Jameson groaned, the vibrations ringing all over my body like an electrical current.
I wanted him everywhere, his hands on me, his cock nestled between my thighs. I always wanted this. As if he read my mind, he slid his hand down my chest and cupped my breast.
The room spun, my body feeling like it was disconnecting in the best way.
A low rumble left him, and he flattened his tongue at the base of my throat, dragging it up slowly, licking me like an animal marking my flesh. When he pulled back he looked down the length of my body. He pushed back inside of me and I cried out.
“That’s it,” he seemed to murmur to himself. “I can’t explain what you do to me. I can’t explain how you make me feel.” He pushed back in and pulled out. “You make me so hard. I’m so ready to fill you up.” He started thrusting a little faster, my pussy hugging his length, stretched around his girth. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. I was mindless with need.
He shifted positions, spread my legs wider, and he slid in deeper.
“Fuck,” he barked out that obscenity. “So tight. So good. Better than I imagined.” He said those things in rapid succession.
And then he started pushing into me and pulling out, swinging his hips and making me take all of him, giving me every single part of him, even the parts that weren’t connected.
He fucked me.
Made love to me.
Owned me.
I moved up and down on the bed, and he gripped my hip, keeping me in place as he fucked me. A gasp of pain and pleasure left me, filled me.
His expression was one of pure ecstasy. Droplets of sweat coated both of us, and the way our bodies moved together, that slickness adding sensuality to the motion, had me perilously close to another orgasm.
“So. Good. So good. Sogoodsogoodsogood.” He was saying that over and over again like a mantra, his square jaw tight, his focus trained on me. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat. He pushed into me harder than before and I opened my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure. “I’ll never get enough.” I swore it was like he snarled those words. “You’re mine.” He closed his eyes and groaned in a very male way.
And then he became a wild man, uninhibited, intense… free in his passion as he gave me all of it.
“Jameson,” I cried out as he sank in deep.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I need to be gentle--”
“No,” I moaned and bit my lip again. “Fuck me.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Lia.”
My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and I felt that feeling of intensity coil within me about to explode.
“Oh god. Yes. Yes... fuck yes.” He slid in and out of me, and when he pushed back in hard, burying his dick so far into me, I cried out as I came instantly. “Jesus Christ.” He filled me, his balls pressed to my ass, his entire body wracking above me.
He pumped his seed into me over and over again, filling me up, giving me the very essence of him as if he marked me from the inside out.
I felt like I was now his, even though I knew that wasn’t the case, not in the most elemental sense.
Before long we were both sated and he was pulling out of me and falling to the side. My head was dizzy from the pleasure and alcohol still thumping through my veins.
Before I could wonder what happens next, Jameson shifted to the side, curled his arm around my waist, and brought me close to him, chest to back.
I was drunk, not from the booze, but from the pleasure and the knowledge I’d just given myself to Jameson and he did the same in return.
Maybe tomorrow would be weird. Maybe we’d just built this wall up between us.
Or maybe--just maybe--things would still be okay in the morning.
I didn’t know the answers to those questions, but right now I couldn’t care because I had Jameson curled right up against me and nothing had felt better.
5
Jameson
Two days later: the goodbye
It would have been easy enough to let the other night that I shared with Lia consume me, make this moment awkward, ruin this goodbye. I refused to, though. And as I stared into her eyes, ones that would haunt me in my dreams for the next twelve months, I told myself I had to act like I was strong. I had to act like I had my shit together and leaving her wasn’t the single worst experience I had ever had in my life.