Page 40 of Heart Strain

Jameson sets Simba down and scoots closer to me. “Shh.” He takes Nala from me and sets her on the couch, then wraps his arms around me, and everything hits me all at once as I collapse into him. A small sob falls from my lips, and Jameson pulls me even closer, rubbing my back and holding me tight. I put my arms around his waist and tuck my face into the crook of his neck, and I cling to him. I’m probably getting tears all over his skin again, but he doesn’t seem to care because he tucks his head down into my shoulder and holds me even tighter.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispers.

I nod against his neck and take a deep breath. “Thank you, Jameson.” I lean back to look in his eyes, but neither of us lets go. His green eyes are beautiful even when they’re filled with worry and sorrow.

His eyes search mine, and the moment his lips open, just a tad, my gaze follows the movement. His lips are right there. They’re so close I could just purse out my own to reach them.

“Holden,” he breathes.

I shoot my gaze back up to his eyes and I see a question there. Before I can think twice, I close that small distance, pressing my lips to his sweet, soft, plump ones. Jameson stills for a moment, then suddenly presses back as he pulls me toward him. His lips are even softer than I thought they’d be, and the feel of them against me makes me whimper.

Holding me firmly, he opens his mouth, and I eagerly follow. As soon as my tongue brushes his, every other thought about every other thing flies out the window and all that I’m left with is Jameson, and his sweet mouth and strong body. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

I push him back and climb on his lap as I bury my fingers in his hair and his hands slide down to my lower back. I can’t get enough of these lips, of his body. I need him, I need him so badly it hurts.

Grinding my hips forward, I elicit a moan out of him that makes me smile against his lips, and the hard cock I can feel through his pants proves he wants me as badly as I want him. So I keep grinding against him as I devour that sweet mouth of his because those fucking lips are even better than I imagined. I trail my hands down his muscular chest, then slip under his shirt, gently running my fingers over his stomach and up to his pecs, and I moan because he feels so good under my hands. His skin is smooth, but he’s got a little hair on his chest and a happy trail I plan on following after I tweak his nipples.

As soon as I pinch them, Jameson groans and breaks the kiss, letting his head fall back onto the couch, so I suck on the skin of his throat. His stubble rubs against me as I run my tongue up to his earlobe and suck it between my teeth. Leaning back, I pull his shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly across the room, and I only have a moment to stare at his gorgeous body before he leans up and captures my lips again. I can’t get enough of his skin; I want to taste every inch of it, but he holds me there, taking control of my mouth like he owns it, and I fucking love every second of it. Suddenly, he pulls my t-shirt over my head and rubs his large, calloused hands over my skin, then grabs my hips and moves them to rock against him.

My cock is so hard, and it feels so damn good that I’m afraid I’m going to explode in my jeans, so I climb off him without breaking our kiss and start unbuttoning my pants. When Jameson realizes what I’m doing, he pushes my hands out of the way to do it himself, so I concentrate on his jeans instead. He shucks my pants and underwear off, and I kick out of them, sending them flying across the room, then I hastily pull at his until he lifts his hips and I pull them down. His huge, leaking cock bounces in front of me like a delicious lollipop I want to suck.

I go to kneel between his thighs to taste him, but he doesn’t let me; he grabs hold of me and pulls me back on top of him instead. I want to complain, but he grabs my ass and rubs his finger over my hole, so I let him get away with it because it sends a shiver up my spine and a thrill through my chest. Because I want that, I want him in any way he’ll give himself to me, but the thought of feeling him inside me has me writhing with need on top of him.

“Fuck me, Jameson,” I breathe into his mouth, and he groans in response, brushing the pad of his finger over my hole again. I push back, begging for more, but he doesn’t give it to me; he keeps kneading my ass and brushing his fingers over my hole, making me fucking crazy.

“We need lube.”

It takes a second for his words to register because I want him so badly I don’t even care how it happens. But I nod against him and bite down on his neck as I murmur, “In my wallet.”

He leans up as I kiss and lick the skin along his collarbone, and he asks, “Where’re your pants?”

“Hm?” I sit up and look around the room, but I don’t see my pants either, so I turn to him with wide eyes. “Tell me you have lube in your house?”

“Bedroom.”

“Mm,” I moan and kiss his sweet lips again. Jameson runs his hand along my hair, and before I can stop him, he pulls my ponytail holder out, making my shoulder-length hair fall down. “Jameson…?” I’m not sure about having my hair down, I’ve been uncomfortable about it since I’ve been back here, and a rush of anxiety runs through me. I lean back to look at him so I can see his expression, but it hasn’t changed, in fact, his eyes are hungry; hungry for me, and that anxiety flees, leaving only my own desire in its place.

