Jameson's Debt

by Victoria Gale

  “Do you think I’m a nice man?”

  The unexpected question caught me off guard.

  My stomach flip-flopped. What I thought was that he was a man I wanted to do dirty things with. “My brother wouldn’t have trusted you to keep me safe, if you weren’t,” I said, pushing away thoughts of him spanking my bottom.

  He reached across the chair and dragged the tip of his finger across my lips, dragging my bottom one down. My heart pounded and my insides clenched as thoughts of his cock pounding in and out of my mouth flooded my mind.

  “You’ve the body of a woman now, but you’re still a naive little girl at heart.”

  He pulled away and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I bristled at his comments, grabbed the headphones provided by the airline before slapping them on my head to block out any further attempt at conversation with music. Turning to look out the window, I ignored the new flood of wetness in my panties, and resolved I’d damn well show him just how much of a woman I’d become.

  Chapter Three

  Jameson

  As I’d intended, Carina turned away from me in a huff.

  It had been a shock to see the little girl I met all grown up in the photograph Jordan sent me, and an even bigger shock to see her in person. Any thoughts of her still being a little girl fled in an instant. She was full of delicious, natural curves. And the way she looked at me... fuck... those eyes flashed with a myriad of emotions all at once. And those lips, all pouty and kissable. She had me imagining just what it would feel like to explore those curves with my tongue.

  The rest of the flight seemed to take an age. I couldn’t get the image of Carina tied spread-eagled to my bed with my tongue exploring every inch of her pussy out of my head. The journey from the airport to the safehouse seemed to take even longer. She was still pretending to be pissed at me. But the look in her eyes said otherwise and made my cock twitch to life in my pants. I shifted in my seat, and Rex gave me a knowing smirk from the passenger seat. Fucking juvenile. Like he hadn’t had a stiffy the entire time he’d been talking to Rahat.

  I growled under my breath and shook my head. I may want nothing more than to thrust my engorged cock in and out of her tight pussy, but I was here to keep her safe, nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I’d said goodbye to my family because of the backstabbing and drama, because of too many games being played. Carina Rizzo was nothing but a big fucking time bomb full of exploding drama. I just wish my fucking cock would realize it.

  A little after mid-day, we pulled up outside the safe house as it was fast becoming known. A colonial-style farmhouse set amongst a few acres of land. It was one of a number of properties in the portfolio my brother and I inherited, and had been my original destination when I’d decided to settle in Colorado for a while. That had been more than seven years ago. I’d never made it to the house then. Meeting the brothers of Forever Midnight saw me settling in Castle Rock instead. We’d originally used the house to keep Amber hidden away from the leader of a rival motorcycle club, an act that reconnected me with my brother and led me to the debt I was repaying today.

  Carina and Rahat jumped out of the car as soon as it came to a halt. Rex and I grabbed their bags and directed them inside. Carina glanced back at me, biting her bottom lip and smiling.

  “Nice place,” she said, having obviously given up on the idea of pretending to be pissed.

  I growled and tried not to look at the sway of her hips as they wagged back and forth.

  Excusing myself as soon as we entered the house, I checked in with both Caleb and Jordan while the ladies freshened up before Rex gave them a tour.

  “Xander’s still in London,” Jordan confirmed.

  “Did Gabriel tell you what he intends to do?” I asked while staring out the window. Rex was pointing to the electrified fence that we’d had installed around the grounds after we last used the property.

  “He’s trying to broker a deal that he hopes Xander will find more attractive than his sister.”

  “It won’t work,” I said. Xander Caruso was a lethal combination of powerful, dangerous, and obsessive. When he set his sights on something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it. “How’s his father these days?”

  Jordan huffed down the phone. Caruso’s father, Manuel was the underboss of our connected families, second in command to the big boss himself, and the root of all Caruso’s power. “There’s talk that he doesn’t have much time left—” that was nothing new, but given he had to be in his mid-to-late nineties by now, maybe there was some stock in the talk these days “—I suspect that’s why Xander was in London.”

