by M. A. Lee
“It’s my turn to please you,” I breathed, as I unbuckled his jeans and allowed my hand to dip inside his boxers.
Jameson watched me with a fire burning in his eyes and his breathing became heavy as I took his hearty length in my hands. As I began stroking him, I could feel him pulsating under my touch. I couldn’t help but grow aroused too as I felt him grow with each stroke of my hand. Jameson’s eyes remained glued to mine as he licked his lips and relaxed. Nothing was going to work me up faster than watching him cum again.
Just when I felt like he was about to reach his climax, I slowed my movements and allowed my mouth to hover over his cock. Teasing him, I aimed to please and take control.
“Fuck, Ivy. You are driving me crazy,” Jameson panted as he watched me slowly lick the tip of his cock.
I wanted to taste him, to have all of him inside my mouth and I wanted it now. I licked and sucked simultaneously until I felt him shake beneath me. Once I was satisfied with my taunting, I wrapped my lips around his entire cock and began sucking hard. My head bobbed up and down and with his hand, he placed it on the back of my neck, leading me down further and further until I could feel him at the back of my throat.
I was enjoying this game and I could feel myself growing wet again. Sensing my desire, Jameson took a finger and placed them inside of me, again. I groaned as my mouth continued to suck and pull on his throbbing cock.
Jameson worked his now two fingers inside of me, swirling them and pushing against all of the right spots. He was driving me crazy and as I felt my second climax grow, my own movements and work on him grew faster.
We rode our releases out together and I couldn’t help but scream his name out in my moment of ecstasy. As I watched Jameson turn and smile at me, I felt my heart flutter and in that moment, I knew two things were bound to possibly happen: I would fall hopelessly in love with Jameson or he would be the biggest regret of my entire life.
11
Jameson
Driving home from Ivy’s house, I felt invincible. I had experienced more wild and crazy sex than most people could imagine in my lifetime, but with Ivy, it was all different.
What we had experienced was more than just two people getting laid, what we did was intense. Powerful. Spiritual. Hot as hell.
As I pulled into the parking space back at my apartment that I shared with my brothers, I noticed loud music pouring from the windows. Of course, they were having another party.
My brothers took bachelorhood to a whole new level. While I had enjoyed hooking up with as many girls as possible, they preferred to get wild with lots of random people, loud music, and women.
Walking through the front door, I was assaulted by smoke and the smell of sweat. We had never really taken the time to decorate our house, but we had managed to keep it nice and clean. Now, these idiots were messing it all up. I watched a guy spill his beer on my black leather sofa as two guys yelled at the large flat screen television mounted over our fireplace. Ashes from cigarettes littered our dark, hardwood floors. There were people dancing in our living room and two girls were dancing and making out on the gray and white marble kitchen island. I could already see smudges and fingerprints on all of the stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen and thinking of cleaning this mess in the morning made me sick. As I made my way through the house, I looked for one of my brothers to yell at.
Just as I stepped into the kitchen, a familiar voice purred behind me.
“Hey Jameson, I’ve been looking for you,” Angie said as she ran a finger down my arm. Her strong floral perfume assaulted my nose and I almost coughed.
I shuddered under the touch. I still had Ivy’s smell lingering on me and that was the only scent I cared to remember tonight.
Removing her hand, I tried to push past her as I searched through the crowds of people standing and talking in my kitchen.
“Well, you found me, Angie. Sorry, but I’m looking for Micah or Brody.”
Angie stopped me by putting her hand on my chest. Looking up, she batted her fake lashes and smiled, revealing red lipstick painted on her front teeth. Looking at her now, I wasn’t sure what I had seen in her that made me attracted enough to sleep with her the few times I had.
She had on too much makeup, not the natural look like Ivy had. Her floral perfume was strong and overbearing, not like the vanilla and lavender scent that Ivy wore and made me feel calm. Even her voice was irritating me. It was high pitched and loud, not soft and delicate like Ivy’s.
