Bad Reputation

by Jessa James

  “Good girl,” he says. “Now get naked. And sit on the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

  He disappears, leaving me to strip down. I take off my dress, shimmying out of it and dropping it to the floor. I hesitate, then unhook my bra and take that off. I wait for a second to see if Jameson will reappear, but he doesn’t.

  So I take a seat on the bed, placing my ass on the very edge of the bed. He comes back in the room, a silky black bag in his hands. He closes the door behind himself, giving me a wicked smile. He sets the bag down beside me and looks at me, like a big cat contemplating his prey.

  His eyes are everywhere on my naked skin. They feel like a caress, hot and heavy. He opens the shiny black bag, withdrawing a popsicle, lube… and a smooth purple dildo, about three inches long. My eyes go wide.

  “A dildo?” I say. The very idea of him using that on me makes me squirm. “Aren’t you supposed to want to be the only dick in this bedroom?”

  “Cute.” He grins. He tosses the dildo on the bed, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. He looks appreciatively at my naked body, at my perky nipples.

  “Don’t worry about that right now,” he says, coming over to stand between my legs. “Just be with me, Emma.”

  He tears the wrapper off the popsicle, revealing the flavor. It is bright cherry red. He puts his mouth on it, mmming a little for my benefit. The he pulls it out of his mouth with a pop, holding it out to me. I hesitantly stick out my tongue, shivering at how cold and sweet it is.

  He kneels down on the floor between my knees, sucking on the popsicle. I can’t help but stare at him, at the way his mouth and throat work as he sucks on the popsicle so intently.

  “It’s sweet,” he says, his eyes full of dark promise. “But not as sweet as you.”

  He kisses me, the fruity flavor of the popsicle still on his tongue. Then he pulls back, brushing the popsicle over the tip of my breast. I gasp. He follows the cold of the popsicle with the heat of his mouth, using his tongue.

  I moan, vaguely aware of how needy he’s making me, and thrust my chest out. The hot and cold sensations are so opposite, raising goosebumps across my skin. I can feel everything so much more sharply, with laser precision, as he abrades my nipple with his tongue.

  I cry out. He pushes me back on the bed, bringing the popsicle down lower. I buck once, and he stops and looks up at me.

  “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound, or I will stop. Do you understand?”

  My oversexed brain make me sit up and stare at him like an idiot.

  “am I not clear?” he says.

  “No, you were,” I say.

  “Good. That’s the last I want to hear from you,” he says, pushing me back down. He kisses my inner thigh, and I have to grip the sheets, trying desperately not to squirm or moan.

  His tongue follows the popsicle to my belly button, to my hip bone, then down between my legs. I bite my lower lip, struggling to lie still. By the time he brushes the popsicle over my clit, I am ready to scream from the anticipation he has built up inside me.

  The popsicle disappears, tossed aside somewhere. He knows my body, he knows that I’m ready to burst. He takes his time about making me cum though. He slowly licks and sucks at my clit until I am panting, trying not to beg as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my flesh.

  He stops for a second, and I audibly whine. He moves to retrieve the dildo. I freeze up a little but before I can protest, he returns to lick my clit in slow, lazy circles.

  I am desperate for him, moaning and clenching my hands into fists in the sheets. He takes full advantage, easing the dildo against my lower lips. I am so wet and excited that I don’t need any lube. As he presses the dildo against my pussy I make a sound, a kind of whimper, and he takes his mouth away again.

  I could feel my body weeping for him, feel the sheets beneath my body growing damp, clinging to my ass cheeks.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet so that I can finish eating your pussy?” he murmurs against my bare flesh. “I really hope you are, because I can’t wait to watch you call out my name.”

  I nod, feeling my face grow red. I shut my mouth and go still, willing him to continue.

  He presses against my pussy lips again with the dildo. I am so wet, it slides in partially with no resistance. God, the pressure of the dildo feel good, almost like his cock.

