Chapter 24
Jamie
“You remember what to say if it gets too much?” Jamie’s voice was thick, almost a growl as it rumbled between them.
Shannon nodded, her lips parting a little as she inhaled a shaky breath. The heat of her ragged breath caressed his skin, her pulse thrumming against the hollow of her neck.
Her world, now cloaked in darkness, would be so much more intense, every touch, sound and breath amplified.
Fuck, she was hot.
He could sense the way she was trying to steady herself, but the anticipation hung thick.
“Relax, love.”
At that moment, she surrendered to him.
His fingers traced over her soft lips, his touch gentle at first, teasing, before he distorted their position.
“You want to know what’s in the other bag, Shannon?” he asked, pulling back just enough to tease her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He heard the subtle quiver in her breath, and fuck, it made his dick throb harder.
While she took a steadying breath, he fished into the brown paper bag and brought out a small globe, dragging it across her bottom lip.
She didn’t need to see it to know what it was.
“Take a bite,” he commanded.
When her lips parted, he slipped it between her teeth, watching her nibble and chew, fucking loving the way she submitted to his control, so trusting, so open.
As she licked her lips, a soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and he smiled to himself.
“What do you taste?” he asked, wanting to draw her deeper into the experience, his voice low, almost a raspy whisper.
“Chocolate and…cherries,” she replied, the words strained with desire.
“You like it?” When his breath brushed her ear, she leaned into him, searching for more.
“I do,” she breathed, her voice so soft, so vulnerable.
“Now you know how fucking good you taste.” His words were hoarse against her ear before he ran his tongue over her parted lips, tasting a trace of chocolate.
She tasted like sin and sweetness, and fuck, he needed more.
“You’re addictive,” he muttered against her lips.
He slipped the rest of the chocolate into her mouth, smiling when she chewed slowly, savouring the moment. His hands ran over her breasts, her curves igniting a deep, burning ache inside him.
“You’re sweet,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he traced circles around her nipple. “You’re intense. And when I left here yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you have me on a string, tugging me back.”
The honesty of his words hit him harder than expected.
With a growl, he dug his fingertips into her hips, his grip hard, possessive, as he manhandled her around to face the bed again. Although he demanded, he was also careful with her, too, attuned to her body.
“Fall forward,” he commanded, his fingers still gripping her waist.
She braced herself to crash face-first into the duvet, but before she could, he yanked the rope at her wrists, guiding her down with a single arm.
Scooping his hands beneath her pelvis, he tilted her hips upward and parted her knees.
Fuck, the sight of her pretty pink pussy, all wet for him, had his heart pounding.
He climbed onto the bed, rolled her onto her side, and rubbed melting chocolate along her pouty lips until it thinned, and a cherry was exposed. With a touch of pressure, he slid it into her mouth, followed by the gentle dip of his tongue.
“Eat up, Shannon,” he said against her lips .
She licked, devoured, and moaned, her sensuality flowing in waves.
“So good,” she whispered.
The fantasy he’d invented in his mind the night before unfolded better than he could have imagined. Now he wanted those messy lips all over him. The thought made his dick ache, the pressure against his zipper becoming unbearable.
He yanked the knot loose behind her head, removing the blindfold and revealing those enchanting ocean-blue eyes. She blinked to focus, her gaze hunting his.
Getting to his feet again, he worked to lower his zipper, the sound only heightening the anticipation.
“You know what I want, don’t you?” he said.
She nodded, but he wasn’t waiting for her permission. His jeans hit the floor, and he reached into the paper bag, selecting another chocolate-covered cherry.
“Open your legs,” he ordered, his voice firm, commanding.
Shannon’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, parting her thighs as he slid his hand between them, letting out a thick grunt when he found her warm and wet.
The chocolate smeared over her shorn pussy, adding to his dark desire.
“I’ll lick this up after,” he promised. “But right now, your mouth has work to do.”
Her gasp was a rush of excitement that mixed with a hint of nervousness.
“I want you on your knees, and your mouth wrapped around my dick. ”
Her eyes darkened, reflecting the depth of the moment, her chest rising and falling with each eager breath. There was a hunger in her eyes, a willingness to please that made his pulse race.
