Sweet Seduction

by Anthology

  Jamie was sitting on my couch now, so I set the drink on a coaster on the coffee table and took a seat beside him.

  He leaned forward to grab his drink and clinked it with mine. “Cheers.”

  “Cheers.”

  We maintained eye contact as we each took a sip, the whiskey burning a path down to my stomach, but I liked the feeling of it. It distracted me from the pulsing in my core at the way Jamie was looking at me. I remembered that look well from when we’d been at his house.

  “I’m curious who that guy was that approached you at the bar.”

  I blinked, taken aback. From the look on his face, I’d thought he was going to lean forward and kiss me. I would’ve preferred that to the conversation we were about to have. “I told you, just some guy I know.”

  “I got the feeling it was a little more than that,” he said through a clenched jaw.

  I raised my eyebrows. “Are you jealous?” It was nice to throw his earlier words back at him.

  “Perhaps,” he admitted.

  I chewed on my lip for a moment, though I didn’t know why I was feeling hesitant about telling him. I’d always been a tell-it-like-it-is kind of girl, and I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was an adult and single—I was entitled to a little fun.

  “He’s just a guy I used to…get together with from time-to-time.” I shrugged, adding to the ‘it meant nothing’ vibe of my words.

  Jamie’s silver eyes narrowed. “He was a booty call.”

  “Yes,” I responded in a small voice, then took a sip of my drink quickly so that I didn’t have to elaborate further.

  “He’s got some balls walking up to the table with me sitting there. When is the last time you…” His faced was flushed, and I glanced down to see that the hand not holding his drink was fisted.

  “Not recently. He was in a relationship, but I’m guessing they must’ve broken up.”

  Jamie seemed even more irked. “Why wouldn’t he assume you and I are in a relationship?”

  I stared at him for a moment. “Because he knows I don’t do relationships.”

  “Let me get this straight.” He leaned in, pinning me with his stare. “You don’t date cops, firefighters, EMT workers, and you don’t do relationships in general, period.”

  It sounded a little ridiculous when he put it like that, but I wasn’t ashamed. It made perfect sense to me. “Um…yeah. Pretty much.”

  He shook his head and muttered to himself. I could’ve sworn he’d said something along the lines of “I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

  Jamie set his drink back down on the coaster and stood abruptly. “I’ll be right back.” He stalked toward the door, his body language, telling me that he was a man on a mission, though I hadn’t the first clue what it was.

  “Ooo-kay,” I said to myself as I sat there, waiting for him to return. A minute later he came back in, not holding anything in his hands, but he did set his car keys down on the foyer table.

  He made quick work of the space between us, seeming to eat up the hardwood in a few steps. When he reached me, he held out his hand. I took it, delighting in the feel of our skin making contact—finally—even if it was only his hand. That hand alone had brought me a lot of pleasure in the past.

  I stood in front of him, unsure of his mood until he leaned in and brought his lips to mine in a savage kiss. My nipples pebbled and heat flooded my core as one of his hands gripped my ass, pressing me into him, while the other brushed against the side of my breast. Jamie took ownership of the kiss and his clean, male scent surrounded me until I could’ve melted in a pool at his feet I was so hot for him.

  One of his hands dove into my hair, and he pulled away. “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked gruffly.

  “Down the hall,” I squeaked out, suddenly nervous from the intense vibe rolling off him. I searched his face for any indication of what he was planning, but came up empty.

  “Let’s go.” He turned on his heel and pulled me behind him down the hall. The feeling of déjà vu flooded over me as I was reminded of the similarity to the time we’d met up by accident at the bar.

  We reached my room, and he dropped my hand. His gaze roamed me up and down several times before it came to rest on my face. "Take your clothes off. Nice and slow," he commanded.

  A shiver raced out from my center, through my entire body. I began with my leather sandals, content to make him wait. He knew it too because he grinned as I bent to undo the buckles. I slipped them off and then removed my bracelets from my wrists, walking over to my dresser to place them on top. I turned to face him and reached for the hem of my black silk tank, raising it over my head and letting it fall. I was wearing a black lace, strapless bra underneath, and Jamie sucked in a breath when it came into view.

