SIXTEEN - ROMAN
Jameson had no idea the restraint it took for me to push her away, but I needed her as far away from me as possible at the moment.
I’d already sent Leon a text asking him to send someone to keep an eye on her front door and to call me if anyone came or went.
Between shadowing James on her admin rounds, her attitude, and dealing with Chris—and I wasn’t even close to being done with that motherfucker yet—I felt like I’d lost the entire day doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
The thought alone of Chris’s hand on her ass—or anywhere else on her body—made my blood boil.
Clearly, he hadn’t gotten the memo that she was through with him.
Not that it mattered in the grand scheme of things—she was right.
She was a grown-ass woman allowed to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.
She was allowed to do things that made her feel good… even if they were with someone else.
Just not while I was still around. Once I was gone, she could do whatever she wanted to do.
Though I still should have killed him right there when I had the chance.
The only reason I backed off was out of respect for Leon.
It had nothing to do with my physical abilities and everything to do with keeping my current job.
Because if I fucked up and Jameson got rid of me, there wouldn’t be a soul around who would protect her like I could.
I didn’t know where the hell the day had gone, but by the time I’d made it back to my suite, it was already late afternoon, and I’d missed lunch.
After a quick shower to wash away the remnants of that asshole’s blood, I ordered myself some dinner from the guest kitchen—medium-rare cheeseburger loaded with lettuce, tomato, red onion, all the sauces they could offer, and a side of sweet potato fries.
Not the healthiest choice, but given my current circumstances, I needed a nice, heavy meal to make myself feel somewhat better about my situation.
For starters, I’d never been so frustrated with myself and my incredibly high sex drive as I had been as of late.
Normally, my need to breed wasn’t this uncontrollable.
It was even worse now having to be around James—the only female I’d found myself remotely attracted to, yet she was the last person I should want to touch.
Three. More. Days, I reminded myself. That was all I needed to do—make it through the next three days alongside her. Then, all of this would be a moot point. I could go back to pretending like she didn’t exist.
In the meantime, I tried watching TV as a distraction.
That didn’t work. I could have gone the porn and jack-off route, but I didn’t need Jameson getting a bill for some smut movie—like she needed anything else to hold over my head.
I thought about hitting the gym, but I needed to stay as close to James as possible, just in case.
I’d looked through enough spreadsheets with employee names it made my eyes cross.
As I lay in bed, the harder I tried to distract myself, the dirtier the thoughts of Jameson grew.
All I could see was the sparkle in her eyes and how the edges of her eyes creased when she laughed, how her perfectly plump lips framed them.
Which led me to wonder what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock—it’d been way too long.
The image of her down on her knees in front of me took over.
All I could visualize was her knelt in front of me, gripping my cock, guiding it into her mouth and sucking me off.
“Fuck,” I cursed out loud as my erection grew painfully and exponentially rock hard. “Cold shower it is,” I conceded.
I undressed and headed to the suite’s massive bathroom.
I turned on the shower, and water shot out of almost every surface from the ceiling to the walls—jets everywhere.
It was just what I needed to wash off the remnants from earlier and get her off my mind.
Plus, I had the bathroom all to myself, so hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to bust a nut I go.
Steam swirled around me as I stepped inside. I quickly washed my hair and scrubbed away the grime of the day. As I reached for the conditioner, the lights in the bathroom dimmed, causing me to take pause.
My heart pounded inside my chest at a beat barely sustainable for life. I was supposed to be the only one in my suite. Or so I thought.
I wiped away steam that had fogged up the glass, blocking my view.
“It’s just me,” a very familiar called out, barely audible over the running water.
James? The hell was she doing in my bathroom? “I’m kinda busy here.” I snatched the towel that I’d flung over the top of the shower wall and quickly wrapped it around my waist without even turning the water off. As I reached for the door, it swung open. “Jameson, the fuck?”
She stepped inside the shower, completely. fucking. naked, and pulled the door shut behind her. “I came over here to talk before we head out. I heard the water running. Figured I’d join you.”
I took a step back, my entire body practically trembling from head to toe at her invasion. I’d dealt with some very scary men in my lifetime; nothing compared to Jameson butt-ass naked within arm’s reach. “We can talk anywhere else but here and with your clothes on.”
My cock sprang back to life. The only thing that held it back was the towel that I had in a death grip.
“We could, but that doesn’t sound like as much fun.” She closed the space between us until my back was to the wall. The cold marble wall gave me a temporary jolt but quickly warmed up as hot water poured down on both of us from every angle.
Seeing Jameson’s smooth, naked body covered with water, watching it bead and drip down her shoulders and chest until it rolled off her pebbled nipples, had my cock as hard as it had ever been.
I sucked in a deep breath and tightened my grip on the towel as I waited for her next move.
There was no way in hell I was going to do anything but stand here like a fucking idiot.
“Maybe not as much fun,” I assured, “but definitely smarter.”
“Hmm.” That was all the noise she made. A fucking hmm.
She reached out and splayed her hands over my chest, then slid them down and gently pinched my nipples.
“Ah.” I flinched. “What are you doing? Have you been drinking?”
She smirked. “Nope. Just having…a little fun. Figured I’d take your advice and give myself an attitude adjustment.”
