He nods, making eye contact with me. “You know I do, sweetheart.”
I smile at his term of endearment. I shimmy upward and see his head lift off the pillows, but it isn’t necessary. I hover above him, giving him all the access he needs to lick me up and down. “Fuck, Jameson, just like that.” I throw my head back, as he repeats the action. I spread my lips for him, and he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. My orgasm that was building explodes as I almost lose consciousness. I feel weak as the last of my climax ebbs while I’m still shamelessly riding his face. My hips ease their bucking and I feel satiated. I took what I needed, and I am unapologetic for it.
As I still my movements, I feel him smile underneath me. “What are you smiling about, Jameson?” I chuckle at him, knowing how self-assured he is in the fact that he got me off—and what an orgasm it was. I shake my head as I lift off him.
With a smirk he says, “And no hands, huh?”
My cheeks are flushed, and the smile on his face is enough to knock the wind out of me.
God, he’s so beautiful.
I move down where his long length is there for the taking. “Let’s see if you’re still smiling after I suck your soul through your cock.”
Chapter Seven
JAMESON
“Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye
Iwent home feeling worse than when I left for the club. My spirits were lifted at the prospect of a good night to get my mind off things with Emma and Eduardo. I guess I achieved that because I had a good time and my mind is no longer fixated on my previous dilemma.
Except now it’s onto something—or rather someone—else.
I realize the girl I want to see again is gone, and I may never see her again. She’s fucked-up, and I’m just as fucked because I didn’t want to let her go, but she makes that choice for me. She wouldn’t even let me really touch her, and I wonder if there’s a specific reason why she doesn’t allow comfort or touch from her partner. Except that I am not her partner. I am nothing to her.
That’s precisely what I felt after we left the room. I asked Eve if she wanted to go to the bar. She looked at me and said she needed to go to the bathroom. I knew from the look in her eye that she wasn’t coming back, but still, I nodded and went to the bar to order myself a drink and a bourbon for her, hoping I was wrong.
Fifteen minutes passed, and I sat, staring in the direction she’d left in. Just as she rounded the corner, I stood there watching her. She paused, looking back, and smiled at me. It was a smile that said good to have known you. Maybe even held some regret.
Still, I waited. I finished her drink and left an hour later without knowing who that girl was or if I would ever see her again. It’s unbelievable how, just a few hours ago, I was upset that Emma was with Eduardo. Although I didn’t feel the connection I had with Eve, that raw chemistry I thought only existed in movies, I still felt this longing to protect Emma. I cared for her in a way that I can’t explain. I was drawn to her, but I felt nothing that night at the beach on Padre Island during spring break when we kissed.
The kiss I had with Eve was brutal in every aspect it could be. The punishing ease with which she kissed me and took what she wanted from me was unapologetically damning to my psyche. She owned me. The brutal way she sucked my cock was the best head I have ever received, and the way she licked me all over and pulled my balls while doing it, placing each one in her mouth and kissing the area in between made me see stars.
I rub my aching cock as I remember how good it felt. How good she felt. The worst was the way she brutally dismissed me after. I thought she might change her mind when she turned around, hoping and praying to a god that wouldn’t deliver. I was wrong.
I finally fall into a restless sleep, dreaming of being pulled beneath the water and carried under by punishing emerald-colored twisting tides.
Waking up to my alarm going off the following day, I hit the snooze button several times before finally rolling out of bed. I flip the light on in the bathroom almost on auto-pilot with my mundane morning routine. I turn the water on to shower, I brush my teeth at the sink as the steam lingers in the small space. I rub the condensation off the mirror and drop my toothbrush into the sink.
“What the fuck,” I mumble through a mouth full of toothpaste. I move my head from side to side and see the bite marks on my neck and shoulders as I turn left and right to get a better visual of the damage that little vixen inflicted.
I hang my head back, staring at the ceiling as celestial visions of the night pass in a flurry of moving pictures. Snapshots flick through of her riding my face while I remained restrained, the way she went down on me, and the way she left me there as if it was just another night at the sex club.
I guess that’s all it was to her, and I need to put it out of my mind, move on, and start dating—no more random hookups.
I see how happy my buddy Dax is with his woman Liv, and I want the same. He wouldn’t have dared turn down a boy’s night out, but now that he is in a committed relationship, he won’t even chance it. He almost lost Liv but was given a second chance. If I ever get a second chance with Eve, I won’t hesitate to hold on and fight for it tooth and nail.
Arriving at work, I try to concentrate on my tasks with a renewed purpose. The day passes surprisingly fast, and by the time Iknow it, it’s lunchtime—my favorite part of the day because it means my work day is half over. Now, what the fuck do I eat for lunch?
My finger rests on my forehead as I scroll through my phone in search of some nourishment. Just as I decide to grab a sandwich for lunch, Eric pops his head in my office.
“Hey. I was in the area and thought maybe you’d like to grab some lunch with me?”
I laugh. “Sure. I was just scrolling through for some delivery, but I’ll go with you. What were you thinking?” I try to sway his choice to what I wanted to eat before he got here. “Maybe a smoked meats sandwich or something like that?”
He snaps his fingers. “Oh, yeah. How about Schwartz’s deli?”
I pretend to think about it, but hell yeah that’s exactly where I wanted to go. “I could go for that.” I downplay my excitement before grabbing my wallet and following Eric out of the office.