  I squeezed my thighs together, trying to find some kind of relief from my growing arousal. The look on his face...it was as if he wanted to devour me. The intensity of it should’ve scared me, but it didn't.

  "Keep going," he ordered in a gravelly voice.

  Placing my thumbs underneath the elastic waist of my long, peasant style skirt, I pushed it down my hips until it fell in a pool of fabric around my feet. I lifted one foot out, then the other and whisked it to the side, across the hardwood.

  "It's almost a shame to have to take all that lace off so I can fuck you."

  Holy shit, the way this man talked! Sign me up for sexual slavery.

  My panties grew wetter, his words alone teasing the physical response from me. I reached behind and unclasped my bra, letting it flutter to the floor, then palmed my breasts in my hands, enjoying the sight of Jamie's cock growing stiffer underneath his pants. There was a deep satisfaction in knowing that I was the one to coax such a reaction from him.

  As I continued to play with my breasts, he reached down, undid his button, and unzipped his pants. Then he reached down and stroked himself, his eyes growing more and more hooded.

  I licked my lips, and he groaned, which made me laugh a little.

  He gave me a smirk. "Oh, you like that you drive me batshit crazy, do you?"

  I gave him a saucy shrug and began pushing my panties down my legs. When they reached the floor, I kicked the scrap of lace fabric away.

  "Now get on the bed.” Carnal desire flickered in his eyes. “Lay on your stomach," he ordered.

  I couldn't follow his instructions fast enough. I was desperate for him to touch me. My sex was pulsing with need, and my breasts felt weighted and heavy. I wanted his hands on me, in me—everywhere.

  I crawled across my floral bedspread and lay on my stomach.

  "Put your hands over your head and hold on to the headboard."

  I did as he asked, the painted iron railings cold underneath my hands. I felt him get on the bed, the weight of him causing the mattress to dip. He crawled up along my left side and, before I knew what he was doing, cold metal was wrapping around my wrist.

  What the hell?

  My head whipped up to see that he'd cuffed my left wrist to the headboard. I turned my head further to find him looking down at me with so much intensity, it was almost too much to take.

  "Do you trust me?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

  My chest constricted, my mouth suddenly parched. What a loaded question. And he knew it. I inhaled a deep breath, realizing that I wasn't sure when I had last given someone my trust. For me, the request was huge. Not only was he asking me to trust that he wouldn't do something to hurt me himself, but the bigger question being left unsaid was did I trust the universe enough to believe it wasn't going to screw me over again and take away something I cared for. Someone I care for.

  I looked deep into his gray eyes, focusing on the green streaks in the middle and searching for the answer deep within me. For some reason, alarm bells weren't going off. I didn't feel the urge to run. I didn't want to push him away.

  The truth was I did trust this man. As difficult as that was for me.

  I nodded once, unable to voice the words out loud.

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p; Jamie knew, though. He knew what a concession it was on my part that I'd even given him that much because a smile spread across his face, followed quickly by a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  He leaned over to reach for my right wrist, the scent of soap and man following him, and I breathed in deep. God, his smell alone left me antsy with need.

  Jamie clamped the second pair of cuffs to my other wrist and then to the iron railing. Apparently, he’d come prepared. I suppose there were some benefits to dating a police officer that I hadn't thought of before.

  My forehead was resting against the comforter, unable to hold my neck at such an awkward angle anymore. The mattress shifted, and I pictured Jamie sitting back on his haunches, gazing down at me. There was no movement or sound for a minute, and I wanted to try and squirm my way out of the handcuffs with what I knew was his blatant perusal of my body. I didn't move, though, knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  I heard the rustle of fabric, and I assumed he was unbuttoning his shirt. I pictured his chiseled chest being revealed inch by glorious inch, and I opened and closed my hands, wishing I could see him, touch him, feel his skin under my fingertips. The mattress shifted again, then lifted. Jamie was off the bed now.

