19. Tempe

19

Tempe

Standing up, I step backward until my calves hit the bed, and I sink onto it. My palms find the comforter, and I scoot back until I’m in the center while Jameson stays where he is, watching me with his cock in his hand.

The full intensity of his focus is on me, and I’ve never felt as desired as I do when he strokes his hard cock.

A man everyone wants, but tonight, he’s mine.

I press my thighs together, and he immediately shakes his head.

“Spread your legs, Tempe. Let me see your pretty pussy drip.”

I slowly spread my knees open, dragging my hand over my stomach and walking my fingers down. My pussy aches with the need for him, and when I dip my fingers inside myself, Jameson’s jaw clenches.

“You have a lot of patience,” I say, pushing my fingers in deeper, watching him tighten his grip on his cock .

“Patience is a virtue.” His gaze meets mine. “And very effective.”

“How?”

“Because anticipation makes everything better.”

Jameson steps forward, reaching behind his back to strip off his T-shirt. Moonlight cascades over his chest, reflecting off the solid ripples of his muscles that draw a beautiful path to his perfectly chiseled abs. His arms are covered in ink, with the Twisted Kings patch prominent on his right shoulder.

Jameson strips off his pants next, and he’s an unholy sight.

A god to his men.

A blessing to women.

Mine for the night.

“Be a good girl and give me a taste.” He pauses at the foot of the bed, dropping a knee onto it.

I pull my fingers out, and he grabs my wrist, sucking them into his mouth and rolling his tongue over them.

“Such a sweet cunt.” He drags his tongue over my fingers once more before moving lower, tugging my hips and pulling my pussy to his face.

He dives between my legs, licking the full length of me before slowly circling my clit. My hands fly into his hair as he draws figure eights.

“Whiskey tastes better on you.” He grins, and I look down, realizing it spilled all the way down the front of me when he poured it into my mouth.

Jameson sucks on my clit, and my back arches .

“Yes.” My eyes seal shut, moaning when he does it again.

But right as I start to build, he pulls back, refusing me my release.

“Please don’t stop.” I thrash my head in irritation.

“No?” He nips at the inside of my thigh. “Why not?”

“I need it.” I dig my fingers into his scalp.

“How bad?” He brushes his tongue over my pussy, holding my hips to the bed when I try to lift them in search of friction. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please, Jameson.” I tip my head back as he teases my clit with his tongue. “Please let me come.”

“Better.” He drives his tongue inside me, his fingers flicking my clit as he fucks me with his mouth.

But right as I’m about to come again, he pulls back, pinning my hips to the bed.

“Fuck.” I slap my hands over my eyes, tipping my head back in frustration. “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you I’d teach you a lesson, wildfire. You need to learn it’s not smart to test a patient man. I could do this all night. Until your cunt makes a mess of my bed, and you’re begging me to put you out of your misery with my cock.” He drags his tongue over my pussy. “You might be wild, but I’ll enjoy the challenge of making you submit.”

“Please, Jameson.” I dig my fingers into his hair again.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he nips at the inside of one thigh then the other. He watches me as he slowly skates his tongue in, sucking my clit into his mouth and humming .

This time, he doesn’t let up. He makes artwork with his tongue. And when I finally reach the precipice, I come so hard my vision gets dark.

White noise fills my ears, and I’m floating.

Jameson lifts, bracing his hand on the bed for leverage. He pinches my nipple, and my body is so incredibly sensitive from my still-fading climax that it makes me scream. His nose moves down the side of my neck as he breathes me in. Moving his hand to my other breast, he pinches that nipple even harder.

“I warned you we shouldn’t do this.” He looks down at me writhing for him. “I’m no good for you.”

“You’re not all bad.”

“You sure about that?” Jameson reaches for my jaw, grazing his thumb across it as he tips my head back.

His fingers tighten as his hard cock puts pressure between my legs. I rock my hips along him, chasing that fear mixed with excitement.

His hips shift forward, teasing me like he’s going to push in before resisting and pulling back.

“Please.” I tip my head back when he continues to torture me.

“That’s a good girl, begging for my cock.” Jameson circles my clit with his thumb. “Open your legs, and let me see how much you want it.”

I widen my legs further, looking down as Jameson slides himself through my slickness. He coats his cock in my excitement, grazing up and down. But every time I lift my hips, he pulls away.

“Please, Jameson. ”

“What do you need, wildfire?”

“I need you to fuck me.” I grab his shoulders, and my nails dig in so hard I nearly break skin.

It draws light to Jameson’s eyes, and I watch him break beneath what he’s been resisting.

One moment.

He’s holding back, and then he’s thrusting in. A strong, brutal shift that kicks the air from my lungs. It might even stop my heart.

