Chapter 12 Jamie #2
Her lips crash into mine again, harder this time, and I meet her with the same fire. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her flush against my bare chest. The kiss turns feral in an instant—teeth nipping at her bottom lip, tongues battling for dominance as she moans into my mouth.
I taste the faint sweetness of the alcoholic punch on her breath, and it drives me wild. She’s gripping my shoulders now, nails digging in, and I growl low in my throat, backing her up against the car door.
The metal is cold through her thin shirt—my shirt, hanging loose on her frame—but she doesn’t seem to notice. Her body arches into mine, hips grinding instinctively, and I can feel the heat radiating from between her legs even through our clothes.
My cock twitches in my jeans, straining against the denim as I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding up to tangle in her blonde hair.
I tug gently at first, then harder, tilting her head back to expose her neck.
I break away just long enough to drag my lips down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Jamie,” she gasps, her voice breathy and needy. Her fingers claw at my back, and I press my thigh between her legs, feeling the mini skirt ride up as she rocks against me.
“You smell like cherries,” I murmur against her skin, inhaling deeply. “So fucking pretty like this.”
She shivers, and that’s all the invitation I need.
I spin her around, opening the back door of her Civic with one hand while keeping her pinned to me with the other.
The car is cramped, but it doesn’t matter.
I guide her inside first, sliding in after her and pulling the door shut.
The space feels intimate, charged, the leather seats cool against my skin as I settle her on my lap.
Her sneakers scuff the floor mat as she straddles me, the skirt hiking up to reveal the edge of her white panties.
I cup her face, kissing her again—savage, all-consuming—while my hands roam down her sides.
She whimpers when I grip her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through the fabric.
My fingers dip under the hem of the skirt, tracing the lace edge of her panties, and she’s already soaked.
Slick heat seeps through the thin material as I run my thumb along her folds.
“Fuck, Chloe,” I groan, breaking the kiss to watch her face. Her eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed, blonde hair tousled from my grip. “You’re dripping for me.”
She bites her lip, nodding as she grinds down on my hand.
I hook my fingers into the panties and yank.
The fabric tears with a sharp rip, exposing her completely.
She gasps, and her hips buck forward, seeking more.
I toss the ruined lace aside and slide two fingers inside her without warning.
She’s tight, velvety walls clenching around me, so wet that they glide in easily.
I curl them upward, stroking that spot that makes her cry out.
“Oh god, yes,” she pants, her hands fisting the collar of the shirt she’s wearing.
I pump my fingers slowly at first, building the rhythm, my thumb circling her clit.
Her juices coat my hand, slick and warm, and I add a third finger, stretching her.
She’s rocking now, chasing the pressure, her breaths coming in short bursts.
I lean in, capturing her mouth to muffle her moans, but I want to taste her everywhere.
“Lay back,” I command, my voice low and firm. She obeys, scooting onto the seat, her legs spreading wide. I kneel between them as best I can in the confined space, pushing her skirt up to her waist. Her pussy is glistening, pink and swollen, begging for my mouth. I don’t make her wait.
My tongue flattens against her, licking her entrance to her clit in one long stroke.
She tastes sweet, musky, and I groan against her as I devour her.
I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue while my fingers thrust back inside.
Her thighs tremble around my head, sneakers pressing into my shoulders, and she threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.
“Jamie... please...” Her voice is a whine, hips lifting off the seat.
I glance up, meeting her eyes. “You okay?”
She nods frantically, her chest heaving under the shirt. “More than okay. Don’t stop.”
I smirk and dive back in, alternating between sucking her clit and plunging my tongue inside her.
My free hand grips her thigh, holding her open as she writhes.
Her first orgasm hits fast—her walls fluttering around my fingers, a gush of wetness flooding my mouth as she cries out my name.
I don’t let up, licking her through it until she’s shaking, oversensitive but still grinding against my face.
When I finally pull back, my chin is slick with her arousal. She’s panting, eyes glazed, but I can see the hunger still burning there. I sit up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she reaches for my jeans, fumbling with the zipper.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, her voice husky.
