by C. J. Lake
Sky gripped Jamie’s hair while they kissed hungrily; his hands roamed everywhere. When their mouths broke apart, he was breathing hard and Sky could barely think. “I’ve been going crazy wanting you,” he said almost urgently, and ran his palms over her ass again. Squeezing it, he groaned and buried his head in the curve of her neck.
Feeling Jamie’s breath warm on her throat frazzled Sky’s brain even more. “Oh, I, please—” she stammered impatiently, pulling on Jamie’s tee shirt, “—just take this off.”
He took a step back from her, stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Sky was just drinking in the utterly mouthwatering sight of him when she felt Jamie’s fingers edging up her top. Silently, she complied and raised her arms while he peeled it off.
Jamie cursed softly as he worshiped Sky with his eyes, blatantly lust-struck by her breasts, still half covered by her lacy black bra. “You are so sexy…” he rasped, unhooking the front clasp of her bra and peeling the cups apart. When his palms covered her bare breasts, he dipped his head down and started kissing her neck again. What he was doing to her nipples sent shock waves of pleasure straight between her legs. How was he doing that? she wondered hazily as she unwittingly arched her back to bring her breasts deeper into his hands.
The next thing she knew, his fingers had snaked into her hair, while his other hand lingered on her breast—and they were kissing again. With his blatantly aroused cock pressing against her, Sky was lost…especially when Jamie slid his tongue deep into her mouth, or when he sucked on her lower lip, or when he tightened his grip on her hair and grunted like a caveman. She could tell that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He had her so worked up already, Sky was afraid of how far she’d go—terrified of how far she wanted to go. Even right now. Even against this door. No, no, she banished the exciting thought. She couldn’t make another mistake.
Oh, God…
Now he was running his open mouth down her throat. With his hand still tangled in her hair, he tilted her head back a little, as his free hand traveled over her bare breast, down her stomach, and then slid between her legs. Sky gasped, partly in surprise. The fact that he kept his hand on the outside of her pants did nothing to lessen Sky’s response. In fact, the way Jamie was rubbing the heel of his hand on her crotch created such white-hot friction that, in seconds, Sky was rocking her hips, trying to get more…
“No one has ever made me feel like this,” she whispered, honestly not sure where this untamed, animalistic side of her had been.
It was only when he started unzipping her pants that she regained some sanity. This was getting out of control, way too fast. “Jamie…” Sky started to whisper, totally intent on saying something but it got lost as soon as his mouth covered hers again. His lips were soft but insistent and she was totally enraptured by this take-charge, passionate side of him. Jamie was always so easygoing but now the pure animal male was coming out of him and it felt so good, so right, to be kissing him.
And yet…he was tuned into her, too, because he’d stilled his hand at her zipper, almost silently waiting for her to set the pace.
His tongue was hot and his kisses were dangerously seductive—in fact, it terrified her how much she wanted him to keep going. How she wanted to fall against him and open her mouth wider and wrap her legs around him and do anything right now.
The crazy, wildly erotic thought shook her sense back for a moment and she remembered what she was trying to say. As he kissed her again, she clung to him, licking deeply into his mouth, surrendering to a few more scorching moments, as he backed her up against the wall. When her back hit the wall, Sky gasped and gulped and said, “Wait—Jamie, wait.”
Breathing hard, he pulled his face back a couple inches so he could look at her. “What’s wrong?” he murmured, gently cupping her cheek. He looked so heartbreakingly cute and irresistible in that moment, with his glasses a little crooked from their making out, and his hair all tousled and she thought about how incensed he’d been with her tonight. She never wanted him to be angry with her again, she never wanted to lose what they had, even though she wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet.
Still, she had to be clear. She didn’t want any regrets.
“I…” she began, almost tripping on her words before she’d said anything. Then she cleared her throat and blurted it out. “I don’t want to have sex.” It was a bald statement, without seductiveness or finesse, but it was ripped from the place inside her that was most truthful. Well, not quite. Of course, on a purely physical level, she wanted to have sex with Jamie—but on a mental and emotional level she couldn’t, not yet.