  I pushed my forehead into the comforter more forcefully, growing impatient and wanting him inside of me. His boots clunked as he took each of them off, and I finally heard the telltale sign that his jeans were off when I heard the belt buckle clank against the hardwood floor. An image of his erection springing free, large and proud, assaulted my mind, and my clit throbbed with need.

  When I turned my head to the side to say something sassy to him the words fell from my mind. He was there—standing at the side of the bed with his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He began stroking himself while his gaze raked over my naked body. Wetness pooled between my thighs and I grew more impatient. There was something so carnal and hedonistic about watching him pleasure himself.

  I squirmed, the cool metal of the handcuffs clanking against the headboard and cutting into my skin. "Jamie, please."

  “Please what?" Amusement rang through in his voice.

  "I want you to touch me. I need to feel your skin on me."

  He smirked and stopped stroking, instead climbing onto the bed. "Lucky for you, I need to feel you right now, too." He came up over me and sat with each of his legs on either side of my ass. "You are so perfect, Jackie. Absolutely flawless."

  I wasn't sure about that, but the adoration in his voice was hard to miss.

  He leaned down and pressed his lips to the bottom of my spine and trailed a path of openmouthed kisses up to my neck. I wanted so badly to turn over so I could see him and take in his manly beauty.

  Finally, his hard cock pressed into the crease of my ass, and I lifted it in invitation. I wanted him inside me—desperately. I felt Jamie grin as he trailed another path of kisses down my body.

  "I want to bury myself in you, Jackie. I need it rough right now. Can you handle rough?" He palmed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed.

  I was practically panting now. I thought I might lose my mind if he didn't relieve the tension that had every part of my body in a stranglehold. "Rough sounds perfect." I wanted him to lose control, and I wanted to be the reason he had.

  His finger dipped between my legs, and he groaned loudly. "You're drenched. That's so fucking hot." Placing both hands on my waist, he pulled me up so I was on my knees, my face pushing into the mattress, my ass high in the air.

  Jamie stroked my center with his cock, brushing the tip over my engorged clit and back to my slit. I moaned and squirmed back and forth. "Damn it, Jamie. This is torture."

  Without responding, he positioned himself over my entrance and thrust in until he filled me completely. I cried out in relief, arousal, and the feeling of suddenly being so full of him. He didn't give me any time to recover as he pulled out and slammed back into me, over and over again. He gripped my waist for leverage and was in no way gentle or loving. This was all about savage need and staking his claim over my body, and I was only too happy to let him do it.

  My orgasm built, the pressure becoming almost too much as Jamie's pants and grunts came from behind me. He smacked my ass, and the stinging sensation rippled down to my sex in the most satisfying way. I cried out, and he did it again. And again.

  I whipped my head back and forth on the bed so overwhelmed by the sensations pummeling my body I could barely handle it, then Jamie’s hands left my waist, and he stretched out over top of me, using his body weight to push me flat against the mattress. He stilled, his cock fully inside me, and pushed my legs together. When he slid out of me and back in, it was the most intense and blissful sensation that had ever rocked my body.

  I bit into my lip as his powerful strokes between my legs sent me into an ecstasy I didn’t even know existed. I screamed his name and clenched around his cock. Jamie finished with my name on his lips, both of us finding our release within seconds of each other.

  After, he lay on top of me, catching his breath for a minute, and I didn’t even care that his body weight was so heavy because I was utterly spent. Eventually Jamie reached for a key I hadn’t noticed on the nightstand and released me from the handcuffs. He wrapped an arm around my waist, shifting us so we were spooning on our sides, his semi-hard erection still inside me.

  “I should go clean up,” I whispered.

  He held me tighter. “No,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want to fall asleep just like this. Me inside you.”

