by Jessa James
I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.
“Fuck! Jameson, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.
“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.
“Jameson, please,” I say, arching my back as far as I can.
“You’re going to have to tell me,” he says tauntingly.
I bite my lip just as he blows lightly on my clit.
“I want you to eat my… eat my pussy,” I say, going red as I say the words.
“Good girl.” He grins before he lowers himself to my flesh.
His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.
“Oh god. Oh, Jameson!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.
I don’t want to come, not like this. Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“I want to taste you,” I say, breathless. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.
“What about you? Don’t you want to come?” he asks, even as he unbuckles his trousers and I slip completely out of the dress.
“I want you to feel good first… and then I want us to come together,” I say.
When he unzips and shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache that throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.
I reach for him, but he stops me.
“How about a little dessert?” he asks, and pulls a can of whipped cream up from its hiding place on the floor.
“Yesss,” I say, my excitement growing by the moment.
He spread the cool sticky slickness across my breasts—and along his shaft. He straddles my chest and takes my hands in his.
“Press your tits together,” he encourages me. “They’re already so fucking hot, you know that?”
I blush, eagerly pressing my breasts together. As soon as I do, he slides his cock between my breasts, the tip reaching to my mouth. I lick and suck at him like a starving creature. The heat of his length between my breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste in a way that is intoxicating.
He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He rises up, brushes my hands away from my breasts, leans down and kisses me. He laps up every last bit of the cream, from my lips to my swollen nipples.
“Every part of you tastes so good,” he whispers. I want to tell him the same, but my jaw aches and my lips are numb from sucking on just the couple of inches he gave me.
Standing up, he stretches briefly.
I laugh. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck you properly,” he says. “I gotta stay flexible, you know?”
His grin is infectious. I grin right back at him, crooking a finger. “Come here.”
Jameson climbs on the bed, looming over me.
When he penetrates me, I am shockingly tight. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
“Yes, yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me. Please, Jameson.”
He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He takes his time, sliding in and out of my pussy oh so slowly.
When he teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me, I struggle and demand that he go deep. Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.
“Jameson, yes! Oh, please don’t stop.”
I am so wet it is almost unbelievable. He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.
“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”
I bite my lip, and he switches our positions. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.
He moves his hands to my hips.
“Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”
I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.
“Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down, hard, onto him. I throw my head back and call out.
My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. It’s perfect, the two of us moving as one, our breathing harsh. My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like silk underneath my fingertips. My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.
My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.
“Look at me,” he tells me.
I open my eyes and he can tell I am close.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his dark eyes intense on mine.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my breath coming in gasps.
He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control — and my nipples are once again aligned with his face.
He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my chest in marks that I knew would darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.
My legs are locked around him, his lap soaking with my juices.
“I—” I gasp out. “I’m going to come…”
He can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as the heat of my insides clench. It is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with me. When he explodes inside of me, I scream out loud.
“Fuck! Emma, fuck,” he whispers.
I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.
Jameson lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhaust body.
I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.
“Fuck,” he says softly, making eye contact with me.
I can’t help but laugh a little. “What?”
“Just… I was going to do this later, after I had ask your father…” He sits up, searching the floor. “I can’t wait, though. Not with you.”
I raise myself up on one elbow, cocking my head. “What are you talking about?”
Jameson pulls on his boxer briefs and keeps searching, though I can’t for the life of me figure out what he’s looking for. He finally finds his discarded pants, fishing something out.
When he turns to me, he says, “You’re going to want to be sitting up for this.”
I sit up, grabbing a pillow to put in my lap. “I’m sorry, for what exactly?”
Then Jameson drops to one knee, a solemn look on his face. I’m completely confused for a second, until he flashes me a little black velvet ring box. My hands fly to my mouth, and I look at him.
He opens the box with a snap. Inside a perfect diamond glints, an emerald cut set with baguette diamonds beside it. I can’t even process it.
“What??” I whisper. “Oh, Jameson…”
He shushes me. “Shh, let me do this properly. Emma Alderisi, you’ve known for years what I’ve only recently come to realize. We were meant to be together. I know it in my soul. You’re smart, and kind, and you always have my back. Will you also take my last name?”
I’m so astonish, my mouth just hangs agape. Jameson gives me a smile, my favorite one that is part dimple, and asks the question.
“Emma, will you marry me?”
