by Jane Anthony
Jillian fell to her knees, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down. She looked up at me with a lascivious grin as my cock sprang free, maintaining eye contact as she slid her tongue from base to tip before standing up again.
I took her teasing little tongue in my mouth next and slid her underwear down her legs. My dick was so hard it was borderline painful, pressed against her taut stomach as she pushed her soft tits against me.
She stepped backward and pulled me into the shower with her. My fingers ran through her wet hair as the hot droplets of water rolled over her smooth skin. I grabbed a shower gel from the rack and squeezed it into my hand. The fruity scent that made me weak filled the tiny bathroom. “Citrus and Berries, huh?”
“Now, you know my secret,” she said, scooping it out of my hand and lathering onto my skin.
“Your secret is my kryptonite.” I pulled her under the hot spray with me. We washed and kissed and explored each other’s bodies completely. It was hard not to pin her to the wall and have my way with her right there, but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to worship her in her bed like she deserved. We got out and I wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and carried her bridal style into her bedroom. The action was effortless; she was as light as a feather.
The bed dipped beneath our weight as I laid her down and knelt next to her, dropping kisses over her wildly beating heart and trailing up to her mouth. Her body trembled. The towel fell open and my hand ran over her damp skin. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with her. I’d seen her in various stages of undress, but seeing her bare and laid out in front of me, she was more spectacular then I’d dreamed. “You’re amazing, Jillian,” I said licking away a few remaining droplets of water that lingered around her collarbone, just like I wanted to do at that crappy motel down the shore.
My hands roamed over her breasts, teasing each nipple with my palm until they hardened into stiff peaks. Only after her whimpers became needy did I suck one into my mouth. Her hands buried in my hair and her thighs rubbed together stoking her own fire. “Jameson …”
I kissed a trail to her other nipple as my hand slid up her thigh parting her legs. My finger passed over her opening. “You’re so wet for me already.” I slipped it inside, and she constricted around it. I loved the way she enjoyed my touch. Ragged breaths rippled her exposed throat. Her head dug into the pillow, eyes pinched shut and hands twisting the sheets at her sides.
My lips moved down her body, raining kisses along her jaw, her chest, her stomach. The smell of her arousal scrambled my brain and made me ravenous. I nipped her thigh and nudged her with my nose before replacing my hand with my mouth. A keening cry ripped through the room as she clutched my hair in her fist. Her knees sprang up, and I spread them wider as I delved deeper into the sweetness that was all her. She was a heady mix of apples and sugar with her unique spice sprinkled on top. Jillian Morello was hands down my favorite flavor.
Heavy frantic breathing was all I heard as my tongue swirled and sucked. My finger found its way inside again, just one, but her walls clenched like a vise. So fucking tight. I groaned against her pussy just thinking about how fucking good it was going to feel gripped around my cock.
My finger crooked and teased her insides. I scraped my tongue hard against her. She began riding my face, a maneuver I’d grown familiar with. Her hips bucked, but I held her close. “Ohmygodshitmotherfucker …” She arched off the bed powerfully, blurting out a jumbled mix of curse words and moans, each and every one of them making my dick throb harder.
Her thighs clamped and her hand ripped at my hair, but I continued lapping up her sweetness as her body shuddered beneath me. Watching her come was quite possibly the greatest thing I’d ever witnessed. It was almost like an out of body experience. Her entire body convulsed with energy and her cute little mouth cursed like a sailor. If I had my way, I’d be seeing it over and over again.
“Jameson, I’m ready.” She pulled me to her and my lips descended upon hers with fury. My knees knocked her legs apart and she accepted me between them, undulating her body against mine, covering me with her hot slickness. There was only one tiny detail standing in our way now.
Jillian came off the bed with me attached at the mouth when I tried to sit up to get a condom. “Shit, I left my pants in the bathroom.” She reached out and pulled her bedside table drawer open. There was an unopened box just waiting for me. A big box. That’s hot. “I love a girl who’s prepared,” I said, as I plucked it from the drawer. She giggled and pawed at my chest while I ripped it open and pulled out the foil wrapped condom.
