Deny Me

by Fiona Cole

  Jameson ordered beer for himself, and shots for me. I took a break for one of them, slowly dancing against him with tequila warming my body. I moved back out onto the floor for another man to approach me. Apparently, Jameson was fed up, because he came out to make his claim.

  Dancing for Jameson was alluring and sexy as he let his eyes take in my body. But my skin sizzled when he finally wrapped me in his arms and began kissing my neck. Goose bumps broke out along my entire body at the feel of his teeth scraping along my shoulder.

  Every so often, I would let my eyes scan the area and catch Andrew watching me. As much as I knew Jameson was the only man for me that night, I couldn’t deny the desire I felt at having another man watch me. Jameson followed my stare and caught Andrew staring. “You like him watching you shake your ass?” he growled.

  “I like you watching me. I like you touching me,” I answered, trying to reassure him that he was all I wanted that night, despite my dumb mouth.

  His response was to slap my ass and then squeeze. When Andrew disappeared, I focused my attention back on Jameson’s hand still resting on my bottom. “Do you trust me?” he asked against my ear.

  Laughing, I gave the obvious answer. “Of course I trust you. You’re over protective Jameson.”

  Spinning me around, he held me still searched my face. “No, Evelyn. Do. You. Trust me?”

  The question felt heavier than the fun environment surrounding us. But having his eyes pin me in place, I still gave the obvious answer. Sliding my hands up to his cheeks, I brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “Of course I trust you,” I spoke against his lips. It was the same response as earlier, but with a whole new meaning. I trusted him, and not just because he was over protective and cautious. But because I knew him and knew he would never do anything to hurt me. It was a heavy revelation.

  “Good,” he growled before grabbing my hand. “Come on.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked, trying to follow the change in direction of the night. A minute ago he was seducing me on the dance floor, and now he was dragging me away like he was on a mission to escape.

  We moved past the bar, weaving our way around the other patrons. Jameson stopped at an opening that led to a back hallway. “Are you going to fuck me in the bathroom?” I asked, shocked and excited.

  He didn’t answer me and moved past the bathroom and stopped outside a door. He turned the knob and poked his head in before turning back to me. “No. I’m going to fuck you in the storage room.”

  I only got a quick glimpse of the large room, dimly lit from a single light above. Shelves lined up like a library filtered the light reaching us, leaving the room even darker. He pressed me against the door and slammed his mouth over mine. I opened my mouth to let his tongue brush against mine, thrusting my hands up to grip his shirt in my clenched fists.

  His hands started at my shoulders and slid down past my breasts before gripping around my waist, hoisting me up to wrap my legs around him. He turned and sat me down on the edge of the sink and moved to grip my thighs, digging his fingers hard into my flesh as though he was trying to hold on to the last bit of his control.

  His lips moved down my neck, licking, sucking, biting. My head leaned back on my shoulders and tipped to the side, and my heart dropped and a spike of adrenaline shot through my body.

  “Jameson,” I gasped, frantically shoving at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop. “Jameson, there is someone in here.” He just hummed against my skin, unconcerned that someone was standing back in the shadows behind one of the shelves, watching us. I slapped his shoulder and whispered a little louder to get his attention. “Jameson!” He finally pulled back and looked up with a lazy look filled with desire. “There is someone in here.”

  My head jerked back in shock when all he did was smirk. “Is there? Who do you think it is?” he asked, unconcerned. I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Chuckling at my reaction, he leaned down and eased the fabric covering my breast aside, kissing down from my collar bone before circling my nipple. I sat frozen and turned on, unable to process the situation enough to react. “Come on out,” he spoke aloud to the hidden stranger, not leaving the task of pleasuring my breast. “Don’t worry. I followed you in here.”

  “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself. What the hell was going on? A small cry left my lips when he bit down on my nipple and no one other than Andrew moved out from between the shelves. “What the fuck?” I spoke louder, holding Jameson’s head to my chest to protect my nudity.

  Jameson’s hand rested on my breast and turned to look at Andrew. “You like what you see?”

  His eyes scanned me up and down, landing on my wide eyes before lifting an eyebrow. “She’s a beautiful woman.”

  “Damn right she is.”

  Jameson picked me up under my ass and spun, taking a few steps and sitting on a bar chair with me straddling his lap. My back was to Andrew and I used one arm to hold on to Jameson and the other to pull my dress back over my chest.

  He looked past me and spoke to Andrew. “You want to see how beautiful she is when she comes?”

  My heart was beating out of my chest, and my eyes searched his for answers. I felt like Jameson knew the game he was playing, but I hadn’t been let in on the rules. I was silently pleading with him to tell me now.

  “Fuck yes,” Andrew whispered behind me.

  Jameson’s eyes finally moved back to mine. He leaned in to place a soft kiss against my parted lips. “Do you want him to stay?”

  Did I? I was open to all experiences and sexual desires. I never judged. But did I want to have another man a part of what Jameson and I shared? Did I want to go further?

  No.

  The answer ricocheted through my mind coming from my soul. Wrapped in Jameson’s arms, feeling his desire pushing against my bottom, I didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy with anyone but him. I didn’t want to feel anyone else touching me.