My eyes well up, and I have to fan myself as I nod. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”
He pulls the ring from the box, motioning for me to give him my hand. I do, tears beginning to roll down my face. He is all smiles as he puts the ring on me.
I launch myself off the bed and into his arms, knocking him over on the floor. He laughs out loud, a truly delighted sound. Then he can’t do anything but grin as I cover his entire face with kisses.
“I love you,” I say, feverishly kissing his lips.
He tries to say something back, probably I love you too. But I’m not listening, not even one little bit. This man, this wonderful man who just makes my entire world complete, has many more kisses to receive.
And I happen to be the lucky girl that gets to deliver them.
26
Emma
I sigh, turning over to look at Jameson. It’s really late, or maybe really early. The street lamp outside casts its glow onto his face, the blinds on the window causing it to fall in little stripes.
The light catches my engagement ring as I turn, throwing rainbows on the bed. I bite my lip. I’m still not used to the idea of belonging to him, or of wearing his ring.
I scrunch up my face at the ring. Not that anyone could possibly make me take it off or anything… but I have to wonder what Asher will say. Or my parents.
Or anyone, really. I mean, I haven’t tried to not tell anyone. It’s just been a challenge to leave the bedroom for the last couple of days. Every time I get up, Jameson pulls me back in with a lure that works every time.
I blush, recalling all the hours of hot, sweaty sex. And it’s Jameson — realistically, the sex could just be okay and I would still be thrilled that he finally chose me. The fact that he put a ring on it was just…
I don’t even have the words to explain to anyone else how fucking elated I am. If you asked thirteen year old me how she saw things playing out between Jameson and me, I really don’t think she would’ve come up with this as a scenario. That’s how in awe I am of it.
But I’m still worried. Worried about how Asher will react, that it will go beyond just a lot of yelling. Worried that my parents will scare Jameson off somehow.
I sigh again, and Jameson cracks open an eye. “Are you sighing passive aggressively at me, or actually worried about something?”
I turn pink. “Ohhh, sorry! No, I’m not being passive aggressive. I didn’t realize you could hear me.”
He opens his eyes a little further, moving to sit up. “What’s on your mind, oh wife to be?”
“You won’t like it.”
“I’m already awake at four in the morning. Obviously it’s enough to keep you tossing and turning even after hours of sex. So how about you just tell me what it is?”
I look down at the bed, tracing a figure eight in the sheets. “I uh… I’m more than a little worried about what Asher will do when he finds out. I mean… I just don’t want anything else to come between us, you know?”
His brow puckers. “You’re worried that he will do something that makes me not want to marry you?”
“No. Well, maybe. I don’t know.” I refuse to look up at him, even though I can feel his eyes on my face.
He scoots closer, using two fingers to lift up my chin. I stare at his black-brown eyes, so perplexed with me at this moment.
“What would he do? I can’t imagine a single thing that Asher could do that would change how I feel in here.” He taps his chest. “I know that I’ve let you down before—”
My eyes well up and my lip starts to tremble. “You guys have so much history together… how can I hope to overcome that?”
He smiles. “You have overcome it. That’s what you don’t understand, I think. I’m in it, Em. I am in this, with you, forever. End of story.”
“Jameson—” I whisper, a tear breaking free to track down my face. I love what he is saying, but I’m afraid at the same time. “Don’t say it. I don’t think you mean it, not all the way. What if— what if my parents are horrible and nasty to you? What if Asher won’t ever talk to you again? What if—”
I break off, stifling a sob. Jameson wipes away the tear from my face and ever so gently kisses my lips.
“Shh,” he says, comforting me. “I know I hurt you. And I wish like hell every single day that I hadn’t. I just… I realized that you were right.”
I’m actively just sobbing in his arms now. When I speak, it comes out all strangled, and broken up by hiccups. “I.. I was?”
He pushes my hair back off my forehead. “Yes. You asked when I was going to be done owing Asher. It didn’t quite sink in then, but later… I realized that you were right. I get the feeling that you’re almost always right about things like that.”
I snuggle in closer to his neck, getting a big lungful of his scent. I try to calm down as much as possible. “Oh.”
He kisses the crown of my head. I try to reconcile what Jameson has just told me with the turmoil that’s been in my head recently, but it’s tough. I burrow even deeper against Jameson’s neck, my eyelids growing heavy.
