Deny Me

by Fiona Cole

  Jameson and me. Almost running down the path, hand in hand, rushing to get to his room so we could finish whatever the hell started on that dance floor. Hell, whatever had started years ago when I cornered him at King’s. Ever since then we had been dancing around each other. Our taunting and bickering had changed into something with much more serious undertones. It was no longer Jameson blushing when I talked about oral sex or wore low-cut tops to see if I could catch him staring and embarrass him. Embarrass him like I used to be able to.

  Like when he confessed he thought about me and jacked off to me. When he pinned me to a wall and shoved his fingers inside me. When I got drunk and acted like a jealous cow at seeing him with another woman. Things changed. The taunts then became littered with hints of truth. The tricks and comments were filled with the ways we wanted each other. We just wanted it different ways.

  But finally, in Jamaica, I would win. He would be mine. A giggle broke free from my lips at the thought. He looked back and jerked to a stop when he saw the curve of my lips.

  “What’s so damn funny?” he grumbled.

  Another giggle spilled from my lips. “Nothing.” He leveled me with an unamused stare forcing me to confess. “Just that this is happening. Us running through this forest, desperate to make it to a place where you can finally fuck me.”

  He cocked his head and studied my lips tipped up in satisfaction. His eyes narrowed and he faced me. “You find this funny, Evelyn?” My shoulders shrugged in response, not at all sorry. He stalked toward me, the flames flickering across his face, making it hard to read his expression. When he got closer, his tall, broad body blocked out any light, casting his face in full shadow. He grabbed my other hand, shocking the shit out of me when he placed it directly on the bulge in his pants. “You find this fucking funny?”

  Jameson was so sexually bold, and I’d forgotten. It had been a long two and a half years where I’d tried not to think about how forceful he was with me or the dirty words he whispered into my skin. It only took a moment for me to pull myself out of my stupor and into action, reminding him that I was usually in control. I gripped my fingers around his girth, relishing the feel of him in my hand as I stroked him over the soft material of his dress pants. His hips thrust and he grunted. “No, Jameson. I find it fucking hot as hell that this will be pounding into me tonight”. I closed the small distance between us, pressing my breasts against him. “You will be pounding into me, right?”

  “You have no fucking idea, Evelyn. I have years’ worth of pent-up desire to take out on you.” He murmured, close to my lips.

  “Bring it on, baby.” I flicked my tongue out against his bottom lip. He growled again and started pulling me along the path. “Oooo, going all caveman on me, Jamie-Boy? Don’t tease me,” I called out from behind him, playfully.

  “Evelyn, do me a favor and stop calling me Jamie-Boy for tonight.”

  I heaved a sigh. “I guess. Does it make it hard to get it up when I taunt you?” I teased.

  “Your taunting has been making me hard for years.”

  I almost tripped over my flip flops, not quite used to his honesty. I always knew I had affected him, but to finally hear him confess to it still caught me off guard.

  “Whatever you say, Jamie-Boy … I mean, Jameson.” I laughed, running to keep up behind him. With this banter, the walk would take no time and I would be revved up even more when we reached the room.

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth to make you shut up for once.”

  Heat slammed into my chest and spread up my neck into my cheeks. Fuck, that was hot. He didn’t say it at me or even loud enough to hear. But I did and it snapped something inside me. I couldn’t wait to make it to the room to feel his lips against mine again. Just a kiss. That was all I wanted to tide me over.

  I dug in my heels and held tight to his hand when he jerked to a stop, pulling me forward a few steps. He turned around to see what I was stopping for and I launched myself at him, jumping into his arms, pressing my lips to his.

  It had been too long since I had felt the soft fullness of his lips pressed against mine. And it was only once, but the comfort of the memory rushed over me, settling somewhere deep in my chest. I had kissed so many men in my twenty-eight years and none of them had made the soft warmth bloom in my chest the way Jameson did. I didn’t want to dwell on what that feeling meant. Instead, I basked in his arms wrapped tightly around me and the way his lips parted, his tongue demanding entrance into my mouth.

