I swallowed. “I want you to take the lead.”
He nodded, leaning down and kissing me so thoroughly that for a while, I forgot all about the pain I was about to feel.
When he sat back up, his hands left me and moved to his belt. Watching him unbuckle himself and pull the leather out of the loops was surprisingly erotic. I traced those forearm veins and palmed his erection, squeezing it through the thick fabric of his jeans. Then he took charge again, gripping me by the wrists and pinning them above my head.
“Don’t tease me, Ivy,” he said gruffly into my ear. “You can’t touch me until I make you come.” He disappeared beneath my skirt, and I marveled at how damn delighted I was with him bossing me around.
He pressed his lips against my underwear, and I grabbed at the edges of my skirt, bunching it at my waist so that I could see his head between my legs. I moaned at the sight.
“You smell so fucking good,” he grunted, rubbing his nose, his entire face against me. He pushed the fabric aside and plunged his tongue through my folds. I yelped, not because I hadn’t experienced this before with Jack, but because I could tell Jamie meant it when he said he wanted me for dinner. He pulled my underwear off and ate me, sucked every part of me, lifting me up at one point and finding my ass and licking there as well. I was being consumed, every part of me savored, and as my orgasm crested, I managed to hold on to one thought.
I never want him to stop.
He didn’t stop for another five minutes, but then his face was above me again, and I must have looked at him reverently, because he grinned in this boyish, self-satisfied way. Then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Take my dick out of my pants.”
I groaned. I needed to hear him say that word again. The voice that tormented and seduced me was made to utter dirty things.
My fingers reached for the button of his jeans, and I struggled with it for a moment, but he waited for me patiently. I unzipped him. He lifted his hips, and I pushed the jeans and his boxer briefs down to his muscular thighs.
And there it was. Huge, hard, straight, and lined with angry-looking veins.
I gripped his cock, giving the silky flesh as few leisurely strokes. Jamie moaned, dropping his head back. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, but I couldn’t reach him with the way he was straddling me. When I tried to adjust my position, he shook his head. “Keep stroking it with your hand.”
I stopped my movement. “Stroke what?”
His gaze narrowed even as the right corner of his lips ticked up. “My cock.”
The words travelled right down to my clit. As I kept going, his moans were throaty and perfect and set everything inside of me on fire.
Then his forehead scrunched up, and he pulled my hand away. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he ripped it off in one swift move, leaving his glorious chest and abs and shoulders on display. I licked my lips, trying to catalogue everything I was seeing for later, because I knew I’d be revisiting this torso and the man attached to it in my imagination over and over again. He pressed down on me again, his weight deliciously heavy, and straightened his legs to kick off his pants.
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he said, moving one hand to my breast and using the other to pin my wrists above my head.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I kept thinking of what it would feel like to be inside of you. To feel your perfect little pussy pulse around my dick when you came. I wondered how you’d writhe and move beneath me. If you’d like it rough or if you’d want me to be gentle and slow. If you’d like it if I pulled out and came all over your beautiful tits. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but I couldn’t stop.”
I moaned and rolled my hips against him, wild with desire. His erection was pressed above my pubic bone, hot and ready. “Let’s find out. Let’s find out all those things.”
He kissed me again before reaching over for his discarded jeans and fishing out a condom from one of the pockets. I watched as he rolled it on, and that fear gripped me again. Oh God. Should I tell him? If I didn’t, and he found out in about fifteen seconds…
But then his clear gray eyes pierced through me, and the fear lifted. I looked at the moon shining above us and the lights, and then I looked back at him and smiled.
He smiled back—this unbelievably sexy curve to his lips—lowered himself onto his forearms, and pressed against my entrance with the tip of his cock.
I clamped my eyes shut on instinct, ready for the searing pain my friends had warned me about.“It’s like being torn in two,” Zoey had said. “Just breathe through it until the stinging stops,” Sophie had advised.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jamie said brokenly into my neck. “My fucking God.”
He pushed and pushed and then stopped. I was filled, stretched from the inside out,whole. But where was the pain?
My eyes snapped open. He pulled out and thrust back in, just once. I dug my nails into the flesh of his hand, the one that was still holding my wrists down, as my brain swiftly caught up to the fact that he was moving inside of me.
I squeezed my pelvic muscles and felt the length of him inside. He wasdefinitelyin.
This didn’t make any sense. I squeezed around him again, and this earned me a strangled groan. “Is everything okay?” he asked, probably noticing how my body had gone stiff. He raised himself on his elbows to search my face for a clue as to what the hell was going on.
Feeling foolish, I nodded. “Yes. Everything is perfect.”
