by A. Aubry
A small chuckled came from him, “She was right, I never kissed her or the others.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“It’s a very personal thing, kissing a person. Sure, so is fucking. But kissing is personal because you close your eyes, trusting the other person won’t hurt you in some way while doing that.”
“Jameson, your train of thought frightens me sometimes,” my eyes widened as I took in his words.
“Seriously, Bri. When was the last time you kissed someone you didn’t trust, and didn’t feel a personal connection with?”
“Easy. Fourth grade spin the bottle with Danny Calvin.”
Jameson narrowed his eyes at me, “I mean now that you’re an adult, Bri. It does worry me that you were playing spin the bottle at such a young age though.”
I giggled and playfully hit his arm, “I grew up in the suburbs. Most boring place to be and that was the only thing to do. But I get what you are saying, Jay. Kissing is rather personal.”
We gazed into one another’s eyes, “Whatever this is between us, Briella…I’ve never felt anything like it before. Somehow my guards are down when I’m around you. I feel like I can trust you.”
Come to think of it, I had never felt what I felt with Jameson before. That’s coming from a girl who was engaged. The things I was feeling around Jameson were the things that I should have been feeling with my ex-fiancé when we were together. Gavin never made me feel these things, but somehow Jameson did. It took me a long time to trust Gavin and let him break down the walls that I had built up since my childhood. But Jameson just came crashing in like the fucking Hulk and I couldn’t have given a bigger fuck.
“I feel the same way. I never felt anything like this with my now ex-fiancé. You didn’t even have to try to break down my walls that I have built. I let them fall for you and let you in…I trust you more than I could ever trust anyone,” I admitted softly, my heart pounding in my chest.
“What walls were those?” He questioned.
“The walls that a little girl builds when her father abandons her like yesterday’s trash when he finally finds a new family…” I whispered.
“Oh, Bri,” Jameson sighed and hugged me tight against him.
My face buried into the crook of his neck. The scent of Jameson wrapping itself around me without a second thought. It was such a comforting smell that made my body relax in his arms. I had never admitted what I had just admitted to Jameson. Yes, Gavin knew that my biological father was not in the picture but that I had a step-father who loved me just the same. But Gavin never knew that my parents were never together when I decided to pop in as a surprise for my mother.
He had never known that my biological father was not a part of my life until I was in elementary school. He had never known that said biological father used me as a pawn to pick up chicks because of my long brown ringlets and chubby cheeks. He had also never known that once my father had picked up a woman, who had several kids from a previous marriage and had a child of his own with her, he stopped answering my phone calls and acted like I didn’t exist. Those were the walls that I built around my heart. The ones where it was nearly impossible to let a man in because I knew how terrible they could actually be.
It was then, while I was encased in Jameson’s arms, that I told him everything that Gavin didn’t know. It was information that just sort of started spilling out, something I wanted him to know about me. I had daddy issues. Apparently, most girls in the world also had daddy issues. But that didn’t mean that I was looking for someone who resembled my father like most girls did. My father was a good for nothing loser who could never get his life off the ground. He moved from apartment to apartment because he couldn’t afford to live in nice neighborhoods, he couldn’t even afford to pay the child support that he owed to my mother as I was growing up to the point where he still had a lot to pay back even after I turned eighteen.
I never expected birthday presents from him in the years that I knew him, I never expected anything because I knew he didn’t have much. The only thing I wanted from him was the love of a father and that was one thing that he could never give me. That was my major daddy issue. I just wanted to be loved, not disposed of like I meant nothing.
Even as I sobbed into Jameson’s neck, he never questioned why I was unloading this information on him. He never acted as though I was this annoying woman who vented unnecessarily. He just listened and rubbed my back as I spoke. He seemed as though he cared which was more than I could have said about Gavin if I told him all this information. Most of the time it was in one ear and out the other for that man. Not with Jameson though, he actually listened, processed, and responded. As my cries subsided, my little hiccups coming to a close as I took deep breaths, Jameson’s lips pressed against my temple.
