Jameson (Face-Off 4)

He sticks the key into the lock and turns it, cupping my breast in his hand, as he pushes open the door. His hand travels beneath my shirt, his fingers connecting with my hardened nipple. Giving it a pinch, he drops the keys onto the entryway table and kicks the door closed with his foot.

Still massaging me, he uses his other hand to pull my back against his chest, dipping down to kiss my neck.

“Jamie,” I whisper, “take me into the bedroom.”

He does as I ask without another word and leads me by the hand, kissing me once we reach the room. His lips crash against mine, our tongues working together in harmony. I want Jamie to use his mouth to devour every inch of my body.

Working on the buttons of my shirt, he flips them open one at a time. I shake it off and let it fall to the floor, revealing a tight, black bra I shoved my breasts into, my flesh spilling out from the cups. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, my breasts springing free as the straps inch down my arms. Then, he removes my skirt, staring up at me with wide blue eyes, as he tugs it down my body. I step out of it, and he comes back up to my height.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Regan.” He makes eye contact with me for a few seconds before he bends down to suck on my nipple, taking it between his teeth and nibbling on it, while reaching up to massage the other breast.

Giving each of my breasts their fare share of time, Jamie finally kisses his way to my mouth. Once the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed, I fall backward onto the mattress, with Jamie collapsing on top of me. He moves my panties to the side and pushes his finger inside my wetness.

“Jamie,” I hiss against his lips. “You have no idea how much I missed you. Missed this.”

“Probably not as much as I’ve missed you,” he says, adding another finger and quickening his pace. “I want you to come for me.”

“Not a problem,” I moan, closing my eyes, my insides clamping down on his fingers. I rock my hips, my body trembling, as Jamie’s fingers push further, harder, and faster.

He leans down to kiss me on the mouth, his kisses creating a raging fire that burns within. Taking a chunk of his hair in my hand, I arch my hips once more, screaming his name as I come for him. With my juices coating his fingers, he raises them to his mouth to taste me, a sexy-as-fuck look in his eyes.

Jamie gets off the bed to peel off his shirt and throws it onto to floor behind him, followed by the rest of his clothes. He plucks a condom from his pocket, rips open the foil packet and gives me the hottest stare as he rolls the latex down his length.

Instead of crawling between my legs, like I had expected, he gets on the bed next to me and flips me over and onto my stomach. He positions himself behind me, gripping my hips so hard he could leave marks. Once he plunges inside me, I let out a scream, taking it as he fucks me harder and faster, with my face pressed into the mattress.

Apparently, he missed me a lot more than I had realized. Jamie hasn’t been this rough with me before. This feels more like breakup sex than anything. But I love every second of it. For all the times I get the more tender side of Jamie, I enjoy the rough, animalistic side to him as well.

Unraveling beneath him, I lose all control. Jamie owns my body right now. After I come again, Jamie pulls out and rolls me onto my back. In one swift motion, he throws my legs over his shoulder, the new position hurting more than before. He’s so deep inside me, I can feel every movement he makes, hitting all the right spots. At this point, he knows me so well that we’re connected, joined as one.

My body convulses, the grip I have on his dick like a vise. Muttering a bunch of incoherent nonsense, I come once more, consumed by the high Jamie has given me. After Jamie finishes, he collapses on top of me and kisses my lips, before rolling onto the mattress next to me. It takes a few minutes for us to get our bearings before either of us can formulate a decent thought. We smell of sweat and sex, his manly scent filling my nostrils.

I curl up into the nook between his arm and shoulder, resting my head on his chest. I missed him so much I don’t care that he’s sweaty, the salty taste practically on my tongue.

“You were so rough,” I say with a satisfied grin.

He sits up enough to stare into my eyes, a worried look in his. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not going to break. It felt amazing. You were incredible. It was worth every second of the wait.”

Jamie runs his fingers through my hair, touching my cheek with his hand. “We need to make a change. I can’t have you only once a week.”

“You can have me whenever you want.”

“So, we’re doing the whole three month anniversary thing.” His tone doesn’t indicate a question.

“Yup. We’re that weird couple that celebrates the day they met and stupid shit like that.”

“As long as you’re mine,” he speaks against my hair, “we can celebrate whatever you want. I just wish we had more time together.”

“Me, too,” I mutter.

“You could start spending nights at my place.” He sounds hopeful. “I want to fall asleep and wake up with you in my arms.”

“You want me to move in with you?” I try to hide my excitement.

“I haven’t given it much thought, but yeah, I guess so. We spend too much time apart. And I need to

see more of you. I miss you too much.”