Page 28 of Crave
Chapter Nine
Bryn Christmas
My cell phone rang, and I opened one eye. The curtains were open, and the atmosphere was dank. It was snowing outside, and I had to get up, get dressed, and go out in the unfavorable weather conditions. Not only that, but I felt as if a freight truck had collided with my head on the one hand, while my body felt satiated on the other hand.
The phone kept ringing, and I slowly opened my eyes some more. Jamison was holding me firmly against him, which made my skin warm. I groaned and tried to scoot out of his embrace, but he pulled me closer, grinding his fresh erection against my ass.
“Where are you going?” he whispered.
“I had a call.”
He chuckled. “It’s already started, huh?”
I laughed, nestling deeper into his hard body. “And I have to get to work. I’m certain I’m late.”
He thrust his dick against my ass again. “Call off sick today,” he said as he guided me on to my back. When he reached down to grab his package, I knew I should halt what was about to happen, but I didn’t want to. My pussy wept to be entered by him again.
Jamison rolled over on top of me, inserting himself between my thighs.
“But that was probably Eden who just called. She’s wondering where…”
I gasped as his cock pushed through my heat.
Pumping his cock in and out of my drenched pussy, Jamison sipped air deep into his throat. “You feel so damn good.”
And so did he. His swollen cock stretched me, and his shaft rubbing against my vaginal walls felt so exquisite. I loved the way he reached around me to round a finger on my clit, bringing me to orgasm quicker.
I closed my eyes, letting my hips rise toward his stimulation, moaning, breathing, whimpering… “Ha!”
“Oh…” Jamison shuddered against me, letting loose inside me.
Twice, Jamison had come inside me. I’d already done the calendar counting. According to the start of my last period and my normal cycle, I wasn’t in jeopardy of getting pregnant. But having a baby was the least of my concerns.
“We should’ve used a condom. I mean, you have an entire box, and we’ve only used one.” I waited for his response.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he whispered and then carefully took himself out of me. Jamison rolled onto his back, never taking his eyes off me.
“No way. For real?”
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “For real.”
I was speechless. It was hard to believe a man as strapping and rich, who could merely glance at a woman and make her panties wet, hadn’t had sex in over a year.
“Should I have kept that to myself?” Jamison said.
Throat tight and lips pursed, I shook my head. “Me neither,” I whispered.
“You neither?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since me and you either.”
A slow smile formed on Jamison’s mouth. His large fingers wrapped around my wrist. He was on the verge of guiding me under him again, but my cell phone rang.
“Damn it. I have to get to work, Jamison.” Then I saw Dale’s face in my mind, and dread made me feel nauseated.
“Whoa. What’s that look on your face about?”
“Dale, my ex. Remember I told you he was my client’s boyfriend?”
