Page 28 of Embers of You (Amity #1)

Sutton

Some distant part of my mind recognizes I shouldn’t be doing this.

I know I’m already too far gone for this man, but there’s no way I’m stopping it either.

His words, that mouth. Oh God, that mouth.

It should be wrong to be that good looking and that skilled.

Maybe his dick will be small because the universe has to have something wrong with him.

Though, I’ve felt it through our clothes and it definitely did not feel small.

Maybe he’s a one pump chump. Either way, I’m about to find out because I’m so desperate to feel him inside me. I think I may actually combust if I don’t find out what it feels like to have him over me, filling me, groaning with pleasure.

I kiss him even harder at the thought, right before I’m dropped onto my back.

I squeal until I realize I’ve landed on my bed.

The gorgeous shirtless man currently kneeling on the edge pushes his rough, callused hands up my stomach, taking my shirt with them.

Normally I would be self conscious having a man touch me in my most vulnerable area, but with him I don’t mind it.

The way he’s looking at me with pure desire, whispering praises while looking like he wants to eat me alive.

He sheds me of my shirt and bra, but he’s still too clothed for me.

His muscled chest isn’t cut like a bodybuilder, he has a scattering of chest hair that’s soft as I reach out to run my fingers along his skin to feel him.

He’s hardened by work, not just the gym.

He’s the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on and he wants me.

I reach for his waistband, popping the button and unzipping them.

He backs up before I’m able to go further and I want to protest, but he’s pushing them all the way off, but leaving his black boxer briefs on.

I raise an eyebrow at him, as he climbs over me, balancing himself on his forearms next to my head, his confined erection poking into my stomach, and I squirm, wanting it lower.

I expect him to kiss me again, but he doesn’t.

He lingers, just barely out of reach. I run my hands along his chest, up to his neck, looping them there, arching up into him just slightly.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t stop,” I say softly.

“I did, but I’m giving you one last chance.”

Our lips graze, just barely. “If you’re going to fuck me, don’t be sweet and gentle about it.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. “Yes, ma’am.”

He dips down like he’s going to kiss me and his tongue flicks my bottom lip so softly I’m sure I imagined it.

Before I even realize what’s happening he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach.

His weight descends on my back, pushing me into the mattress and I’m only able to lift my head as his lips graze my ear.

“Stay just like this,” he commands darkly, and my core clenches at the demanding tone of his voice. It’s so different from how he usually is. The sweet, smiling, small town golden boy is not the man currently behind me.

This man is one that promises pleasure, one that’s sure to make my body sing and program me to crave more from him and only him.

So I listen to him and don’t move, even as I feel him lift off me.

The cool air hits my skin and I fight the shiver that wants to run through me. I feel so exposed like this.

The room is silent except for my rapid breaths and the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. I still hear the second Jameson’s underwear hits the floor, and the groan he lets out.

I sway my hips slightly, the friction from the soft blanket underneath me feels good. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t have a condom.” He sighs.

I freeze, looking at him over my shoulder and I go weak at what I see.

The naked man standing at the foot of my bed, his large hand wrapped around the impressive length jutting from his body, squeezing it while the look on his face is tortured, but soft as he looks at me.

I know if I tell him this ends now, he’ll accept it.

It doesn’t matter what he’s said in the heat of the moment, I can see how much he truly cares.

“I’m on birth control,” I squeak out. “I’ve never been with anyone bare.”

“Me either,” he rushes out. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. I know I probably shouldn’t. It’s irresponsible, but I’m too wet, too out of my mind, and too completely out of control for the man in front of me to let this end right now.

His eyes search mine for any hesitation, but I won’t let there be any. And when he climbs on the bed again, he pushes my body down with his, I feel his cock dig into my back, and I arch up against him.

He runs his lips along my shoulder gently, up my neck to my ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I turn my head, our lips less than an inch apart. “I can take it.”

He leans forward like he’s going to kiss me, but instead his hand tangles in my hair, and pushes my head down onto the mattress, as he angles himself at my entrance, teasing the tip through my wetness, coating himself before pushing in, just barely.

I gasp at the sudden stretch, already feeling like it may be too much; he’s even bigger than he seems as he’s pushing inside me.

“Yeah, you can,” he groans, pushing in fully and I cry out, the pain mixed with pleasure is so consuming my legs shake, and he stays there for a second, letting me adjust to his size.

When I start to move against him, he listens.

Removing his hand from my hair, moving back slightly, bringing my hips with him as I balance myself on weak knees.

He leans over me, kissing my shoulder softly. “I want you to remember how much I respect you, because with the way I’m about to fuck you I think you may forget.”

Turns out he wasn’t kidding because before I’m able to say anything in response he’s pulling back almost completely before slamming forward again.

He’s holding my hips so hard I’m sure I’m going to have bruises and I’m going to look at them as badges of honor.

Something left behind by the man that’s so sweet, and only ever treated me with respect, but is now fucking me like his life depends on it.