“Micah went out to get more beer and Brody is around here somewhere with that new redhead that works at the bar,” Angie said, still eyeing me like I was a piece of candy she wanted to taste. “But, I’m here if you want to have some fun,” she finished.
I was pretty sure Angie had slept with most of the bikers around here, married or not married, it didn’t seem to matter to her. Suddenly, that thought made her even more disgusting to me.
I took a step back away from her and bumped into the corner wall connecting my living room to the kitchen. “Look, Angie, we had our fun, but it’s over now.”
Almost laughing, Angie gave me a sneer. “Are you serious? Is this about that girl you were talking to the other night at the clubhouse?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips like an infuriated toddler.
“Her name is Ivy, and yes. This has everything to do with her. I think we have something. I’m going to try to see where it goes,” I said.
I knew better than to say too much to Angie, she was a loudmouth who loved to gossip to whoever would listen to her.
“I can’t believe I am hearing this. Jameson Raven, getting serious over a girl. Well, I guess she must be special,” she snapped.
Even though Angie was trying to push my buttons and get a reaction out of me, she was right. Ivy was special.
“Yes Angie, Ivy is special. Now, get out of my way so I can go lock myself into my room.”
I raced upstairs and did just as I told Angie I would. I locked the door behind me and put on my headphones and let my music drown out the world around me. Kicking off my boots, I lay in bed with my shirt and jeans still on. I still smelled like Ivy and I wanted to go to bed thinking about her.
I knew Angie and the other girls at this party well enough to know that if my door wasn’t locked, they would try to get in. I had woken up on numerous occasions to find one, two, and even three girls in my bed with me. Back then, it was like winning the lottery, now it would be the worst thing that could happen.
I needed Ivy to know she could trust me. And, I would do anything it takes to have her heart.
12
Ivy
I snuggled further inside my blankets, as my body grew warm thinking about Jameson’s firm arms as they fit around me perfectly. My stomach ached as I remembered his breaths warming my skin and how his black as night curly hair had bounced when he laughed at my frantic reactions to the horror movie we had been watching. Everything about that night had been perfect.
Just as I began to imagine what it would be like for Jameson to kiss me again, to wrap his arms around me and pull me into him, cradle me, and begin kissing down my neck and to my…
My phone chimed, notifying me of a text. Frustrated, I shook my head, trying to remove the images I had been creating and re-creating over and over again in my mind. Images and thoughts, I should not be having about Jameson.
Jameson: Hey, do you have plans today?
Me: Nope. I don’t ever do anything on Sunday
Jameson: Well you do now. Get dressed, I will be there in an hour.
Me: Where are we going?
Jameson: It’s a surprise.
Me: I hate surprises
Jameson: I know. See you in an hour
I really did hate surprises. Stretching, I stood and began preparing myself for whatever Jameson had planned. I showered then dressed in a cute pair of jeans and a flowing emerald green shirt that always made my eyes shine in contrast with my hair. I took a few extra minutes to curl my hair, using my fing
ers to brush the ringlets out so that I created a beachy, wavy look. I remember Jameson saying he liked it when I wore my hair that way. No big deal I guess, just want to look good.
As I finished tidying around the apartment, I heard Jameson’s loud knock as he announced his arrival. When I opened the door, Jameson slowly scanned my body, all the way from my head to my toes. His smile grew wider the farther down he went, which made me blush under his stare. Taking a moment, I admired Jameson’s loose-fitting jeans and tight-fitting charcoal gray tee shirt. Everything he wore seemed to hug his form in all the right places.
“Wow, you look great,” Jameson stated as he continued to smile.
“Thanks,” I said, tucking a strand of my wavy locks behind my ear.
“You ready?” Jameson asked, holding out his hand for me to take.
“Sure. But where are we going?” I asked, placing my hand in his. That familiar spark ignited when our fingers touched, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I told you, it’s a surprise,” he said slyly.
