Page 23 of Save Me

Jamie grins and toys with the first button on my shirt. “So polite.” He pops open the first button with a quick flick of his fingers, his eyes locked on mine. “I love this shirt, but there are too many buttons.” His hand slides down my chest to the next, and there’s a brief pull on the fabric as it opens.

“So sorry. I’ll keep that in mind for future wardrobe choices.” I ignore that he may not be around for said future wardrobe choices. “Are you having difficulty with your coordination?”

He flicks open a third button and his fingers tease along my bare skin. “No. Why do you ask?”

“I thought it must be the case since you’re takingso fucking longto get my shirt off.” He just laughs and manages the fourth and fifth buttons in quick succession. The breeze from the open window catches at the loose fabric of my shirt, cooling my feverish skin.

“Such sass.” He slides my shirt off my shoulders, following the fabric down my arms with his fingertips. His eyes move along my body like a caress, curiously cataloging my tattoos before fixing on the silver bars piercing my nipples. Even in the low light, I can see the hunger on his face. I never thought I’d see that. Not on him. Not for me, and it does crazy things to my insides. And still, he doesn’t touch me, or do anything more than look, and it’s making me crazy. “Jamie!”

Before I can say anything more, he cuts me off. “You’re so beautiful, Ash. Inside and out.”

He’s clearly insane. Of course I’m beautiful on the outside, but inside is very different. Before I get the chance, his fingertips slide back up my arms and over my shoulders, making small circles across my chest. “So very beautiful.” I gasp when he flicks my nipples again and pulls me closer, ghosting soft kisses against the bare skin of my chest.

The pleasurable pain is incredible and makes my cock jump. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me so intimately that I can barely keep my hips still. “Oh, god… Jamie.” My fingers slip into his soft curls and I moan as his mouth reaches my neck. The scrape of his beard is rough and perfect, and I wonder what it would feel like over the rest of me. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

He chuckles against my neck and it does stupidly sweet things to me. “I think I’m wearing the perfect amount. You, on the other hand, are wearing far too many.”

I growl and push against his chest so I can sit up and straddle his hips. Our cocks rub together, and we both inhale sharply. Fucking hell, I want him. “And here I thought you were a nice man.”

“I am a nice man.” He slides his hands up my thighs and squeezes my hips. “I will happily show you how nice I can be.”

He thrusts up against me again. Fuuuuuck. I roll my hips and briefly close my eyes, the ache in my balls incredibly intense. “It would be really nice if you were naked.” I grind down against him, seeking more friction.

“We’ll get there.” He reaches up and flicks my nipples again, and I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t come right then.

This is ridiculous! Yes, it’s been a long time between partners, but I’m not some virginal waif. I can maintain my composure as well as make him lose his. I slowly open my eyes and look down at him, holding his gaze. “It’s just that I’ve imagined this for so long; thought about you night after night as I stroked myself.” I try not to grin as Jamie’s eyes go dark.

The hitch in his voice goes straight to my cock. “Tell me.”

I lean down and place open-mouthed kisses along his jaw until I reach his ear, running the tip of my tongue along the outer edge. “Bossy.” I love it.

He grips my ass and grinds up against me. “Tell me.” The growl in his voice is like a stroke to my cock.

“You want me to tell you what I thought about as I touched myself?” He growls menacingly, and I laugh. “Alright.” I roll my hips slowly and drop my voice to a purr. “I’d usually begin thinking about your very sexy mouth.” I reach out and trace a fingertip along his lips. He growls again and pretends to nip at my fingers. “And all the things I wanted you to do with it.” I slide my hand down his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt. “I imagined those beautiful lips kissing me breathless as your hands wandered over my body.” I let the images fill my mind. “You’d nip and kiss along my neck, sometimes biting firmly.” Jamie moans and surges up, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I groan with pleasure that comes straight from my soul. “Fuuuuuucking hells, yes!” I grip the back of his head, encouraging him to bite harder. With my free hand I grip the base of my cock and will myself not to come.

