Part 12 (1/2)

Pus.h.i.+ng off the wall, he walked us further down the hallway and kicked open the next door.

A bed.

My back was instantly against the mattress, his fingers gripping hard against my hips and his c.o.c.k sliding up against my wetness. I'd never been so wet in my life. ”Ah, Lex...this feels...”

I squeezed my eyes shut. The way his feverish whispers fell against my ears and the way his hands gripped my hips desperately, was too intense. Too beautiful to even watch. The way he slid his heaviness over me, it was too beautiful to feel. The sensation curled and spiraled in my core and a strange heat bloomed out heavy in my chest. Over and over, he rocked his hips slowly against me, brus.h.i.+ng his erection over me, teasingly.

”Open those gorgeous eyes, Lex,” he said, sliding his fingers under my chin and angling my face up toward him until I opened my eyes. His jaw tightened as he paused his movements then slowly sank the head of his c.o.c.k between my thighs. ”So G.o.dd.a.m.n wet,” he whispered as he raised himself up on one arm and tilted his gaze down between us to watch. I arched up and cried out into his chest as he pushed himself deeper inside me. His low gasp in my ear as he thrust into me made the edges of my vision blur. I couldn't remember a time when the feel of a man filled me so much and so deeply. He leaned his head down into the crook of my neck and bit down softly with a slow ragged breath, then buried himself into me over and over again.

Words and grunts tumbled through our lips-the room filled with soft breaths, wet sounds, gasps, and delicious moans. He kissed me as deep as he f.u.c.ked me and with the same brutal intensity. I couldn't get enough of him, I needed him deeper and harder and faster and he gave it all to me.

A tight, uncontrollable ache began building inside me. It burned through my veins and spread across the skin of my thighs, tightening and tensing every muscle until it bit into every last nerve ending I had. Thick hands threaded through my hair and fisted it tightly, pulling my head back, his mouth devouring mine. Heat surged up through my lower belly and an intense wave of pleasure started building deep inside me. ”James,” I whispered frantically into his mouth. I was so close. So close to exploding around him. I pressed my fingertips deeper into his back and locked my ankles tightly around him.

”I feel you, Lex,” he said, slowing down his body into long, languid thrusts. That made it worse, the sensation of pleasure and hot-coiled need. It made me desperate to come, yet I lingered on the edge of it, feeling the spiraling ache get slowly bigger and bigger. ”Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come on my c.o.c.k,” he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice. His words tore at my flesh, knocked the wind out of me, making me utterly breathless. The sensation pulsed and throbbed and ached so intensely, tears welled at my eyes. It was never like this. Never like this.

My v.a.g.i.n.a literally exploded.

I clawed into his back and cursed out his name. And he didn't stop. No, he rode me through it, jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on mine, until my chest was ripped open and my heart was torn right out. He thrust in deep, hard strokes until I was tightening and contracting in insane pulses around him, and he was grinding his teeth and bucking violently above me, coming so hard and violently I came again.

We lay there, eyes fixed on each other, a long moment of silence stretching out between us. My heart rate slowed and my body calmed...our expressions probably identical. I never knew s.e.x could be like that. Something deep in my chest tingled; heat bloomed and spread out. Jameson hesitantly reached up and gently stroked his fingers through my hair. I crawled closer into him as he curled a strand of my hair around his finger. He slowly closed in and brushed his lips over mine. I'd never even been kissed like that before.

This wasn't going to end well, was it?

In three weeks, I was going to be absolutely head over heels in love with my boss and it was going to be completely one-sided.

15.

Jameson

”I hereby elect myself the supreme s.e.xual humpetarian. Ladies form one line, please. Let me show you how it should be done.” @Kavon #HumptasticMorning #FoundMyFavoritev.a.g.i.n.a #c.o.c.ksmith We slept in separate rooms the first night. I needed time away from her-from the s.e.xy smell of her skin and the taste of her lips. I watched television until midnight. I even read all the tourism brochures that were placed in the desk drawers. All while holding her fantasy list in my hand and remembering the way her body tightened and loosened around me as she came. The scene was on instant replay in my mind the whole night. I felt her list crumple inside my fist, my face a tight mask of what the f.u.c.k just happened. I can still hear her small gasps and breathy moans in my head, I can still see the shocked looked on her face after she came-and the way she covered herself with the sheets self-consciously afterward. The worst was the G.o.dd.a.m.n pang in my chest when I left her in bed, and how I stumbled out of that room, lips tight, shoulders tense, sharp inhales-wondering where the h.e.l.l I just lost control of this entire situation.