I tore it open with my teeth and she yanked it from the wrapper and rolled it on me herself. Her hand stalled at the base of my shaft with a tender squeeze. I didn’t just feel it in my dick; I felt it everywhere. She pumped once; her grip tightening and causing sparks to pop behind my eyelids. The reaction my body had to her hand was jarring. I settled down between her thighs again, knowing once I was inside her there was no going back. “Are you sure about this, cutie?”
“I’ve never been so sure about anything else, Jameson.” Her breath on my ear and the sound of my name on her whispering lips was all I needed. I eased the tip into her, and she sucked in a hissing breath.
“Is it okay?”
“Mmmhmm.” She sighed and drew her bottom lip between her teeth. I pushed myself all the way and groaned as she squeezed around me. I stilled for a minute, partly to allow her to adjust to the sudden fullness, but mostly because she felt so good I damn near passed out. She let out a series of squeaks at first, but they soon became moans as my languid rocking became steady and rhythmic. A fierce grind that sent her eyes rolling back and her nails digging into my skin.
Her hips began to move, and I let her set the pace. She was so tight and wet that I was finding it hard not to blow my load right there and embarrass myself, but I refused to come until she did. “Oh God, Jillian … Jillian …” Her name slipped off my tongue like a chant. I held her close, but I couldn’t get her close enough. I wanted more of her, all of her. No other encounter had ever been this intimate. She made me feel like I was more than some dumbass grease monkey. I was needed, desired, cherished. In her arms, I felt like I actually mattered to someone.
Every noise she made was my reward. I pumped deep and fast reveling in her bliss and eagerness to take all I had to give. She wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me in. Our lips met in a tangled mass of wet kisses and slapping bodies. Nails dug into my back and her body tensed under mine. “C’mon, cutie, come for me again.”
Another bundle of curse words bounced off the walls as her body spasmed and clenched around me. Hot wetness pooled between her thighs. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My climax nearly broke me. A guttural growl wrenched from my chest. My palm braced against the headboard, muscles strained as her body continued to wrack with pleasure.
I collapsed on top of her, drained and senseless, and she stayed wrapped around my body. Kisses covered my neck and shoulder. “I never want to let you go,” she whispered into my ear.
“Then don’t,” I replied, kissing her as I continued to tremble inside her. I meant it. There was no way I was ever letting her let me go.
Chapter Fifteen
JILLIAN
“I’m going to go take care of this.”
Jameson slipped off the bed to go dispose of the condom. I watched his bare ass disappear into the hallway, hypnotized by the fluid way he moved and how all the muscles in his back seemed to ripple in the process. When he returned, he was back in his boxer briefs, carrying our clothes. He dropped them by the bed and laid back down next to me. My entire body felt loose and relaxed as I nestled back into his shoulder and captured his leg between mine. “What are we going to do about AJ?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. He’s just going to have to deal with it, I guess. When he comes home tonight, we'll talk about it.”
“Nah, let me talk to him first. He’d respect that more,” he said.
“Hmm, and they say chivalry
is dead.”
“Oh, I’m chivalrous all right,” he said, rolling me to my back and pinning me beneath him. “I’ll come in on my horse and ride you into the sunset and shit.” His teeth nipped my shoulder and I giggled.
He leaned on his elbow resting his head in his hand. “Explain this to me.” His fingertips grazed over the tattoo on my side.
“The two-headed flower is AJ and me. Just like us, they are two separate beings that share one root destined to be attached forever. The birds flying toward the clouds are my parents. The clouds part as they take flight allowing more sun to shine down on us. See the rays? Whenever I start to feel down, I look up toward the sky and think of my parents parting the clouds and forcing the sunshine in, helping us thrive.”
“That’s really beautiful. I’m glad you have nice memories to cling on to,” he said getting serious.
“Tell me one of your nice memories.”