  “No.” I repeated myself to make sure he could feel the sincerity from my words. “No. Only you.”

  It was only a fractional move, but Jameson’s lips twitched up and a spark lit behind his blue eyes with approval. I couldn’t help but feel that same spark in my chest and work its way down to my core. Without removing his eyes from mine, he growled, “Get out.”

  “But I thou—” Andrew tried to argue.

  “I said. Get. Out.”

  “Alright man. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” I heard his feet shuffle and the door open and close. Then we were alone in the quiet room with the bass of the club thumping against the walls around us. Being alone with him felt more right than I thought possible. If you’d asked me a month ago, I would’ve said I’d grab any chance I could at a threesome. But sitting on his lap, it made my stomach churn in discomfort. Jameson was enough man for me.

  “We should probably get go—” I was cut off by his lips slamming against mine.

  Jameson’s hands moved to my shoulders and down my collarbones, dropping further to tug my dress open at the V to expose my breasts. He did it slowly, dragging the edge of the material over my hardened nipples. My shoulders tensed up against my neck, scared, but excited that anyone could come barging in at any moment. But as his fingers rolled my nipples, my muscles relaxed and I fell into him, enjoying the zing of excitement that shot to my clit.

  Jameson latched onto my neck and sucked up to my ear. Placing his hands on my thighs, he dragged them up under my flowing shorts and whispered, “I’m going to finger this sexy fucking pussy. You okay with that? You okay with me feeling how wet you are? How greedy your cunt is for my fingers?”

  I dropped my head to his shoulder, taking in as much oxygen as my lungs could get. I was falling into a cloud of sex, losing all inhibitions. “Please,” I whimpered, needing to feel him inside me.

  He bit down on my shoulder, pulling a cry from my lips as his hands tugged my thong aside. His hands pushed my legs wider, spreading them as far as
they would go. I refused to lift my head, instead enjoying the feel of his fingers dragging the wetness from the bottom of my opening to rub across my clit.

  “Do you regret asking him to leave? Do you want to share your pussy?” Jameson asked into my neck.

  “No,” I gasped out. “You’re all I want. All I need.”

  His growl vibrated from his chest into my breasts. “Good.” Sinking two fingers roughly into my pussy, he continued. “Good. This pussy is mine. I own Evelyn’s pussy. I am the only one who gets to touch it. Fuck it. Taste it.” I panted each time he pushed hard into me, crying out as his thumb started with wide circles around my clit, closing in on the prize. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me.”

  “It’s yours.”

  He pulled out and slapped my pussy before shoving his fingers back in, deeper. “Say your pussy is mine.”

  “My pussy is all yours, Jameson.” I could deny this man nothing when he rocked his thumb back and forth across my clit.

  He bit down on my bottom lip and rolled his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot, detonating my body. My toes curled and a heated flush spread from my core, up my breasts to my neck and into my cheeks. Needing to feel more, I moved my hand up to my hard nipples and rolled them, tugging harder with each squeeze of my walls around Jameson’s thick fingers fucking me.

  He softly brought me down from my peak before he growled, “My turn,” and pushed me off his lap to the ground.

  I didn’t hesitate. I had been feeling his hard dick pressing into my ass for the past fifteen minutes, and I was ready for it. My knees hit the ground and I leaned back, my heels digging into my bottom as I reached forward to open his pants. Taking in his parted lips and hazy eyes, I lowered the zipper and tugged. He lifted up to get his pants down far enough to release his long shaft and balls.

  The sound of my nails digging into his pants as they dragged down his thighs mixed with our heavy breathing in the quiet room. I wanted to tease him and drag out his pleasure, but when my tongue flicked across the head of his cock and I heard his deep groan, I couldn’t hold back and opened my mouth, taking in as much of him as possible until he pushed against the back of my throat.

  Wrapping one hand around the base of his dick, I reached my other for his balls, tugging softly. I moved my hand and my mouth in tandem as I bobbed up and down, sucking hard each time I reached his swollen head. When I felt him getting close, I decided to tease him a little and dragged my tongue up the back, staring up at him, making sure he was watching me as I dipped my tongue into the slit before wrapping my lips back around the head.

  My fingers teased the spot behind his balls and he lost control. He let go of the chair and gripped my long waves in a fist, pushing me to take him back into my mouth and suck faster and harder. When I slowed down, he would pump his hips, forcing me to take more. Feeling Jameson lose control and fuck my face made me want to reach down and make myself come again. But I didn’t want to take my hands away from pleasuring him.

  I focused my efforts and sucked harder, twisting my hand at the base of his cock. When my finger reached back and gently circled his opening, he jerked upward pushing in so far my gag reflex kicked in. Keeping up my assault, I let him use me and lost myself in his heavy breathing and deep groans.

  His fist tightened in my hair and I felt his balls pull up tightly. “I’m gonna come,” he barely panted out.

  When I didn’t pull away, he continued pumping until warm salty streams hit the back of my throat. Swallowing quickly, I continued to flick my tongue around his twitching cock, prolonging his orgasm.