  He withdraws it, kissing my clit once more. I couldn’t be quiet, so I groaned softly. He doesn’t pause, he just moves the dildo in again, licking my clit.

  “Oh god,” I gasp. “Fuck!”

  I grab the sheets, knowing that I am going to come soon. I feel my thighs shake as he french kisses my clit. As he moves his tongue, he gently pulls the dildo out of my pussy, and moves it to my ass instead.

  I am shocked enough by the contact to make a noise, but luckily this time he doesn’t stop licking. He turns up the intensity of his french kiss as he gently presses the dildo against my ass.

  Jameson pauses, and I groan. When he returns, he moves the little dildo against my rear entrance once more, and I feel the slipperiness of the lube he has added. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes.

  It feels so naughty but so fucking good. He slips the dildo into my ass while he kisses my clit. The sensation of being very full and very fucking ready to come washes over me.

  “Oh god… please…” I beg him.

  He chuckles. That is enough for me. My eyes roll back in my head, and I clench and shake. I feel enraptured, but even as I am drifting down, he is already preparing for more. He sheds his jeans, his expression intense.

  He gets up, putting the dildo aside. Flipping me over on my hands and knees, he smacks my ass once. A chill runs down my spine, unbidden,

  Jameson actually growls his excitement, which only increases my sense of anticipation. He pushes my thighs apart and presses his thick cock against the entrance to my pussy. He feels so huge from this angle, impossibly big.

  He uses a little of my lubrication to push himself halfway in. We both groan. He wraps my long dark hair in his fist, withdraws slightly, and then hammers himself home.

  I cry out, the pleasure bordering on pain. He is so big, filling every single inch of me, touching every secret spot inside.

  He grasps one of my hips and starts thrusting slowly. I shudder as he withdraws and then fills me completely, again and again. Jameson increases his speed, gripping my hair and fucking me harder.

  I moan, feeling him filling every inch of my pussy. He shifts a little, and suddenly he is hitting my g-spot. I tighten and clench instinctively around his cock.

  “Ah!” I call. “God, right there!”

  “You like that?” he growls. “I want you to cum so hard. I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”

  I groan as he hits my g-spot over and over, his thrusts as rapid as gunfire. Everything inside my body tightens.

  “Oh god… oh god, Jameson, I’m— I’m—” I cry, clenching around his cock. I feel like I am exploding, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  He groans as he comes, finishing with a final thrust. I can actually feel the hot spurts of cum as he releases them in my pussy.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles, struggling for breath.

  He loosens his hold on my hair, leaning forward to kiss my lower back. I collapse on the bed, giving a breathless chuckle.

  He withdraws, falling onto the bed beside me. I sweep my hair over my shoulder and roll over, facing him. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles.

  As he lies there next to me, trying to control his breathing, I can’t help the way my heart squeezes. When I look at him, I can hardly breathe for wanting to spill my guts all over the damn place.

  Instead of telling him that I love him, though, I opt for temperance.

  “Would it be weird if I asked you to be my boyfriend?” I blurt out. I turn red immediately, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from covering my mouth.

  He opens his eyes, his dark gaze pinning me. “It definitely wouldn’t
be weird. I would have asked you to be my girlfriend sooner or later, officially.”

  He props himself up on one hand, leaning forward to kiss me ever so slowly. My heart rate goes through the roof.

  “Yeah?” I ask, feeling needy and pathetic. The part of me that worshipped Jameson for so long can’t believe that I’m here right now, having this conversation with him.

  He chuckles. “Yes. I feel…” He clears his throat, sobering. “It feels like we are more than boyfriend and girlfriend, though. There isn’t a word for what we are, I feel like. I’m… I’m not even sure how this happened, to tell you the truth.”

  I kiss him, tasting the salt on his lips. “We’ll have to make up a word, maybe.”

  His eyes crinkle. “Yeah.”

  “I’ll work on it,” I promise, snuggling closer.

  He doesn’t say anything, just holds me close. And that is plenty for me right now.

