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TAYLOR SWIFT

“Y our place or mine?”

I blinked at Jamie as if he was speaking another language. Did he really just ask that question? Did I black out after dinner? Was I dreaming?

“Shit.” His exclamation made me blink again and pulled me from my thoughts. Oh no, was he going back on his invitation? “I’m being presumptuous again.”

“Jamie, if you don’t have sex with me tonight, after all of this mind-boggling teasing, I will absolutely explode.” The words fell out of my mouth in one tumultuous breath. It was now his turn to gape at me for a moment before a slow grin curled the edges of his mouth.

“ Fuck, that’s hot. ” He muttered to himself as he started up his truck. Clearing his throat, he fully addressed me. “Does your place work? I’m good with whatever.” He cringed as he put his truck into drive. “I told you I’m no good at this, okay? Fuck. I don’t even know where I’m going.”

His sudden and overwhelming juvenile-like fluster made me erupt into a giggle. Jamie’s blue eyes glanced in my direction quickly before his shoulders bounced with his awkward mirth. The sexual tension was still palatable in the air, but the laughter cleared a bit of the humidity that was certainly stemming solely from my thighs.

“Go straight. Take the next left. Then right at the light.” I offered in between my chuckles. It was such a wonder to see him much more relaxed. The man had the ability to be goofy and fun. He took the whole Sillys dancing thing too seriously. Which was the one thing you couldn’t do in the ELB. The point of it was to just play and have fun. The crowds fed off that. Hell, they were feral for it.

I offered up the final few directions which left a few miles ahead of us with no turns. My breathing was shallow, excited for what was to come. In the bedroom would he be as timid and shy as he was outside of his icy demeanor? Or would he be firm and intense as he was behind home plate in the majors? Or perhaps…a bit of both ?

Jamie’s strong hand found my thigh. A wildfire wreaked havoc throughout my body from the simple touch. I chanced a glance at him only to find his heated gaze reflecting mine. A car’s horn sounded. Jamie cursed under his breath, turning his eyes back to the road. But his hand lingered. I focused solely on the feel of it against my thigh. Anything to keep me grounded to this moment instead of floating away.

His big truck found its way into a visitor’s spot at my apartment complex. His hand only moved from my thigh to put the vehicle into park. My hands gripped my purse to stop them from shaking. I was so distracted with getting my breathing under control that I was oblivious to Jamie jumping out of his truck to race around to open my passenger side door .

He reached a hand up to help me down from his lifted truck. There was an ulterior motive for his chivalrous move. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, he pressed my body against the panel of the crew cab. There was no time to even suck in a breath of surprise before his mouth was breathing new life into mine.

There was no denying the searing heat between us this time. My arms tangled around his neck as his hands gripped ahold of my sides and assumed a position very much like the one in the locker room. Only without my legs hooked around his waist. The next time I attempted that feat, there wasn’t going to be a lick of clothing between us.

We needed to get inside, stat. It was late enough that there probably wouldn’t be questioning eyes. But I didn’t exactly want to be the scandal on the front page of the sports tabloids. If that even existed.

“You were saying something about being horizontal earlier…?” I managed to gasp out as his mouth worked its way down my neck. My pulse was a riot of rhythm beneath his lips. Jamie swore hotly under his breath.

“I got distracted. Stop being so goddamn tempting.” Pulling away, he grasped onto my hand. “Please don’t tell me it's a far walk. I’m this close to throwing you over my shoulder and making a run for it.”

My brow cocked at him as my cheeks flushed with heat. For some reason, I couldn’t get it through my head that the man was desperate to have me. Me. Out of all the billions of people on this planet, the guy I had a crush on actually, maybe, felt the same way .

I put a pin in the being “thrown over the shoulder” thing for later. My other boyfriends had been scrawny. They could barely give me a piggyback ride without exerting a lot of effort. Jamie could throw me over his shoulder without breaking a sweat.

Pulling on his hand, I led him in the direction of my building. It was only about fifty or so feet away from my parking space and up a flight of stairs. It wasn’t far. But when your arms were full of groceries or you were leading the man that you hoped would fuck your brains out, it was like walking across the Tunisian desert in the dead of summer.

It was an arduous walk, awkward almost. But since that was the overall theme of the evening, it was rather fitting. I wanted to get behind closed doors as soon as possible. Because I wasn’t sure either of us could stand starting up something just to stop it. Again.

