Hit the Spot

by J. Daniels

  He was unforgettable.

  Jamie was making it so his mouth was the only mouth I was ever going to remember, no matter who came after him.

  He was cocky here, too. And he had right to be.

  I was breathing heavy before I knew it and on the edge even quicker than that.

  “Jamie.” My legs shook against his ears. They were trembling uncontrollably, like part of my body was having a seizure.

  That had never happened to me before.

  “Ja…mie, oh, God,” I cried, tugging so hard on his hair he growled between my legs.

  My violence didn’t stop him. If anything, it spurred him on and drove him a little crazy.

  Jamie kept on at me, sucking on my clit and speaking words against my flesh that sounded dirty even though I couldn’t understand him as my head slammed back onto the pillow and my back arched.

  I came hard.

  He dug his fingers into my ass and told me to ride his face like it was his cock, and I did, lifting my hips in quick jerks as the wave of euphoria rolled through me.

  I collapsed onto the mattress, panting and seeing stars and feeling a little drugged. My entire body felt like it was humming. And when Jamie lifted his head and my hands in turn, since they were still holding fistfuls of his hair, I looked down and met his eyes, letting go of him finally.

  “So fuckin’ hot the way you go off,” he told me, chin and lips wet and tongue licking to savor. “The way it builds in you and you let it take. Fuck me, babe. I ain’t never seen fire like that.”

  “Um.” I swallowed. Wow. What to say…“Thank you.”

  Yeah. I settled on thank you.

  Genius.

  Hands flat on my stomach, I watched Jamie push to a standing position at the foot of the bed.

  He chuckled and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he shoved his briefs down, and although I had already seen Jamie’s penis and was well aware of how fortunate he was in that department, I had never seen him fully hard, meaning I was not well aware of how fortunate he was in that department.

  My earlier worries resurfaced. I sat up quickly and drew my knees to my chest.

  “I have questions,” I informed him.

  Kneeling beside me, Jamie reached for the sleeve of condoms. He tore a packet off and ripped it open with his teeth, saying “Shoot” while he spit out the wrapper.

  So casual. As if a pierced dick was nothing out of the ordinary.

  I watched him roll the condom down his shaft. He was quick about it and maybe not as careful as I thought he should’ve been.

  I felt inclined to bring this to his attention.

  “Shouldn’t you go slow and make sure it doesn’t rip over that thing?” I asked, pointing at the ball that curved at the top.

  “Done this enough. I think I know what I’m doin’.”

  My eyes narrowed when he lifted his head.

  Jamie smirked.

  I knew he was thinking I was looking pissy because he thought I was jealous, which I wasn’t, that was absurd, so I quickly went back to looking at him with normal-sized eyes.

  His smirk twisted into a smile.

  “Anyway.” I cleared my throat and hugged my knees. “Um, so, that won’t break, will it? With the piercing…”

  “Shouldn’t,” he answered.

  “And it won’t hurt?”

  Jamie stared at me, his expression growing more serious the longer he stared. Then he reached down and pulled the condom off his dick, tossing it aside, and just as I was opening my mouth to question what he was doing in a way I knew would sound panicked, since he totally looked like he had changed his mind and we weren’t about to have sex, Jamie grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to him.

  “What—”

  “Touch me,” he ordered.

  I jerked back. Weakly…but there was resistance.

  “Um.”

  “Lookin’ scared of it, babe, and that’s not really workin’ for me. Come on.” He forced my hand to wrap around him, releasing his grip on me when my own took hold.

  “Oh,” I whispered, sounding breathless as I leaned closer, putting weight on my knees.

  He was heavy in my hand and warm. So warm. Every part of him reminded me of summer.

  I studied and squeezed.

  “Fuck,” Jamie moaned, breathing heavier now. The muscles in his stomach tensing. “You got a minute before I’m takin’ you.”

  My eyes bounced between his dick in my hand and his gaze, still serious. A minute? That was hardly enough time.

  I slid my hand up his shaft and touched the cold metal ball at the top with my thumb, asking, “Did it hurt?”