“All the best memories I have include you.” What started out as a chaste peck evolved into a passionate kiss that curled my toes. I couldn't get enough of him. He kneed my legs apart, melding his body to mine. Hardness pressed against me. My body reacted, heating up, getting wet, and wanting him inside me again.
Downstairs, the front door creaked open then slammed shut, and our heads whipped in the direction of the open bedroom door. “Shit,” Jameson whispered. His eyes glanced at the clock on the table. “It’s only three o’clock.”
We scrambled off the bed throwing on our clothes as AJ’s footsteps came up the stairs. I sent a silent prayer up above that he was going into the shower and not into my room to check on me.
“Jill, you awake?” His voice echoed out a split second before he materialized in my doorway. So much for the power of prayer. “What the fuck am I seeing right now?” His eyes squeezed shut as if seeing Jameson in my bedroom was a hallucination. “I fucking knew it!”
“AJ …” I started to say, but Jameson cut me off.
“Dude, let’s talk about this. Man to man.”
“I thought we had an understanding,” AJ said, hands curled into fists at his sides.
“We did, and I tried to stay away from her man, but it’s impossible.” Jameson stood tall as I cowered behind the bed. “I’m crazy about her.”
“That’s unacceptable!” AJ’s deep voice boomed out as he came further into the room. “I will fucking end you,” he seethed through gritted teeth.
AJ raised his fist. I scrambled over the bed and jumped between him and Jameson. “AJ, stop!”
He looked at me as if he was possessed. I’d never sided against him in my life. The filthy trucker hat hurled to the ground. He raked his trembling hands through his raven hair and turned toward the door before spinning around and stomping back in. “Did you tell her?”
“Screw you, man,” Jameson spat.
Both men came into my line of sight as I stepped to the side. “Tell me what?” I said, a queasy feeling in my stomach starting to take hold.
“Oh, of course, you didn’t. You’re not quite done with her yet.” AJ crossed his arms ready to square off.
Jameson stepped to AJ chest to chest, glowering down at him. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. I suggest you shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” Jameson's snarl terrified me, but AJ stood his ground. He was tough as nails and wasn't going to back down.
“You’re not going to hit me, and you know it, bro.” AJ’s voice was deep and even but thick with warning.
“Uh, is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on here?” AJ wore a smirk on his face while Jameson looked like he was out for blood. My presence in the room was clearly forgotten, but inquiring minds needed to know right now.
Jameson’s eyes glazed over, and AJ started talking. “She was fifteen, bro. How do you even live with yourself?”
“Who was fifteen? Jameson, what’s he talking about?” My heart was beating furiously.
“She had your fucking baby in her and you split like the piece of shit you are. You left her. Alone and pregnant.” AJ's face twisted with disgust.
“You don’t know the whole story, dude. It’s not as simple as all that.”
“Oh, it sounds pretty simple to me.” AJ laughed cruelly. “You split and she couldn’t deal. She killed herself. The end.”
My back hit the wall with a thud, and I realized I’d been moving backward, away from this conversation. There it was. The big secret, and the reason for AJ's contempt. Jameson got some girl pregnant and ran away. “Why?” I said out loud. My brain was numb. Completely unable to fully process this information, I didn’t know what else to say.
“Jillian, it’s not what it sounds like,” Jameson said.
“It’s way worse than it sounds like,” AJ seethed. “You fled like the irresponsible coward you are, then show up five years later and prey on my sister.” Jameson reared back as AJ pushed him but didn’t make a move to push back. “Why her?” AJ shouted, pushing again. “What was your plan, dude?” Jameson stumbled back as AJ's hands made contact with his chest a third time. “Use Jillian to kill time until you decide to split town again?”
“No man, it was never like that!” Jameson yelled.
“You could have had any girl you wanted, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to turn her into just another one of your whores.” The cracking sound of Jameson’s fist connecting with AJ’s jaw made the bile rise in my throat.