Unlocking the door to my apartment, I tossed my bag and keys to the slim entry table I used as a drop zone. Neither of us waited long enough to see if they hit the table. As soon as the door latched shut, Jamie had me pressed against the wall for yet another searing kiss.

For some mind-blowing reason, the kisses had only gotten hotter. Maybe it was because all of the uneasy pretenses were out of our system since we’d come clean to each other. Or maybe it was because we were finally and officially in complete privacy.

Pulling his signature move yet again, Jamie shoved my body up the wall to cup his hands under my ass before coaxing my legs to hook around his waist. He couldn’t help but cop an appreciative feel of my body as he did so. I needed to be dragged to my bedroom and stripped. Immediately.

“Bedroom?” It was as if Jamie could read my mind.

“Second door on the right.” I managed to mumble against his lips mid-kiss.

Adjusting his hold on me, he pulled us away from the wall. Blindly gaining his footing, he juggled me in his arms as he set foot in the right direction. Despite his earlier sobriety check, maneuvering an arm-full of me made him clumsy.

He took out my thigh with the corner of the entry table before jamming my side into the awkward bar top that stuck out from the half wall in my kitchen. I swore under my breath from the jarring pain but cracked up in laughter. We ended up knocking my one living room chair askew before he finally managed his way into my bedroom with both of us in a fit of laughter. It was amazing to hear him laugh so freely.

“Maybe you aren’t as sober as you thought.” I snickered, jabbing at him playfully for his earlier exploits of maneuvering around blindly.

“It's a lot harder to walk when you have someone hanging onto you like a spider monkey.” Jamie groaned against my bottom lip. His hands adjusted their hold on my hips so he could press his hard bulge right into the junction of my thighs. I couldn’t help the visceral moan out of my mouth as he did so.

“Please tell me you’re not going to quote Twilight now.”

I gave him a wicked grin as he tossed me onto the bed with a soft bounce. Jamie huffed out a perturbed laugh as he whipped off his ball cap and shirt in one go. Seeing him shirtless in front of me was as if someone turned my AC unit to the temperature of the fires of hell. The sheer vision of him topless made me woozy.

The sculpted V of his hip bones was like a neon sign pointing straight to the hard lump in his dark wash jeans. I had to move my tongue around the inside of my mouth to stop myself from drooling out of the corner of it. He was only half naked but what a fucking goddamn vision .

His piercing blue eyes undressed me as if he was slowly going over every possible outcome of how this night would progress. If it didn’t end in at least two sessions and a few Os, I was going to be completely ruined by this whole fantasy I already had in my head. The man looked like he enjoyed a challenge.

Kicking my shoes off, I managed to prop myself up on my elbows for a better view before Jamie dove in to meet me. Despite the intensity in his eyes, his hand gently reached out to my face. A tender caress traced along the apple of my cheek. He cupped my jaw and tangled the tips of his fingers in the loose hair behind my ear. His mouth followed only seconds later, capturing my lips in a soul-possessing kiss.

Fuck it. My soul was his.

The man could certifiably pop the seams on a baseball, yet he touched me as if I were a priceless artifact. His touch started out so timid but grew more confident as he eased himself back into this seduction tango that we were both out of practice in. It was almost like getting on a bicycle again after so many years .

My hands shot out, hungry to devour him from my touch alone. He was outstandingly hard, in every sense of the word. There was an approving rumble deep in his chest under my fingertips.

Nudging off his shoes, he crawled up onto the bed as he continued to kiss me. That’s when I heard the jingle of his belt. I wished disintegrating clothing was a thing. Although from the sheer flashover my body had, I was surprised they hadn’t melted off my hot skin already.

Fumbling with the hem of my t-shirt, his hands drifted down to assist. The force with which he tugged off my shirt almost gave me fabric burns on the tip of my nose. But the quick release of air from the man seeing me topless for the first time, made me forget the minor pain that lingered.

Cupping my breast with his hand, he pressed the orb up and almost out of my bra. My head fell back to the mattress with a gasp. I lost my train of thought for a moment.

Typically, by this point, I was uncomfortably self-conscious about what my partner was thinking about me. But not with Jamie. He seemingly couldn’t hold back his unquenchable desire for me. It was literally my sexual fantasies brought to life. That helped me lose myself in the moment for once in my life.

