23. Sam #2
“Yes,” I tell him, my skin tingling everywhere his eyes are touching me.
My heart thunders in my chest as I arch into him, my bare breasts rubbing against his shirt.
His hands leave me again, only to take off his own t-shirt next.
Needing more of him, I use my legs to help push his pants down over his hips.
His body comes down on mine again and we’re skin to skin. His body is on fire and my hands roam everywhere over the taut, muscular skin. Jameson kisses turn slow, his lips brushing mine. “I love you, Sam.”
My fingers brush through his hair and our eyes lock. “I love you too.”
“I don’t want you to be worried about me.
When I race, I’m untouchable. I can also stop whenever I want to.
Get it out of your head that this is like the movies and they own me.
I’ve done good and I’ve earned respect on the track.
My reputation is solid. No one is looking at me for trouble; Romeo runs a smooth operation. ”
I swallow the emotion clogging my throat, my body hugging his tighter from underneath him. “I only want you to be safe because I love you. And Dylan loves you.”
His forehead drops to my chest and he places a kiss above my heart. “I’m the luckiest man alive to own that part of you. I love you so much, Pretty Girl. I’ll never leave either of you. You’re mine.”
“Prove it,” I challenge him, loving the spark in his eyes and rotating my hips until he can feel how hot and wet I am for him.
“Oh Sammy, I love a good challenge.” Jameson groans, his hand moving between our bodies, squeezing my breast, before pulling my nipple between his lips and biting gently. My body bucks up into him and we both moan from the contact.
He continues trailing kisses down my body, licking as he goes and spreading my legs apart.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs seconds before his lips brush over my clit.
My back bows off the bed and my hand immediately dives into his hair.
His tongue glides up and down, teasing me until finally slipping through my folds.
“Oh Kane, that feels so good.” I moan loudly, my thighs tightening around him.
His hands grasp my thighs and pull them over his shoulders for better access, his mouth lapping, sucking and licking until I’m writhing against his face.
With my free hand, my fingers dig into the bed, clawing at the sheets with desperation.
My body is strung tight, my orgasm like a storm brewing and ready to crest.
“Let go, Sam. I need you to get there.” He groans, his tongue delving deeper, swirling inside until I’m breathless.
“Please,” I plead, grinding against him now, so close.
He licks up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue over and over. Only when he sucks it into his mouth, do I let go, coming hard. Jameson holds me down, continuing to lick and taste me through it. My vision blurs and my heart is ready to leap out of my chest.
Jameson brings his body back over mine, kissing across my hips, my stomach and my breasts before rolling me onto my front. I gasp when his hands dig into my waist, pulling me up onto my knees.
“Jameson.”
He positions himself at my entrance, slowly sliding inside, my body adjusting to take him. “You feel perfect, Sam. So tight.”
His hips move, slowly at first, the friction building with each stroke. Our skin slaps together and I arch my back taking him deeper.
“Oh fuck.” He groans, his thrusts pick up speed, pumping harder.
One of his hands anchors my waist while the other runs over my back, leaving heated fire in its wake.
I feel when he slips his hand around my front, his fingers gliding over my clit.
“Sam,” he grates out. “Give me another one. I need to feel you come with me.”
“Harder.” I moan, my head falling to the bed, pushing my hips back into him, meeting him as he slams into me. My core constricts with every movement. There's a slight flare of pain, but it builds like fire and I know I’m getting close again.
His fingers roll and pinch my clit and the extra stimulation has my orgasm coming fast. My thighs tighten and my inner muscles clamp down.
“Jameson!” I scream his name as my orgasm rocks my body for a second time.
“Shit, Pretty Girl you’re sucking me deeper.” He growls, his body bending over mine, his cock growing and pulsing with each stroke until he slams into me one more time, stilling and pouring his release into me.
Jameson falls onto his side, taking me with him. Our hearts beat wildly against each other while my body trembles. His mouth glides up my neck. “You’re amazing, Sam. What you just gave me…I fucking love you.”
I twist my head and lift my chin, kissing his lips gently, reverently. “I love you too, Kane.”
His hands thread through my hair and he rubs my scalp, lulling me into relaxation.
Not until our bodies cool do we bother to get up and clean up.
I’m exhausted, my body and my mind finally at peace.
Instead of taking me back to his place, Jameson situates us back under my covers and pulls my body over his.
He sends a text to Johnny telling him we’ll be home in the morning before Dylan wakes.
I fall asleep with a smile on my lips, feeling cherished once more.