  “Pinched a little. Not bad.”

  “Is this the piercing you always keep in?”

  “Yeah.”

  I studied the part of the barbell that was exposed. I felt that, too. Then I rubbed the ball on the underside.

  “This isn’t going to come lose and get lost inside me, is it?” I questioned, lifting my gaze to watch him answer.

  Jamie cocked an eyebrow.

  “This your way of tellin’ me you want it bare?” he asked.

  I blinked. My hand slid higher. “What?” I whispered.

  He reached down and stopped my movement, jaw set tight and nostrils flaring as he did it. Then he pulled my hand away, sharing, “It’s not gonna come loose. If it did, it’d end up in the condom I plan on wearin’.”

  “Oh.” I let my hand fall to the mattress. Duh, Tori. “Right.”

  “Yeah,” he replied, smirking as he picked up the sleeve of five, ripping one free and tearing into the package again with his teeth while he looked at me. “Kinda felt like you were implyin’ I didn’t need to bother.”

  My eyes widened. Didn’t need to bother? Was he crazy?

  “I was not implying anything,” I countered with a quick voice, scooting back and away. “I was simply curious and not thinking about my question before I spoke it.” I fell back and settled, huffing out a breath. My head turned on the pillow.

  “Relax, Legs,” Jamie chuckled, looking all too pleased with himself. “I came prepared, babe.”

  “I am relaxed,” I murmured, watching as he spread the condom down his length.

  I felt his touch on my body while he readied himself. I was certain he had left fingerprints on my thighs.

  “What you did,” I started as he dropped his hands to the mattress and crawled over and on top of me, settling between my legs with elbows bracing his weight. I brushed my fingers over his neck and lower, mouth opening to finish giving him my gratitude.

  “Not done,” he said, halting my speech as his hand pushed hair out of my face. He bent down and kissed me. “Brace, baby. I’m takin’ that pussy now.”

  My stomach fluttered. “Okay,” I said.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “You like me?”

  I smiled. “No.”

  He smiled back, lips curling beautifully, I could feel it. “Liar,” he murmured. He kissed the corner of my mouth as his hand slid between us, positioning his swollen head against my lips, and then he pushed in.

  “Jamie,” I whimpered over the sound of his strangled groan. I gasped as he stretched me. “Oh, my God.”

  I felt a pressure moving with him inside me. It was pinpoint. I’d never felt anything like it.

  He kept pushing in. Slowly…

  Even though he shook and growled like he wanted to fuck, and even though I pulled, hands gripping his ass, Jamie took his time sinking deep.

  He let me feel every inch. Every exquisite stress of his piercing. He didn’t rush it.

  This, entering me, taking those first moments, this he savored.

  But when he buried himself to the hilt, Jamie stopped being civilized.

  He reared back and started thrusting, hard, cock slamming deep as his mouth pressed to my ear where he asked, “You feelin’ him now?” all smug and self-righteous.

  God…

  I bit my lip and moaned,
feeling myself growing wetter and tighter around him. It turned me on, his arrogance. How good he knew he was at everything.

  At this. Amazing. The best, maybe.

  Jamie leaned down and fucked me harder. He growled through a laugh, watching me writhe and beg beneath him. “You feelin’ him now?” he asked, smiling and snarling, looking both crazy and beautiful.

  “God,” I moaned.

  I couldn’t answer. That piercing. Holy…shit.

  Pleasure wrapped about me and gripped on.

  Jamie crawled closer as he continued to take me, pushing my thighs against my chest and turning savage.

  I held on and took what he gave. I gave it back.

  I bit his shoulder when he told me how tight I was. I dug my nails into his hips when he moaned and murmured fuck and Tori like this was killing him. I kissed him and I begged. I said I needed it.

  It felt like I did.

  “Want you feelin’ me,” Jamie panted, leaning back and pushing to his knees so he could fuck me and watch. “Nine fuckin’ months been waitin’. Wantin’ you.” He slammed in, pulled out, grabbed my shins, and held me open. He pumped his hips and stared where he entered me. “Motherfuckin’ good, baby. Fuck.”