He fills me to the fullest.

“Fuck.” Jameson freezes when he bottoms out.

My legs curl, and I drag my nails down his chest. He’s larger than he looked, and my entire body aches with how I’m forced to stretch around him.

I tip my head back, and a tear slips out as I try to adjust, but Jameson reaches up and wipes it away.

“Look at me, wildfire.”

Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with his gaze. He’s settled between my legs, not moving while I adjust. Even as my pussy squeezes him, desperate for the friction, he waits for me.

Jameson brushes his lips over mine.

Gentle when he rarely is.

Sweet when I didn’t think it was possible.

A whiskey kiss that strikes a match to my heart.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I kiss him deeper, and he starts to move.

He tucks his arms under my knees to curl my legs up, driving himself to the center of my being as I chase what’s building with every roll of his hips. He buries his face in the side of my neck, kissing the path up and down it.

Maybe Jameson’s right—I’m a spark in the wind. Because my body is burning up with need as he forces me to take every hard inch.

Every bare inch.

“Jameson—” I pant, my eyes widening, “you’re not wearing a condom.”

“No, I’m not.” He lifts, pulling out almost all the way, watching where we connect as he slowly pushes back in. “I don’t have any at my house.”

“Why?”

This time, when he pulls almost all the way out, he pauses with just the tip inside me.

“Because I don’t fuck people here.” He thrusts in again.

But that’s exactly what he’s doing—fucking me here—in his bed.

Fucking me so hard I can barely breathe. Not stopping even if he’s aware of what he’s doing.

It’s reckless. Careless.

And I stupidly let him.

Jameson tilts his hips and finds a spot I didn’t know existed as he strikes me deeper. His cock pulses against it over and over. But right as I’m about to fall over the other side, he pulls out.

“No.” I grip the blanket in frustration. “I was about to come.”

“I know.” He smirks, grabbing my hips and spinning them in a windmill until I’m on all fours. He grabs my hips and thrusts in again, claiming me deeper from this angle .

“Are you going to try to stop me, wildfire?” He grabs my arms and pulls me up so I’m kneeling, forcing my back to arch. The stubble on his jaw scratches my neck when he kisses the path up it. “Or are you going to be a good girl and let me fill you with my cum?”

I already know my answer, and it’s terrifying.

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He reaches down and circles his finger over my clit. “You feel so good squeezing my cock. I think this pussy was made for me.”

Jameson claims my body like he runs his club.

With all of him.

He widens his knees so he can fuck me deeper, stretching his palm over my stomach. We become one, from our breath to our heartbeats.

Tipping my head back against his chest, I reach up and pull him in for a kiss. I need the intimacy, to feel like this man can be contained, even for just a minute. That in my hands, I can hold him in place and make him feel less infinite.

We’re expanding.

Becoming.

What ? I don’t know.

All I know is my core aches with his hard thrusts, and my skin burns with his rough kiss. My body splits like the start of a new moment in time.

I sink into the illusion that he isn’t just doing this to prove a point. That he wants me here for more than to get revenge for his club. That he’s fucking me for more than just a release .

Maybe he feels this too.

I drown in the illusion that his kiss is from the heart.

His tongue dips into my mouth, and I suck on it like I wanted to do with his cock, but he denied me.

A man with unmatched patience, yet relentless when he lets loose.

Jameson groans, spinning me back down onto the bed so he can claim me fully. He tilts my ass and strikes the nerves that have me seeing stars. His pelvis grinds against my clit with every thrust, and it’s almost too much for my body to handle.

“Fuck, Tempe. Give me that tight little cunt. Let me feel you come.”

My mouth opens as my climax hits, but sound doesn’t come out. My ears ring, and my body shakes with the most intense release to ever shudder through me.

“Such a good girl.”

His words.

His praise.

His touch.

Jameson shifts, and his body tenses as he curls his face into my neck. He fills me up just like he promised. Not considering the consequences.

I should care, but I don’t. I want him on me—inside me.

I’ve never let a man fuck me without a condom, but I want to hand everything to this one.

Maybe it’s his patch and the attention he demands.

Maybe I’m no better than anyone else in his life, taking what I know he’ll give.

Or maybe I’m na?ve enough to think this could be more.

Jameson lifts, looking down at me as he brushes my hair from my face. There’s something in his eyes I can’t quite read. Emotion from a man who so rarely shows it.

Pain from his past.

Pressure from his present.

Obligation from his patch.

Jameson needed the same thing I did tonight. To pretend nothing outside this room exists, and we gave into it.

He traces my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You break all my rules, Tempe. All my fucking rules.”

“You break mine too.”