“We both have had our share of heartbreaks,” he said softly, his lips still against the side of my head.
“I guess you could say that,” I sniffled, “We have both been broken to the point that it was almost too much.”
“That is true. I almost didn’t see myself continuing on after I caught Vanessa,” Jameson confided.
“My depression was so bad that I developed an eating disorder. I wouldn’t eat, I never felt hungry, I didn’t feel worth anything because of how my dad disregarded me. I didn’t see the point of being happy, I didn’t believe there was actually any happiness. My mom sent me to a therapist and then I spent the rest of my elementary school career in with the guidance counselor at least once a day. Towards the end it was more by choice than by force because she felt like someone I could talk to about how I was feeling. She was my confidant.”
My head lifted, and Jameson wiped away my tears with his thumbs, “Do you believe there is happiness now?”
I put my hands over his as they rested on my cheeks, “I really do. I’ve been happier the last few days than I have ever been before, Jay.”
A shy smile played across his lips, “Good, because I’ve been very happy too.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. The sound of his stomach growling made me giggle against his lips.
“Someone is hungry,” I smiled.
“I’m a growing boy,” he chuckled, “Are you hungry for breakfast?”
“Famished. Let’s make something to eat.”
I climbed off of Jameson’s lap and waited for him to stand beside me. We walked hand in hand back into the house before Jameson closed the glass door and we made our way into the kitchen. I jumped up onto one of the counters as Jameson raided the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, a handful of plastic bags containing vegetables, along with some other ingredients. He came up beside me and placed everything onto the counter next to me before taking his place between my legs as they dangled off the countertop. It felt completely normal to be sitting on the counter of his kitchen in nothing but his undergraduate college shirt and my panties while Jameson wore his loose pajama pants. His hands rested on either side of my hips against the counter below me.
“What do you like in your omelet?” He asked, his mouth inches away from mine.
I smirked, a feeling of giddiness causing my stomach to do a happy somersault, “Eggs.”
Jameson laughed and rolled his eyes, “Obviously. Anything else?”
I looked up at the ceiling as though I was thinking then returned my gaze back to him to give my answer.
“Bacon,” Kiss. “Green Pepper,” Kiss. “Onion,” Kiss. “And cheese,” Kiss.
The smile that took over Jameson’s face took my breath away, “That is the best way to order an omelet.”
My face split into a giant smile, “So, if we go to a restaurant, that’s how you want me to order with the waiter?”
“Fuck no. That is the way you order only in Casa de Barnes.”
“Mm, sounds like a fancy place with good omelets,” I teased.
“Only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world,” Jameson grinned before kissing me once more.
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p; My cheeks burned as Jameson walked over to another part of the kitchen and grabbed a cutting board and knife. I watched as he expertly chopped up onions, peppers, and bacon. He let me do the honor of cracking the eggs and scrambling them, one of my favorite parts of making omelets, while he got the pan ready to cook. My mouth salivated at not only the aroma of the diced bacon that was frying in the pan, but at the sight of Jameson standing at the stovetop and cooking. Gavin couldn’t even cook a fucking package of ramen, let alone cut up vegetables and fry bacon before making an omelet. Jameson was perfect in every sense of the word.
I watched as he easily flipped the omelet as it cooked on the other side. I couldn’t help myself as I hopped down from the counter and strode across the kitchen, running my hands up and down Jameson’s muscular back as he stood there cooking. The shiver that ran through him was felt through my fingertips…Gavin had never had that response to my touch before. Jameson turned down the heat on the stove top and turned to face me.
