Page 2 of Deny Me

“C’mon, Jamie-Boy. I could make you feel so much better.” I used the nickname, hoping it would break his tension. I added a swirl of my hips into his to push it one step further.

Apparently, that was the final straw with Jameson, because the next thing I knew I was shoved against the wall behind me with his hands in my hair and his lips firmly planted on mine, the thick stubble on his cheeks abrading me. I was grateful I let my long hair hang loose today. If not, I would have missed the feeling of his thick fingers pulling at it to tip my head back and attack my lips.

For a moment, I remained still at the shock of having Jameson’s lips pressed to mine. We had played this game for so long, I never thought it would push him to this. I assumed he would lose his temper, but I never thought he would finally cave and kiss me like this. I pushed the shock aside, not knowing how long this would last, and became an active participant.

I opened my lips and let his tongue brush against mine, encouraging him to push further. I wanted him to taste my desire. If he needed something to take his mind off of whatever stress he had with Luella, then I was willing to be that something.

Luella.What would this do to my friendship with her? I hesitated only a moment before I pushed all other thoughts aside, knowing our friendship wouldn’t change no matter what. Hoes before bros and all that.

He pulled back for a breath and I reached forward and bit his bottom lip, soothing it with a lick before sucking it back into my mouth. I had stared at his full lips for so long, I wanted to take the opportunity to commit them to memory and cherish every second of this kiss. Heat consumed me, and need spread through me.

I needed his hands on me.

I needed my hands on him.

I needed more.

One hand dropped past my skirt and moved up to land on my bare ass. Thank God for thongs. I would have hated missing the feeling of his large, hot hand on my skin.

My head fell back against the wall leaving my neck open as an invitation. I had a hard time focusing on what felt better: The aggressive massage on my ass spreading me wide, or the wet, angry kisses and bites to my neck. I always wondered what I would do to him if I was given the chance, and here I was, only able to hold on to his strong shoulders while he assaulted my body.

When his lips lowered to my collarbone and down to the tops of my breasts, I knew I needed to do something to get him lower. My hands began undoing the buttons of my cream blouse, but my fingers shook so hard that I struggled to undo them fast enough.

He bit down on the soft tissue of my breast and made me cry out. Fuck, he was aggressive. Not wanting him to stop, I wrapped my leg around his hip, grinding myself on him, allowing him access to my pussy. He was so close, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to rip my panties off and fuck me.

“Fuck me, Jameson. Yes,” I encouraged him.

He moved his free hand to my other ass cheek and hoisted me up on the wall, forcing me to wrap both legs around him. The lace of my panties was no barrier against the roughness of his jeans and I relished the pleasure of them grinding against my clit.

“Is this what you want, Evelyn? For me to give in to wanting you?” he growled into my neck. “Always walking around with your tits bouncing. Always taunting me with your toned legs, telling me you want them wrapped around my waist. My face.”

I did try to wear low-cut tops when I could around him. I liked the flushed look that came across his face at seeing me bent over. “I didn’t realize you noticed,” I gasped out. I was surprised I could talk at all with his hand making its way to the front of my panties.

“Oh, Evie. I always noticed. Do you know how many times I jacked off after seeing you in a bathing suit? How long I imagined parting your long legs and fucking you? How many times I wondered what you would do if I finally took you up on all your offers?”

“I never knew.” It barely escaped my parted lips on a pant.

“Well, now you do.” His thick fingers pulled the crotch of my thong aside and slipped through my wetness. “So fucking wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock. Is that what you want?”

God damn!I never knew Jameson – closed off, brooding, controlled Jameson – was a dirty talker. I fucking loved it. This was like Christmas, my birthday, and Thanksgiving happening all at once.

Best. Gift. Ever.

“That’s what I want, Jamie-Boy,” I said with a gasp. At some point in this scenario I’d ended up as the submissive. But I was not a submissive in sex.

He growled and roughly pushed two fingers into me, making me gasp at the realization of being filled by him. His thumb rubbed on my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me. He kept pushing in deep and curling them against my g-spot as he bit down on the top of my breast. I hadn’t gotten around to getting my shirt fully off and my bra was still snug against my rib cage. I cursed the barrier between us, but focused on my legs around his trim waist and the way he held me effortlessly against the wall.

The music faded to the background and I could only hear the sound of his fingers moving in and out of me. I let my head fall back against the wall, trying to get enough air into my lungs. I was seconds from exploding and I wanted to both cherish the orgasm and rush it because I wanted to feel him.

“Oh, God. Jameson. Please.” I pleaded, digging my fingers desperately into his shoulders, urging him on. I wanted to be strong, but I was reduced to begging a man to let me orgasm on his hand.

“Aaaangahh.”

A gurgling sound came from the door, causing me to scream and jerk my head to the noise. There I saw my best friend and Jameson’s sister, Luella, staring at us with a look of horror across her face.

Jameson pulled his fingers out of me, muttering, “Fuck,” before setting me down and trying to discreetly adjust the monster trying to escape his pants. Through the shock and chaos of being caught, I took a moment to mourn the loss of feeling him in me.

“Oh God,” Luella screeched before turning and rushing back down the hallway. I was sure seeing her brother in that position was a hell of a shock. Add in the fact that it was with me and I knew she was panicking out there. I looked to Jameson and saw his head down with his hand running through his hair, pacing back and forth in the small area.

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