With a firm hand, he guided her off the bed, helping her to the floor. Kneeling before him, she arched forward, her mouth taking all of him in, her warm lips wrapping around his length.
“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her in deeper.
He angled her head back, admiring the sight of her eyes locked onto his, those deep blue eyes that could make him lose all sense of time.
“Slowly,” he growled. The sensation of her mouth tightening around him was almost more than he could take.
Shannon responded, each wet drag driving him to the edge, over and over, saliva streaming from the corners of her mouth.
He gripped her hair, yanking her head back, the intensity of the moment too much to hold back.
“Enough,” he muttered, lifting her off the floor. He hadn’t planned on taking her this fast, but the need was too strong.
With a hand to the middle of her shoulders, he pressed her face down onto the bed. She adjusted herself, hips raised, knees spread wide.
Her needy moans filled the air as his tongue swept through her wet pussy, tasting sugar, chocolate and her natural desire .
Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of that taste. Each stroke of his tongue invited her hips to grind. But his dick demanded more. He rose, swatted her ass and positioned himself behind her, his hand on her waist, and with one deep thrust, he entered her.
Her inner walls clenched around him, the sensation almost overwhelming. Then under the urge, reality hit him…
“You on the pill, love?” he gritted out, hoping for an answer that would let him take this to the next level.
“No,” she panted.
“Give me a sec…” He pulled out, dug a condom packet out of the bag, ripped it open and rolled onto his dick, half pissed that there was a barrier now.
“Jamie…” she panted.
“Right here, love,”
Holding her in place, he fisted the base of his dick and lined it up with her pussy before sliding in deep. Her body trembled, the friction fast and rough, her pulse thrumming beneath his fingers.
“I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet,” he ordered, his nostrils flaring as he slowed the pace. “I want to hear you beg for it first.”
“Please, Jamie,” she moaned, her voice thick. “Please, let me come.”
He stilled, enjoying the power he had over her.
“You’re not ready yet,” he said with a soft chuckle, pulling out. “I want you wetter…begging harder. Tell me how badly you need my dick to move inside this tight little cunt of yours. ”
“Badly,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “So…badly.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “That’s it. Such a dirty girl for me.”
After a controlled breath, he drove back in, harder than before, pounding in and out while she cried out.
“You feel so fucking good, I’m so damn close, too.”
“Please…”
“Squeeze my dick… fuck…squeeze your pussy on my dick,” he gritted out. “We come together…and it’s gonna be so fucking good when we do.”
Stroke after stroke she whimpered and pushed back into him, hungry and groaning.
“You can hear how wet you are…I’m gonna come so hard…are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll count you down. Wait for my command.”
Shannon nodded, her thighs trembling when he slid out and slammed in deeper. Every muscle in his body tightened, his body hot and aching.
“Five,” he started, his voice thick. “Four… Three...”
He dragged the countdown out, his hand gripping her hip tighter with each number. She whimpered, desperate for release, her body begging for it.
“When we get there, you’re gonna milk the cum from my dick…” He panted, the base of his spine tingling. “Two…”
“Are you ready, love?” He grunted. “You’ve been holding it for so long. You’ve been so good.”
“God… Yes…. ”
“Now,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
The moment he gave the word, Jamie’s control snapped, and he buried himself deep inside her, his balls lifting and cum flooding the condom.
They both held onto each other, panting, riding out the aftermath of their release together. It was a perfect, synchronised moment of control and surrender.
Leaning over the top of her as she shook, he whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh…”
“That was fucking intense.”
Jamie collapsed on the bed beside her, his body heavy and his energy gone. He let out a slow exhale, one hand falling over his eyes, the other held to her chest.
The aftershocks of their connection left his heart thumping and his mind drifting.
“Can you untie me now?”
“Say please.” He turned into her, reaching to untangle the rope.
“Please untie me.”
The thick cord fell away, and he ran his fingers over her wrists.
“I’ve made a mess of you,” he said, studying her face.
Shannon’s eyes fluttered closed at his touch, her breaths soft and deep as she relaxed into the bed. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her chocolate-streaked lips, tasting the sweetness of her still.