  20

  Jameson

  I worked late last night, which means that Emma spent the night in my bed. I wake up early the next morning and leave her sleeping peacefully in my bed, the sun only just creeping in the window. I spend a long while looking through my realtor’s website, looking at prices and saving the properties that I like.

  I might not be buying this house with Asher, but Forest did light a fire under my ass. Real estate is the way of the future, it seems. So I talked with a realtor about a week ago, and now she has me on her website, trying to figure out what I want.

  I want at least two bedrooms. One for me, one for guests, or maybe an office. Also, I’d like a nice yard, big enough that I can grill in. Big enough for a nice swing set, some day in the distant future.

  It seems kind of weird to be planning for something years ahead of time, but I’m doing it anyway. When I finally get a list of places that I want to see together, I email them to my realtor. Almost instantly, she responds asking if I have time to see them today.

  Today? I try not to panic. I mean, I do have the day off today. All I was going to do was try to convince Emma to surf. I think about it for a minute, then put my laptop aside.

  Heading back to my bedroom, I creep in. Emma stirs in the bed, her long dark hair splayed out on her pillow. For a moment, I admire her dark lashes against her pale cheek, the soft petal pink of her lips.

  I sit down beside her, and the movement makes her open her eyes a little. She sees me, and she smiles. Something stirs deep inside me, something raw and emotional.

  “Hey you,” she whispers.

  “Hey.” I lean down to kiss her, and she rises to meet my lips.

  After a moment, she breaks away. “Is there a reason why you are already up?”

  The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yeah, actually. How do you feel about looking at houses today?”

  She seems surprised. “You mean, houses for you?”

  “For me to buy,” I clarify. “And live in.”

  Emma sits up. “I had no idea that you were even looking.”

  “I’m not, but I think I should change that.” I glance at the sheet that she has tucked under her arm, to protect her modesty. It’s barely hanging on. I tug it just a little, and I’m rewarded by seeing her full, pert breast.

  “Jameson!” she scolds, plucking at the sheet.

  I reach out and cup her breast, my fingers finding the nipple and tugging it gently. She looks irritated, but her nipple pebbles under my touch. When I bend down and take that pouty pink nipple in my mouth, she makes a soft sound.

  Her fingers find my hair, playing with it lightly as I abrade her nipple with my tongue. Her eyes close part of the way.

  “You are so bad,” she says.

  I suck on her flesh just a second longer, then release her. I left a nice bright pink mark on her areola, which I like seeing.

  “You didn’t answer my question, though.” I slide my hand over her side, down her hip.

  “About going to look at houses? Yes, of course I’ll go. I love looking at an unfinished space.” Her eyes open, more green than ever. “What time should we go?”

  I’m distracted by pulling the sheet away from her body, though. “Later.”

  I get a good grip on her hips and kiss my way down her body. For a good long while, I’m lost in her throaty purrs and sighs of pleasure.

  When my brain winds down again enough that I can think of the realtor once more, the sun is blindingly bright coming through the windows of my bedroom. I dig around for my phone and email her back, letting her know that today is good for me.

  A couple hours later, Emma and I are standing in the front yard of a ranch home, holding hands and blinking into the sun. The house itself is unimpressive and bland, and the yard we are standing in is mostly sand and dirt.

  “This home is great!” crows Ally, our middle aged realtor. She tugs on the hem of her too-short bright red power suit. “Two bedrooms, two baths. A recently remodeled kitchen. You guys just have to see the inside.”

  I just grunt, unsure about the suitability of the house so far.

  Emma nudges me with an elbow. “We would love to see it.”

  Ally grins broadly and walks up to the front porch, wrestling with a lockbox on the front door. She grimaces as she pushes the door, which only opens with a long scraping sound. “You can see that this house is sort of a handyman’s special. It has a lot of potential, but it’s priced really reasonably…”

  Emma glances at me. “This is your show. Do you want to go in?”

