Page 14 of Sweet Surrender
I press my hands to his chest, letting him direct this moment. Jameson pulls back, leaving me gasping for breath before gesturing for me to get into position. A small grin plays on my lips. It’s been a while since this man has given in to his desires and truly taken over in the bedroom. Jameson stands and walks around me as I lean against the edge of the mattress, still on my knees.
Our size difference makes Jameson’s desires a little more difficult but I’ve found that I absolutely enjoy letting him take control. Like now. My heart beats a little faster when I can’t see Jameson.
“Hands on the mattress, babe.” Jameson reappears at my side as he hovers his arm over mine, his fingers tangling with mine. I curl mine around his as his other hand settles at the back of my neck. My head falls forward as he squeezes, demanding me to relax. My breathing slows as I lean forward more, my chest leaning over the side of the mattress.
Only then does Jameson steal back his hand and remove his touch from the back of my neck. Bereft of his touch, another moan pulls from my throat. My body lurches forward when he returns, lube sliding between my ass cheeks and rimming my hole. My fingers dig into the sheets as Jameson slowly starts to pump into my ass. A gentle hand on my waist keeps me from moving forward–not because I physically can’t move–but because the reminder of his touch tells me that he’s going to take care of me. That he’s going to take care of the both of us.
Not soon enough, I feel his cock pressing against my hole. His hands fall to either side of my chest as he uses the leverage of the bed to slide in. His forehead hits my shoulder when his hips meet my ass, his body still trembling with the emotions he’s holding onto.
“I love you so fucking much, Wyatt. I’m going to say it every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to speak, pulling out and then thrusting back in. This isn’t truly about pleasure. It’s about submission and letting him use me as he needs. All of the other times, it’s about exploration and sweetness and kisses.
This? It’s just raw, unfiltered passion.
Jameson pushes my back forward so that I’m resting against the mattress, my ass propped up in the air. He continues his ruthless path, the other hand digging into my waist as he uses me. His heavy breathing is the only thing I can hear as my orgasm nears.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock just right. Touch yourself, Wyatt. I need you to come with me.” Both of his hands move to grip my waist as he hits just the right spot. I wrap a hand around my neglected cock and start to stroke it, quickly timing it with each of Jameson’s thrusts. I smear the precum along my length, spurring me toward the finish line just as Jameson growls, unloading in my ass.
I follow seconds later, stuttering through my release. Jameson is still thrusting, the squelch of his cum with every plunge into my ass driving me over the edge again. My body jerks as pleasure shoots through me until I’m just a puddle of limbs.
“You’re perfect for me, Wyatt,” Jameson whispers as he places a kiss to the middle of my back before pulling out. I stay put, my boyfriend taking his time to clean me up before helping me onto the bed.
Not soon enough he’s wrapped around me, my head pressed against his chest. One of his legs is thrown over my side, Jameson unable to reach any lower but I don’t fucking care. Being held like this is everything.
“Jameson, I love you too but it’s more than just words. You’re my light and my rock. You know exactly what I need. You call my imperfections perfect. It makes me love you more.” The words are barely above a whisper as I try to catch my breath. We’re both slicked with sweat and in dire need of another shower but I don’t want to move from this spot.
Jameson tightens his arms around me. “I call them perfect because they are, Wyatt. You are perfect, no matter what anyone tells you, and not just because you give me sweets. Your heart is so big and you have so much room to love. You’re patient and go out of your way to make others comfortable. You’re selfless, Wyatt, and I don’t deserve you.”
Tears prick the edges of my eyes as he waits for me to look at him. The kiss he gives me is sweet and tender, the embrace promising me that this man will always be here for me.
“You do deserve me, Jay. You’re mine, remember?”
“Of course I am. Forever and always.”
Chapter 15
THE NEXT MORNING
JAMESON
Wyatt won’t tell me what the surprise is. All I know is that I’m fucking salivating for something sweet while fielding calls from Reggie. There’s been a few texts as he pleads for me to call him but I’m not doing that either. Gramps left a message that Reggie left soon after we did last night and that staying apart for the time being is better than trying to resolve things.
I wholeheartedly agree.
Axel hasn’t checked in but I don’t expect him to. His girlfriend is probably doing damage control the same way I did with Wyatt. I’m glad he has someone in all this mess.
“Got a moment?” Eugene peeks his head into my office, not waiting for my answer before slipping in and closing the door behind him. “Before I say anything else, I’m not happy Kylie brought you that portfolio. It’s a huge conflict of interest. However, I know you’re an honorable son of a bitch and a damn good auditor. That account is a fucking shit show. Those extra files wouldn’t have been caught if you and Kylie hadn't been as meticulous as you were.”
He plops into the chair in front of my desk and I just stare at him. “I was hoping that it wasn’t that bad. Reggie isn’t that horrible of a person but money isn’t his thing. He shouldn’t be anywhere near that. Hell, none of those guys should be.”
“Exactly. Apparently, it’s just a fronting company for something else. It’s not actually pulling in much money at all and what money it does drag in isn’t from car sales. I called the CEO this morning to let him know that we’ll no longer be working with their account but I had to report it. They’re going to be investigated.”
I sigh as I lean back in my chair and thread my fingers together behind my head. “And you’re giving me a heads up because I know Reggie and they’ll want to talk to me.”
“Absolutely. In a way, Reggie saved your ass by going to me. You didn’t officially touch that portfolio and while you did some research, your name isn’t anywhere on any of those documents. You dodged a bullet, James.”
I don’t feel like I did. I feel like my entire life is about to implode. “What happens now?” I know what happens now. Reggie is going to find someone at his place of business, asking a bunch of questions in the next week. Depending on how deeply ingrained the fraud is, he and his friends are going to be hurting for years. My real question is what was the point?