by Vivian Wood
“No bra, huh?” he says as he traces his tongue from my mouth to my jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”
“No, I—”
“Shh,” he says.
He hoists me up until my breasts are in his face. My hands rest on his shoulders as he took one of my pert nipples between his lips, sucking slowly. I cry out, feeling each pull of his mouth lower in my body, as though my breast and my clit are connected.
As he lowers me, he kisses his way up my neck to my lips. When he returns my feet to the floor, my head remains upturned, hungry for more.
“Take off your shorts.”
I begin to slide the shirt off my shoulders first.
“No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”
I look at him, slightly curious, but follow his directions. Jameson isn’t surprised to see that I wear nothing underneath the shorts. He sits down on the bed and pulls me close.
The lips of my labia are already swollen, slick with want. Jameson pulls me toward him and kisses my stomach. His fingers gently explore the flesh between my thighs. He dips his fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp.
Then he withdraws, slowly sucking on those same fingers. “Sticky, sweet, and ready for me. What a good girl you are.”
Jameson trails his fingers back down to my pussy, slowly finger fucking me again. He looks me in the eyes as he does it, and when I start getting excited, he bites his lip.
“Look at this,” he says, and he shows me how wet his fingers are.
Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. My wetness clings to his fingers, creating a thread. I blush and tuck my hair behind my ears.
I wish I had a little of the confidence I had at the beach, but Jameson doesn’t seem to mind my meekness.
“Here,” he says, and lies down on the bed. Jameson puts a pillow under his head. “Sit,” he says, and gestures to his mouth. “Right here.”
“Jameson, I—”
“Sit.”
“I really—”
“Do it right now!” he barks. “Or I’ll punish you in ways that you haven’t even thought of yet.”
I feel my face begin to burn as I approach him, my knees shaking. I straddle his face awkwardly, facing away from him. I am so petite there is no more than an inch of space between my bare pussy and his mouth.
Still, I hold back. I don’t lower myself to his mouth, so Jameson closes the distance by darting his tongue into my center. That is all it takes.
I shudder and let out a moan as I lower onto his face. I readjust myself, leaning forward slightly. He directs my clit onto his tongue, and I moan as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh.
Jameson grips my ass as I lean my hands on my thighs and begin to ride his face. He watches my tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, as I occasionally pinch and pull on them.
I close my eyes as I ride his face, with my only thoughts about the sheer pleasure he gives me.
When I shift a little, offering up my pussy, he dives his tongue as deeply inside me as he can. He groans, seeming delighted at the taste of me. As he fucks me with his tongue, I moan and bounce against his mouth.
Jameson grips me ass tighter. His tongue slips its way to the rim of my ass. I cry out his name as he circles the tight bud of my opening.
When it becomes too intense, I lean forward and present my clit to him once again.
“I’m almost there,” I say. “Jameson, I’m –”
“Come on my face,” he says. He barely gets the words out before I explode in a gush.
“Jameson!” I cry out. “Jameson…”
“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his hands wrapped around my thighs to keep me close. I moan and settled onto his face, grinding in slow circles.
“What about you…” I ask, distracted by the feeling of his lips against my inner thigh.
“I don’t know. This is pretty nice…” he says lazily.
I shake my head, crawling off of him.
“I want more. I want to feel you inside me,” I say. I bend down and run my hand along the outline of his cock through his pants. “What can I do to make that happen?”
He grins, chuckling as he kisses me. Then he gets serious, and I sense the tone change.
“Get on top,” he says. He starts unbuckling his belt, shove his pants down. I smile when his cock springs out of his pants. “Ride me.”
The ache is almost unbearable. I straddle him, taking his cock and running my thumb along the tip, slick with precum. I furrow my brow as I guide him in, still sensitive from riding his face.
He feels incredible, filling every inch of me until I can’t take any more. I watch his face as he slides home, and his expression is damn near reverent.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his eyes dark. I withdraw a little, raising myself up again. He grabs me by the waist, pushing me down. I cry out as he fills me up, clenching on his cock.
He makes a strangled noise.
“Stay,” he whispers. “Just stay like this a minute.”
Jameson is completely inside me, and every instinct within me says to move. To bounce on his cock, to fuck him, to ride him until he fills me with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.
My sensitivity vanishes. I put my hands on his chest and begin to writhe, my boots digging into the sides of his legs. I technically do as he said, but it’s much dirtier than that.
“Fuck, your body is so perfect. You want to fuck me?” he asks.
I look him in the eye, biting my lip and nodding.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
“Yes,” I say, almost breathless.
I continue to press against him, harder and more demanding. He still doesn’t let me move, exactly.
Jameson is ready to explode. I can tell by the fact that he’s bucking his hips a little each time I grind against him.
“How bad do you want it?” he asks, working his hand into my hair. He grasps it tightly, giving him the illusion of control.
“More than anything,” I gasp.
“Ask nicely,” he say as he runs his fingers up my thigh, making me shiver.