On one side I wanted to strip down immediately and ride the man until tomorrow’s sunrise. But on the other hand, I wanted to take this at a snail’s pace and absorb every damn millisecond. Commit it to my core memories. So, if this wild night was only a one-off, I could get off to it until the day my vagina dried out. Which, at this rate, wasn’t going to be for another millennium.

“Jeezus, fuck, Cadence.” Jamie breathed against my neck as he dipped in for a taste. Not one part of him was timid anymore. He was a breath away from sinking his canines into me, sucking me dry as he sampled the skin along my throat. “Can you stop being irresistible for like five seconds? I’m about to bust another one.”

Especially if he kept saying shit like that.

“Like earlier?” I mumbled out stupidly. How the hell was I capable of making my crush jizz his pants just by our hot-as-fuck make out session? I felt him wince.

“I was really hoping you didn’t notice. I promise I can last longer than a few seconds.” His other hand joined in to massage and mold my breasts. Jamie groaned as he stole a few kisses along the edge of my bra. “Although at this rate, it's going to be impossible with you. You’ve been driving me crazy from day one.”

He gasped against the damp skin of my throat as his hands went on a possessive rampage up and down my curves. My brain flatlined with that admission. “At first, I thought it was just a pissed-off crazy. Turns out…” His mouth recaptured mine. This was the most spark I’d seen in his eyes since before his surgery. “I really just needed to fucking kiss you. Because fucking damn… Kissing you feels like the whole world makes sense now.”

My arms tangled around his neck, pulling him firmly against me. His body felt like the sun, and I wanted nothing more than to burst into flames because of him. With me being this all out of sorts and flustered, there was no help for what spewed from my mouth.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you? In this very bed?” I gasped out in between kisses. The words left me without going through the proper filter channels. This was the only time my word vomit had been acceptable. We were sharing inner secrets and all. Jamie suddenly stopped moving and let out a groan of utter frustration.

“You do remember I’m trying really fucking hard not to cum as it is, right?” Who would have thought that I’d have to get the gruff man into bed for him to open up and have a conversation with? Although classifying it as a conversation was a stretch.

“I should say I’m sorry…but I’m really not.” After that warning, I was almost afraid to touch him. But I needed to see what was under the rest of his clothes. Although if I didn’t give him a breather, it would be a damn shame to have another orgasm go to waste in his pants.

“Oh, I’m not either. This should be fun for both of us.” Jamie shot me a rakish grin as he fumbled with my bra clasp. “Hopefully I don’t disappoint. It's…been a while.” He sheepishly admitted.

“How long is ‘a while’...?” I cocked a brow as his fingers paused. There was a long moment before he answered.

“Five years.”

I coughed on my inhale. “Five years?!” And I thought I was in a dry spell.

“Look, I told you, I don’t like to sleep with a woman unless I see long-term potential with her. ”

Thank fuck he distracted me by finally unfastening my bra. I barely had time to dwell on his admission. I let out a sigh as the fabric gave way.

Jamie let out a low breath as he drank me in before he dove in for a taste. His mouth on my nipple was a straight lightning bolt to my vagina. My hips shot off the bed and right into his. It drew a hearty moan out of both of us. There was no going back now. Especially not when he admitted that this, all of this, with me, could be something like forev–

Don’t get carried away now, Cadence. One fluster fuck at a time here.

Right.

I couldn’t ponder the seriousness of this entire situation because I was fairly certain I’d start awkwardly screaming with a mixture of shock and excitement. Jamie was being so suave and delicious, albeit a bit shy. Meanwhile, I was trying to keep my collective shit under control and not fangirl all over myself.

As a distraction, my hands slipped down between us, more determined than ever to reveal more of his fabulous body. I’d watch him squat or lunge behind home plate, flexing his thighs as his uniform stretched over the muscle. Even when he was at bat, there was a twist on the follow-through that made his biceps and thighs bulge in the most drool-worthy way. Now I finally had a chance to see, and feel it , firsthand.

Jamie helped himself to a second helping of my breasts as my fingers opened his fly. Despite their trembling, I eased the denim over the curve of his ass before I double fisted a handful of cheeks. I knew it was unusual, but I was definitely an ass girl. A plump ass on a man was seriously top-notch.

A breathy chuckle against my nipple caused it to harden as my breath hitched. Okay, so I may have been a bit overly enthusiastic about massaging his glutes. But damn, I was ready to ask for copper molds of them as bookends for my bookshelf.

Shifting above me, Jamie’s mouth returned to mine. This time the kiss was longer, deeper. All-encompassing.

