Page 65 of Embers of You
I’m unable to hide my gasp and the way I arch into him. I saw a glimpse of this other side of Jameson. The sweet man that would help anyone in need also has a dirty side to him, and it’s that side that has me ready to drop down to my knees right here, right now.
In fact, that’s exactly what I do.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slide down to my knees, not caring about the dirt on the hard ground because he’s looking at me with so much heat, like I’m the only thing he sees, and it fuels me even more.
He adjusts his hat on my head, tilting it back a bit so he can see my face. “What’re you doing?”
“Do you want me to tell you and ruin it? Or do you want me to show you?” I run my hands up his thighs to his belt, holding them there while I wait.
Jameson reaches down, gripping my chin, and rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “Go ahead, then. But the hat stays on.”
I’m not sure what it is about that seemingly innocent sentence that has me clenching my thighs together, but he always knows just what to say to me. I work his belt open, keeping my eyes locked on his while he watches me.
He lets go of my chin, fists clenching at his side as I undo his pants and start to pull them down. I work slowly even though I’m dying to touch him.
“What if someone comes in here and catches us?” I ask, trying not to let him hear how shaky my voice is.
“That may be pretty awkward; hope it doesn’t happen.” He smirks and I hesitate with my hands on the waistband of his boxers, his dick tenting the fabric and my mouth waters at the thought of him, but getting caught has me worried.
Jameson notices, because of course he does, and he puts his hands over mine. “We’re fine, but if you want to stop you can.”
I shake my head adamantly. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think of any negative consequences, and I don’t want to hesitate. I just want him. So I pull on the stretchy fabric enough to have his rock hard cock bob in front of me. He’s thick, and hard, and it’s all because of me.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump my fist once, squeezing the tip slightly and he groans. Adjusting the hat on my head again, I look up at him and see the fire blazing in his eyes as he watches with rapt attention. He doesn’t rush me, or push me for anything I don’t want to do. He just looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world he wants.
And I feel the same.
I lean forward, running my tongue along the slit and tasting the salty precum there. Jameson moans even louder, and I see the strain in his arms as he holds himself back and it makes me want to push him further so he’ll completely lose control.
I like the soft, sweet Jameson. But the dirty Jameson who can control my body in ways I didn’t think were possible is who I want right now. With that thought, I wrap my mouth around the head of him, sucking him in as far as I can the first try. Which isn’t very far because the man is huge.
“Fuck, Sutton,” he groans and I smile around him, letting out a soft hum that has him jolting forward, further into my mouth from the vibration. I love the way he sounds saying my name, and moaning it is even better.
I pull back so just the tip is in my mouth before sucking him in again, keeping my hand wrapped around the part of him that I can’t fit yet. But I’m determined. I want to make him so crazy he has no option but to completely lose himself.
Flicking my tongue along the sensitive part under the tip, I pull away looking up at him. “Use me. I want it.” I open my mouth wide with my tongue out waiting for him.
“How are you so perfect?” he whispers. I want to argue that I’m not, but I’m also not wanting to ruin this moment. Not as he pushes forward, sinking into my mouth, and pushing in far enough I have to breathe through my nose not to gag around him.
His hand drops to the top of my head, where his hat still rests as he thrusts into my mouth. I hold onto his thighs, letting him use me for his pleasure, doing exactly what I asked him to do. And use me he does. His thrusts increase their pace, and I just hold on as he fucks my mouth moaning around him.
“Baby, I’m close,” he groans, slowing down and giving me the chance to stop, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t think I ever want him to stop. “Do you want me to come down your pretty little throat or do you want to be marked as mine?”
The way he growls the last word has me moaning, my thighs tightening trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache there. I want whatever he’s willing to give me, but I end up pulling back, whimpering at the loss of him in my mouth. Ilook up with tears streaming down my face, my rough voice answering, “Mark me as yours.”
The words seem to have the same effect on him because as soon as I pump my fist over him twice more, he’s coming with a loud groan, and I open my mouth as the salty liquid coats my skin.
It should be demeaning and gross. I shouldn’t be even more turned on knowing his ejaculate is covering my face.
Dammit, Lily.
Jameson immediately reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt off and I’m ready to climb him like a tree, but that’s not his intention. He brings the soft fabric to my face, wiping off the mess as he kneels in front of me, both concern and awe etched onto his face.
I smile at him, running my tongue along my bottom lip and tasting him. He continues to use his shirt to wipe my face and neck, letting out a low groan. “You’re so much trouble.”
I shrug. “The best kind.”
He nods, smiling. “Definitely the best kind.”