“Don’t you ever fucking call her that!” Saliva shot out through his gritted teeth, his gorgeous lips curled into a terrifying sneer. AJ spit onto my bedroom floor, and I was stunned by the redness in it.
I looked at him like a deer in headlights. Jameson’s eyes were wild as he started toward me, but I put my hands up to stop him. “Let me explain.” I couldn’t tell if there was fear in his eyes or if I was just seeing my own fear reflected back at me.
“I can’t handle this right now, Jameson. You need to go.”
He shook his head and stayed put. “I’m not letting you throw me out again. You need to hear what I have to say about this.”
My blood, cold at first, began to boil. I was furious at both of them. I’d been dragged into this series of lies and bullshit, and I never asked for any of this. The sight of them in my room was blinding me with rage so vibrant I was suddenly seeing things in Technicolor.
“And you!” My eyes fell on AJ as I clung to the wall for strength. “I’m so sick and tired of all your dominant male macho bullshit.” My voice was shaking, but my tone was even and calm. “You come in here and start acting like a friggin’ madman. Maybe you should have just been straight with me from the start instead of treating me like a child who couldn’t handle herself.”
“If you had done what you were told, it wouldn’t have been an issue,” AJ simply stated.
My calm exterior cracked, and I could feel myself losing control as my blood continued to boil from AJ’s smug statement. “Get the hell away from me! Now!” I screamed. My ears were ringing from the sound of my own heart. Both men flinched, and I slid down the wall having exerted what was left of my energy.
“Jillian …” Jameson’s voice pushed me over the edge, and I covered my face to hide the tears that had started to fall. AJ was right. I didn’t know him at all.
“Just go,” I whispered, as my body wracked with sobs.
Jameson turned and walked out of the room. “Good fucking riddance,” AJ said as he passed.
“Get away from me,” I said looking up at AJ. “I can’t even look at you right now.”
“You’re mad at me? That’s rich,” said AJ with a humorless laugh. “Way I see it, I’m the only one taking care of their responsibilities right now. I’m down there working my ass off while you’re in here fucking our employee.”
“You don’t have the right to talk to me like that!” My legs moved on their own as I jumped off the floor and ran full force at my brother. My body made contact with his strong build, and he staggered backward through the doorway of my room.
I bounced off and fell to the floor again. Pain radiated up my tailbone. I grimaced, and AJ’s face filled with pity. “I hate you right now.”
“Whatever.” He turned away from me and walked down the hall. The front door slammed a few minutes later. I was alone again. I hugged my knees close to my body on the floor, confused and unsure of everything that had happened that day. How could I believe anything Jameson had said to me in the past was the truth? He looked my brother in the face and lied effortlessly so many times; there was no reason to think he wouldn’t do the same thing to me.
I was a fool who let my stupid heart get in the way.
I crawled back into my bed. It was cold without him there next to me. I missed him already, and I hated my body for betraying me like that. Why the hell couldn’t all of the parts of me work together in unison? I was torn between what was right and what I wanted, and I was so exhausted from dealing with it.
Just when I’d actually chosen a side, the rug was ripped out from underneath my feet and I hit the ground face first. I tried to picture Jameson being so heartless, but I just couldn’t imagine it. His eyes reflected nothing but kindness. His hands, while rough to the touch, were always so tender whenever they handled me. I had to talk to him about it. My mind was telling me to forget him and move on, but my heart was telling me to listen to what he had to say. After everything we’d been through, I owed him that much.
I fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of Jameson. His beautiful face was twisted into an angry snarl, and he was punching bags of flour. The white dust was flying everywhere suffocating me. It filled my nose and mouth and caused my eyes to sting. I was trying to cry out to him to ask him to stop, but he just kept pounding them over and over.
Banging on the front door startled me awake. I rolled over and looked at the clock. AJ stormed out six hours ago.
“Hang on!” I yelled, as I padded down the steps to see who the relentless caller was. I threw open the door, shocked to see the police on my stoop. “Can I help you?”