“Please let me fuck you,” I say.
“Are you going to fuck me right, like a good girl?” he ask.
I pause, but only for a second. “Yes.”
“Say it, then.”
“I’m going to fuck you like a good girl,” I say. My juices start to pool around his cock. “Come on…”
“Say it one more time,” he say. With all his strength, he presses me down hard onto him. “Tell me who is in charge.”
“You’re in charge,” I moan. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good girl.”
“Go on then.”
He releases my hips. I go wild, my yelps punctuating by thrusts as I ride him. I rub my clit against his taut stomach.
Just as I feel him release inside me, I let out that now-familiar cry of my own orgasm.
“So good,” I whisper, over and over. “Jameson, it feels so good.”
I stay on top of him until every last wave of my orgasm has faded. We’re still in body-to-body contact when I sit up, looking at him. My voice is soft when I finally speak.
“We have to figure this stuff out,” I say.
Jameson kisses me, hard and deep and slow. I can feel him start to get hard while he’s still inside me.
“Later,” he insists. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back. “I need you, right now.”
And fool that I am, I let him get away with it. I groan and rock against him, still needing him.
I think that I will always need him.
He flips me over, so that I’m underneath his big body, and we are both lost once more.
23
Jameson
I’m sitting on my couch, with the television on but muted. I glance at my phone, and find that it’s about six in the evening. I left Emma at her house this morning, with the
understanding that she would shower and then meet me here.
I actually have a real date planned for us, at a fancy restaurant and everything. I planned something kinky and fantastic for us later tonight, complete with a small army of newly purchased sex toys and restraints awaiting us in my bedroom.
Now, though, I am starting to wonder where she is. And that in itself bothers me… when did I start giving a fuck where any girl was?
That’s the problem. Emma isn’t just any girl. She’s wrapped herself around me, and grown inside me like a weed. Anytime I think about it too much, my heart does this squeezing thing, a feeling that is more than a little bit uncomfortable for me.
Coupled with my thoughts when I was on the beach yesterday, I genuinely have something to worry about when it comes to Emma. She’s starting to be a real problem for me.
But she’s a problem that I don’t want to quit, which makes her doubly frustrating.
As long as I don’t let the word L-O-V-E crash into my thoughts again, though, I should be fine. For a while, at least.
When I hear the front door handle jiggle, I’m relieved. It’s not that I thought that anything happened to Emma, so much as it is the fact that I’m just vaguely stressed out when she’s not in front of me, where I can see her.
I get up and head for the front door, thinking that maybe she’s locked out. When I get a few steps from the front door though, the door bangs open to reveal a very, very drunken Asher.
He squints at me. I recoil, expecting him to yell at me again like he did yesterday. But he just trips over his own feet, falling. I step in and catch him, frowning.
He’s like about as helpful as a dead fish, snickering like a fool. “I’m drunkkkkk.”
“Whoa, whoa,” I say, staggering under his unexpected weight. It takes me a minute to help him regain his footing. “You are wasted.”
He stands up, wobbling his way to the living room. I close the front door, and then head in there too, where I see he has made himself comfortable by sprawling out on the couch.
I walk up behind the couch and cast an eye over him. His eyes are closed, an arm thrown over his face. He could be passed out for all I know.
“Are you okay?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“I have to tell you something,” he says, not moving an inch. His words are very slurred.
“Is it why you’re so loaded right now?” Asher normally isn’t a big drinker. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d seen him this drunk.
“Mmm. Nope,” he says, shaking his head under his arm. “Nuh uh. It’s about me and Evie.”
I still. “I’m sorry?”
“She’s a bitch, you know that?”
I’m very confused. “Evie that works at Cure?”
Asher takes his arm off his eyes. “Obv- obvious—”
Then he hiccups. I try to put two and two together, but I’m lost.
“Why is she a bitch, exactly?”
He sighs, sinking down into the couch further. “Exactly. She dumped—” He stops, then hiccups again. “She dumped me. Me, Jameson. It’s like…”
He makes a frustrated sound. “Who does she think she is, some like… some big time person? Psssh.”
“Uhhh…” I didn’t even know that they were dating, to be honest. “I don’t know.”
“That kid is gonna look just like me,” he says. “You’ll see.”
I am so beyond confused. Before I can formulate a question, though, he’s onto another topic entirely.
“Jenna’s a big ol bitch too. I knew it. I was so mad at you for telling me that, but she was a super crazy bitch. I wasn’t even that surprised that she like—” He hiccuped. “Like, she tried to make out with you. She knows that you’re like, the most important person in my life, other than my sister. Fucking women, they’re all crazy.”
There are too many ideas in that single thought. I try to pick them apart, to choose one to focus on.
“I… wait, you knew that Jenna was lying?”
He blows a raspberry. “I figured it out! Well… she admitted it to me.”
“Then why were you such a giant bag of dicks for so long?” I say, mystified.
