by A. Aubry
“Shit, so deep,” I moaned as my head laid back against the door.
That triggered something within Jameson. One of his hands grabbed my ass as the other braced itself against the door before hard slams of his cock came into me. I screamed, my steady breathing turning quickly into heavy panting as my body greeted every thrust with a surge of pleasure. Jameson’s eyes met mine and all I could see was the lust that he had for me. My mind tried to bring up a reminder that I wasn’t the first girl that he had fucked in here, but I didn’t care. Jameson was all mine now; every fuck was just between us.
I screamed out as my orgasm ripped through me violently. He knew exactly what to do to my body to get what he wanted at whatever rate that he wanted it. Jameson continued to thrust into me through my orgasm, using a little extra effort thanks to how tight my insides were clamping down on him as I rode it out. When it finally let up, I could barely breathe. Hell, I could barely see with all the stars that were exploding in my vision.
Vaguely, I felt Jameson walk us over to the couch. He set me down and sweetly kissed my lips until the effects of my orgasm finally subsided. I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling erratically as I panted for him. But from the looks of how his cock was pointing straight at me, he wasn’t exactly finished with me yet. It was a good thing that I took a nap after lunch, because this was going to take a lot of energy.
“Get on your knees on the couch, grab onto the back,” Jameson ordered.
Slowly, just so that I could torture him a little bit, I rolled over onto my knees. My hands rested on the back of the couch as I leaned over, pushing my ass out towards my husband. He helped open my legs a little more before he came up behind me. His fingers ran through my wetness and I all but screamed for more. They disappeared and I let out a grunt of disappointment. I needed pleasuring just as much as he did.
I felt one of his hands on my ass as he gently pulled the cheeks apart. My eyebrows furrowed together because he had never done that before when we had sex. That was when I felt the pressure in my ass and it took me by complete surprise.
“Uh, Jay…” I swallowed hard, “I think you’re just a little too high up.”
“Oh no, baby, I am exactly where I need to be,” Jameson groaned.
I felt the head of his cock slip into my ass and I gasped, my head falling forward as my chin hit my chest.
“Holy fuck,” Jameson growled, “I’ve never fucked an ass this tight.”
He had told me shortly after we met that he had done this before, but I just never knew with whom he had done it. Then again, he had his fair share of girls during his playboy years. I could see how he had done it, the girls in his past did have a pretty wild side.
“It’s only tight because I’ve never done this before,” I whispered, feeling him push further in.
Literally, the thought never crossed my damn mind. The sex that Jameson and I had had up until this point was amazing, I never even thought about anal sex. Now that he was pushing his cock into my ass, I really contemplated why we hadn’t discussed this type of sex before. It actually felt really good.
“Good, I get to fuck my wife’s virgin ass,” Jameson replied.
He finally bottomed out, his balls gently slapping against my sex and I let out the loudest moan to date. Feeling this full, this stretched out, was amazing. That was when I had an idea that I knew Jameson would be on board with. Rummaging through his suitcoat that sat beside me, I pulled out his phone and opened up the camera.
“What are you doing, baby?” Jameson asked, slowly pulling his cock out of my ass.
I switched the camera mode to video, flipped the camera view so that it settled on me, and hit record, “Let’s see…it’s day…nine of marriage…and my hot as fuck husband has to decided to fuck my ass for the very first time. As he was balls deep in my ass, I decided we should document this moment so that you, Future Jameson, can get off on this and know that you should get home and fuck your wife however you want to right now.”
I looked back at Jameson and smiled innocently, “What do you think, Jay? You wanna get our first time ever doing anal on camera for you to watch some other time?”
“How the fuck did I marry the perfect girl?” Jameson questioned as he took the phone from me and switched the camera view.
“You just got lucky, I guess,” I grinned and leaned back to kiss him.
“I got very lucky,” Jameson wrapped one arm around me and kissed me deeply.
As soon as we were out of breath from our kiss, I got back into position and Jameson pushed the head of his cock back into my ass, “Take two of taking my wife’s ass for the very first time.”
I giggled at his commentary and rather than taking it slow this time, Jameson thrust so quickly that he bottomed out in less than a second. One of his hands held onto the curve of my ass while the other focused the camera on where the action was taking place. It only took a few thrusts before we found a rhythm. Moans and incoherent words were just falling from my lips as I moved my hands from the back of the couch onto the wall behind it, pushing myself back against Jameson to meet his every thrust. I looked back at Jameson and he brought the camera to look back at me.
“How does it feel for me to fuck your ass, Bri?” Jameson asked like he was an interviewer.
“It feels so fucking good, Jay. Keep going, I’m going to come,” I groaned as I arched my back and pushed back into him harder.
His free hand moved around in front of me and began to rub my clit. I screamed as my eyes squeezed shut and my orgasm railroaded me. My body went stiff before it went limp and I collapsed on the couch. Jameson grunted loudly as he pulled out and immediately I felt his cum splatter onto my back. He did that in the very first video that we ever made and I took it as something that really turned him on. Jameson collapsed beside me on the couch, his cock slowly softening from finally getting his release.
