Gasping around his thumb when Jamie presses his free hand on my stomach so I feel every inch of him, I do as he says. Giving me three hard and fast thrusts helps my nipples scrape against my bra. Then he slows to a pace that most definitely tortures him, but he knows it's what I need to orgasm.
Too much stimulation just distracts me from my task. I like to feel every drag of his cock inside of me as my walls begin to ripple and tug on him like he can't ever get close enough.
His hips swivel and his abs ripple. I don’t know where to look, but the longer I eye fuck his body, the faster my fingers rub my clit.
Needing more, I reach a touch further so the pads of my fingers thrust between my lips and warm my clit. The drag of my touch gives me the perfect friction while Jamie pulls my bra down with one free hand and plucks one needy nipple.
"Fuck, I'm gonna suck on these later. I'll mark them and maybe fuck them. Look at them," he growls, and I have no choice but to follow his instruction. Looking down, I watch my tits bounce. It's sexy watching my body as I flick my clit and hold Jamie in my pussy.
"Fucking look. Your nipples are practically aching for my tongue and these?" He pulls his thumb from my mouth to grab both of my boobs. Pushing them together, he groans. "These are begging for me to slip my slippery cock between them and fuck 'em like I do your tight cunt."
Oh wow. I'm a panting mess, the slick sounds of his cock dragging through my wetness a hot soundtrack to his imagination. Biting my lip, I can picture it. The way he would glide between my boobs and reach for my mouth.
Jamie's hips snap forward like he can't control himself. It pulls my focus, but it feels incredible. "And these," he hisses, plucking my lip from between my teeth, "would love for me to splash my cum all over them because they're slutty enough to take anything they'll get."
Gasping, I arch my back, but he quiets me by stuffing his thumb back in my mouth. Like it always is with Jamie, my orgasm climbs so fucking high I feel like my muscles won't ever relax again.
This time is like no other. Well, that's not true. Because this time, we lock eyes as my pussy convulses around his hard length after a few minutes of his patience and my intent to reach my highest peak.
"Mhmmm," he rumbles, then pulls his thumb from my mouth. "Now fucking scream, my love."
I do him one better. I scream his fucking name like he deserves. "JAMIE!"
Twenty-Seven
NATE
My skin feels tight, and no matter how I move or stretch, I can't get the feeling to go away. The loud hum of my miter saw doesn't help drown out my thoughts. I abandoned my whittling set a while ago once I realized I definitely did not need downtime to process all the shit that's happened the past few weeks.
Fucking hell, it's only been like two and a half weeks since we met Jamie. So much has thrown me for a loop I'm surprised I can still man my power tools without losing a damn finger.
I'm not being smart in allowing muscle memory to guide me as I cut materials, but I just can't seem to give work all of my focus. Scratchsmart; it's fucking dangerous.
Pissed with myself for being so irresponsible with my tools, I power down the saw and step away from my workbench. Unable to control myself, my feet take me to my phone.
Tapping the screen, disappointment fills me when I see Jamie hasn't responded to my messages. Plural. It's been two days since the disaster at the restaurant, and still he won't fucking answer me.
I'll never be able to wipe the complete despair on Violet's face from my mind. She was lost in so much sadness when she slipped into her fight-or-flight mode that I froze for a moment too long.
Maybe if I had reached for her hand or stood to hold her sooner, she wouldn't have slipped so far into her panic.
The fact that Ellis and I caused her to feel so horrible doesn't sit right with me. Fuck that. I feel like our actions are dragging me to hell, giving me constant heartburn with how much the organ stutters in sadness.
My fingernails dig into my palms as I replay our interactions with Violet. It's unfair to blame Ellis for all of it, but he does need to take accountability for his fucking behavior.
Speak of the devil. The heavy door opens and slams closed behind me, echoing through the garage.
"Hey, are you coming in for dinner?" Ellis asks, sounding a little confused. I saw his text telling me that the pork chops were ready, but I chose to ignore him.
"In a bit," I grunt out, not looking at him. I'm afraid if I do, I'll snap. He doesn't deserve my anger if he feels bad for what he said to Violet. What if he doesn't feel bad though?
"Nate?" Ellis sounds closer. "You alright?"
I don't have a second to breathe before his words hit me right in the gut, forcing me to spew out all of myfrustrations. Whipping around, I pierce him with a glare and my words. "Areyou?! Because I sure as hell am not after witnessing you trigger an innocent woman over and over again!"
Rearing back, Ellis looks like he might be sick. His brown eyes look hurt, almost sucking me in, but I stand firm because I'm furious.
Like a fucking asshole, he stands his ground too. Except his tone is much softer, sadder and genuinely sounds a little lost. "Violet isn't innocent..."