The flicker of desire in his eye was obvious but it was soon covered up by a sense of happiness. He leaned down and kissed me, a slow kiss that I had never experienced before. Kisses with Gavin were always rushed and hungry. But kisses with Jameson were a whole different thing. His hand ran down my back and cupped my ass as our tongues lazily explored. Without even looking, I heard the stove click off as Jameson reached over and turned the knob off before sliding our omelet over to a cold burner. A small squeal of surprise escaped into our kiss as Jameson easily lifted me off the ground and put me back onto a countertop. My arms snaked around his neck as I held myself closer against him.
As Jameson’s lips began to explore by themselves, kissing my cheek, along my jaw, down my neck, a soft moan fell from my lips. He made me feel so wanted, a feeling that my body loved as it hummed with pleasure. I felt his lips stop at the collar of his shirt before working their way back up. This was yet another thing I had never experienced with Gavin. Remember when I said our sex-life was on auto pilot? That usually meant bypassing all of this since the first time that him and I had had sex. It was pretty much all about getting it over with and going to bed. No spontaneity, no foreplay, just hop into bed and pray that we were both ready for it.
Jameson’s mouth found a sensitive spot just below my earlobe and I shivered at the touch. Hell, I didn’t even know the damn thing was there. I could feel Jameson’s smile against my skin as he kissed it over and over, forcing a moan to escape.
“You like when I kiss right here, don’t you?” Jameson whispered against my neck, putting another kiss against the now very sensitive spot.
“Mhm,” I hummed, closing my eyes.
I heard his quiet chuckle, “Did your ex ever kiss you here?”
My upper teeth carefully dug into my bottom lip before I answered, “Never.”
Jameson kissed back up to my lips and I opened my eyes to see him watching me, “Then he never treated you right.”
As my fingers laced into his hair, his hands ran slowly up and down my naked thighs, “Our sex life was pretty boring if you ask me.”
“Why do you say that?” His eyebrows furrowed but a smirk held onto his lips.
“Honestly? It was more of a rushed type thing. We never just laid there and kissed, we never did any type of foreplay, it was just let’s have sex and then go to bed.”
“So, you’ve never had oral sex…given or received?”
I sighed, this was not the type of conversation that should be had before breakfast. Then again, none of our conversations were the type of conversations that should be had before breakfast, “I’ve received it from a previous boyfriend, but I didn’t like it at all. I don’t think he knew what he was doing. Then I gave oral sex to that same boyfriend, but I was inexperienced, and he complained that I wasn’t putting enough pressure this or sucking hard enough that. I hadn’t done it before that, so he was critiquing me constantly and I just stopped.”
Jameson lifted me back up off the countertop, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to hold myself up even though his hands were holding me underneath my thighs. He began to walk towards the bedroom once again, “I think it’s time we changed all that for you.”
My eyes widened as I watched the kitchen recede from view over his shoulder, “But—but what about our omelet?”
“I’ll make us a new one later. Right now, is about showing you what you’ve been missing out on,” Jameson’s large hands squeezed my thighs and I nearly melted into him right then.
He strode into his bedroom before dropping me down on the bed. I giggled as I bounced lightly on the mattress. I watched as Jameson’s hands reached for the hem of the shirt I was wearing and brought it up and over my head. The second it hit the floor, Jameson took in the fact that I was sitting on his bed in nothing but my black lace panties. His tongue traced his lips as lust glazed over in his eyes. My heart rate skyrocketed as I watched him watch me. He nodded his head at me and I took his silent cue to lie back against the mattress, scooting up slightly so that my head rested against his pillows.
Jameson climbed up onto the foot of the bed and began to slowly crawl towards me. My breath hitched in my throat as I took him in. His muscles rippled with every movement and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt, rather than saw, his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and watched as he slowly slid them down my legs. He tossed them off to the side, letting them land where they may. I almost felt the need to cover myself up, but I also wanted him to look at me the way that he was. He carefully eased my legs open for him before he glanced down and took in the wetness that I knew was between my legs. When he looked back up at me, his pupils were dilated, and I was pretty sure that my heart stopped beating for a moment.
“Do you trust me?” Jameson asked.
I nodded my head, “Yes, of course I do.”