She thought she’d have to explain all that, or some variation, but Jamie didn’t even question it. He just nodded, his palm still on her cheek. “Okay,” he said, nonplussed.
“Okay…?”
“Sure.”
Sky almost laughed. He made it so easy—he made everything easy. He just made everything better, even an awkward, uncomfortable moment for her. He made everything fun. “I’m crazy about you,” she blurted on a whisper.
Grinning, Jamie leaned down to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Then he said, “You have no idea how happy you’re making me right now.”
Sky sighed as she ran her fingers through Jamie’s hair, then added, “So, you know how we can’t have sex tonight?”
“Yes…” He still wasn’t asking why.
“Well, um…we can do other stuff,” Sky ventured hopefully. She was way too turned on to call it a night yet.
With a low chuckle, Jamie snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her snugly up against him—making it even harder to miss his impressive erection. “Yeah, that wasn’t even in question,” he agreed, and before she knew it, she was lost in another thoroughly passionate kiss.
Each one led to another as the fire between them rose higher—and then blew up.
To say they were going at it would be an understatement. They kissed almost desperately, frantically, clutching onto each other, as Jamie led Sky away from the door, pulling her deeper into his apartment.
In a blink, Sky ended up wearing only her thong—as her pants, high heels, and bra were discarded along the way. She found herself pressed up against the bookcase that lined the back of Jamie’s sofa. Somehow Jamie’s glasses were gone. Then his hand moved between her legs again. This time, his fingers slipped deftly inside her thong. Soon, Sky was practically panting, aroused by the sound of Jamie’s heavy breathing, and the sensation of his two fingers on her down there…in the perfect spot, moving in the perfect circular motion that would drive any girl crazy. He kept on going, like a master of what he was doing; she moaned and slid her eyes closed, digging her fingers into his strong shoulders.
Wordlessly, Jamie pressed up even closer to her, as his fingers kept rubbing her—gently but with just enough pressure to build up something smoking hot and barely contained.
“God, yes,” Sky whispered coaxingly, moving her hips against his hand, “right there…”
Soon she felt Jamie’s mouth on her jaw, his lips fanning over her cheek, and then his warm breath near her ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and a little ragged. “Do you ever touch yourself there?” he asked. After a second’s hesitation, Sky whispered a barely audible yes, and Jamie murmured, “Do you ever think of me?”
When she was touching herself? Yes. And after tonight, sexual thoughts of him were sure to drive her even crazier. Still, she felt almost intimidated—to ask her a question like that!—but then she reminded herself that this was Jamie. Confident and direct and apparently, so passionate, she thought with excitement.
“You know the answer,” she boldly told him, and pulled him in for another crushing kiss. Then Jamie’s hand slipped away and Sky nearly panicked. It was instinctual when she questioned, “No, wait, why are you stopping?”
As he shoved down her thong and grabbed the back of her thighs, he whispered, “Who’s stopping?” and lifted her up onto the bookcase.
Now she was totally exposed.
Jamie practically growled as his eyes coasted down her naked body, sitting on the bookcase, sprawled open for him. Then his fingers returned to her, only this time, he slid them inside her—deep. Sky gasped sharply at the feel of him, the shock of it, and her neck arched as she tried to catch her breath.
Meanwhile, Jamie worked his hand on her, sliding in and out with his fingers while he rubbed her clit with his thumb; he was stroking her so intimately, it was like he was touching nerve endings that she had no idea about, that she’d never felt—electrifying sensations that were making it hard not to jerk and thrash right off the bookcase. He made it hard to breathe or even formulate words.
She felt him crush against her and his mouth at her ear, saying in a strained voice, “Tell me when you’re close.”
“I’m close,” Sky blurted out immediately—God, she couldn’t believe how close she was—and he grunted hungrily as he shoved his shorts down. He took her hand and wrapped it around his full, stiff cock, which felt huge, and she didn’t need any further encouragement to start stroking him. It was obvious now that he wanted them to come at the same time.