  I hesitantly nod. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  I lead Emma inside, blanching a little at the green wallpaper and orange shag carpeting that greet us. It’s straight out of the late seventies.

  “This is a great starter home,” Ally says. “It just needs some love and attention to be beautiful.”

  I clear my throat. “Are most of the homes in my price range so… in need of work?”

  Ally smiles. “Not all of them. This one needs more work, but it’s also bigger than a lot of the places on your list. Come in a little further and look around. I think you’ll find that the house has really good bones.”

  We drift through the house while Ally describes how the kitchen has been remodeled, how the bedrooms can look amazing with very little work. The bathrooms are hilariously out of date, but there is enough space for an office. Plus there is a pretty large back yard, which could easily house the grill and swingset that I envision.

  Ally leaves us alone in the back yard for a bit. Emma looks at me, curious.

  “You haven’t really said much the whole time. What do you think about this house?” she asks.

  “I don’t know,” I say, sighing and running my hand through my hair. “Ally keeps talking about how much potential the house has, but I have trouble seeing it. What do you think?”

  “Me? I don’t know.” She bites her lip.

  I look at her. “You have an opinion, Emma. It could very well be your house, in a not too distant future. Can you imagine living here?”

  She flushes bright pink. “Is that what you think?”

  “What?”

  She looks down at the ground. “That this could be my house some day.”

  I hesitate, confused. “Well, yeah. I’m asking your opinion because it actually matters whether or not you could see yourself settle in here someday soon. Moving in is the next step, isn’t it?”

  “It is…” she says, but she still won’t look at me.

  “Emma,” I say, gently grasping her wrist. She looks at me, seeming conflicted. “Am I crazy in thinking that we’ll eventually want to take that next step together?”

  Her eyes mist over as she looks at me. When she speaks, her voice is a little choked up. “You are definitely not crazy. I just… I’m just happy to hear that you feel the same way, I guess.”

  I draw her in, closing my arms around her. “Of course I do. I might be a stubborn ass, but I feel like… like since we got past the whole being broken up thing… I don’t know, I just thought…”

  She presse
s her face against my chest, nodding. “I understand, I think. You feel like we’ll just keep going, now that we cleared that one big hurdle.”

  “Exactly. That’s it exactly.” I couldn’t say it myself, but she knew what I meant anyway. I can’t express my gratitude enough through words, so I just hug her harder.

  We stand like that for a while, her face pressed into me, my arms around her shoulders. Eventually Ally sticks her head out of the back door.

  “Are you guys doing all right out here? Do you want to see some more houses?” she asks.

  I pull back, looking down at Emma. The corners of her lips lift upward.

  “I think we’re ready to see another house. Right?” I ask.

  She doesn’t skip a beat or break eye contact. “Definitely ready.”

  “Great! I have another house that may be more up your alley,” Ally chirps. “It definitely has more curb appeal than this house, for sure.”

  I take Emma by the hand, leading her through the house and out the front door. She is all smiles as we get in Ally’s car and drive to the next house.

  We drive until we’re only a few blocks from Redemption Beach. I look at the sandy yards of the little bungalows with the white picket fences we’re passing, my interest piqued. When we pull up out front of the place, I stare at the house for a full second.

  It’s a tiny cottage that’s been painted bright yellow, with a neatly maintained sandy yard and a perfect white picket fence.

  “Isn’t it great?” Ally asks, looking back at me. “It’s from the 1930s, all original inside too. And it’s obviously on this super cute street of houses.”

  “I… it is great,” I say, getting out of the car. I feel Emma as she gets out behind me. “This is what I imagine, when I imagine a house I could buy.”

  “Wait until you see the inside!” Ally says. “It looks cute as a postage stamp out here, but inside it’s roomy, too.”

  Emma slips her hand into mine, squeezing my fingers. I follow Ally through the fence and into the yard.

  “You’re going to like the back yard area too,” Ally says as she unlocks the door. “It’s nice and big. It’s even shaded by a couple of big trees.”