at her lips.
“I think you like it when I tease you, Jamie.”
His lips curled into a smirk, the grip on her hair tightening just enough to remind her who was in charge.
“You’re cute when you think you've got the upper hand,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “But I’m the one calling the shots here, love. Keep that in mind.”
He slid his dick across her mouth again. “But I’ll let you think you’re in charge for now… just this once.”
With a slight tug on her hair, Jamie gave a thick, deep grunt. “Now, let me see those pretty eyes while my dick is buried in your throat.”
Shannon hesitated for a moment, then pulled against his hold, her tongue dragging a wet path from tip to base.
Wrapping her hands around him, she took half of his length into her mouth, fighting against the natural urge to gag.
Jamie watched, his eyes dark with hunger, a low groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck, look at you behaving yourself,” he rasped, voice low and gravelly. “Those cherry lips look so fucking amazing stretched around my dick. You feel so good, love. Just like I knew you would. I bet you’re wet again. ”
His hands tightened in her hair, keeping her steady as she moved.
“You’re beautiful,” he continued, his praise a growing flame in her core. “I love watching you struggle to take all of me. Every swallow gets me harder.”
He pushed his hips forward, forcing, but her to take him deeper. “Keep going. Show me just how far you’ll go.”
Devouring him was like the best meal she’d ever tasted. The salty release of pre-cum was exquisite, and she wondered why giving head had never been this exhilarating before.
“I’m gonna blow,” he snarled, jerking her back so her lips slid off the tip.
His other hand took over, pumping himself up and down, his breath ragged as he neared a release.
“Did you want me to join in with those other girls last night?” she asked. “Did you want a third mouth on you?”
His breath hitched, his strokes becoming more punishing as he fought to hold back. “I wanted your mouth on my dick. I just wanted you, Shannon.”
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he pulled her head back, his release building. She sensed the moment he couldn’t hold back any longer. And just as the tension peaked, warm cum spurted over her cheek.
“Fuck,” he panted.
Shannon’s mind raced, trying to process everything, trying to figure out how this ended.
Her stomach dropped as she stared up at him, captivated and torn.