His moans mix with mine as he slams into me over and over, each time hitting that perfect spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

He pulls me back, my back flush with his front, one arm banded across my chest and the other around my stomach as he fucks up into me.

I drop my head back against his shoulder.

He’s hitting spots I didn’t even know existed in my own body, and I’m racing toward the edge of release so fast I feel like I can’t breathe.

The hand that’s on my stomach, dips down almost to where we’re connected as he rubs tight circles on my clit and I cry out, both trying to rub myself harder on his hand, and fuck myself on him.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby? Going to show me again how pretty you are when you come for me? Going to squeeze my dick even more in this sweet pussy?”

“Jameson, fuck,” I cry, grabbing his forearm, digging my nails into his skin as his words and the feeling of him overwhelm me completely. My orgasm slams into me, I’m grasping for anything to hold onto as my entire body shakes with pleasure.

He holds me still, while he fills me so completely and lets me ride out my release.

Once I come down, he’s lifting me off him and turning me around to face him.

I look down at his erection, shining with my release, the tip dripping, but it looks painfully hard, red, and angry and I know he hasn’t finished.

Before I’m able to comment on it, he’s lifting me up so I’m straddling his lap, and pushing inside me once again. We gasp against each other’s mouths, and I’m already so sensitive, the stretch doesn’t hurt like it did before, but his pelvis grazing my clit has me whimpering.

“I got to feel it, but didn’t see this pretty face when it happened, so I’m going to need you to give me another one.”

I shake my head. “Jameson, there’s no way.”

“Yeah, you can,” he insists, right before making it his singular mission to make me come more times in a row than I ever have.

He’s fucking up into me, guiding my hips to rub against his pelvis while his mouth moves against mine, tongue invading my mouth. The orgasm I was sure wouldn’t come is dancing just out of reach. I’m moaning, pleasure and frustration battling within me at the way he’s making me feel.

“Come on, baby. I’m close. I need you to give me one more.”

“I told you, I can’t,” I insist.

He grabs me with an arm around my back and slams me onto the bed, without leaving my body. He’s over me, his body weight pressing into me as he fucks me even harder, the new angle hitting exactly where I need for the release that’s been just out of reach to take over.

I’m lost in the sensation once again, and this time he groans above me, pushing in as far as he can go, swelling as he comes which only prolongs my own orgasm as he fills me. The room goes quiet as we come down, reality setting in slowly. I wait for the regret to hit, but it doesn’t.

Jameson moves off of me and I bite back the whimper at the loss of him from my body. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls on his briefs and walks out of the room. My mouth drops open in shock. I expected a little more from him than to just…leave.

I guess everything I was worried about was right.

It was all an act with him. The sweet guy, acting like he cared, wasn’t real.

I’ll give it to him, he’s good. He had me practically fooled.

The pang of disappointment is impossible to ignore.

The chill on my skin makes goosebumps appear and I pull the blanket over myself as I attempt to stand up.

My legs are weak, and it takes me a second before I feel steady enough to actually stand.

I’m about to try and find some clothes, shame starting to wash over me, when Jameson appears again, eyebrows furrowed. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting dressed,” I say as calmly as possible.

“Get back on the bed; I’m going to take care of you.”

I notice in his hand he has a washcloth and my jaw drops slightly. “Jameson, I really can’t handle anymore orgasms.”

He barks out a laugh. “You can, if I say you can, but no, baby, I’m talking about aftercare.”

I want to question him, but instead, I end up getting back on the bed, and Jameson does exactly what he said he’s going to.

He takes care of me. Cleaning between my legs so gently, bringing me water, and helping me into new clothes.

Just when I think he’s done and is going to leave, he climbs into my bed with me.

I turn back toward him, ready to argue, and he can see it on my face because he yanks me into him, my back pressed to his chest. “Don’t even try to argue with me, Sutton. Just lay with me for a minute.”

I bite back my smile even though he can’t see it as I let myself relax into him. I don’t expect to fall asleep, but surrounded by his warmth and completely sated, I can’t stop my eyelids from falling shut.

I feel like I barely dozed off when the noise of a phone going off has me shooting up. I realize Jameson is still here and it’s his phone. He grabs it quickly, answering, his voice groggy which tells me he fell asleep slightly too.

“Hello?” He’s quiet for a second, but immediately gets up and starts getting dressed. “I’ll be right there.”

I tighten the blankets around myself, feeling vulnerable. Maybe this is an excuse to leave, which is fine he doesn't owe me anything. He hangs up, pulls his shirt on, then cages me in with his arms on either side of my body, crowding me against the bed.

“It’s a recall, I have to go, but I don’t want you to think it’s because I want to.”

“Recall?” I squeak.

“They need some extra help, but I can come back.”

I shake my head. “No, no that’s okay. I’ll see you around.”

I don’t want to show the fear that’s caused inside me at whatever he’s being called in for needing extra people. It must be something pretty bad. But I’m not going to show it. It’s better if he goes now, gives me time to get my head back on straight.

“I’ll see you soon,” he insists, barely grazing his lips against mine. “And I’ll let you know when I’m back safe.”