  I opened my lips and brushed my tongue against his, tasting the tang of lime we’d had with our tequila. He let my feet touch the ground and one hand moved to my ass, gripping it tightly as the other tangled into my long, dark hair. I pulled back and bit into his plush bottom lip, letting him suck my cupid’s bow into his mouth. Our kiss became desperate and almost violent with the need that bubbled out between us. His thick stubble abraded my lips, and I relished the sting. Years of pent-up desire pushed us to kiss harder, with more passion. I had to pull my head away and let air fill my lungs that were being squeezed by my excitement. He kissed down my neck and gripped my bare thigh through the slit in my dress, making his way down to my collarbone. He nipped it roughly, pulling a cry from me.

  He rested his bent head against my chest, panting, trying to regain control. His hand on my leg gripped tight enough to leave a mark, and it only excited me more. But I let him have his moment and held his head to my chest as we both panted into the night.

  “Fuck it,” he murmured into my chest, gripping my other thigh and lifting me up. My dress rose and parted at the slit, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. The world spun when he turned in a different direction and walked off the path into the trees. He brushed through the bushes and into an opening with a small building that must have been storage. He pressed my back up against the rough stucco wall and paused.

  Our chests heaved as we tried to control our breathing and just stared at each other. Neither one of us moved. His hand remained on my bottom and mine on his shoulders. I think we both came to grips with the realization that this was the last chance to change our minds.

  This was the moment when we realized that we were finally giving in to each other. My heart raced at the possibility that his famous control would come back and he would back away from me. But, for once, I didn’t want to push him to react. I wanted him to come to me.

  I wanted him to show me he wanted me. So, I didn’t move a muscle and watched him. The way his tongue came out to wet his lips. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. The way his eyes moved over my face, searching my own blue eyes.

  “I can’t wait,” his baritone voice broke the silence. His body shifted to support me with one hand as the other moved up to the strap of my dress. Slipping his fingers under the strap, my heart beat out of control waiting for him to tug it down to the side and off my shoulder. I leaned my head back against the wall and thrust my chest up, showing him without words that I wanted this. His knuckles brushed along my skin, pulling the strap out and letting go, letting gravity do the rest.

  He never looked down. When the material became snagged on my pebbled nipple, the tips of his fingers lightly flicked the dress, brushing against the tip, pulling a whimper from me.

  Breast exposed, and still his eyes never left mine. I think he liked seeing the desperation written all over my face. My chest heaved out of control as the excitement coursed through me. Jameson was dragging this out, and I was both in heaven and in hell waiting for everything to explode.

  His hand raised and palmed my chest, dragging his thumb along the hardened tip. Back and forth, back and forth, until he stopped and pinched it between his thumb and finger. When he tugged gently, I whimpered. I rocked my hips over the hardness against my belly. I was going insane, but he kept me pinned to the wall with his hips and penetrating stare.

  Sweat dripped down my temples. My whole body was on fire.

  “Do you like when I play with your tits, Evelyn?” he whispered.
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  I was so out of my element. Usually, I was a woman in charge of the situation. I got what I wanted from sex and that was that. But Jameson was asserting his dominance over me and my pussy was throbbing in excitement. “You know I do.”

  “What if I tugged with my teeth,” he leaned in, nipping my jaw.

  Closing my eyes, blocking out all other senses than the feel of his touch, I whimpered, “Please.”

  Satisfaction bled into his tone. “You’re actually begging.”

  Impatience pushed me to open my eyes and see his cocky smile. Gripping his face in my hands, I demanded, “Just. Fuck. Me.”

  Victory glinted in his eyes. “Damn, Evie. All you had to do was ask,” he chuckled. He leaned down and finally pressed his tongue to my nipple before pulling at it with his teeth. I let out a loud moan in relief, still grinding my core against him. Either he was going to fuck me, or I was going to get off dry humping him.

