Never Be the Same

by A. Aubry

  The next twenty minutes were spent taking so many pictures that I thought I was going to see the flash of the camera for at least a few more hours. Joy and Hannah even got to be in a few of the pictures and it only felt fitting since the night that he proposed we were babysitting them. The last of the pictures were taken and Mackenzie, Ray, Joy, and Hannah packed up and said they would see us at the apartment.

  Once we were alone again, I slowly walked back over to where Jameson was standing, “So, you’re a married man, Jameson. Does it feel any different?”

  He looked at me as his hands grabbed onto my hips, “It feels better than I ever could have imagined, Mrs. Barnes.”

  “Oo, I like the sound of that, Mr. Barnes.”

  “I need a few private minutes with my wife. Do you think she would agree to that?” Jameson smirked as he raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Hmm, a few private minutes? I think she would be up for it under one condition,” I smiled slyly.

  He brushed his lips against mine, “What’s the condition?”

  Bringing my hand up to the back of his head, I tangled my fingers in his hair and brought his ear down to my mouth, “My husband has to make me come.”

  Jameson all but groaned, “I can definitely make that happen.”

  In a hurry, Jameson grabbed my hand and led me through the building. A limousine was waiting to take us back to the penthouse. To say that it was the same limousine that had taken me here was a stretch because I saw the outside for all of five seconds before I was blindfolded. The surprise to me was when Christopher came out of the driver’s side door and opened the back door for us. I was so used to seeing him drive the town car that I was not expecting him to be driving this.

  “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes,” he smiled as he held the door open.

  “You can still call me Bri, Christopher,” I answered before climbing into the back of the limo.

  Jameson said something quietly to him before handing him a few folded-up bills. Christopher was more of a salary employee for Jameson, just like his pilot, his flight attendant, and his other staff in all the other cities. He must have been bribing him to take the long way back. That, or he was bribing him to blast the music at the front of the limo because I could be pretty loud. Soon, Jameson was sliding in beside me and Christopher closed the door behind him. Christopher appeared at the front of the vehicle before Jameson rolled up the heavily tinted privacy screen.

  “Now, about that orgasm,” Jameson said nonchalantly.

  I pursed my lips and looked down at my dress. It was going to take me forever to get out of this thing then into it all over again. There were so many buttons on top of the zipper that I didn’t want Jameson to fumble with it all.

  “I’m going to make it a little game for you,” I started, Jameson’s eyebrows immediately shooting up in surprise, “You can take me out of this dress later. Right now, it has to stay on because it is a bitch to get on and off.”

  “And how the hell am I supposed to get around that skirt?”

  “Like this,” I said matter-of-factly before lifting up my skirt around my waist, bunching it up slightly before sliding off my lacey white panties.

  Jameson’s mouth fell open for a few seconds before he shook his head and got to undressing himself. His suitcoat ended up at the far end of the limo while he kept his shirt on but completely unbuttoned. I licked my lips as he stripped himself of his dress slacks, shoes, and boxers. He kneeled down on the floor in front of where I sat and I instinctively opened my legs wide for him.

  “Is my wife ready to be fucked?” He growled as he pumped his hand up and down his already hard cock.

  Smiling innocently, I reached my hand in between my thighs and rubbed my clit in a few small circles before plunging my fingers into me, “Oh, yes. I’d say that she is very fucking ready.”

  Jameson groaned and pulled out my fingers, instantly putting them into his mouth as he licked them clean. I moaned softly as I watched him, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. When he eased my hand out from between his lips, his eyes were dark with lust and I wanted everything that he could give me.

  Grabbing hold of his cock once more, he ran the tip from my entrance to my clit and back again, “This pussy is all mine.”

  I nodded slowly, my mouth falling open at his declaration, “Yes, it is all yours for as long as we both shall live.”

  He leaned forward, kissing me roughly, “Should I fuck your pussy hard?”

  “Yes, please. Give it to me so fucking hard, baby.”

  Jameson didn’t need anymore encouragement as he slammed his cock into me to the hilt. I screamed out in pleasure, one of my hands holding up the skirt of my dress while my other gripped onto Jameson. No matter how rough Jameson was giving it to me, and no matter how much lust was burning in his eyes, I could still see the love that he had for me when he looked at me. Every thrust came in hard and fast and I could feel myself already dripping even wetter than I was before. I looked down between us and watched as his cock slid into me easily with each thrust. Biting my lip, I laid my head back against the seat and moaned, begging for him to go faster.

  My orgasm tore through me at such an incredible speed that I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jameson would have told me later that I stopped breathing. My eyes rolled back and my mouth went slack as I gave into the release that Jameson was giving me. Jameson groaned as he leaned into me and captured my lips with his. When I was back to the land of the living, Jameson pulled his cock out of me. He grinned before burying his face between my thighs and using his tongue to clean me up. I moaned as his tongue ran all over the apex of my thighs. Abruptly, he sat back up, his chin glistening.

  “Jay, you got a little something right here,” I teased as I pointed to my chin.

  He ran his index finger over his chin, cleaning off the juices before popping his finger into his mouth, “Shit, that is delicious.”