  I paused, unsure what to make of his request before I found that I really didn’t want to move either. And so I fell asleep in the arms of a man for the first time ever.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jackie

  I was waiting in my chair on the front porch when Jamie pulled into my driveway. Nervous anticipation had my stomach feeling funny. It’d been a few days since we’d been able to line up our schedules, and today we’d planned to head to Sand Beach in Acadia National Park since it was supposed to be such a gorgeous summer day.

  I smiled as I approached his vehicle, my beach bag in hand, already appreciating the white graphic T-shirt he had on. He had one arm hanging out the open window and gave me a small wave. I went around to the passenger side of the truck and climbed up in.

  “Hey,” I said giddily, bouncing myself into the seat. I wasn’t able to deny the forward leap my feelings for Jamie had taken since we’d spent the night together.

  Jamie leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, but it still caused my heart to pick up speed. “It’s good to see you,” he said.

  I gave him a shy smile.

  "Do you mind if we swing by my dad's house on the way? I called him before I left, and he didn't pick up. It's probably fine, but..." He was trying to play it off, but I didn’t miss the hint of worry in his eyes.

  "Of course. Whatever you need."

  "Thanks, babe." He reached across the cab of the truck and squeezed my knee. That simple moniker set the butterflies fluttering in my chest.

  There was something so normal, so domestic, about the small show of affection, but I wasn't used to it and my reaction took me by surprise. Was this what I'd been missing by swearing off relationships and deep feelings? I suspected it had more to do with Jamie himself and less with the fact that I was actually letting myself really feel for the first time.

  A few minutes later, we rolled up into the driveway of a cute two-story home close to downtown. Jamie parked the truck and removed the key from the ignition, turning his body to face mine. "Want to come in?"

  I blinked a couple times. "Do you want me to come in?" I asked, the emphasis on ‘you’.

  "I'd like that, yeah." He gave me a small smile, then got out of the truck. We walked hand-in-hand up the stone pathway. When we reached the door, Jamie gave it a quick knock and entered. I followed behind.

  The home was cute in the way that older people's homes are. Family pictures everywhere, a traditional-looking sofa, and lots of k
nick-knacks on tables. I had to assume that they had been his mother's. The furniture was traditional and older, reminiscent of Maine decor and featuring hunter green fabric with floral covering one of the armchairs.

  "Dad!" Jamie yelled out. "Dad, you here?" He waited a beat. When no answer came, he turned back to me. "Maybe he's out back. Come on."

  We rushed into the kitchen to a sliding glass door off the breakfast area when the sound of a tap running full blast caused each of us to stop. There was a glass set next to the kitchen sink and the tap was running, but no one was around. Jamie marched over to it and turned it off. When he turned back around, I noticed the crease in his forehead and knew he was concerned. He didn’t say anything as he opened up the sliding glass door and stepped out onto a large deck, me following behind.

  The yard was lovely with a nicely manicured lawn and large flowerbeds dotting the landscape. An elderly man stood staring at us from about halfway across the lawn, a look of confusion on his weathered face.

  "Dad, are you okay?" Jamie rushed down the steps, while I chose to stay on the deck and give him some privacy. I wasn’t sure what kind of situation we were walking in to.

  They spoke for a couple minutes, his dad not even turning to direct his attention to Jamie. It was hard to tell from this distance but it seemed like maybe he was staring at me.

  After a bit, they both made their way back to the deck, Jamie with his arm around his dad's shoulder. When they reached me, Jamie introduced us. "Dad, this is Jackie. Jackie, this is my father, Denny."

  I gave a small wave since I wasn't close enough to shake his hand. "Hi, Denny. It's good to meet you."

  "Betty, is that you?" he said with a dazed look.

  My gaze darted to Jamie. I wasn't sure what to say or who Betty was.

  Jamie turned to his dad. "No, Dad. This is Jackie. I just introduced you." His dad mumbled something unintelligible, and Jamie patted his shoulder. "I'll go get us some drinks. Dad, you need to make sure you have your hat on if you’re going to be out here working in the garden. How long have you been standing out here? Your face is already burnt.”