  He reached between us and pushed aside my thong which was damp with my arousal. “So fucking wet. Are you going to be able to be quiet? We wouldn’t want anyone to find us.” I couldn’t stop the clenching of my core at the thought. “Oh,” he chuckled, surprised by my reaction. “Does that turn you on? Having someone watching you get fucked?”

  Ten

  “Maybe it does,” I hedged, admitting nothing.

  He studied my face and pushed a finger deeper into me. “I’ll have to keep that stored away for next time.”

  Another finger added increased the pressure building. “So there will be a next time?” I barely got the words out. My breaths were so erratic from the way his fingers moved in and out of me.

  “Evelyn, if I’m going to fuck you, I am going to live every single fantasy I’ve ever had about you and not stop until I’m done.”

  No response could escape my throat. His thick fingers moved harder, roughly shoving in and out of me, and I was about to orgasm. But I didn’t want to come with his fingers in me. I wanted the thick cock I had grabbed earlier. I wanted my first orgasm with him to be when he was finally fucking me. Wiggling my hands between us, I reached for the buckle on his pants.

  My bare back scraped the wall as he lowered me down so I had better access to his pants. I flicked the clasp open and pulled the zipper down and nearly sobbed in happiness at finding no underwear. “Commando, Jameson?”

  “It’s hot as fuck here. I want to wear as little clothes as possible.”

  Reaching in his pants, I leaned in to bite the space between his neck and shoulder, pulling a moan from him. “Well, I approve.” Kissing my way up his neck, I stroked the velvety smooth shaft, barely able to wrap my hand around him. When I reached his ear, I nipped it, moaning my desires.

  His fingers pulled out of me, and his wet digits lifted and pushed the other strap of my dress down, exposing everything above the waist. He wasted no time attacking my breasts, nipping one between his teeth and rolling the other with his fingers.

  Jameson hoisted me up higher on the wall again. Letting go of my breast, he used his hand to guide the head of his cock to my wet opening. With no warning or ease at all, he shoved balls-deep inside me, pulling a yelp from my lips. He had been roughly fingering me, making me plenty wet, but nothing could have prepared me for how big he was going to feel inside me.

  “So good, Evelyn. So wet. Better than anything I’ve ever imagined,” he murmured while he slid his tongue around my areola.

  He eased all the way out and roughly shoved back in, repeating the motion over and over again. “Do you like that, Evie? Do you like the way my dick fills this tight cunt of yours?”

  “Yes… yes,” I breathed. “More. Please.” My speech was reduced to single words, filled with begging.

  My cries became frantic when he picked up speed, and I felt his balls slapping my ass, he was fucking me so hard. If anyone walked by, they would hear me and just have to peek through the trees to see me naked, pinned to the wall, being screwed by a freight train.

  My nails dug into his back, grasping at anything to keep me grounded in the moment. The harder he pushed the more I could feel my body rising, getting ready to crash in a long-awaited orgasm. I hadn’t had sex in so long, and to be able to look and see Jameson’s face pressed to my breast, to have his deep, commanding baritone whispering filth into my ears was too much. I couldn’t hold back.

  I reached my hand between us to find my clit and rolled my fingers across it.

  “That’s right, Evie. Play with yourself. I can’t wait to lay you down and watch you show me how you masturbated to thoughts of me. I can’t wait to see those slim fingers buried in your own pussy. Then I’ll pull them out and lick them clean.”

  His words detonated me. My legs tightened around his waist and my toes curled, digging into his ass as hoarse cries escaped my throat. A hand slammed over my mouth, trying to block out my loud moans. Jameson buried his head in my throat, pounding into me harder with shorter bursts, digging my back across the stone. It only made the fall from the crest harder and more intense. Heat burst in my core and spread up to my cheeks. I had to fight from biting down on the flesh of his palm with his moans vibrating into my shoulder. Eventually my limbs began to tingle as I relaxed from clenching so tight. His thrusts became softer, slower until he held himself all the way in and we let out an exhale together.