He squints up at me out of one eye. “Didn’t want you to be right. Now I’m not married, and Evie left me. An all I have is you and Emma to keep me company.”
I grow uncomfortable at the mention of Emma’s name. “Listen, Ash—”
He sits straight up, pointing a finger at me. “I should be glad to have someone like you on my team, Jay. Like—” He hiccups. “Emma has to be on my team, but you? You’re just a good dude. Like, you’re loyal, and good. And I’m like, a bastard.”
I immediately feel super ashamed of myself, of running around behind Asher’s back with a girl. Emma isn’t just any girl to me of course… but she’s not just anyone to Asher, either.
How could I let this happen? And with Emma, the only person that Asher claims to care about more than me?
I’m so fucking dead. Stupid, and dead.
Asher struggles to his feet, completely oblivious to whatever internal angst I’m feeling. “I gotta puke.”
He launches himself toward the bathroom, and I follow him, feeling all kinds of guilty. I cringe as he vomits for a while, offering towels when he needs them.
I hear the front door open, and I hurry out of the bathroom and into the front hall. I see Emma, showered and smelling like lemons, and I put a finger to my lips.
“Asher is here,” I mouth.
Her eyes go wide, and she starts backing out of the house. I put a hand on her arm, motioning for her to wait outside for a few minutes.
I return to the bathroom, where Asher seems to be done throwing up. He’s resting his head on the toilet bowl, but I figure he’s done.
“Asher? You ready to move into your bedroom, man?”
He nods, mostly asleep already. It takes a lot of effort, but I get him up. I throw an arm around his waist and get him into his bed. He doesn’t even notice when I slip off his shoes and turn off his light.
When I leave his room, I go to the front door. Opening it a crack, I look out. I see Emma there, her head down, looking through her phone. Her dark hair spills to her shoulders. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, obviously anxious.
I want to go to her, to comfort her. My instinct is to go over to her, grab her, and give her a long, slow kiss.
But what will that solve? Asher will still be her brother. She will still be out of bounds. And don’t even get me started on all the other reasons why this thing between us just won’t work.
Still, that doesn’t make me long for her any less.
I have to break it off. I knew that having sex with Emma was going to get me in trouble, and now here I am. In serious trouble. Still, I have to do what’s right.
And I will… even if it kills me a little inside.
But not tonight. One last night together won’t kill anyone, will it?
She senses my presence, and turns. I open the door.
“Hey,” she says softly. She smiles at me, and for the barest moment, I feel hope.
“I’m just going to go get my stuff. Your brother is passed out here, so I figure we should probably stay at your place.” I smile faintly, but it feels phony.
She cocks her head at the weirdness in my tone, but shrugs. “Okay.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
I close the door, pausing for a second to lean against it.
I’m going to have to break things off today, and I don’t know how I’ll do it.
Steeling myself, I go to pack my stuff.
24
Emma
We fuck until dawn. Jameson seems unusually demanding and possessive, driving both of us to the very edge of sanity. And I am so happy to be with him, to kiss him and hold him… even to be brutalized and punished by him…
I love it. I can’t get enough of Jameson, it seems.
Afterwards, exhausted and sleep deprived, I fall asleep in Jameson’s
arms. I sleep fitfully, tossing and turning. Even in sleep, I know something is wrong. I just can’t figure out for the life of me what it is.
As the first fingers of morning creep into thew window, I slip out of bed. Padding down the hall to the bathroom, I sit down and pee. I look over at the little pink plastic chest of drawers that Evie insisted upon when we first moved in.
“It’s to keep our necessities in,” she said. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “You know, our lady time necessities.”
I smile at that. She apparently thinks that we need to hide our tampons and pads, in our own bathroom. I get up, going to wash my hands. I turn on the water, run my hands underneath, and then stop.
Turning a little to look over my shoulder, I eye the chest of drawers. It’s been a while since I have needed to use anything from inside the chest. How long has it been?
I turn off the tap, wiping my hands on a towel. Doing some math in my head, I realize that it’s been… almost seven weeks since my last period. And I’ve been sleeping with Jameson for… almost a month…
“Shit.” I glance at myself in the mirror. “There’s no way that… you’re definitely not…”
I do the math again, then bite my lip. It could be the stress from finals. Or it could be some kind of secret stress from the pressure not to let Asher know about my relationship with his best friend. That could play a role, definitely.
It could also be nothing.
I open the drawers, digging around, hoping to find a pregnancy test. Of course there are none; both of the women in this house are on birth control, as far as I know.
I bite my lip. I’m probably freaking out over nothing.
Still… I will feel so much better if I take a test, just to be sure. Slipping out of the bathroom, I decide to get to the pharmacy as soon as possible. Better to just put a thought like that to bed, right away.
Once I reach the bedroom though, I know that something is up with Jameson. He’s sitting on the side of the bed, totally dressed, his head hanging low. When he looks at me, his expression is tormented.