He was pulsing in her hand and irresistible. Why hadn’t she touched him sooner? she wondered hazily, and began stroking him, as he kept driving her insane with his hand. Moaning weakly, Sky stroked him faster, going on instinct, until—suddenly—her climax exploded and she cried out, waves of ecstasy rolling through her that were violently strong. It had been way too long since she’d made out with anyone and it had never been this intense.
With her body still vibrating and Sky still gasping, she felt Jamie’s hand cover hers, urging her to squeeze his cock even harder. Then he moved her hand faster and harder on him until he let out a long, low groan and climaxed into her hand. Sky sighed blissfully, feeling his hot semen on her fingers while she was still tremoring with pleasure. “Oh, my God,” she whispered in astonishment, “Oh, my God…”
When Jamie stopped coming, he took a few hard breaths and then, with his fingers still inside her, rasped, “Holy shit, you’re drenched.” Sky wasn’t sure how to respond or if she should be embarrassed—when suddenly, he sank down on his knees, tugging her off the bookcase so she was standing on the floor again. And then he put his mouth on her. OH. MY. GOD. Jamie was licking her—intimately and eagerly, as though trying to get all of her. Sky’s legs began to feel weak as he slid his tongue inside her. Then…he was sucking her clit into his mouth and torturing it with suction while his fingers returned…
In countless moments later, Sky’s knees buckled as she shattered again in another orgasm. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie… She tried to cry out his name but her throat was dry and she was too spent. She couldn’t even believe it. Even as it was happening and white heat was exploding through her body, she couldn’t believe it. She’d heard of girls having multiple orgasms but had come to dismiss such a notion as the product of wildly exaggerated stories.
Meanwhile, when she came that second time, Jamie groaned as he muttered, “Christ, I can feel that,” keeping his hand tucked exactly where it was. He sounded relieved and exhausted, as though he’d been dying for this, too. “Come on,” he said moments after, gathering Sky up in his arms.
As he carried her across his apartment, Sky whispered, “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking you to the bed.” Then he stopped walking and looked down at her face. “Oh—you didn’t plan to leave now, did you?”
“I didn’t plan…any of this,” she admitted with a helpless laugh. When he smiled down at her, she gave a defeated, sincere smile in return, adding softly, “I want to stay.”
And so it was decided. He set her down on his bed, shoving aside the comforter and then climbed in beside her. He adjusted the covers and said, “Here, comfortable?”
Snuggling in beside him, Sky replied, “Yes. Are you comfortable?”
“Are you kidding?” he said with a gruff laugh. “I’m on a total Sky-high right now.” With a giggle, she curled up against his chest. As she lay with her hand on Jamie’s chest and her cheek on his shoulder, she suddenly had a thought. Rolling away, she started climbing out of bed. “Where are you going?”
“To get my panties,” she said a little shyly.
He stilled her with his hand. “Sky, that’s a terrible idea. If you put those on, you won’t be naked,” he pointed out, as though the logic should be clear.
Sky rolled her eyes and gave him a shove. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Sky, don’t worry,” he told her gently. “We’re not gonna have sex. Trust me.”
“I do!” she assured him, meaning it. It was herself that she didn’t quite trust. “I just didn’t want it to happen by accident or something.”
Jamie gave a laugh at that. “Does that happen?” he remarked dryly. He cuddled her closer. “No worries,” he assured her softly and let out an enervated breath. He sounded tired and satisfied and she smiled to herself, savoring how close he was to her right now.
She probably shouldn’t bring it up—because why rock the boat?—but she couldn’t seem to help herself. “Jamie?” she whispered. “I just wanted to say that…I’m not sure when I will want to have sex, but it might not be anytime soon. I know you’re not asking or anything, but still, you should know where I stand.”
His only reaction was to hug her a little tighter and say, “No problem.” He reached over to the other side of the bed and grabbed a small white remote controller off the window sill. When he clicked it, the living room lights shut off and they were in total darkness. “Another housewarming gift from my sisters,” he explained as he set the remote back down.
After a beat of charged silence, Jamie brought up the sex thing—but carefully.