  I dug my fingers into his dark hair, tugging and making him grunt against me. I finally lifted my head up from lolling back against the wall and pulled his hair, wanting him to look up so I could see his face. I needed to remind myself that it was Jameson King that was inside me. That had fucked me better than I’d ever been fucked before.

  His lazy blue eyes lifted to mine, glinting with satisfaction. I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face. My hand laced over his that still laid across my lips and I pushed my tongue between the fingers that had been in me before pulling one long digit into my mouth, tasting the sweet tang of myself.

  His lips pulled back, baring his teeth. “Let’s get to the room so I can fuck you some more.”

  Every inch of him dragged across my swollen flesh before leaving me empty. When he eased my feet down to the ground a wetness trickled down my thigh and my heart started hammering in my chest.

  “Fuck. We forgot a condom.” My wide eyes jerked to his face.

  He paused for a minute and I swallowed past the panic wondering what was running through his head. “I’ve never not used a condom. I’m clean.”

  “Yeah, well neither have I.” His eyes narrowed at my admission. “And I’m on birth control.”

  “Okay.”

  His eyes still gleamed like he was holding back questions. “What? What is it?”

  He backed away, fixing his pants, shaking his head. “Nothing. Just…”

  “What, Jameson?” I was beginning to get irritated.

  “You’ve never not used a condom?”

  I tried to not be insulted that he thought so little of me. I ground my teeth together and pinched my lips ready to rip him apart for being so demeaning to me. Especially after coming inside me. But before I could utter a word, he held up his hand and continued.

  “It’s just kind of hot to know that my cum is the only cum to have dripped from your pussy.” He delivered the words with casual confidence, calmly reaching out to pull the straps of my dress back in place before he reached out and thumbed my nipple, making my body jerk with the renewal of arousal.

  My adrenaline was all over the place, between the orgasm and then the shock and then the anger, only to turn full circle back to turned on. Letting his comment go, I lifted my chin. “Caveman,” I muttered and turned to make my way out of our hideaway and back to my room.

  “Damn right I am. I plan on showing you how much once I get you back to a room.”

  Eleven

  The crash of the waves and sun pouring in through the open doors of the veranda greeted me first thing the next morning. It only took the stretch of my overused muscles to be reminded of the night before and fill my chest
with the hope of what the morning would hold. I didn’t want to waste any more time and moved my arm out to reach for Jameson only to find an empty pillow.

  My eyes flung open and my heart jumped so hard in my chest I was sure I would choke on it. Holding the sheet to my chest, I sat up and scanned the room. I listened more closely to see if I could hear any noise coming from the bathroom. Maybe he had decided to take a shower. We had taken one last night, but a girl could hope that he was there and not gone.

  A heavy feeling settled on my chest and made it hard to breathe. I felt like I was choking on the air getting caught up in my throat. Why was I so sad that he had left before I had woken? That was the norm for my relationships. If I didn’t leave before they woke up, it was only a quick kiss goodbye and a thank you for the orgasms.

  But this was Jameson. And him not being there when I woke up felt wrong. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes and it made me angry that he made me feel so hurt. Smelling him and the scent of our sex all over the bed urged me to move. Wrapping the sheet around my body, I grabbed a complimentary water and headed to the veranda that walked right out to the beach.

  Staring at the early morning runners and walkers along the shore, thoughts of the previous night traipsed through my mind.

  As soon as we opened the door to my room, he slammed it shut and pinned me against it. Lifting my leg on his hip, he’d shoved my dress up and rubbed his fingers through my folds. “Fuck,” he’d grunted into my neck, nibbling his way up to my ear. “Feeling my cum all over you does it for me.” His fingers had swirled around before pushing two roughly inside me. “We’re going to shower first, so I can see those sweet tits with water running down them. Then I’m going to bend you over and put my cum in you all over again.”

  I tried to reason with myself that last night was no different than any other night I’d spent with any other guy. But the way Jameson held me and made me orgasm over and over again had felt like nothing I’d ever felt with anyone else. In the shadows of the night, my chest tightened and felt like it would explode when he’d woken me and laid on top of me.