He smiled and laid down on his stomach, his hot breath brushing up against the apex of my thighs. My eyes widened as his mouth opened and his tongue ran up my slit before lightly flicking my clit. A moan released from within me and I had no idea where it came from or where it was stored. I couldn’t even watch him it was so intense. My eyes fixated on the ceiling as my hands gripped the sheets of his unmade bed. His tongue worked its magic, slowly teasing me to the point of driving me crazy. I was ready to beg for him to just let me orgasm already. His tongue surprised me as he pushed it into me while his thumb ran circles around my clit. I was so close already, I had never been this close the first and only time that I had received oral sex.
“Let go, Bri. You know you want to,” Jameson demanded carefully before returning to having his tongue plunge into me.
He was right. I wanted to, so damn badly. This was the first time I had ever had anyone tell me to just let go. My eyes squeezed shut as my back arched up off the bed, my body being set on fire as my orgasm tore through my body. I released a moan I had never heard come from myself before as a wide smile held onto my mouth. My lungs ached for air as I panted, the feeling of Jameson’s tongue still on me in the most private of places caused a shiver to ripple up my back. I felt the bed move as Jameson came up to lay next to me. Forcing my eyes to open, I looked over at him and his eyes shone as though he was a kid in a candy store.
“How do you feel about oral sex now?” He smirked.
“Ask me again when my brain comes back from hiatus,” I sighed happily while I rolled over into his side and rested my head on him.
“That good, huh?” He chuckled before kissing the top of my head.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in through my nose as his manly scent enveloped me, “I didn’t think it was possible to come that hard.”
His hand traced my side, something that would have usually made me self-conscious but not when Jameson did it, “You just have to be with the right person who will coax it out of you.”
A giggle escaped, and my eyes opened before catching a glimpse of the hard steel rod that Jameson looked like he was smuggling in his pants. I pursed my lips and loo
ked back up at him and kissed his lips quickly, “Well I guess I will just have to return the favor.”
Jameson’s eyebrows shot up as I carefully climbed on top of him, bringing my lips back to his. I kissed every inch of bare skin that was available, all the way down to the waistband of his pajama pants. Hooking my fingers into the elastic waistband, I pulled his pants down to his ankles before tearing them off and dropping them onto the floor. It then hit me that he hadn’t worn any boxers to bed, so I was face to face with the largest cock I had ever seen.
The mere size of it was a thing that I only read about in romance novels that I got sucked into reading. It was so thick that I didn’t know if there was any way I would fit that into my mouth, let alone inside of me whenever we did have sex. I licked my lips before wrapping my hand around the base, my hand nowhere near big enough to wrap all the way around. My eyes locked with Jameson’s as I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip that already had precum beading out of it. The saltiness that met my tongue almost made me crave more. I had heard my fair share of blowjob horror stories from my friends, but when it tasted this good…why would anyone complain?
Jameson’s mouth fell open as he watched me roll my tongue along the tip of his cock, my hand at the base of his length giving him a little squeeze every now and again. When my mouth closed over the whole head, I took a deep breath and pushed as much as I could of him into my mouth. My jaw was practically unhinged as I relaxed my throat and let him slide past my gag reflex. I could hear Jameson’s breath catch in his throat and my heart pounded as I came back up for air.
“How the fuck could anyone complain about this?” Jameson questioned aloud.
I smiled innocently before taking him back into my mouth. My head began to bob, and I felt Jameson take my hair into his hands, getting it out of the way so that he could see. Everywhere that my mouth couldn’t reach, my hand worked it for me. Groans came from the man above me, and they only pushed me to keep going. Increasing the intensity of how I sucked and the pace at which I sucked and moved my hand, I could feel Jameson’s cock harden quickly. It twitched at my touch and I knew that he was close by how hard he was breathing. It also didn’t hurt that he was tugging on my hair and gently thrusting his hips to slide him into my mouth just a little more than before.