“Fuck.” He groaned against my neck. His mouth was back on mine in an instant, his hands on my ass as he squeezed the mounds as if he couldn’t control himself.
And then in a move so fast I didn’t even have time to prepare for it, Jameson was off the couch with me in his arms. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He didn’t tell me where he was going, but it didn’t take a genius to know he was taking us to the bedroom.
And I'd never anticipated anything more.
Once in the room I was vaguely aware of Jameson shutting the door with his foot, the slam of that wood sealing us in seeming to barely pierce the fog of arousal drowning me in the best way.
“I want you. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Yes,” I found myself murmuring against his lips, then tilted my head and deepened the kiss, needing more… so much more. I wanted to be flat on the bed, wanted Jameson over me, his much bigger body covering me, pressing me down on that mattress. My mind was pleasantly fuzzy from the liquor, but even more so because of my desire.
I stroked my tongue along his, tasting the alcohol he’d also consumed, a little voice in the back of my head telling me I needed to think this through more.
I shut that inner door just as hard as Jameson had shut his bedroom door.
We were both pleasantly, vertically naked, and the feel of all his hot, hard flesh pressed against mine, of the wet slickness of his cockhead against my belly, his pre-cum smearing into my flesh, had me moaning.
“Mine,” he groaned, but the word was so low I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“I’m burning alive,” I found myself saying.
“We can both go up in flames then, baby,” he responded and kissed me with more fervor.
And then my back met the mattress and Jameson was right on top of me, splitting my thighs wide, settling between them, and letting me feel that hard length that would soon be buried deep in my body.
4
Lia
“Jameson,” I groaned his name, my mouth at the crook of his neck, both of us breathing hard.
“I want this to last.” His voice was muffled, his warm, humid breath skating along my body and sending shivers up and down my arms. “But I’m so far over the edge I’m afraid this’ll be over with before we really begin.”
The fact he was that worked up turned me on even more. I found myself lifting my hips a bit more, my slick sex rubbing against his rigid cock. He hissed and turned his head so he could kiss me, and for long, drugging seconds that's all we did.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, steadying myself for what was about to come, for what I really wanted to happen. I was done waiting. I’d felt like I’d been holding my breath for this experience for so long that I’d die if it didn’t happen now.
Jameson broke away and lifted his head up slightly, only enough that I could see his eyes were closed, his jaw was set tight, and he bit his lower lip as he pressed his hips further into the cradle of mine. The simple motion brought the very male part of him to the very female part of me, and now it was my turn to hiss at the contact.
“God, Lia.” He swallowed as if he couldn't get the rest of the words out. “You’re so wet for me.”
I could only nod. I was soaked, my wetness coating my inner thighs embarrassingly so.
He moved his fingers on the outside of my thigh, curled the digits under my knee, then pulled my leg out at the same time he moved back a little more. I held my breath as I watched him lower his eyes to the spot he spread wide, and he revealed my pussy in the dim lighting of the room.
The air left him almost violently. “God. Fuck… Lia.” He snapped his eyes back to my face. “You’re perfect.” Those last two words were so low I almost couldn’t make them out.
Jameson sat back on his knees, still holding me open. I braced my other foot on the bed, splitting my thighs open even wider, to which he groaned and closed his eyes for a second. I watched his nostrils flare slightly as he inhaled, then this rumble left him.
“You smell incredible.”
“Kiss me,” I begged and he growled right before he pressed his chest to mine again and our mouths crashed together in a tangle of lips and teeth.
He ground his cock against me. I writhed underneath him.
“Be with me.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate.
I shifted and as if our bodies were magnets and hungry for this just as much as we were, his cockhead aligned perfectly with my opening. He stilled and gnashed his teeth together. His eyes grew hooded as he stared at me, and the blue color of his irises seemed to glow.