“Mmmm.” Jamie licks at the spot he bit before placing soft kisses against it. “And then?” Does he seriously want me to talk after that? I’m barely able to form thoughts right now. He stops kissing my neck and looks at me. “And then?”

I blink at him for a minute before I can continue. I’m obviously not doing enough to distract him if he’s still able to be so bossy. I quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt and slide my hand along his chest and down across his tight abs, playing with the edge of his pants. “You kiss along my body, your tongue licking every inch of my skin, teeth nipping until—” I once again stare into his eyes and hold his gaze “—your sweet, fuckable lips wrap around my cock and suck me until I can’t see straight.” Jamie groans and grips my ass, pressing up against me. Yes, this is more like it. I grin and lean in to nibble his neck. “But I stop you just before I come.” While my words are having the desired effect on Jamie, watching him get turned on is making it difficult to keep myself under control.

“Fuck, Ash.” His fingers are pressing into my hips so hard I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and I don’t care. “Why?”

“Because I want to be buried deep inside you when I come.” His pupils expand and his eyes widen. I smile at how turned on he is by the idea. We’ve never talked about who would do what to whom, so it had been a big assumption on my part that he’d be willing to let me. “I’d slick up my cock and slowly slide between your perfect ass cheeks.” His lips part and his nostrils flare, and I grind down against him. “Press into your tight, warm body; feel you pull me in, squeeze around me.” Jamie lets out a small, strangled sound and the urge to make it reality, feel his body accept mine, is overwhelming. “Would you moan and beg me to fuck you hard and fast?”

“Jesus Christ, Ash! Get these off!” He reaches for the front of my jeans. “Too many clothes. Off.” I don’t even hesitate. This is going to be embarrassingly fast. As he fumbles with my zipper, I reach for his, our hands and arms getting in each other’s way, hindering more than helping us to get naked, and I might find the whole thing amusing if I weren’t so achingly desperate for him.

I slide off his hips and we frantically undress ourselves, tossing clothes aside as we scramble back to the middle of the bed. I force myself to pause, lean back on my heels and take a moment to appreciate how mouthwateringly gorgeous he is. His entire body is coated in a fine layer of blond curls and I want to run my hands over every inch of him and feel the gentle tickle against my palms. While I’m busy devouring him with my gaze, Jamie kneels in front of me and hauls me against him, kissing me hungrily. “Fuck, I want you. I want all of that.”

I moan and straddle his leg, grab a fistful of his hair, and rut against his thigh. The skin-to-skin contact is even better than I’d imagined, and I’m so damn close. “You want me inside you?”

“Fuck, yeah. So much.” He reaches between us and takes both our cocks in his large hand, grip firm, and stroke steady. Oh, hells, yes! It’s just the right amount of friction, and the press of his cock against mine has me so close.

I rest my forehead against his, our eyes locked on each other, gasping softly as I wrap my hand around us, and we pick up the pace. The energy is intense, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my body feeds on it, wants more, strains to get one more stroke, one more gasp. We’re both leaking profusely, the pre-cum easing the friction, and it’s incredible. I never want this to end.

“Ash.” Jamie’s voice is wrecked, desperate. “Sweetheart.”

That one word, said with so much emotion, undoes me. Every muscle in my body coils. “Oh, fuck! Jamie!” I grip the back of his head, keeping him pressed to me, our gazes locked together as my skin tingles and my balls tighten almost painfully. I groan through clenched teeth as my orgasm rips through me with merciless intensity.

Air rushes from my lungs and warmth gushes over our hands, slicking our cocks, speeding the strokes. I drive into our fists as every ounce of energy is wrung from me. Jamie groans my name and thrusts harder, fingers gripping my thigh as his hips lose their rhythm and his eyes squeeze shut. “Ash!” He stiffens and comes with a choked growl, splashing my chest with each jerk of his hips until he’s as drained as I am and leaning heavily against me.

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