“Yeah, in my wallet.” I fish it out of my back pocket, handing it over while she pops the button and tugs my jeans down just enough to free my cock. It’s rock hard, throbbing in the cool air, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her eyes widen, and she wraps her hand around me, stroking slowly.
I twist my fingers into her blonde hair, guiding her head down. “Suck it,” I say, not a request.
She doesn’t hesitate, her lips parting to take me in.
Her mouth is hot, wet, tongue swirling around the head as she bobs down.
I groan, tightening my grip on her hair, controlling the pace.
She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and the sight of her—blonde strands wrapped around my fist, my shirt slipping off one shoulder—is almost enough to make me lose it.
“That’s it, baby,” I mutter, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. “Just like that.”
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, but I pull her off before I get too close. “Enough.” I rip open the condom packet with my teeth and roll it on, the latex snug against my length. She climbs back onto my lap, straddling me, her slick pussy hovering just above my cock.
I grip her hips, positioning her. “Breathe for me, Chloe.”
She inhales sharply as I guide her down, the head of my cock breaching her entrance. She’s so tight, so wet, that I slide in inch by inch, her walls stretching around me. She whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re so fucking big... oh god, this feels good.”
I bottom out inside her, both of us groaning at the fullness. She’s clenching around me, and I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust. “Good girl,” I praise, my hands sliding up under the shirt to cup her breasts through the bra. “Ride me now.”
She starts moving, tentative at first, lifting and dropping her hips.
I pull the shirt up and over her head in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor.
Her white bra is next—I yank the cups down, exposing her nipples, hard and pink.
Leaning in, I latch onto one, sucking hard while my teeth graze the peak.
“Ah! Jamie!” She writhes, her pace quickening as she bounces on my cock. I bite down lightly, then soothe with my tongue, switching to the other nipple. Her breasts are perfect, soft and full, and I knead them roughly, pinching the buds between my fingers.
She’s fucking me harder now, the car rocking with our rhythm.
The windows are fogging up, the air thick with the scent of sex and cherries.
I spank her ass—once, twice— the sharp slaps echoing in the confined space.
Her skin reddens under my palm, and she yelps, but it only makes her grind down deeper.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice rough as I thrust up to meet her.
“Yes... harder,” she begs, her blonde hair swinging with each bounce.
I oblige, spanking her again while I suck a fresh mark onto her chest, right above her breast. Biting down on the swell of flesh, I feel her shatter—her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as her second orgasm rips through her. She screams, head thrown back, body convulsing.
But I’m not done. I flip us carefully in the tight space, laying her on her back across the seat with her legs wrapped around my waist. I drive into her relentlessly, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her.
“Come for me again,” I demand, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other thumbing her clit.
She does, almost immediately—whimpering, thrashing as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her juices soak us both, making every thrust slick and obscene. I slow down just enough to edge her, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, controlling her highs.
“Jamie... please... I can’t...” She’s babbling now, tears in her eyes, but her hips still chase mine.
“You can,” I growl, releasing her wrists to grip her thigh, hitching it higher. “One more. Milk my cock with that pretty pussy.”
I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the car.
She comes a third time, harder than before, her walls pulsing rhythmically around me.
It’s intense, her body arching off the seat, nails raking down my back.
I bite her shoulder, marking her as mine, while I chase my own release, but I hold back, drawing it out.
She’s trembling, spent, but then her hands cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. She tugs hard, pulling me down for a messy kiss.
“Come for me, Jamie,” she whispers against my lips, her voice raw and commanding.
That’s it. I lose control, thrusting deep one last time as I explode inside her, the condom catching every pulse. Pleasure surges through me, white-hot, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name. We ride it out together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
When it’s over, I collapse half on top of her, both of us breathing raggedly. The campus outside is still quiet, the night air seeping in through the cracks. I lift my head, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looks wrecked—gorgeous, flushed, with bite marks blooming on her skin.
“You okay?” I ask softly, echoing my earlier question.
She smiles, tracing a finger down my chest. “More than okay. That was... incredible.”
I kiss her forehead, lingering there.
Miles is going to kill me.