  His hand finally released my hair and I pulled back, licking every last bit of cum from him until he pulled me away. “Fuck that is so hot, Evelyn. So fucking hot,” he breathed, looking at me in wonder.

  I placed one last kiss on the tip of his cock before rising from my knees and helping him put his softening penis back in his pants. “You going to be able to walk back to our room?” I laughed.

  “If it means I get to fuck you, then I will force my legs to work.” He was still lounging back in the chair but began moving to sit up, getting ready to stand.

  “Aw, poor Jamie-Boy, the big mountain of a man was slayed by a tiny little blow job,” I taunted.

  “Woman, that was no tiny blow job.” He finally stood from the chair and followed me to the door. “I think that just shattered my world.”

  Fourteen

  “So it’s our last full day in paradise. Will you miss it?” I asked from my cloth-covered seat on the beach. Jameson had scheduled a beachside dinner for two for our last night.

  ‘Come as you are’ he had said to me after our day spent on the beach.

  ‘And how am I?’ I had asked.

  ‘Gorgeous.’

  It was so simple, but hearing it in Jameson’s deep timber and seeing his serious eyes, it had melted me from the inside out. He didn’t give flippant compliments.

  So there we sat at a linen-covered table with candles and tiki torches setting the mood. The sun setting across the crashing waves lit up the evening sky up with a mixture of stars and fiery pinks and oranges. It was a beautiful juxtaposition.

  “I will and I won’t,” he answered, staring out across the water and then looking back at me.

  “That’s vague.”

  “Well, of course I’ll miss this. It’s been fun and it’s beautiful here, but real life is calling and I need to get back to the bar.”

  “There’s the controlling Jameson we all know and love,” I said with a smile. “I bet it’s killing you to not know every detail of what’s going on at King’s.”

  “It’s been hard,” he agreed. He stared at me before continuing. “But I’ve had some distractions that make it easy to forget everything not right in front of me.”

  Blushing, I ducked my head not sure what to do with his compliment. I had been given thousands of compliments throughout my life. They almost always seemed shallow and insincere. But coming from Jameson, they affected me differently than ever before. I knew he meant every word.

  “Yesterday you mentioned your mom a little. Did she ever remarry? Do you remember your dad?”

  Biting my lip, I stared out at the ocean. It seemed the perfect distraction from staring at him and letting him see the panic in my eyes. I knew my mom might not have been normal by conventional standards. But she was my mom and I loved her. Naturally, it was hard to talk about and avoid judgment from others. I was protective of her.

  “No, she never remarried.” I kept my answers short. “And I don’t remember much about my dad. I remember what he looked like and small snippets of him playing with me. But nothing else.”

  He slowly nodded his head in understanding. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “Don’t be.” I waved my hand dismissively. “I was young, so I didn’t feel the loss as keenly as most. I can’t imagine being older and losing a parent. I don’t know how you did it.”

  “It was hard.” He pushed the dessert around his plate, deep in thought. “It’s bittersweet. You get all these memories to keep with you forever. But on the flip side, those same memories can haunt you and make the loss feel that much greater.”

  I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. “I’m so sorry, Jameson. I know life hasn’t always been easy for you.”

  “It is what it is.” He shrugged. “There are things I wish I could change, of course. But looking at where we are in life, I think we did okay.”

  “You did great. You’re an amazing man and there is no way you can look at Luella and not be proud of what all your sacrifices gave her.”

  “I wish I could have saved her from feeling all the loss.”

  “Well, that’s because you’re Jameson and you have to take on the world and control it,” I laughed. “You did enough. And she’s lucky to have someone who cares so much.”

  “Yeah.” He heaved a sigh, finally looking up from his plate toward me. “What about you? Was your mom there for you?”


  “My mom gave me everything important about myself. She taught me to love myself and showed me how to be a strong, independent woman.” Even though I never talked to people about my mom, watching after Jameson open up to me, I couldn’t help but return the gesture. “When she lost my dad, she was devastated. Devastation turned to anger,” I swallowed, “and I think that anger is what sustained her through life. She never wanted to experience that loss again, so she never dated again.”

  “Never?” he asked, clearly shocked.

  “I mean, I’m not naïve. I’m sure she had … dates. But my mom always told me that she didn’t need a man. She reinforced to me what love could do if you let it in. She always told me that I didn’t need any man in my life.” Staring at the candle flickering on the table, I laughed and imitated her exact words. “Evelyn, if you are strong on your own, you won’t ever need a man or his love. You love yourself enough, and you will never have to experience the soul-crushing pain of losing it.”

  Still laughing, remembering her usual mantra, I looked up to find Jameson looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” He shook his head. “It just explains a lot about who you are.”

  My eyebrows lowered in annoyance. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing,” he repeated, trying to calm my building irritation. “It just gives me a whole new insight as to why you’re so against any lasting relationship. Why you go through guys like tissues.”

  “Jameson, I go through guys like tissues because I can, and it feels good. I’m against relationships because I don’t need anything from anyone that I can’t get from myself or my friendships. Just because I told you about my mom doesn’t mean you know some deep secret and can fix me or something.”

  “Evelyn, I never said you needed fixing.”

  “No, but I can feel you judging me.”