“I’ll get a towel,” he said, scooting off the bed.
He went into the nearby bathroom, grabbed a purple towel, and went back.
Shannon lay where he’d left her, propped up on her elbows, looking beautifully undone. Her hair, wild and tangled, framed her flushed cheeks, and her ocean blue gaze drank in his every move.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He sat on the bed next to her and wiped the towel over her mouth.
Her brows pulled together. “I can do that myself.”
“No,” he replied, his tone gentle but insistent. “Open your legs for me.”
Shannon went still. “That’s weird, Jamie. Give me the towel.”
Jamie chuckled.
“You don’t get to do it yourself,” he said, an edge of authority to his voice. “I did this to you, and I’ll make sure you're okay before I go. Now, open your legs, or I’ll open them for you.”
Her eyes flashed with something between resistance and curiosity.
“Are you threatening me?” she asked, her voice almost playful.
“Yes. And you’re welcome to test me,” he replied, his lips curling into a half-smile.
“Maybe I will,” she murmured, but the temptation in her eyes was enough for him to know she would obey.
Their lips met again, this time slow, soft and slippery. His tongue danced with hers, while she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
As he deepened the kiss, his hand slid to her waist, drawing her against him .
She stared into his eyes and offered a shy smile that lit him up.
“You bought me chocolates,” she said, an eyebrow arching in slight disbelief. “Some would say that’s romantic.”
A low rumble of amusement echoed in his chest. “And melting them all over you…is that romantic?”
“Kinda.”
“You enjoyed it, though, didn’t you?” He ran his fingertips through her hair.
A soft flush of pink bloomed across her cheeks, and for a beat, her expression flickered.
“I’ll never be able to look at a cherry again without getting turned on,” she admitted with a soft laugh.
His chest tightened, something warm curling in his gut at the confession. The sound of her girlie giggle, light and genuine, was oddly comforting.
“Well then, love. Mission accomplished.” He grinned.
“Jamie, I don’t need presents. You shouldn’t buy me things,” she said, though he could see the conflict in her eyes.
Jamie’s hand moved to her hair, his thumb brushing the soft strands before tucking a lock behind her ear.
“They weren’t really presents, love,” he said. “But you have to admit...”
“Admit what?” She glanced at him, eyes still wary, but there was a flicker of curiosity beneath the surface.
“They got your engine fired up,” he teased, his knuckles skimming her jawline.
The touch was soft, affectionate, and it sent a visible shiver over her skin, making him smile even wider. “You trusted me, and we had fun together.”
After the way she came, he didn’t need to ask if she’d enjoyed herself again. But for some reason, he wanted reassurance, needed to know that, despite her walls, she’d let herself experience something filthy with him.
Shannon nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah, they did... It was certainly a unique experience.”
“A first?”
“Yeah.” Her voice softened, her pupils blowing wide as her expression revealed a mix of shyness and honesty. “The first time someone cared about making it… about me.”
Jamie’s heart thrummed in his chest, a beat of ownership taking him by surprise.
She didn’t know it, but in that moment, she gave him everything he didn’t know he needed to hear.
Which meant he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.
He pulled her closer, dragging her onto his chest. The steady thrum of her heartbeat matched his own, and something in him relaxed.
Shannon nestled her head against his chest. “So, what happens now?”
Jamie smiled, his fingertips tracing small circles on her back.
“Now, I gotta go,” he muttered.
Kissing the top of her head, he moved out from under her and climbed off the bed. “I have to be in Vegas for a meeting.”
He redressed and slid his favourite leather jacket on, running a hand through his messy hair before glancing back at her.
“I’ll think about those cherries, and the chocolate... and you,” he said, staring at her on the bed. “Until I see you again this Friday, love.”
Her gaze lingered on him as he moved toward the door, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes that made him think leaving so soon had crossed a line.
“Shannon? All good?” he asked again, though his voice had dropped a little.
She smiled, a faint sadness tugging at the corners of her lips as she hugged the pillow tighter to her chest. “All good, Jamie. We’re good.”
Her words should have been reassuring. But there was an unspoken weight in the air now, the kind that settled deep in his chest.