I must have drifted off, because the next thing I know, I’m blinking against the midmorning light. Jameson is nowhere to be seen, but when I put my hand out, his spot in the bed is still warm. I sit up, a little disoriented.
Jameson comes in with two mugs of coffee. He’s dressed in nothing but his boxer briefs, and for a second I wonder how in the hell I got so lucky.
I mean, this is the man that is supposedly going to bring me coffee every day for the rest of my frigging life. It doesn’t seem true, but somehow it’s happening to me anyway.
“Here,” he says, handing me a mug. He sits down beside me, and I look at my coffee. It’s steaming, the color of thick mud, and it smells friggin amazing.
“You’re up and awake,” I say, eyeing him suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I just woke up before you. And I was thinking about what you said last night, that you were still stressed about telling your brother.”
I nod, blowing on my coffee before taking a too-hot sip.
“Yep. It is literally keeping me awake at night.”
He takes a deep breath. “Well, I think we should just tell him. Get it over with.”
I glance at him, a little worried. “You do? I mean, I didn’t mean to infect you with my worries.”
Jameson splays his big hand out over my knee. “Your worries are my worries now. And besides, hiding our relationship from him is childish.”
I suck my lower lip in between my teeth, thinking it over. “I mean, you are absolutely right. But it just seems so hard. Like… I would just rather avoid it, if at all possible. Just bury myself under the covers with you forever, and never come out.”
His dimple flashes. “Yeah, I’d prefer that too. But that’s not a real option, so… it’s better if we just get it out of the way. I mean, assuming you’re going to come with me. I don’t know if I would, if I were you.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course I’m going to come with you. I think that it will lessen your chances of brawling on the street, anyway.”
“Hey, the only time I’ve really done that was for you,” he says, but I can tell he’s joking.
“Have I told you thank you yet?” I ask, moving forward just enough to kiss his shoulder. “I appreciate it.”
“Remember that feeling, because I think we should go to Cure right now. I texted Asher to find out where he will be, and he’s apparently doing inventory over there as we speak.”
I blanch, even though I know that this is something that we have to do. I sigh. “Thus the coffee?”
“Yep.” He pats my knee. “Then afterward, we’ll do something fun. Like putt putt or go karts or something.”
I give him a look. “Can there be ice cream involved?”
He grins. “Every flavor you could possibly want.”
“Uuuugh, okay. I’ll get dressed.” I swat him on his butt as he gets up, taking just one more second
to appreciate how amazingly hot he is.
I drink my coffee as I get ready in a blue sundress. I’m nervous beyond words as Jameson drives us both over to Cure, staring off into the distance. I can’t help the thoughts that are filling my mind.
What will Asher say? It seems unlikely that he will surprise me by simply being okay with our newfound relationship.
I glance at Jameson. I’m honestly more worried about the effect that Asher’s words will have on him. Actually, worried is the wrong word. It’s more of a distinct note of dread.
Jameson says all the right things, about how he’s in this relationship for the long haul. But what if his heart isn’t in it after we confront Asher?
Jameson parks the back lot, and I take a deep breath. He leads me through the alley and up onto the patio, toward the shaded glass doors. He uses his keys and pulls the door open, waiting for me to go first.
I step in, blinking against the bright overhead lights. It’s a Saturday morning, so the bar is completely empty. There are cases and cases of liquor stacked on the bar, out of place.
“Hello?” I call out, trying not to let my voice shake.
Jameson gives my arm a squeeze, pushing past me. Asher’s blond head pokes out of the back office, frowning. “Jameson, hi. What are you doing here, Em?”
I clear my throat, trailing after Jameson. “I’m here with Jameson.”
Asher looks between Jameson and me, confused. “Okay?”
“We have something to tell you,” Jameson says, his expression unreadable. He seems already hardened, in preparation for whatever is about to go down.
Jameson reaches a hand over to me. I take it like it’s a lifeline and I’m drowning in the big, black sea.
“You—” Asher steps out of the office, looking pointedly at our clasped hands. “No. No way.”
He looks to Jameson, his expression demanding an explanation.
“We’re dating,” I blurt out. Jameson gives me a little side eye.
“Actually, we’re engaged,” Jameson says.
Asher seems stunned for a moment, his fists clenching. “Are you— is this a joke? This isn’t funny.”