He reaches up and buries both hands in my hair, then pulls me down into a rough kiss that has me moaning and rutting against him.

I kiss along his jaw to his earlobe and let my hot breath brush against him as I whisper, “Take me to your bedroom, Jameson, and fuck me into your mattress.”

He groans and nods his head, then grabs ahold of me as he stands. I wrap my legs around him, a thrill shooting through me at his strength, and he heads for the stairs. When we get there, I slide down his body, then walk backwards up the steps while grabbing at him and kissing him and nipping at him as he does the same to me.

We finally make it to his room, so I give him a little push onto the mattress and climb on top of him. He’s smiling as he runs his hands up and down my back and ass, then into my hair. He blindly reaches into his nightstand drawer, coming back with lube and a condom that he sets beside us. He pours some lube over my hole, drops the bottle, and pushes his finger inside. Moaning loudly, I press back, taking his finger deeper, and when he pulls it back, I thrust forward making our cocks rub together in a delicious friction. We keep up the movement and he adds a second finger, then a third. I’m a panting, moaning, needy-as-hell mess.

Jameson must feel the same way because he pulls out his fingers, making me whimper, then he rolls us so he’s on top. Without warning, he pulls his lips away from me, leans up on his knees, then grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. The way he’s manhandling me is making my need for him intensify. He pulls on my hips until I get the message and get up on my hands and knees as he rolls the condom on.

When I feel his cock against my hole, I try to push back, but he rubs himself along my crack causing a shiver to run through me. I look over my shoulder at him, and he’s grinning at me, so I whisper, “Please, Foxy.”

Something flashes in his eyes, and he holds my gaze as he presses his cock inside me. I close my eyes and moan at the sting laced with pleasure, and he stills, allowing me to adjust. Jameson rubs my hip, then runs his other hand up my spine and into my hair, grabbing hold of it. I push back against him, so he slides himself farther in, tightening his hold on my hair. It doesn’t hurt; I kinda like the pressure of it; I kinda love feeling like I’m at his mercy.

Once he’s finally all the way in, he stills his hips again, but wraps his arm around my chest with his other hand in my hair, and he pulls me up. Then he turns my head and claims my mouth again. I reach back over my head to dig my fingers into his hair, and when he pulls his cock out and slowly pushes back in, a tremor of pleasure racks my body.

He breaks the kiss and pushes me back down so I’m on my hands and knees again, then he pulls out and pushes in, and the most amazing sound comes out of his lips. It makes me eager to hear it again, so I push myself back onto him, thrilled when that moaning groan comes out of him.

He keeps up the slow pace for a minute, then suddenly grips my hair tighter with one hand and holds my shoulder with the other and starts pounding into me as I push back. Moans fill the air along with the sound of slapping skin, and I grip the sheets in my hands, holding on tight and trying to keep myself from coming too soon.

I reach down to grab my cock, but Jameson swats my hand away, and instead of grabbing it himself, he pushes me down to the mattress so I’m lying flat as he pounds me into it like I told him to. Pumping my hips, the friction from the sheets is almost enough to send me over the edge. But when Jameson slides his hand up my side and arm, then laces our fingers together, my body explodes, and I yell out and writhe beneath him. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt shoots through my body, white lights dancing around my head.

Jameson isn’t far behind; he pumps his hips three more times before shouting out my name and quivering above me. When he comes down from his high, he slumps on top of me, and even though it’s harder to breathe, I like having his weight on me. He kisses my shoulder, making goosebumps pop up on my skin. I smile and turn my head enough to look at him. His eyes are closed and he looks blissed-out and adorable.

He opens his eyes and leans in to kiss me without hesitation, so I kiss him back gently. Our hands are still laced together, but he uses his other one to brush my hair out of my face. I’m sure it’s sticking up everywhere right now, but I don’t care because the look on Jameson’s face as he stares at me like he cares about me makes me feel safe and wanted. He continues running his fingers through my hair, putting me in a haze until my eyes are closed and I’m nearly drifting off to sleep.

After a few minutes, he pulls his softening cock out, then gets out of bed to clean up. I’m surprised when he rolls me over and wipes me off, then pulls the top sheet off his bed. I don’t even bother to move. I haven’t felt this content in weeks, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

My eyes are still closed when he climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms.

I know I should get up and leave, but he’s so warm, this bed is so comfortable, and this house feels like a real home, and… I just can’t find it in myself to move away from him. So when he kisses my forehead, I sink further into him and let myself have this moment of peace.

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