“Hey, Sky?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask…did someone hurt you?”
Her heart tightened in her chest. Something about Jamie’s sweet nature, his tenderness with her…it really touched her on a deep level. And she hated over-dramatizing the Derek Webber thing. It was old and ultimately stupid. People lived through a lot worse. But, at the same time, the wound was there. “Not physically,” Sky mumbled, toying with the edges of Jamie’s sheet.
After a thoughtful moment, Jamie said, “Well, hey, there’s no pressure here.” Sky looked up from beneath her lashes, as he continued, “This is a no-pressure situation.”
“Really?” Sky said, eying him carefully. Could it really be that simple?
“Of course,” Jamie insisted. “This should be a happy thing, you and me. Not a stressful thing.”
“You and me…?” Sky repeated softly, liking the sound of it.
“Yeah. Us,” he emphasized. “We are an ‘Us’ now. Right?” he double-checked.
She felt so extraordinarily lucky in that moment, to have found Jamie, to have somehow become the object of his affection. A smile broke from her lips as warmth spread across her chest. “Definitely,” Sky said, and sank happily against him.
Chapter 22
They fell asleep soon after, but Sky awoke at some point later to the feel of Jamie’s hand running up her ribcage…then over her breast…then felt his lips on her neck. In a hazy, aroused state, she reacted, rolling even closer to him…and soon he was kissing her all the way down her stomach and lower.
Gently, he parted her legs and some shred of self-consciousness—that was surely out of place at this point—prompted her to say, “You don’t have to.” Maybe she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to come again and then he’d be disappointed. She wasn’t sure why she’d said it. Either way, he ignored her. “Jamie? Did you hear me…?” Sky whispered, because he was currently kissing her inner thigh, softly but seductively.
Finally, he lifted his head. She could see the silhouette of him more than any clear expression on his face. “Yes, I heard you,” he said simply. “You’re not forcing me at gunpoint to do this. Got it. Now shh. Let me do what I want,” he said and dipped his head again, before glancing up and adding, “I promise you�
��ll like it.”
His voice was hopeful and endearing and she could almost see the boyish, crooked smile on his face when he’d said that. She couldn’t bear to ruin the moment. And she was very glad that she didn’t several moments later, when Jamie had her gasping, begging and whispering his name.
The rest of the night was a blur of sleep and lust. In fact, looking back, Sky couldn’t believe how crazy-hot things got. They woke up numerous times, kissing or touching each other. At one point, the vibe between them got so heated that Jamie slipped the sheet between them, settled on top of her, and they started grinding. It was madness. The only thing keeping them from having sex, besides willpower, was a thin cotton sheet. Sky clung to him, wrapped her legs around him, tugged on his hair, wanting more, more, more… They got so worked up almost-having-sex that the headboard started banging on the wall and the legs of the bed rocked so hard that they squeaked. Sky almost snatched the sheet away half a dozen times so she could feel Jamie’s naked cock between her legs. Finally, Jamie rolled onto his back, grabbing her hand and setting it on his steel-hard erection. Instead of finishing him that way, Sky followed her most basic instinct at that moment. She dropped her hand and climbed down lower, reaching for him with her mouth.
And that was how she’d ended up giving Jamie a ravenous blowjob at five in the morning—and getting painfully turned on by every groan he made, every guttural sound. When he’d warned her that he was going to come, instead of pulling away, she’d gripped onto him tighter, and shoved him deeper…
Now, Sky’s eyes blinked open. It took a second to process the details. The sunlight cracking in through the blinds. The distant chirping of birds outside the window. Jamie’s apartment, still and quiet, except for the sound of his breathing as he slept beside her, on his back with one arm slung over his eyes, like he was thoroughly spent. She bit her lower lip as memories flooded back to her. What a night! She couldn’t believe she’d really done all that with him!
At first, embarrassment started to creep in, but she couldn’t seem to get rooted in that feeling. She was too excited by what had happened—by how she and Jamie had crossed that line from friendship to relationship. Well, sort of hurled themselves over that line.