Deep within the kiss, his hands shifted to shimmy out of his jeans. Kicking them aside, all that remained were skin-tight boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. Especially when he was sporting one hell of a mouth-watering hard-on.

Once he disposed of his pants, he came for mine. I clumsily attempted to assist in his endeavor. Which only resulted in both of us erupting in laughter due to the stubbornness of my skinny jeans. Suddenly I felt both completely exposed and yet stubbornly clothed.

It was a breathless few minutes, but once we were down to our final piece of clothing, there was a noticeable slowdown. Jamie eased himself down into the slot my body heartily made for him. Now skin-to-skin, curve-to-curve this suddenly became a lot more intimate.

He only added to it as he tenderly brushed a wayward strand of hair off my cheek and behind my ear. The endless pools in his eyes coaxed me into their wicked depths as we both caught our breath.

“I can’t believe I finally get to know what you feel like.” The whispered words left my mouth before I could stop them. My body tensed with my uninhibited admission and what Jamie thought about it.

“So many nights I’ve laid awake wondering what these treacherous curves would be like to grab ahold of.”

Jamie’s response made my breath catch. It was paired with a long, admiring sweep of his heated gaze up my body as his hand moved south to toy with the waistband of my panties. Dipping his fingertips under the elastic, he eased the last piece of clothing down my legs. I swallowed dryly.

My hands moved to cup his sculpted jaw. I could feel the sandpaper scruff that had grown back from his morning shave. He was real. His body was warm and solid under my touch. This time, he wasn’t a ghost of a fantasy when I closed my eyes.

I needed to enjoy the awe of it because there was a chance all of this could disappear tomorrow.

Jamie’s hand cupped over my heat, relishing in the aura of it. Curling his pointer and middle into position, his thumb moved to gently caress against my clit. That was just the distraction he needed before two of his fingers eased their way inside me. The man let out the sexiest fucking growly groan in the history of ever. As my brain short-circuited, I was simultaneously trying to comprehend the fact that, the man I had a crush on for the past few years, was now knuckle-deep inside my soaking-wet vagina.

With a sharp inhale, Jamie dove in for another kiss. He was seemingly fit to consume every millimeter of me. My moans were just the appetizer. I could feel his hard cock as he rocked his hips against my thigh in time with each thrust of his fingers. He was turned on by how much I was turned on .

Holy fuck I needed him inside me.

“Jamie…” Goosebumps exploded across my skin as I mumbled his name against his lips. He pulled away with a smoldering gaze but continued to work magic with his fingers. It took all of my willpower not to crumble at that exact moment.

“Shh…” The hush set off sparks down my spine. “Give me at least one, Cady. I need to see what you look like when I send you over that wall in the outfield.” It was a hell of a time for a baseball reference. But what a fucking metaphor. “I need to see your face, hear your sounds. I want to have the feeling of your body around mine so fucking ingrained in my brain that I think of nothing else.”

The only answer I could muster was a tangle of my fingers in his hair before pulling him down into a hard kiss. His fingers and thumb worked me into such a fevered frenzy in the blink of an eye. I could hear the squelch of my desire as his fingers thrust into it.

I couldn’t decipher where his grunts of pleasure met with my moans of delight. It was a hypnotic symphony of our shared sensuality. Those strong digits, that worked the innards of his catching glove, had no trouble flexing inside me to bring me to a fucking spectacular climax.

With just his fingers.

This time I didn’t keep quiet. I didn’t whisper his name in fear that the fantasy would disappear behind my eyelids. His name shot from my mouth and reverberated off my bedroom walls. A rhythmic chant of whimpers of moans of my favorite two syllables. Just hearing it leave my lips, and knowing that Jamie, and not my usual silicone toy, was the reason my body was in utter ecstasy, made my orgasm all the more stronger.

Jamie was panting almost as heavily as I was as I finally fell back to earth and back into his arms. There was a light sheen of perspiration along his forehead. He had to be doing everything in his power not to lose it.

“Fucking worth it.” He huffed out as he leaned down and kissed me. “Every damn fucking second. I can die a happy man now after hearing you scream my name like that as I finger fucked you to orgasm.”

Jeezus.

Not only was I in bed with the man who’d been the star of my fantasies for the last few years, but he also had a filthy mouth and just made the most epic confession I’d ever heard in my entire life. My hands shot down between us. I needed him naked. I needed him balls-deep inside me.

