The woman was incendiary.
And his plan to take things slow had gone up in smoke.
Kennedy’s hands went to the hem of his tee and he had no choice but to sit forward so she could pull it over his head. Unfortunately, this meant he’d lost the pleasure of her nipple in his mouth. And damn if she didn’t taste sweet.
Before he could stop her, she had his pants unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down. With her gaze downcast watching what she was doing between his legs, he couldn’t see her face but he could see her forehead wrinkle—probably in shock finding he went commando. Without the barrier of boxers, the head of his dick was in full view. And he didn’t need to look to know it was dripping.
Her finger smeared the liquid around the tip and a shock of excitement flooded his body. He had to shut this down. They were already edging on the wrong side of his good intentions. Another touch and he may give into what they both wanted.
“Baby.” His hand went to hers and grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand up and settling it on his chest. Though he quickly found, that was no better. It didn’t matter if she was touching his dick or any other part of his body, it sent waves of need through him.
“Please, Jameson. More.” Her tiny hand was rough from working and scraped his skin as she roamed his chest and abs, ratcheting up his desire.
She was going to be the death of him.
“Slow, Kennedy.”
“I don’t want slow.” Her eyes snapped to his and the passion swirling there took his breath. “I want you, now.”
Jameson had known he’d reached his breaking point, but he hadn’t known all it would take was a declaration for him to shatter.
If she wanted more, he’d give it to her. He was finding he’d give her anything she wanted if she asked. When she pleaded with those big green eyes of hers, he worshipped at her feet.
Jameson flipped her to her back, tugged her shorts and panties down her legs and tossed them aside. He placed one of her legs over the back of the couch and the other one went over the side, her foot on the floor as he spread her wide.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes.” Kennedy lifted her hips in invitation and Jameson lowered his mouth to her pussy. And with a long, hard swipe he took his first taste.
His tongue traveled over her trimmed curls, over her belly, finally stopping as he circled one nipple. Needing to get his fill, he pulled the other cup of her bra down and drew her puckered nipple into his mouth before he nipped the hard nub, loving the way she moaned and pressed closer.
After he spent a good amount of time teasing and licking her breasts, he lifted his head and looked down. The sight was beyond sexy, bra and tank top askew, her nipples were tight and raw from his attention. His gaze went to her face and she stared at him. So damn beautiful, she wasn’t hiding her hunger from him and goddamn if that wasn’t hot as fuck.
“You’re sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes.” She wiggled under him.
“I can get you off with my mouth, I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good.”
“I want you.” She tilted her hips, and with his pants undone and his dick exposed, her movement scraped the head of his cock against her pussy and Jameson went dead-still. One more move and the tip would notch in. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
The head of his cock was dangerously close and before he could do anything about it, Kennedy surged up and the first few inches of his bare cock was inside of her.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “Do not move, Kennedy.”
“More, Jameson,” she whined and his eyes closed and he tried to block out the feel of her pussy hugging his throbbing cock. It was too much.
“I’m not wearing a condom. Give me a minute.”
Jameson didn’t need a minute to fish a condom out of his wallet, he needed it to gather some sense before he took her bare and blew his load like an untried virgin.
“I’m on birth control.” Jameson’s insides clenched and his mind spun out of control. He’d never had sex without a condom. “Please hurry. I need you.”
“Kennedy.” His voice sounded tortured even to his own ears. “I’ve never…” His words died in his throat when she pulled off his dick, leaving just the tip in, before she lifted back up, taking more of him. The heat of her excitement coating his cock was too good. It was too hot. It felt better than anything he’d ever felt and he knew he was going to give in.
“You need to be sure, baby.”
“I’m sure.”
“Really goddamned sure. We can stop right now and I’ll eat your pussy until you’re screamin’ down the house. But if you keep movin’ on my cock I am gonna fuck you, and there will be no coming back from that. I won’t do the right thing and walk away. I’ll keep coming back. I’ll keep taking anything you’re willing to give. The choice is yours, but you better make it quick.”
“I’m sure.” She tightened the walls of her pussy and he slipped in a little farther. “Fuck me, Jameson. Now.”
He surged forward and Kennedy’s head flew back, pushing into the cushion behind her as she took his full length, the open zipper of his pants pressing into her ass.
“Ohmygod!” she shouted.
Jameson eased out and slowly pushed back in. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He gave her a few more slow strokes and was enjoying the look of wonder that had sparked in her eyes.
“More, baby?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Keep your legs wide for me.”
Jameson adjusted himself on the small couch. Coming up on a knee with both of his hands balancing on the armrest, he gave her more. He took great pains to keep his thrust slow and steady, giving her time to accommodate his size.
He waited until she was lifting her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke with her back arching, before he asked her again.
“You ready for more?”
“More?” The sound of wonder was hard to miss but so was the desperation.
He lowered himself to his elbow and used one hand to lift her ass higher, the angle allowing him to go deeper, and his head swam with overwhelming lust. His balls started to tingle and his cock swelled. He used every ounce of willpower he had to tamp down the urge to come.