I'd slept with a lot of women.

A lot.

Not one of those experiences could come close to what I just had with Lexa.

Not one.

That was some heavy s.h.i.+t. So heavy, I decided the best thing to do was fill the next day with a bunch of touristy things for honeymooners to try to get my d.i.c.k to stop thinking it was going to permanently move in to Lexa.

That plan fell to c.r.a.p, because no matter where we went or what we did, I couldn't keep my d.a.m.ned hands off her. The way she smiled up at me and the touch of her soft lips on mine-one small touch, just one small look, and I instantly felt it ache in my groin.

By the afternoon, I was s.e.xually frustrated and the locals were warning us about a small storm. Lexa didn't even bat her lashes; she dipped her feet into the lapping waters of the ocean and waited for the swell of the storm.

When the skies suddenly opened up and it finally rained, she spread out her arms and twirled in the downpour. With her blouse instantly soaked with rain, she held her head back and laughed. I watched, sipping a beer. I've never known anyone else like her. We made our way back over the rainy beach to our villa and she twirled the whole way, kicking up the soft, wet sand.

”Do you want to shower before dinner?” she asked me, rain-soaked and smiling as we walked through the balcony doors.

”No,” I said.

”Couples ma.s.sage?”

”No,” I repeated, stepping closer to her. The wet fabric of the s.h.i.+rt clung to her skin, her dark hair wildly plastered in thick, wet strands across her cheeks.

Her eyes questioned me, fixing on me, wondering. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and the rain pounded down over our heads, drumming noisily into the slats of the roof. But, looking at her soaked body, it suddenly didn't feel cool any longer. No. Instead, a slow, thick electric sort of charge heated up around us.

She wiped the wet hair off her face to get a better look at me. ”You okay, Jameson?” She stepped past me and smiled. Her s.h.i.+rt was completely see-through now; her rose tipped nipples peeking out had me gritting my teeth.

”Number one,” I said darkly.

Her steps faltered. She looked at me over her shoulder with wide eyes. ”Number one?” she asked no louder than a whisper. s.h.i.+t, she was scared. Why did she always feel so insecure? She was confident in everything else but this.

”Bed. Now.” My words were curt. Demanding.

There was no hesitation. She went.

I tore off my suit jacket. It splattered damply to the floor. Quickly, I unb.u.t.toned my s.h.i.+rt and loosened my tie. I was going to use the tie.

The tie and my belt.

And a pocketknife.

I was going to make her know exactly how her body-her s.e.xuality-could make a man feel.

She was standing at the foot of the bed when I walked in after her. She looked lost, shoulders trembling, water dripping from her hair.

”Lay down. Stretch your hands over your head.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, yet she did exactly as I said.

I quickly buckled my belt around her wrists, pinning them together, and then tied the belt to the frame of the bed. I couldn't hide my smile when the sound of her breathing quickened into heavy, whispered gasps or when her thighs rubbed together and squeezed.

Man, she was beautiful. Soft and smooth, flawed yet perfect. Perfect.

Her back arched slightly and her s.h.i.+rt rode up. The smooth expanse of her stomach peeked out and the muscles of her arms and legs defined themselves sharply just under her skin as she strained with tension. Crimson streaks crawled out across her cheeks, and her belly and chest rose and fell heavily with the excited rhythm of her breathing.

She wasn't just beautiful-she was absolutely stunning.

Pulling open the blade of my knife, I hovered over her and slid it carefully between my teeth, biting down.

Slowly, I unb.u.t.toned her s.h.i.+rt and pulled the wet material away from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s shuddered and trembled. Her pink nipples puckered and hardened. Then I slid her skirt slowly over the curve of her hips and thighs. Her small, gasping breaths filled the room. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut.

”Don't close your eyes,” I said, deliberately running my index finger from the tip of her chin to the indent of her belly b.u.t.ton. ”Watch me look at you. Watch my eyes and feel them. Feel how beautiful I think you are.” I swallowed hard as I circled her belly with the pad of my fingertips. ”Enjoy your pleasure. It's okay to like it. To want it.”