Sighing, I rolled my eyes as I smiled. He was so infuriating sometimes, but I loved, I mean like that about him. We walked to the parking lot where I saw a beautiful, all chrome vintage motorcycle sitting in one of the guest parking spots. Jameson reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.
“What is that?” I asked, pausing in mid-step.
Jameson smiled, a smile so wide it spread from ear-to-ear. “That, is my bike. Well at least for today it is,” he said, squeezing my hand as he began walking to the bike. Offering his hand, Jameson helped me throw my leg over the bike so that I could sit down.
I sat down on the black leather seat and admired the beautiful masterpiece. Jameson flipped his leg over the side and straddled the bike carefully as to not shake it and knock me off. Reaching over, Jameson handed me a black helmet.
“I got you something,” he winked.
Taking the helmet in my hands, I noticed writing on the back side. Turning it over in my hands, I spotted my name in white letters with green ivy crawling through each letter of my name.
“This is beautiful,” I admired.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said.
Jameson revved the engine and glanced at me as he kicked the brake.
“I’ve been working on this bike for an old friend of mine. He likes to buy old sports cars and bikes and restore them. He’s been coming to the biker bar since before I was born. Anyway, I am doing him a favor since the bike needed extensive work and the shop was charging him way more than what it was worth to do. So, he asked me to do this and he’s paying me half what they would have charged him. Plus, I get to drive it today with you,” he said, offering me his famous trademark smile.
“Okay. Let’s see what this baby can do,” I said, smiling back at him.
Arching his eyebrows, Jameson looked at me and revved the engine again. His smile twisted to reveal a naughty smile. He was turning himself on listening to the power just under his touch. “Hold on, you are in for a wild ride,” he said as he backed up and began to drive, a little too fast, but I didn’t mind. His laughter increased along with the speed of the car.
We drove through Lexington, passing by the University of Kentucky and some of our favorite restaurants and bars. We continued to drive until we reached a section of town I had never been to. Which is sad because I grew up in this town. I noticed Jameson glancing at me every few minutes, watching for my expression. After a while, we pulled off on one of the side roads and parked under a large tree. A small pond was nestled behind some trees and underbrush.
“I love this place,” Jameson said as he helped me off the bike.
Jameson threw his arm around me and hugged me to his side as he led me over to the large oak tree next to the pond. I inhaled his scent, my favorite of vanilla and spice. His body was always so warm, inviting me to cuddle even closer. “This is turning out to be a great day, I love spending time with you,” I said, not realizing I had said the words aloud first. I had meant to only think them, but once they slipped past my lips, I became embarrassed.
Strengthening his grip, Jameson hugged me tighter. “Yeah, it really is,” he said, kissing me on top of my head. His warm breath tingled against my neck as he inched himself closer to me.
We sat down under the shade of the large oak tree and admired the beauty surrounding us. As I sat next to Jameson, my eyes roamed over his entire body. I had been so stupid when I first met him. Believing him to be some bad guy because he rode a bike and worked at a bar. Instead, he had turned out to be this hilarious, sweet, and charming guy.
“I want to tell you something,” Jameson said nervously.
My mind began to race as my heart sank deep into my stomach. Those words were never good. I knew Jameson was too good to be true. I knew I was a fool to let myself think I could have him. I had plans and I had foolishly believed I could accept this man into my life, too.
Sensing the fear filling my body, Jameson grabbed my hands and pulled me close.
“Don’t freak out,” he chuckled.
“Well, those aren’t usually words you say before you have good news,” I said, biting my lip from worry.
“You have it all wrong. The other night after we…” he smirked just thinking about our sensational sex. “After we had sex, I came home to my brothers throwing a wild party. Angie was there,” he said.
My face grew pale and my eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. My stomach churned, and I felt like I might be sick. Was he about to tell me he hooked up with Angie? If he did, I would have to end this. As much as I loved him, I couldn’t be that type of girl. I would never be the type who stuck by a man who cheated. I would never forgive him or myself.