The bonus would be if he ended up screaming my name. Because holy fuck, I was going to do everything in my power to make that happen.

A heated groan grazed the skin of my throat as he tucked his head in the crook of my neck to brace himself. From the feel of him through the fabric, he was deliciously girthy and ironically close in scale to my suction cup dildo that hid in my bedside drawer.

The man seemed like he was ready to blow his load at any moment. I needed to go about this delicately before we had to stop for an interlude. This might be my only chance to sleep with the man of my dreams. I wanted to make it count.

Careful to ease off the throttle just a bit, I grazed my fingertips along the straining outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. My other hand reached out to ease his boxers down over the obstacle in question. It was no easy feat, but I managed to do so without teasing the man any more than I needed to.

A sharp hiss whistled through his clenched teeth as the cool air of my bedroom hit his bare skin. I was so tempted to dip my gaze down to look at him, but I stopped myself. I wanted to see him completely naked before I took in that vision. Thankfully he assisted me in divulging his body from his last piece of clothing and chucked it into the dark void of the room.

Jamie adjusted himself back to his previous position to cage me beneath his toned body. It was then that my eyes fluttered open and dipped down to enjoy the view. But little did I know that he was doing the same thing to me.

“Fuck it, Cadence. I need you. I can’t wait another damn second to be inside you.” Jamie gasped out before he claimed my mouth for yet another soul-sucking kiss. It was a bunch of flusters all at once. My eyes were still open in shock as he made me melt into the bed from the touch of his lips alone. “Condoms?”

“B-Bedside drawer…” I managed to get out as the jumble of cartoony hearts invaded my vision. Reaching over, I had a front-row seat to the flex of his bicep as his arm stretched out to open the drawer.

With him considerably distracted for the time being, my eyes slid further down his stretched body to drink him in. I let out a slow breath as my gaze caressed down the hills and valleys of muscles along his torso. All before my eyes stopped on his glorious dick that was only inches away from the skin of my inner thigh. I couldn’t help myself.

“ Oh my god. ”

“I…take that as a good thing…?” It wasn’t until Jamie’s response that I realized I had said the words out loud instead of under my breath as I originally thought.

“I…uh…” Fuck it, too late now. “Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Although my words may have been misconstrued as I was staring directly at his fully erect and glorious cock instead of his face.

The empty condom wrapper fluttered through my line of vision, pulling me from my stare. Easing himself back on his knees, Jamie sat up and gave me the most utterly beautiful sight. He was in the exact position that he typically was in behind home plate. Only in all his naked glory, straddling my bare thighs with both of us in my bed.

I could never watch another game without imagining him like this. All sinew and strength as he commanded over me. Which was only made hotter as I watched him roll the condom down his dick. There was a breathless smile on his lips.

As if of its own accord, my hand shot down between my legs to graze along my clit. With the nude visual of Jamie Rheems kneeling above you, what woman wouldn’t want to get herself off to it? The move resulted in a desperately hungry groan from Jamie as he fell onto all fours above me.

His hand grabbed my jaw, pinning me right where he wanted me while the other dismissed my hand from its duty to take over himself. I couldn’t help my needy whimper as his fingers dipped back into my slick heat. The rest of the noises he swallowed up as he reclaimed my mouth .

“There’s nothing hotter than a woman who can’t help but touch herself.”

“It's all your fault.” I gasped out in between kisses. The only response I got at first was a rough exhale as he used the coating of my desire on his fingers to lubricate the condom. The fact that he was now stroking himself to the same extent did not escape me.

“So, you’ve said.” I would have said some smart-ass remark in reply, but I couldn’t exactly fault him for being correct. Or be mad at a man for actually listening to me for that matter. “And fuck if it's not my favorite thing I’ve ever heard.”

There was a bit of a commanding husk to his voice as he nipped at my jawline. My hands couldn’t stop moving across his body. I needed to memorize it all.

With a subtle shift, his hips dropped down. A delicious, heated shiver moved from the tips of my toes to my scalp. The head of his cock brushed against my inner thigh as my legs adjusted to accommodate him. I needed him deep inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted in my entire life. I wanted to feel what it was like being intimate with Jamie, just once. Because so far, he was already batting a thousand on the sexy hotness seduction scale.

The searing heat turned into a tender simmer as Jamie’s mouth and hands moved to soft caresses as he adjusted his hips to line himself up. My hands slid up his body to cup his face. The pads of my thumbs brushed across the stubble on his cheeks. I needed to see this. I needed to feel all of it. To ground every part of myself to this moment .