With his mouth close to her ear he whispered, “Yeah, more, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars and scream my name.”
“Thought that’s what you were doing.”
Jameson gave her a hard thrust and he felt the puff of her exhale on his neck.
“Not even close.”
“Oh, God.”
“You think you can take it? I can get us there just like this if you can’t.”
He’d been holding himself back and would continue to if Kennedy wasn’t ready, but damn if he didn’t want to see her lose her control. She was giving as good as she was getting and it was hot as sin. She was so goddamn hot between the sexy sounds she made, the way she moved with him, her tight, wet pussy that had threatened to unman him before more than two inches of his dick was inside of her. But he knew she had more to give, he just had to get her there.
“I can take it.”
He grabbed the leg that was draped over the couch and bent it toward her body, resting the back of her thigh against his bicep, hitched her ass up higher, and used the hand near her head to hold on to the armrest for leverage and pounded in.
It took less time than he’d expected for both of her hands to go to his back and her nails to dig in.
“Jameson,” she panted.
His mouth slammed down on hers and in a dual assault, he drove his cock deeper and stoked the already out-of-control blaze higher.
He knew it was going to burn. He knew he’d never recover. He knew that there would be no floating back down to earth. When Kennedy figured out he was no good for her he was going to plummet down thirty-thousand feet and it would end him.
But he didn’t care. He was too lost in the feel of her. Lost
in her goodness and light and he’d chase that feeling until she refused to allow him to take anymore.
Kennedy wrenched her mouth free and sucked in much-needed air before she wheezed out his name.
Not good enough.
“You seeing stars yet, baby?”
“Jam-e-son,” she stuttered. “Oh, God.”
“Not good enough, Kennedy. I want you screamin’.”
He pumped harder, and her nails clawed at his back, the bite of pain brought him closer and he prayed he could keep up his pace. He was dangling over the edge and ready to tip over.
“Holy shit!” she shouted and her pussy convulsed.
He adjusted his angle again and slammed into her harder. “My name, Kennedy.”
Her eyes closed, her head thrashed, her mouth opened in a silent scream and finally she shouted his name as her orgasm hit. The force of it made Jameson explode.
Come shot up from his balls and scorched as it shot out of the head of his cock. The roaring in his ears prevented him from hearing Kennedy’s cries of pleasure. Emotion slammed into his chest and took his breath. Her nails dug in harder, their bodies still violently crashing together, and Jameson’s orgasm seemed to last forever. Once the last of his come spilled into her, he slowed, enjoying the way his dick glided in and out—their combined excitement eased the path.
He waited for the normal need to extradite himself from the act of sex before it became personal to come, but it never did.
Kennedy leisurely came back to herself and recovered long before Jameson did. Their eyes were locked, her arms were still around him, and his dick was still buried inside of her, but all Jameson could feel was her shine. The warmth her smile provided as she laid under him, staring at him, like he’d given her something more than an orgasm. Like he’d given her something special.
“I never knew,” she whispered.
“Knew what, baby?”
“That sex was that good.”
“It’s not.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not that good, Kennedy. Sex is mediocre at best. It’s simply the tool for a release.”
“I don’t get it. That was good, really good. I used to think that screaming during sex was a myth perpetuated by the porn industry.” Kennedy paused and her forehead pinched together. “Was that not good for you?”
Her question cut Jameson deep. She’d misunderstood.
He leaned forward to kiss the wrinkles on her forehead, and while he was so close, he moved to her lips for a quick, wet kiss before he pulled back and looked down at her. She’d never looked prettier, face flushed, hair mussed up, tits still out of her bra and shirt. His dick twitched and went from softening to recovering.
“Sex has never been that good for me,” Jameson told her. “I’ve never experienced what we just shared, not once. I’ve never been so lost I was prayin’ I was never found. I’ve never had a woman lose control and tear my back bloody and want more. I’ve never felt anything better. I’ve never wanted to come so badly but then not want to come because I didn’t want the feeling to end. I’ve never been so fucking hard I could feel myself throbbing. I’ve never been so confused about a woman but simultaneously sure.” Jameson pulled his now fully hard dick out a few inches before he pushed back in. “I’ve certainly never been so turned on I was ready to go again minutes after I’ve come. So, no, sex is not that good. Sex with you is better than good. It’s a religious experience.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm during sex,” she blurted out.
“No?” Jameson smiled, happy to know he’d been the one to give her the first.
“No. I’ve never lost control and tore up someone’s back. Sorry about that, by the way.”
“Don’t be sorry. It was hot as fuck. And I would’ve been seriously disappointed in myself if you didn’t let go and give me wild.”
“I’ve never begged for sex,” she admitted. Jameson’s smile grew. “Don’t be smug.”
“Hard not to be, when you’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm during sex and you went off like a rocket for me. And before I gave you your first ever sex-induced orgasm, not only were you beggin’ but you were fucking yourself on my dick.”
