Page 8 of Dangerously Tempting
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, torn between pulling away and pushing myself back onto his thick cock. His grip on my hips leaves the choice out of my hands as he rocks into me again and again, sinking deeper with each thrust until he’s fully seated and he’s pressed against my ass. “Holy shit. Are you God’s favorite or what?”
He thrusts forward and somehow sinks even deeper and I see stars. It’s a cross between pain and pleasure and his hands are the only thing that keeps me from squirming away. “Fuck, that smart-ass mouth of yours. You can just tell me you like how well my cock fills you.”
I can’t help but wiggle against him a bit. “Hell yes, I do. I love the way your cock fills me up.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s pulling back to slam into me and the sound that leaves my throat is one I’ve never made before. “Take it, then,” he grinds out around his thrusts. “Let me fill this pussy up until you’re screaming my name as you come. Squeeze it so tight you pull out every drop of cum I’ve got for you.”
“Yes. Yes!” I chant as he pounds into me. Feelings become so intense it’s like an out-of-body experience. He reaches around me and rubs his thumb on my clit, and I detonate. “Jameson! Oh, fuck!” Tears stream down my cheeks as I practically sob into the comforter as the best orgasm I’ve ever had rocks through my body.
He lets out a string of curses behind me, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic, and then he’s groaning his own release with the sexiest sound that’s ever graced my ears. His hands fall to the bed on each side of me, and we sit there for a moment, catching our breath as he presses kisses across my back.
Christ, this man. I already want more of him, even though I don’t know if I can handle it.
When he pushes up and slowly pulls out of me, I’m left feeling incredibly empty. For some reason more tears burn my eyes and I blink hard, trying to force them away. These are different from the ones summoned by the overwhelming amount of pleasure, and I try to subtly wipe them away as he walks across the room to dispose of the condom.
I push up to sitting as he turns to come back across the room, his brows immediately furrowing as he gets a look at my face. He searches me top to bottom as he crosses the space between us and sits down beside me before scooping me up and depositing me onto his lap. I squeak at the unexpected action, clinging to his shoulders, but his gaze doesn’t even waver at the sound as his eyes flick back and forth between my own.
“Something’s wrong. What is it?”
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Jameson
Playlist: "Shadows of the Night," Pat Benatar
I know that something is off. Something has shifted between the moment we climaxed and this one. Her shoulders are high and close to her ears, like she’s closing herself away from me, and I immediately want to slam through those walls again. I can see her guard go up even more at my question. Before she gets too settled into denying me and being defiant, I run my hand up the back of her neck and dig my fingers into the jet black strands at her nape, tugging just enough that she can’t look away from my gaze.
“If something I did triggered this, I need you to tell me right now so it doesn’t happen again, Amelia.” She tries to look away from me despite my grip in her hair. I tug her head back a bit more so she’s forced to meet my gaze. She swallows hard, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes for a moment before they open to meet mine again.
“I don’t think it was anything you did. I just,” she sighs again, shrugging, and I let go of her hair, reaching down to pull her legs so she’s straddling me, so that I can pull her closer to me. Her emotional turmoil tugs at something in me. I find myself rubbing my hands up and down her back to soothe her.
“You just what?” I ask, hoping that she’ll let me in. We know practically nothing about each other, but fuck if I can fight this pull. The urge I have to fix whatever is happening with her emotionally is unexpected, but something I can deal with if she allows me to.
“I just suddenly felt… overwhelmed? I don’t know if that’s the right word.”
I can’t fight the edges of my lips curling up, because I suddenly know exactly what’s happening here. I dig my fingers into her hair again, rubbing at her scalp, and she leans into my touch, her lips parting as she enjoys the touch. It’s easily one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. “Your response is completely normal. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, kitten.”
“Kitten?” she questions, her nose scrunching up in distaste. I can’t help but laugh, pulling her head to rest on my shoulder as I continue to rub her scalp.
“Yes, as in my sex kitten.” She scoffs, and I tickle her side lightly with my free hand so she squirms against me. “I meant it as a compliment. My dick could write sonnets about that sweet pussy of yours.”
She groans and nips at my shoulder like she’s mad at me, but I can feel her blush heat her cheeks against my bare shoulder. My whole body tenses at her attention, and I fight to stay focused. “You’re too much,” she mumbles.
“What I mean is that you gave me control. You let go for a bit but as soon as it was over you felt that weight on your shoulders again. Your need for control. The need to do it yourself so it’s done right. All that stress slid right back into place.”
She’s silent for a while, her hands linked together behind my back as she unknowingly draws comfort from my closeness. I let her take what she needs and enjoy the feel of her, breathing in the smell of her shampoo as I press a kiss to the side of her head. Vanilla and something spicy. I can’t place the smell, but I could easily get addicted to it.
“Welp, I guess I’m just going to need you to fuck me constantly so that I don’t fall into another relapse.” She huffs a laugh, but I can tell it’s forced and not at all genuine. I squeeze her closer, my dick jumping to attention between us, and she gasps as she realizes what she felt.
“Don’t tempt me, kitten. As much as I’d love to stay buried inside of you, I’ve got a job to get back to, and so do you.” She nods against my shoulder, sighing almost sadly. I shift her back so I can look into her eyes again. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do it as many times as you want to tonight.”
She chuckles, shaking her head as a blush blooms across her cheeks again. She’s so feisty and usually has such quick comebacks, so it’s refreshing to catch her off guard and get this reaction from her instead. I like this soft side of her, but I want to explore every side of her that I can get tonight.
“So the question is, do you want to shower now, or after you ride my cock until we both come again?” Her eyes darken, and I know her answer before she even closes the distance between us to press her lips to mine.
Playlist: "Need You Tonight," INXS
Watching the transition from clean cut, nicely dressed, and proper to wearing my button up shirt that barely conceals the boxer briefs I gave her beneath it and the messy bun currently perched on top of her head has been… eye opening, to say the least. She’s like a gem with multiple facets that you’ll only catch under a certain light, and I’m thoroughly enjoying that she’s comfortable enough around me to let herself be the vibrant creature she is.