I watched as he stopped the video and tossed his phone onto the couch beside him. His head turned towards me, a large satisfied smile on his face. Carefully scooting over towards him, I kissed his lips. I got up from the couch and walked over to his desk where he had a box of tissues. Well, walk was a bit of a stretch. I was walking like Bambi walked when he was just a baby because my legs felt like absolute Jell-O. Jameson chuckled as I came back over towards him with the tissue and let him wipe off my back. Once I was cleaned up, I sat beside him and cuddled in close to his side.
“Well that was a great twist to our night,” Jameson laughed as he put his arm around me.
“Do not tell me that you hadn’t planned that.”
“I didn’t! But one look at you in that position and all I saw was how beautiful your ass looked.”
“I swear to god, if you tell me you have taken other girls’ anal virginity in this room like that then I really will make you sleep on the couch tonight.”
I really didn’t want to be just another woman he conquered in this office, regardless of if I was his wife or not. What just happened between us, I felt like it was something special. It would kill me to know that he did that to other women in here before me.
Jameson brought his lips down to mine, giving me reassuring kisses, “Only you, baby. That was a first for me in every sense of the word.”
“But, you’ve told me that you had done that before,” I looked into his eyes and struggled not to get lost in them.
“I have never taken a girls’ anal virginity before tonight. Yes, I have done anal before, but those girls had done it way before we ever did it. That was why I said I had never fucked an ass that tight, because those girls weren’t tight like yours was.”
“And you just decided on a whim that tonight was the night for you to take mine?”
He chuckled and shook his head, “Yes. The things you to do me, I kinda black out when we have sex sometimes. You have this weird effect on me where I just lose all control.”
“You do the same to me, Jay. Everything about you drives me crazy that I can’t help myself.”
“So, I’m not exiled to the couch?”
“Not tonight at least,” I teased before bringing his lips to mine.
Chapter Twenty
The rest of the week’s press for Club Roma went off without a hitch. I even recorded one of Jameson’s television interviews just because I was so happy and proud of him. It was amazing how well the club was doing in Los Angeles and more and more celebrities were showing up every night. Cora Carlson even became a regular and the fact that we got to talk and actually got along very well still made me fangirl deep down inside.
We had been back in Chicago for going on three days and it was the night of the big Masquerade Theme Night at The Green Room. I had gone out with Ashley to get a new dress just for the occasion, a blood red satin gown that hugged my curves just right. My matching red sequined mask really made the blue in my eyes pop and I couldn’t wait to see Jameson in his mask. I stepped out of our room and went in search of Jameson. Lo and behold, I found him in his office, getting some last-minute work in.
“Come on, Mr. Barnes. Your wife wants to get to this party on time, you know.”
He lifted his head and his eyes widened as he took in my dress, “Looking like that, we might not make it to the party at all.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the fact that I was blushing as red as my dress, “Later, baby. Right now, we need to get to this party. A lot of press is going to be there this evening.”
Jameson stood up from his oversized office chair and buttoned his tuxedo jacket up in the front. The way he looked in a tuxedo was absolutely delicious. Not only did it remind me of our wedding day, but the man could work a tuxedo as though it was his every day fashion. He grabbed his mask off the desk and walked over to me, putting his hands on my hips.
“You look gorgeous, Bri. Red is definitely your color,” he said softly before kissing my lips.
“Thank you, Jay. And you look very handsome in your tuxedo,” I grinned as I straightened his bowtie.
Jameson held out his arm for me and I happily took it, “Let’s get this show on the road. I have a hot date with a woman in a slinky red dress later.”
I giggled and let him escort me to the elevator and down to the car that waited outside. As Christopher drove us to the club, Jameson put on his mask and my heart felt as though it had stopped beating entirely. I knew that he would look hot in the damn thing, I just wasn’t expecting how hot he would look. I swallowed hard as I pushed my thighs together, attempting to calm down my body’s obvious reaction to him.
Before he could even notice, the car pulled up in front of the club. Jameson let himself out and came around to help me out of the car. As beautiful as the dress was, it wasn’t exactly made for getting in and out of vehicles apparently. On his arm once again, Jameson and I walked past the bouncer with a smile and entered the club. The atmosphere had changed drastically from how it usually was. Where once it was a place of high end nightlife, tonight it was a room filled with mystery as people were clad in all styles of dress with so many different types of masks that I lost track of how many that I saw.
The place was already packed, and the bouncer had only started letting people in for almost an hour before we got there. I thought that the nineties theme night was popular, tonight was definitely going to prove me wrong. I guess it had something to do with the air of mystery that a mask gave someone. If you could be anybody for the night, why not slip on a mask and be who you always saw yourself to be?
While Jameson was off talking to some of the press that showed up for the evening, my friends and I partied like it was nobody’s business. The bass of the music thumped around us rhythmically and we let ourselves get lost. Everyone around us was enjoying the party, why not enjoy the party with them? We even got to steal Jameson away for a little bit and I got to have a few dances with him before he had to go work the room again.