  Without a second thought, I launched myself onto Jameson, tackling him onto the floor of the limo. I kissed his lips hard and ran my tongue along his lower lip, catching a little taste of my arousal on his mouth.

  “You are right, that is delicious,” I admitted before kissing him again.

  Jameson lifted my skirt back up to my waist before plunging his cock back into me. Gathering my skirt up in my arms with a groan, I sat up and began to ride Jameson like I had never rode him before. I had a thirst deep down inside of me that needed to be quenched, I needed all of him and so much more. Jameson reached back to where his pants where lying on up on the bench and pulled out his phone.

  “If you are going to watch that video while I’m fucking you, we have some major issues,” I panted as I picked up the speed.

  There had been many times in the past week that I had gone to Jameson’s club to surprise him with dinner only to find him jacking off to the sex tape that we had made a week before. Luckily, I would always get there before he was finished so that I could finish him off in person. I had been working longer shifts at the hospital to make up for taking time off for our honeymoon which was also a surprise from Jameson. We both were pulling twelve-hour days and by the time that we got together, being physical was one of the top two things that we needed to do before we went to bed. I think I was a little proud of myself that just a video recording of us fucking could get Jameson off.

  “No, I’m not watching the video. I’m going to make a new one. Our first fuck as husband and wife,” Jameson grunted as he held the phone steady, focusing it on where our bodies were connecting.

  “Technically, this is our second fuck,” I giggled before a long drawn out moan came out.

  “First full session then,” he reminded me.

  I rolled my eyes and went back to riding him, knowing that I was already close to another orgasm. Jameson’s free hand reached in between us and rubbed my clit, a small squeal coming out of me at the pressure.

  “God, look at that pussy taking that cock,” Jameson growled as he pressed his thumb a litt
le harder against my clit.

  “Oh, fuck. Just like that Jay, rub my clit,” I screamed.

  He did as he was told, fast little circles with just the right amount of pressure were going around and around on my clit. Bunching my skirt in my hands, I squeezed it hard as I called out Jameson’s name and came harder than my first orgasm. I stilled on top of him, riding out my orgasm, as Jameson began to pound into me from below.

  “Shit—shit, I just keep coming!” I called out.

  Finally, Jameson slowed down and stopped, letting me catch my breath. He pointed the camera up at me, a wide smile on his face, “My wife looks thoroughly well fucked.”

  I took a deep breath and shook my head, “She won’t be well fucked until her husband comes inside of her.”

  “You want my cum, baby?”

  “I want it to fill me all up,” I leaned towards the camera, giving it a nice shot of my cleavage in my dress.

  Jameson kept the phone fixated on my breasts as he sat up, “Will you let me film my cum dripping out of your wet pussy?”

  I giggled and kissed his lips, “Whatever turns you on, baby.”

  “Jesus, you are better than a fucking porn star.”

  “Have you had many of those?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Just on my computer screen before I met you,” he admitted.

  A single knock came from the privacy screen and my head shot up. It didn’t go down, and there was only the one knock. Jameson leaned down and kissed the tops of my breasts.

  “I told him to do that when we got close to home. We only have time for one more position before we get there.”

  Taking his phone out of his hands, I got off of him and then leaned my torso over the bench, sticking my ass out for him, “Better get started then, Jay.”

  With my dress tucked under my chest, Jameson easily pushed his cock into me. I turned his camera to rear-facing so that it would record my face as he fucked me and Jameson in the background. Immediately, our pace was set into a frenzy as hard thrust after insanely hard thrust came from Jameson. I was really hoping and praying that Christopher couldn’t hear anything because I was screaming and moaning louder than I had ever been before.

  “Jameson, I’m gonna fucking come. You better fucking come with me,” I demanded as he pulled on my hair.

  “Holy shit, I’m gonna fill up you up so good,” he groaned.

  Within seconds, we were both exploding with our orgasms. My moans weren’t even as loud as Jameson’s grunting over and over as his cum spurted into me. I collapsed against the bench as he continued releasing into me. His hand reached around me for the phone, which I willingly gave up. He slowly pulled out of me, probably for dramatic effect, before I could feel his hot breath on the backs of my legs.

  “Fuck, this should be on porn sites everywhere.”

  “The rule is, Jameson, that is for you only. Otherwise, no more videos will be made,” I warned sleepily.

  Jameson sighed, pretending to be disappointed, “I know.”

  Enough strength came back for me to flip over, spreading my legs for my husband. His eyes widened as he took in the sight. I looked down and sure enough, more of his cum was coming out. Using my fingers, I wiped some of it up and brought it to my mouth. He got to taste me, so it was only fair that I got to taste him. His mouth fell open as he watched me lick my fingers clean before two loud raps came from the privacy screen.

  “We’re home,” Jameson smiled as he leaned in and kissed me gently.

  I took his phone from him and pointed it at me, “Now, future Jameson, call your wife. I’m sure she needs release just as much as you do.”

  Jameson laughed and tried to get the phone away from me but I struggled to give it back, “Hey, give it back.”