“Ivy, don’t freak out,” he pleaded again. “Angie tried to hit on me. I turned her down. I went to my room and locked the door. You can ask any of the guys at the clubhouse, most of them were there. The only thing I could do was compare her to you. Shit, I compare everyone to you. Because no one is as good as you are. I need you to know that you can trust me. I’m sure you’ve heard about the guy I used to be, but I’m not him anymore. I’ve changed for the better, because of you,” he finished with an endearing smile.
“I would understand if you had hooked up with her,” I lied, unsure about what to say. “But, I appreciate you being honest with me. It really means a lot.”
Shaking his head, Jameson let out a deep breath. “Why would you have understood if I had hooked up with Angie? I am with you. I just wanted you to hear about it from me in case Angie ran her mouth or something,” Jameson argued.
Grabbing my hands, he forced me to look into his eyes. I swear, I felt like he was trying to open a window into his soul.
“Jameson, we haven’t really talked about…this,” I said, pointing between us.
“Well, we should. I don’t want anyone else and I would die if you were with another guy. Let’s make this official,” he smiled.
I couldn’t help myself. “So, you want me to be your girlfriend?” I asked.
“Girlfriend and so much more,” Jameson said, pulling me into him for a long kiss.
“I like the sound of that,” I said.
In that moment, my mind began to blur as my body ached for that touch again. In one instant I was sitting next to Jameson, holding him tightly as I sank in his world, his personal world. He had just given me the words I needed to hear. While I had freaked out, I had nothing to worry about. Before I knew it, I was climbing on top of his lap, straddling him and pressing my lips together with his. Once my lips graced his, any space between us quickly disappeared. His eyes grew wild at first, then he took hold of me and kissed me back with such force it took my breath away. His hands were positioned on my neck, pulling me closer as our bodies collide against each other. His lips had a wicked effect on mine, as passion and desire coursed through my veins. My hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging at each curly strand of coal black hair. His touch thrilled every nerve in my body. The moment was
intense, so powerful that I felt it becoming my new obsession. I was addicted to his touch, his kiss, and to his soul. His lips were rough but tasted sweet, a perfect combination that made me want more-- much more. He was relentless as our bodies and minds collided with that one, perfect kiss. Every movement he made was calculated to bring me pleasure.
I felt his hands cup my face and pull me toward him. When I opened my eyes again, I was staring into his beautiful dark eyes. He held me close, staring at me for what seemed like forever.
I wanted him in all ways possible. We were so opposite, yet, so perfect for one another at the same time. He loved to push my buttons and he knew how his touch would drive me crazy, but he did it anyway.
“Thank you for telling me that,” I said as I kissed him again.
“I want you to give all of yourself to me, Ivy. I promise you won’t regret it.”
And I didn’t regret it. Jameson Raven had all of me now.
13
Jameson
Honesty had never been my strong suit. In fact, I spent most of my life lying and then trying to get myself out of those lies. But now, all I wanted to do was tell the truth. I wanted Ivy to see me and know that what I said, I meant. I needed her to know that.
Lying in bed, I couldn’t stop replaying our conversation over and over in my head.
“You have it all wrong. The other night after we…” he smirked just thinking about our sensational sex. “After we had sex, I came home to my brothers throwing a wild party. Angie was there,” I said.
I watched Ivy’s face pale and her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to protect her and hold her and swear that I would never hurt. She needed to hear the rest of what I had to say. She needed to know.
“Ivy, don’t freak out,” I pleaded again. “Angie tried to hit on me. I turned her down. I went to my room and locked the door. You can ask any of the guys at the clubhouse, most of them were there. The only thing I could do was compare her to you. Shit, I compare everyone to you. Because no one is as good as you are. I need you to know that you can trust me. I’m sure you’ve heard about the guy I used to be, but I’m not him anymore. I’ve changed for the better, because of you.”