Finally running out of steam, I dismissed myself from my friends and went to the bar in search of a drink. Kelly and Keira were both working the bar because of the massive crowds. I found an open barstool and sat up on it waving at Kelly. She wore a violet knee-length dress that was skin tight with a matching mask. Keira refused to wear a mask because it caused her too many blind spots while she was bartending. I wasn’t going to make her wear one, because who wanted to upset the best bartender in Chicago?
“What can I get for you, lovely lady?” Kelly called out over the crowd before giving me a wink.
I laughed, “Just some water, please. We’ve been working up a sweat out there.”
She filled a glass with water and slid it over towards me, “I saw that you got Jameson out on the dance floor.”
“Is that not a normal thing for him to do?” I questioned, taking a long sip of my drink.
“It’s just so weird! Usually when he is here all I ever do is see him work in the back office unless you are here. Before he met you, the man and his friends were all over the crowd to see if they could find girls.”
“So, you’re saying that I changed him?” I offered.
“For the better, of course. Sure, he would act as though he was happy in his weird playboy ways, but that’s not the Jameson that I saw when we worked together one on one in the office. He told me that he had his heart broken and he wasn’t going to settle down anytime soon. Then one day he shows back up to help us out and all he does is gush about his girlfriend, Briella. I look at him like my brother because of how much we have been through with this club and I am so happy to see that he is finally happy again.”
I stood up and reached over the bar, pulling Kelly into a hug, “Thank you so much for looking out for him, Kelly. I know he thinks of you like a sister and you two are definitely kicking ass with this club.”
She squeezed me tight before releasing me, “We have you to thank for that. He told me it was your idea for the theme nights and look at how amazing they have been.”
I went to reply when Keira came over to us and slid something my way, “Someone told me to give this to you.”
Picking up the folded napkin, I read what was written inside.
Meet me outside in five. Time to take this party home.
My face lit up as I folded the napkin back up. Sure, the club wasn’t going to shut down for a few more hours, but Kelly, Keira, and the rest of the staff were more than capable of closing up for the night. My husband wanted to take me home and I was nowhere near wanting to fight it.
“Well, I’ll talk to you two later. The masquerade looks like a big success! I can’t wait to come in tomorrow and see Jameson’s face when he sees the numbers.”
We all said our goodbyes and I sought out my friends to let them know that Jameson slipped me a note that we were going to go home. Ashley gave me a knowing smile as she danced with one of the men that were dancing around us before. Giving a small wave, I weaved through the people that were still filing in through the door and went outside. The cool late-September air was a welcome rush once I stepped away from the entrance. It was hotter than hell in that building with all the bodies in one space.
Holding onto my clutch, I looked around as I waited for Jameson. That was when I heard one of the voices that I thought was long gone from my life.
“Hey, Bri,” Gavin sidled up to me, wearing a black mask and one of his signature ill-fitted suits.
“Oh, hey, Gavin. Are you enjoying the masquerade?” I asked politely.
“I would, if my girlfriend was allowed to get inside,” he muttered.
The only way that someone would not be allowed to get into the club was if they were underage. There was a very short list of people who were on the list of those not allowed in the club for other reasons such as disturbances within the club. The bouncers outside were amazing at picking out fake ID’s for those who were underage but wanted to get in and they weren’t afraid to turn someone down when they were on the list of those not allowed back into the club for a period of time.
“I’m sorry to hear that. What’s her name? Mayb
e I can go talk to the bouncer about why he won’t let her in.”
It was only fair that I would do something nice for him, I did break our engagement for the man that I ended up marrying after all. He pointed to someone behind me and I turned my head slowly.
“You already know her, Melody James.”
At the sight of Melody, I wanted to run. Just when my feet decided that it was a good plan to do so, Gavin’s arm wrapped around me from behind and pulled me against him as he covered my mouth with a cloth. Whatever the cloth was doused in burned my nose and throat as I tried to fight it. I could feel my body get weaker, feel my limbs going limp. There wasn’t even an opportunity for me to scream before my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.
“It’s about fucking time. Look, Mel, she’s finally starting to wake up,” Gavin’s voice sounded so far away but I knew that he was closer than I would have liked.
I forced my eyes to open, even though all I wanted to do was sleep just a little longer. My body felt like it had been filled with lead and my mouth felt as though it was stuffed with cotton while I was asleep.
“Rise and shine, Bri,” Melody’s voice called out from somewhere in front of me.
My eyes finally focused on her and the smug smile that she wore. Gavin stood off to my side, his hand practically brushing against my shoulder. I tried to move my arms, but one glance down told me that I was tied to the chair that I was sitting on.
“Why did you take me?” I asked as best I could through my ungodly dry mouth.
“Remember that little note that I sent you last week? This is the ‘or else’.”
“You kidnapped me to get me away from Jameson? Gavin said he was your boyfriend…so why would you want Jameson?”
Melody rolled her eyes and looked at Gavin, “Gavin, how many times do I have to say that I am not your girlfriend? We are partners in tearing Briella and Jameson apart because you want her, and I want him.”