Fuck. I closed my eyes for a split second, trying to process what was going on. “This—we cannot—” My words cut off when I felt a hand on my cock through the towel. My eyes flew open. “James. Don—”
She reached up, placing her finger over my mouth to shoosh me.
Then, without warning, she peeled open the front of my towel, and my cock popped out from between the layers of the soaked cotton material.
I dropped my head back against the wall with a thunk as she wrapped her hands around me and slid her grip up and down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I hissed through my clenched jaw.
“Feels good, don’t it?” she purred.
“You know goddamned well it does. But why the fuck are you doing this to me?”
“Because I want to…?”
So much for my towel. It was useless, so I let it drop to my feet in a sopping, wet pile. She slowly pumped her hand from base to tip, occasionally rubbing her thumb over my head, which was now slick with precum.
“You need to stop while you’re ahead,” I warned her. “You’re playing with fire.” I wanted nothing more than to spin her around, bend her over the shower bench, and bury my cock inside of her pussy balls-deep, fucking her into oblivion. She had no idea the restraint it took me to not do any of that.
“Maybe I like the burn,” she countered back as she lowered herself to her knees on the shower floor.
Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her dripping wet hair. “What about your rules?”
“You forget, I make the rules; I can break them.”
I looked down and watched James’s next move.
Her tongue slinked out of her mouth, and she licked the precum that dripped from the tip of my cock.
I almost came on the spot. Then, she cut her eyes upward, looking at me through her jet-black eyelashes as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked me into her mouth.
“God damn,” I declared as I watched on. She had one hand wrapped around my shaft, pumping as she took me into her mouth as far as she could.
She moaned, sending vibrations from my dick to my shoulders.
Fuck it. If this was what she wanted, then who was I to not give it to her?
With a fistful of her hair, I tightened my grip and held her head in place as I started fucking her mouth.
I moved slowly at first, testing the waters.
When she didn’t bite my cock off, I went for it, pumping faster.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it. Take my cock like the good girl you are. ”
Her eyes closed tight, and I knew the power had shifted. She thought she’d come in here with all the control. Little did she know.
Her other hand joined the first one, and she jacked me off while I fucked her mouth. She enjoyed this just as much, if not more, than I did.
“Look at me,” I commanded. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“This what you wanted?” She barely nodded.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” She moaned in response, half closing her eyes.
“Fuck. Look at me.” I was close, and I was torn.
As amazing as this felt, I wanted to come in her cunt.
The thought alone sent me into a tailspin. “Suck harder.”
She did exactly as told, sealing a vacuum grip around my cock.
My balls tightened as my pending orgasm threatened.
I held her head in place and gave a few quick thrusts until the first release of cum came barreling through my cock and down her throat.
I slowed my pace but didn’t stop pumping.
Not until I was sure I’d dumped every pent-up drop of cum I had in me into her mouth.
Then, as my release slowed, I eased out of her mouth and released her hair from my grip.
I helped her to her feet. “You okay?” I asked her. Her face was flushed and eyes teary. “That was a lot. I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
She tipped her head back under the water and let it run into her mouth. Then she spit it out down the drain. “Don’t apologize,” she said in a soft tone. “I asked for it.”
She wasn’t wrong, but I still felt bad for some reason. Jameson was not some whore to use at my will, and I’d basically just treated her like one. Before I could say anything else, she turned and got out of the shower without saying another word.
I stood underneath the water for a few minutes, letting my guilt wash down the drain. “Fuck.” Every ounce of pleasure I’d felt left just as fast as I’d come. I never should have done that. I should have shoved her out when I had the chance.
Not wanting to waste any more time wallowing around in my own self-pity, I shut the water off, grabbed a dry towel out of the linen closet, and rushed out of the bathroom after her.
“James?” I called out for her as I made my way through the suite. “Shit.” It was too late. She’d already left.
Haphazardly, I tossed my clothes on and made a beeline after her, banking on her having gone back to her place across the hall.
“James?” My voice rang out as I knocked on her door. She didn’t respond, so I knocked again. “It’s me. Open up.”
I reached into my wallet to pull out my master key and realized it was gone. That little shit. She must have taken it with her. Just as I raised my hand to knock again, the door opened.
“Relax. I was changing.” Jameson casually strolled out of her apartment like she hadn’t sucked me off less than five minutes ago. “Here.” She shoved my missing key at me as she breezed by, heading down the hall toward the elevator.
“Don’t you think we need to talk?” I asked, stunned by her sudden change in demeanor.
“Nope. I got nothing to say. Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”
I pocketed my key and caught up with her. I threw my arm in front of her to block her. “James.” I searched her face for some kind of answer, but she refused to make eye contact. “Look at me. Please.”
“Can we just go? You want to do this; I do not.”
“Yeah, we can, but what the hell was that back there? You did not have to—”
She pushed me out of the way. “Didn’t have to what? Do that? I’m well aware of my obligations. Maybe that was just something I needed to get out of my system. You ever think of that?”
“Well, no. I don’t guess I have. But—”
“Then there really isn’t anything to talk about, is there.” She completely ignored my attempts to figure out what the hell had gotten into her. “You coming or not?” she asked, blocking the door that kept trying to close.
I didn’t say another word, and why should I have even tried? She clearly didn’t want to talk. I just shook my head and joined her. It wasn’t worth the argument…yet.