Jamie’s eyes caught mine. My heart skipped a beat which sent a cascade of goosebumps down my arms. The moment his gaze softened and he gave me a tender smile, it was all over.

Sealing our union with a kiss, he used the distraction to ease himself inside me. I was not at all prepared for the literal fireworks that exploded behind my eyelids. My bottom lip broke the seal as an unexpected, shaky whimper spilled forth.

With the broken connection of our mouths, Jamie let out a ragged breath. My eyes flashed open only to be met by his just-as-surprised steel-blue gaze. What in the fucking history of baseball was going on here?

“ Fuck… You feel it too?” He gasped out hoarsely. I stared at him blankly for a second, unable to comprehend the fathomless question. What did I feel? Nothing? Everything? That the feeling was too overwhelming to even describe?

Yes.

“ Yes… ” I breathed out with a quick nod. For some reason, he didn’t have to explain it further. I just knew. He knew.

A boyish smile brightened his face. The soft lines at the corners of his eyes creased as his cheeks rose. I admired his features close up before he cupped my face and kissed me so hard that my toes curled. He sucked the oxygen clear out of my lungs. All I could do was tangle my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

The thrusts began slowly. They were drawn out and I could feel every inch of him leave me before my body enveloped his entire length with hungry abandon. Rounding my back, my hips curled up to meet him as I threw my legs around him. Now his body was locked in against mine.

Of all those hours imagining what it would be like to sleep with Jamie Rheems, I was utterly unprepared for what it would actually be like.

Because I’d never had sex like this.

Like ever.

Our bodies rocked together as our heated breaths intermingled in the fraction of space between us. Hands were seemingly frantic, desperate for a touch or to hold onto a piece of the other before being thrown out into the nether regions of space. I wanted to feel him everywhere. For him to envelop me whole and keep me locked in the strength of his embrace.

Jamie kept me in the present moment with his frenzied caresses. A squeeze of my breast, a grip on the jut of my hips, hooking his hand under my knee to that right fucking angle that had my eyes rolling back in my head. He never neglected me for a second. It was a heady way to keep my innermost thoughts in the moment, even when I was looking at the back of my skull.

But I wanted to watch him. I wanted to see every flicker of emotion that pulled at his face. The way his brow furrowed and relaxed. The way his skin sparkled from the exertion. The way his jaw set with the clenching of his teeth before his lips parted in a huff of air. He was so fucking beautiful.

There was something deeper here below the surface. If my brain wasn’t in Jamie fantasy overload I might have sat and pondered over it. But about 98% of my brain cells were solely focused on the man atop of me and the electric connection our bodies had from where we met in the middle .

The man left me breathless between rich kisses. I kept up with his rhythm with the answering call of my hips. I wanted to go all night. I didn’t care if I couldn’t walk or even stand upright tomorrow. Because holy fuck it would be worth it.

Jamie was incredibly intense. He desired constant closeness. It was a bit surprising for how stand-offish of a personality he had. Most of the men I’d been with could barely kiss and thrust at the same time. Perhaps it was his skills on the ballfield that enabled his talents in the bedroom.

The thought of it made my cunt flex around his thrusting cock. Which only made him groan in a way that he sounded like he was close to the edge of restraint. From there it was just a continuous circle of our bodies responding to one another in silent conversation. His thrusts waxed and waned, desperate to make this last as long as possible.

With both hands on the jut of my hips, Jamie added a sharper uptick to his own as he held me still. My inhalation stopped dead in my esophagus as I felt that delicious gooey warmth bubble up deep in my belly. I was close. And the noise from him that followed made me aware that his body knew I was on the edge.

“I want nothing more than to feel you lose yourself, Cadence.” Jamie huffed out, not easing back on the throttle at all. If anything, he went harder and deeper into me. “As many fucking times as possible.”

Never in my entire life had a man asked for my orgasm or was so determined to get me to have more than one. Guys seemed to be winded after just getting one and then needed ample time for a round two. Jamie had the endurance to go for the gold. Multiple times over.

My hands shot out to grip the corners of his jaw. Tangling my fingers into the strands of his mussed hair along the nape of his neck, I mentally prepared myself in the last few seconds before chaos erupted. He had me so tantalizingly close to the precipice, almost as if he enjoyed watching me struggle as I teetered on the edge.