  “Shoring up support to take over his father’s role.” Maybe, if he needed Gabriel’s support, Carina’s brother would be able to broker a deal after all.

  “Yeah, his father’s role,” Jordan said, unable to keep the scorn from his voice.

  “Keep me updated,” I said, choosing to ignore it, and ended the call.

  Not willing to dwell on the drama, I searched the cupboards and fridge to see if we had any food, but Rex and I had only decided to come to the safe house on the flight to New York and hadn’t arranged for any supplies to be provided. I debated calling Caleb again and asking if he could arrange for one of the brothers to make a run to the store for us, but Rex volunteered as soon as he came back inside.

  “Oh, me too,” Rahat said and collapsed onto his arm.

  Rex couldn’t keep the grin from his face, and I knew neither of them planned on spending the night alone.

  “Xander’s still in London,” I said. “You’ll be safe for a quick trip, but don’t call home and don’t draw any attention to yourselves.”

  “Do you want to come?” Rahat asked Carina, but Carina only shook her head and said she was staying right here, with me. The look she gave me couldn’t have been any clearer.

  As soon as the others left, she asked me for a glass of water. I reached into the cupboard and removed a glass before pouring her a drink from the tap.

  I handed her the glass but instead of taking it, she clasped her hand around mine and stepped in close, eyeballing me suggestively.

  I lifted her chin, so our eyes met. “I don’t play games and won’t be teased,” I said.

  “Who’s teasing,” she answered before she placed the glass on the counter and planted her lips on mine, never breaking our gaze.

  Chapter Four

  Carina

  Jameson kissed me back, setting molten fire flooding deep to my core. I knew he would. His attraction to me was as evident as my own to him. We kissed deep and fast. His tongue explored my mouth and my heart raced. A desperate need to feel his cock overwhelmed me.

  I slipped my hands to his jeans, opened them and delved inside. I gasped when I felt the size of him against my fingers. He grew even thicker and engorged as I touched him.

  “You don’t know what you're starting,” he whispered and pushed me away a little.

  I licked my lips. “I know what I want.”

  I squeezed tighter and he growled. Before I knew it, his hand snaked around my head and into my hair. His fist closed tight at my scalp and he wrenched my head back sharply. I gasped and let go of his cock. My panties became wetter.

  The edge of his lip curled, and this time, there was no missing the smile at their edge or the glint in his eyes. “Take your clothes off,” he said and released his grip on my hair before taking a step back.

  “What?” My voice trembled with need.

  “I want to see you naked.”

  Before common sense could take over me, I reached for the hem of my top and lifted it over my head. His eyes dipped to my breasts and my flesh tingled. I kicked off my shoes and unfasted my jeans before wriggling my hips and pushing them down. I stepped out of them, kicked them away and stood in front of Jameson in nothing but my underwear: a lilac sheer satin bra and panty set.

  “Take everything off,” was all he said, and so help me, I obliged.

  I stood stark naked before him in the kitchen, whi
le he remained fully clothed. He did nothing but look at me. I’d never felt more exposed, but my core clenched with growing need, and I was getting wetter by the second.

  “A body that beautiful should never be covered,” he said after a moment and I felt my cheeks flush. He stepped forward and dropped to the ground before me. I shivered and moaned as he planted a soft kiss on my stomach. His hands touched the back of my calves. He trailed them up my legs, cupped my bottom, and squeezed tight. My legs faltered and I tried not to stagger forward into him.

  While one hand continued its journey and came to a rest on the small of my back, the other snaked around the front to my neck before trailing a strong path all the way down the front of my body. His fingers slid over my mound. I shivered and cried out in need as he pressed them inside me. My core clenched around them, wishing them deeper, and my hands fell to brace myself on his shoulders.