Kennedy’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not being smug that you said you’d never been so hard you could feel your dick throb.”
“You should be. You’re sexy as hell. You make me lose my mind. And straight up, I think I shot off harder than I ever have in my life and I want to fuck you again so bad, my dick is twitching. Your pussy is so tight and hot, I might come again from just being inside of you. So, baby, you should be lying there satisfied in the knowledge I’ve never had better. And I’m not ashamed to tell you, you had me on the ledge and I was hoping I didn’t go before you. That’s never happened. I’ve never not had to work for it, to find it for myself.”
“What’s that mean?”
Jameson paused, not sure this was the right time to have this conversation.
“You sure you wanna hear this with my cock buried inside of you?”
“What does it matter to me? I’m the one lying under you after you came so hard, you saw stars. I can’t be jealous of women who weren’t better than me.”
Kennedy smiled and Jameson tipped his head and roared with laughter.
“Can’t dispute that logic,” he said through his hilarity.
“So? Tell me.”
“First you have to promise that after I tell you, you’re gonna let me take you upstairs and fuck you again.”
“There are no sheets on my bed.”
“You don’t need sheets on your bed to ride me.” Kennedy’s eyes flared and Jameson smiled. “You wanna ride me, baby?” She nodded and Jameson’s dick jumped. “Good, because I want your tits in my mouth while you bounce on my dick. And now that you’ve taken the edge off, we’ll see if we can’t get two more orgasms out of you.”
“Oh, God,” Kennedy moaned and her pussy convulsed. “Hurry and tell me.”
Jameson thought about how to explain what he’d meant. He figured she probably wouldn’t like his answer, but she was right, she was the one lying under him, and she didn’t have a damn thing to be jealous about because no one could hold a candle to her.
“It means in the past, I had to get creative to make myself orgasm. I hold myself back from everyone—that included during sex.”
“What’s creative mean?”
Goddamn, he did not want to have this conversation.
Jameson sighed and held her eyes. “It means I had to think about something else to get myself off. And most of the time the orgasm wasn’t worth the effort involved to have it.”
“Oh.”
He could see the flicker of thought starting to work behind her eyes and he needed to shut that quick.
“Don’t go there, Kennedy. I told you the truth and if you don’t believe my words the fact that my dick is hard and has stayed rock hard even though we’ve been talking for the last five minutes should tell you I’m being honest. I wouldn’t know what my recovery time is because I’ve never fucked the same woman two times in one night. But I can tell you, never has my dick gotten hard before it fully went soft. Not when I was a randy teenager and was discovering sex, not ever.
“I was with you every second of the way. From the time our lips touched until I came. The only time I wasn’t thinking about your sleek warm pussy and the way it was strangling my cock was when I was counting backward from one hundred in an effort to make you come before I did. No other thought crossed my mind. I let myself go and held nothing back from you. And I swear on my life, that has never happened before.”
“I believe you,” she whispered.
“Good.” His eyes drifted closed in relief.
“Take me upstairs, Jameson. I want more.”
Jameson pulled out and severed their connection, and just as he’d suspected when he stood and lifted her off the couch, he’d give Kennedy anything she asked for.
They were walking into her room when she aske
d, “You think maybe this time you could take off your pants and shoes?”
And for the second time that night Jameson threw his head back and laughed.
“Yeah, baby. I think we can arrange that.”
Kennedy smiled and Jameson knew he wasn’t in trouble. He didn’t have a dilemma, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
12
Kennedy
It had been two days since I’d learned there was such a thing as multiple orgasms and I still ached in all the right places. And it had been three nights in a row that Jameson had spent the night in my bed but hadn’t done more than kiss me since the first night.
Frustration was mounting. He was a great kisser, I thoroughly enjoyed making out with him. What I didn’t enjoy was him not allowing it to go any further. And if I tried, he’d pin my hands to the bed, kiss me hard and wet, then roll me to my side and tuck me close.
The cuddling part was nice, too. And a complete shock. Never in a million years would I think Jameson Grant was a cuddler. He looked more like a wham-bam-rollover-and-don’t-touch-me type of man. But, nope, he’d pull me close and wrap his big arms around me. I’d fallen asleep like that, and woken up the same way.
The guy who’d broken into my house had been identified as Peyton Marshall. I’d known Peyton a long time. His family had moved to Kent County when he was in third grade and I was in sixth. We’d gone to school together off and on since then. He was a brat at eight, he was a menace at twelve, and by the time I’d graduated high school he was a complete douche.
It didn’t surprise me he’d turned into a criminal. But the thing was, his record was clean. He’d never been charged with a crime, but considering the old sheriff was as dirty as mud, that didn’t surprise me either. Peyton was a day laborer and worked construction, though he wasn’t employed by any one company. He floated around and took whatever jobs he could get when a crew was short. That meant he wasn’t very good at showing up for work so no one would hire him permanently. Again, I was not surprised.
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