  “Jamie,” I whimpered. Legs shaking. Body locking up tight.

  He was hitting that spot, again and again, building it in me fast. Fucking me harder.

  “Oh, God, Jamie…fuck, I…”

  Taking…

  Taking…

  He dropped down and took my mouth, asking, “Who you feelin’, baby?” all soft against my lips.

  I gasped, closing my eyes and moaning, “You.”

  He growled and powered back and forth. “Fuckin’ right me,” Jamie said through a smirk I could feel twisting across his lips. “Been dreamin’ about this sweet pussy. Now you’re givin’ it.” He groaned inside my mouth, slamming deep. Out, then back in. “You’re givin’ it,” he rasped. “Means it’s mine. Can’t take this back, Legs. You hear me?”

  I heard him, I just couldn’t answer.

  My limbs tightened around him and my pussy started clenching in pulses I felt all the way in my toes. That fire was spreading through me, and I wanted it.

  I wanted to burn.

  I’d come hard against Jamie’s mouth but this, what he was building, this was breathtaking.

  Eyes still closed, I felt him lean away as I started coming. Slow, and then it took me. The flames spread. My body arched off the mattress. My nails cut into skin. I breathed fast and heavy, whispering yes and oh, God and oh, fuck, yes please.

  “Fuck. Look at you,” Jamie panted from above me. He grasped at my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, fucking me through it, keeping it up long after the flames burned out.

  “Tori,” Jamie groaned, seconds later, or minutes. I had no idea.

  I was staring at Jamie’s chest and his unbelievably sexy collarbone I wanted to bite when I heard my name. My eyes came up and met his.

  I saw his want. His need. Eyes wide and wild. He looked wrecked.

  He was close.

  “Can you…” I pressed my fingers into the indents of his stomach, watching him focus on my breasts as they bounced. “Can you come on me?” I asked softly.

  His gaze lifted and met mine. He stopped thrusting.

  I spoke fast, quickly explaining my request. “He did. Sometimes he would. And I just, I don’t want him here.”

  His eyes flashed and heated like hellfire as he stared down at me. He looked murderous. “Where?” he growled.

  I dropped my hand between us and showed him.

  Jamie looked down, his nostrils flared, then he started powering into me again, back and forth, harder, faster, growling fuck fuck fuck. One last time he rammed deep, then he pulled out, tore the condom off, leaned over me, and shot his load onto my stomach as he stroked his cock.

  I leaned up onto my elbows and watched, whimpering when he took his hand and rubbed himself into my skin, hip to hip and up to my breasts.

  “Jamie.”

  He leaned down, careful of what he just did, slid his other hand to my cheek, and kissed me hard and wet as he breathed heavy. Then he pushed back and stood from the bed, grabbing the condom off the floor. He disappeared down the hallway to discard it, and when he returned, he was holding a hand towel.

  I lay still, watching as Jamie cleaned me off. When he was finished, he tossed the towel to join my other one on the floor.

  “Get on your knees. We’re not done,” he said when he straightened and turned, hand moving over his cock and stroking as he stood beside the bed and stared at my body.

  I blinked and bit my lip, staring back as everything, everything, below my waist clenched and warmed with desire.

  We’re not done.

  I did as I was told and got into position, facing the headboard. I heard a condom wrapper tearing open and dropped my head between my arms. I started panting.

  We’re not done.

  The bed dipped behind me, and seconds later Jamie’s hands held my hips and his mouth pressed hot, hungry kisses to my back, trailing down my spine. His finger teased between my legs. He got it wet, then he slid out of me and moved higher, gently pressing against my ass.

  I opened my mouth and moaned.

  “He take you here, babe?” Jamie asked, slowly moving his finger in and out.

  Shyly, I dropped my head.

  He had. And Jamie knew. I didn’t need to answer.