  “Mr. Barnes, you need to learn to use your manners,” I giggled.

  He wrapped me up in his arms and brought his lips close to mine, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I closed the distance between our lips.

  As our kiss began to get carried away, as it usually did, three knocks came from the privacy screen and I had never had Jameson jump away from me as quickly as he did at that sound. I giggled to myself as he quickly put on his boxers and dress slacks before tossing me my panties. Slipping them on, I watched as Jameson quickly buttoned up his shirt.

  “I don’t know, Jay, you should really go to the party shirtless,” I emphasized my teasing with an exaggerated wink.

  “You can see this later,” he explained before sliding his shoes on just as Christopher was opening the door.

  I could barely look Christopher in the eye when Jameson helped me out of the car. I wasn’t exactly sure what he heard or if he knew what was all going on in the backseat, and I really didn’t want to know. Our guests were ready and waiting for us, and the rest of the night was spent celebrating mine and Jameson’s love. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that I was head over heels for the man of my dreams.

  Chapter Eighteen

  For the last few days, Jameson and I had been enjoying our honeymoon in beautiful Mykonos, Greece. Just yet another one of the places in the world that I had really wanted to see. We were spending the rest of the week here before flying back to the states and going back to Los Angeles for some promotional thing for Club Roma. It had become one of the biggest hot spots in the city and magazines and news stations were begging for interviews of the owners. Zander and Peter refused to do any press without Jameson there because he was one of the owners as well. Since I had taken two weeks off for our honeymoon, and then helping Jameson get everything ready for The Green Room’s second theme night, we figured we could pop over to Los Angeles for a few days.

  As far as The Green Room went, the first theme night that they threw was a massive hit. Jameson said that the nightly earnings that night were through the roof. I guess it paid to have someone in your life who knew that people still loved everything about the nineties. The one that would be taking place the weekend after we got back from our honeymoon was going to be masquerade themed. I could already see Jameson in a pitch-black mask that emphasized his amazing chocolate brown eyes, and the image that I was conjuring up was sexy as fuck.

  But for now, we were enjoying our time together for our first official week as husband and wife. Well, that was until I hurt myself as we were coming down the many stairs that led down to the house that we had rented right on the beach. We had the most spectacular views of both the Mediterranean and the Aegean seas. We were coming back from dinner at one of the cozy little restaurants that we found nearby when I stepped down wrong from the previous step and rolled my ankle. That was when my hero of a husband quickly grabbed me up in his arms to keep me from falling down the rest of the stairs.

  “Here we go,” Jameson said softly as we finally arrive back at the house that we were staying in.

  He easily opened the door with one hand and closed it behind us. How the hell he could do that always astonished me. I could barely open any doors with two hands available sometimes.

  “I bet you didn’t realize that you married such a klutz,” I rolled my eyes at myself as Jameson carried me into the living room and set me down gently on one of the couches that faced the beach.

  “Baby, I’ve seen you trip over absolutely nothing. I think I had a feeling pretty early on.”

  Jameson chuckled at his joke as I playfully hit his arm. Sitting beside me, Jameson lifted my leg onto his lap and slipped off my sandal. I watched as he carefully examined my ankle and foot to assess the damage. From what I could see, it was a little swollen. But that wasn’t anything that a little elevation and ice wouldn’t fix.

  “Well, the good news is…I think you’re going to live,” Jameson smirked at me before brushing his lips against the top of my foot to the inside of my ankle, “The bad news is…I think that you should stay off of it the rest of the night.”

  “But, what about our late-night swims?” I pouted.

  Jameson shook his head, “No late-night swim for y
ou tonight.”

  I sighed and leaned back against the arm of the couch. That was one of the many special things that Jameson and I got to enjoy on this trip. We had our own private beach and every night around ten o’clock, we’d venture out to the beach and swim. Whether or not it was a skinny-dipping kind of night was decided on a whim. Most times, it was.

  “Well, I was going to talk to you about this later during our late-night swim, but I guess we could talk about it now,” I started, playing with the hem of my shirt nervously.

  His head cocked to the side as he watched my fingers twirl my shirt around and around, “What is it?”

  Over the last several days, I had been thinking about the family portion of mine and Jameson’s relationship. I knew that I wanted kids and I had a feeling that Jameson felt the same way, but I just didn’t know when he wanted that. If it was sooner rather than later then I would have to get off my birth control. If it was later, then I would have to find a way to refill my prescription by the end of next week or else I would run out. How exactly do you broach that idea with someone without sounding like you are rushing them into things?

  “You said you wanted a family with me, right?” I asked.

  “Oh my god—are you pregnant?”

  I laughed quietly, “Baby, I had wine at dinner with you. If I were pregnant, that would be a big no-no.”

  “Damn, had my heart racing for a second there,” he playfully covered his heart.

  “Would it have been a bad thing if I was?”

  “No—I mean—I would love to have kids with you, whenever you want to have kids. I’m going to be thirty next year, I’m ready for a family at any time.”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…when we should start trying to have a baby. My birth control runs out after next week, or, I talked to my doctor and he said that I should be okay to stop it now.”