  Jameson made a low growling sound, he looked up at me and his lips twitched. He removed his fingers and lifted them up to show me. Like I didn’t already know how fucking wet I was.

  “Lick them clean,” he demanded.

  Fuck, help me, I wanted to. I wanted to taste just how wet he’d made me by barely doing a damn thing. I pulled his fingers into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I said and shuddered under the weight of my own need.

  Instead of answering, he moved his head to my breast and gently kissed my nipple, making both harden into stiff peaks. The palm of his hand cupped my breast, and he sucked hard, sending ripples of pleasure shooting down my spine. He released my nipple from his mouth with a popping sound. The bereft feeling that flooded my chest was short-lived when he grabbed my nipple again between his fingers, plucking and twisting until I cried out in pain. Bolts of pleasure rushed straight to my core and my clit ached as much as the tight bud of my nipple.

  “Fuck!” Jameson said. Suddenly, he stood, lifting me with him.

  The firmness with which he pushed me down on the center island in the middle of the kitchen, turned me on even more.

  I sucked in a breath when he spread my legs, and his fingers explored the wetness between my thighs, rubbing at my opening agonizingly slowly. My wetness poured out and he pushed inside. My breath hitched as they delved deep, scissoring, and thrusting. His thumb circled my clit and I thrust into his magical hand.

  He trailed his tongue up my body and finger fucked me harder. He nipped my nipple, and then sucked it into his mouth. Through heavy eyelashes, his eyes bored into mine with heat and lust. A low grumble built in his chest and he bit my nipple.

  My head fell back. I ran my hand over his short, dark hair and pushed him tighter to my breast while rocking into his fingers.

  “You like that?” he asked and bit me again. My nipple tightened further, pleading for more erotic pain.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “B-but I want... I need you to fuck me, Jameson.”

  He stopped what he was doing and straightened. “Do you think you’re ready for me?” he said, which caused me to lift my head and look at his crotch.

  His member popped completely erect and pressed tight against his belly by the remaining bounds of his jeans. I gasped, worried that it was bigger than my arm. I didn’t think I’d ever be ready. But I also thought I’d die if I didn’t feel him inside me.

  “Yes,” I said. “Fuck me. Now.”

  He raised an eyebrow and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders. There was no teasing, not testing to see if he’d fit. He pushed himself in. I cried out. The pressure built and I felt fit to burst, but still, he pushed in deeper, and deeper... and deeper, widening me with his girth.

  “Oh, fuck me!” I screamed; not sure I could take it.

  “Halfway there,” he said, and I realized my earlier assessment had been way off. This was him taking things easy.

  My heart raced. “It won’t fit,” I said.

  “You can take it. And when you do, I’m gonna fuck you hard.” He grabbed hold of my ass, and pulled me closer, filling me even more. “Now relax and accept me.”

  Easy for you to fucking say!

  I bit my lip. I’d never been more aware of my body and it felt electric. I wanted to be able to take all of him. I needed him to fill me. He thrust deeper. I tossed my head back and stifled another scream.

  “One more push,” he said as a pang of nervousness flushed my body.

  I closed my eyes and gasped, not knowing whether it was pleasure I felt or pain. He slid deeper inside.

  “Oh, God!”

  He pulled back, slowly, before pushing inside again. The same slow measured movements over and over, allowing my body to accept him.

  “Fuck! That’s an incredible fucking pussy,” he groaned.

  His hands gripped my hips. He held me tight, stretched me, filled me. He pulled back and then slammed forward. I screamed, unable to stop myself. His cock claimed every depth of my core as he fucked me hard. Need, pleasure, and pain shook my whole body. My core clenched greedily around his cock, wanting everything it gave me. He plunged into me, again and again, taking me hard and fast. I bucked into him, willing him deeper still, fighting to take everything he offered me.

  His fingers pressed into my clit. He tweaked and teased mercilessly. My body was on fire, everything throbbed and pleaded for release. I’d never felt anything like it.