  “Last place you’re feelin’ him.” I felt his breath against my flesh. He bit my ass and spread my cheeks with his hands, promising, “Never feelin’ him again,” before he wiggled his tongue inside me.

  I came two more times that night while every memory of Wes was burned away from my body. And I was right.

  Jamie did fuck dirty.

  He left marks. Teeth and bruises from sucking.

  I stared down at them while I lay in bed and Jamie cleaned up in the bathroom. Circles and half-moons decorated my breasts, and when I closed my eyes and drew the covers up, no longer seeing the evidence that they were there, I could still feel them.

  I could still feel him. Jamie. I no longer felt anyone else.

  Just like he’d promised.

  I smiled against the cool sheet.

  Then the bed dipped and my eyes flashed open, covers sliding down to my neck as I turned my head and gaped, watching Jamie as he got into bed beside me.

  What the…

  Chapter Twelve

  JAMIE

  Tori pushed up onto her elbows in bed, head turned and eyes round with alarm as I stretched out on my side.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding confused but looking so fucking hot, all that blond hair, big and messy, falling down her back and over her shoulder. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted, and those full perfect tits peeking out from the sheet sliding down her body.

  Fuck me, she was beautiful. Looking like a goddamn angel I’d just dirtied up and sent back to heaven.

  “Settlin’ in,” I answered, the need to touch her building inside me the longer I stared. I reached under the covers until I curled a hand around her hip, then I pulled, forcing her to flop back.

  “Hey!”

  I smashed her against my chest, keeping tight pressure with my arm across her stomach when she squirmed and tensed up. “Relax, babe.”

  She kept trying to wiggle free.

  I gave her a squeeze and dropped my head beside hers, lips to her ear, where I harshly ordered, “Relax.”

  Tori huffed out a breath. Her body went slack against the sheet as she stared up at the ceiling, drawing the covers to her neck. “Um, why are you settling in? You did what you came here for.”

  I chuckled.

  Her head turned. She looked up into my eyes where I was lying on the pillow, voice soft when she asked, “What?”

  “We ain’t done, babe.”

  She blinked. “We’re not?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “But…” Her brow furrowed, eyes dropp
ing to my mouth and then rising again. “I don’t feel him anymore.”

  “So?”

  “So…I’m good. You did what you came here for.”

  “You don’t know shit,” I told her, leaning in to add, “And you sure as fuck are not good.”

  She searched my eyes, jumping between the two. “What are you talking about?”

  “We ain’t done.”

  “Yeah, you said that,” she returned, voice growing louder with edge. “What I’m asking for is clarification since we’re obviously in disagreement on this.”

  “Careful, Legs,” I warned. “You get my dick hard, you’re dealin’ with it.”

  Tori jerked back, blinking. “Excuse me?”

  “Not that it ain’t bound to happen with the way I got you naked and pressing close, but just sayin’, I’m tryin’ to recharge a little. Figured our next round wouldn’t be for an hour. Maybe two, dependin’. You start throwing attitude at me and it’ll be happenin’ a lot sooner than that.”

  I watched her eyes widen. Her throat work with a swallow. “Dependin’?” she echoed, voice quiet and minus any trace of attitude.

  I smiled, liking how she focused on that, and shared, “We fall asleep and your tits wind up in my face, I’m done rechargin’.”

  Tori pulled her lips between her teeth, seemingly thinking on that as she breathed once, twice, then she parted that sweet fucking mouth and replied, “Well, that just brings me back to wanting clarification, since we shouldn’t be falling asleep together, meaning my tits shouldn’t be winding up anywhere near your face, since you did what you came here for.”

  My eyes narrowed. I lost the smile. “Goddamn it. Would you quit with that shit?” I bit out. “What’d I say?”

  “I’ll quit when you explain this whole we ain’t done business,” she returned, staring at me and looking like she really didn’t know what the fuck this was or what I was talking about, which pissed me off even more.

  I propped my weight on my elbow and loomed over her. “Unless your mouthy ass is walking out the front door with me and hopping on the back of my bike, I did not, babe, get what I came here for.”