With a heated grunt, Jamie angled his hips followed by an extra bit of speed that had me careening straight into the blissful abyss that was catcher Jamie Rheems. It felt like literal universes were colliding inside of me all at once. The sheer intensity made my body arch clear off the bed. I wouldn’t be surprised if I pulled away with two fistfuls of his hair in the vice grip my fingers had in his locks.

A reiterated litany of his name escaped my mouth. It was soundless as I couldn’t inhale from the orgasmic spasm that had a vice grip over my entire body. I could feel his nails digging into my skin as his hands raked up my body.

“Louder, Cady.” Jamie gasped, breathless from his exertions but more determined than ever. “I want the whole fucking world to know what I’m doing to you.” The man was holding onto his restraint by the thinnest thread. It was evident from the edge in his voice. He wanted to see me orgasm first.

Finally able to inhale properly, I let myself give in to his pleasure. Screams, moans, whatever expression I could give to release at least some of the explosion of feelings. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as I chanted his name over and over again as another orgasm quickly took me. Good god was this man bad at anything? Oh right. Dancing.

With an aggressive kiss, Jamie shifted his body slightly. As my eyes fluttered back open, I saw a rather delicious underside view of his flexing bicep as he white-knuckle gripped my headboard as his hips slapped against mine. Fucking hell, did I even dare ask what was in store for me next?

His free hand scooped under my bottom to roll my hips up, effectively pressing me in half. Adding to the new delicious angle, I hooked my ankles higher up his back His cock went deep, and I inhaled so sharply the air was cold down my esophagus.

The man gave an approving moan as his eyes fluttered closed on the threshold of delectable chaos. I did my best to watch the utter bliss soften his face and enhance his noises of delight as he raced to the end. That visual alone was going to fuel my solo sessions for the rest of fucking eternity. Honestly probably clear into my next life.

“ Cadence… ” The grit in his voice had such a dream-like quality that it took me by surprise. It only lasted a fleeting moment as, yet another orgasm snuck up on me as Jamie found the beginnings of his release. “Fuck yes…give me one more. Take me with you.” The words were a breathy plea. I couldn’t deny the man. “Please…”

“Jamie…”

With one hard thrust, my arms and legs locked around him for dear life as we were both sent careening over the edge into the blissful beyond. A lengthy groaning moan punctuated by his continued thrusting dispelled my noises of enjoyment as Jamie exploded inside of me. If I thought the orgasms before this one were mind-blowing, it did nothing to prepare me for the utterly world-ending big bang that was a mutual climax between us.

A mutual quiet soon settled between us as our bodies eventually slowed to a stop. The only sound was our breaths as they slowly eased back to a normal rhythm. I was in bliss, floating in the expanse of the space-time continuum. Was this…real life…?

Whisper-soft kisses tickled my cheek pulled me back from wherever my brain had yeeted itself to. Heat rose to my cheeks as Jamie’s gaze found mine. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d have this post-coitus visual of the most handsome man on the planet completely blitzed out of his mind after an orgasm I gave him.

“Wow.”

The same exact word came out of both our mouths at the same time. We both only held it together for half a second we broke out in laughter. Well, I guess that settled that. At least it was a mutual feeling for… whatever this was.

Mid-laugh, Jamie snuck in a quick but heated kiss as he slipped out of me. My body let out a whimper against his mouth. I wasn’t ready to be separated from the man, but condoms threw a wrench in the potential for sensual cuddles afterward.

Wait. Shit. Was Jamie even a cuddler? We went about this all backward.

My heart raced watching him pull away to deal with the condom. He was just as pretty from the back as he was from the front. A specimen like that should be admired from all angles.

Part of me was terrified that this was it. He got what he wanted and was now headed out. Anxiety rose like the bile in the back of my throat. Cadence, calm the fuck down. You wanted this chance and didn’t care about what happened afterward.

Right.

However, what happened afterward was not even in the wheelhouse of what I expected. Jamie reappeared from my bathroom with a satisfied confident grin on his face. He dove back into my bed, stopping for a kiss before pulling me against him. Rolling us both over, I felt like a ragdoll in the crook of his arm as he tugged up the sheets. His bicep curled around me as I settled against him with my cheek on his collarbone.

My body was tense for a hot second as I tried to take it all in. Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed against him as his fingers lazily stroked up and down my arm. This was bliss. Utter bliss. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Jamie Rheems just made me fall even harder for him.