  My eyes rolled in my head, my body tensed, and I exploded. Hard. My orgasm crashed over me with an intensity I’d never known. Still, he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder, just when I thought my orgasm would end another followed in its wake. Only then did Jameson still, holding himself still hard deep within me. I lay there panting, trembling with the intensity of my climax. Jameson lay soft kisses on my chest and allowed my breaths to calm before slowly withdrawing. As he pulled out, I realized just how big he’d been.

  He stepped back, fully clothed where I was completely naked. I sat up and pushed myself from the counter, licking my lips.

  “I want to lick you clean,” I said, and Jameson smiled.

  Chapter Five

  Jameson

  Although I’d wanted to, I hadn’t planned on fucking her. I thought she was being a little tease, messing around and trying to fuck with my mind when she grabbed the glass of water. She knew exactly what she was doing to my cock and enjoyed watching me squirm. I wanted to show her I was nowhere even close to being a nice man.

  I thought she’d be intimidated and shy when I told her to take her clothes off. I should have known better, she was anything but. I knelt and probed her pussy, being exposed made her slick and wet. I trailed my hand down the full length of her body, looking for any trace of fear or doubt. There was none.

  Desire twisted like a knife in my gut, and I just had to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock. She had no clue what she was asking for. I’d had women up and leave at the size of my cock, but seeing how wet she got, I knew she could take it.

  I want to lick you clean, she’d said. Fuck! She was heaven. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. She was also insatiable.

  I clasped my hand around her neck and claimed her lips while walking her backward. Her legs hit the chair near the back door, and I pushed her down into it. I stood in front of her with my cock almost level with her face.

  She didn’t hesitate. She looked up into my eyes as though challenging me, opened her mouth and licked at the fucking tip of my head like it was a fucking lollipop. I shuddered and moaned. She did it again.

  Her eyes fluttered closed as though she was the one being pleasured. She took her time, licking every fucking inch of my rigid flesh. I wanted to pound into her mouth, and find release, but I wanted to watch her suck me even more.

  She wrapped her hand around my cock and pumped slowly before finally drawing me into her mouth, slurping at my shaft with eager wet lips. My thighs trembled and I growled in appreciation. She groaned and shifted in the chair a little and I knew she was getting wet all over again. I stared
at her perfect breasts and tight pink nipples. I wanted to squirt all over them. She was so fucking perfect, so round, soft.

  “Fuck! That feels... just... just like that.”

  Carina moaned and with agonizing slowness, she took me further into her mouth. She used her hands, her mouth, her tongue. She fondled my balls. Her every focus was on pleasuring me, and fuck was she! I felt as hard as a rock and fit to explode. She opened her mouth further. This time, I couldn’t help but push inside, but I kept my movement gentle. She could work her way up to taking me fully. Even though I almost fucking came when she hummed against my cock.

  She must have noticed as she hummed some more and sucked me in as deep as she could. I couldn’t hold back any longer and tried to pull away, but she pulled me back, sucking on my rod with animalistic fervor.

  “Oh fuck,” I said and shuddered, spilling everything I had into her perfect mouth.

  She lapped up my cum greedily, and when she pulled back and wiped the bottom of her lip suggestively with her finger, I knew she wasn’t done with me yet. My cock knew too and instantly started to harden. I lifted her head and studied her face, flushed and needy. There were so many games I knew she’d be interested in playing.

  The phone rang, making us both jump. I quickly tucked my cock back in my jeans and answered the call.

  “Rex,” I said, having seen his name displayed on the screen.

  “If it’s okay to take a few more hours. Rahat and I are gonna grab some dinner out.”

  “Not a problem,” I said and ended the call, eager to drag Carina upstairs and see just how far she would go.

  Carina stood from the chair still completely naked, still completely confident in showing everything she had. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Rahat and Rex are gonna be longer than they first thought.”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “How long do we have?” she asked.