“Jamie,” she cries out and I lean over her, dig my fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise her. But I can’t seem to help myself, can’t seem to get high enough, even though I’m balls fucking deep. “Yes,” she cries out. “Hard, just like that.”
I pound into her, deep strokes that nearly slam her against the wall. Her cries of pleasure curl around me, a telltale sign she likes my frenzied fucking, and it’s a good thing, because I’d never want to do anything to hurt her, yet I can’t seem to get myself under control. I’m seriously losing my shit big time, and if I’m not careful, I might drown with everything I feel for this incredible woman, but have been tamping down since the day I met her.
“You like this, Fallon. You like me fucking you like this?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she huffs out, her body quivering in my hands, around my cock as I fill her. “I want all your cum in me.” Her fingers curl. “Oh, Jamie. I’m coming. It’s so good.” Her hot juice coats my dick and drips over my balls, and my cock throbs with the need for release, but I don’t want to come just yet, I want to stay buried inside of her like this for the rest of the night.
Forever.
“That is so fucking good,” I say as her muscles squeeze and massage my dick. “Ride my cock. Use it, Fallon. Fill that sweet pussy and take what you need.” I pull out, slam back in again, and before I know it, she’s coming again. My chest puffs up, proud that I can wring two orgasms out of her sweet body. Later, I plan to go for a third.
But I can’t think about that anymore. No, right now all I can do is think about the pleasure centered between my legs and how I’m going to blow before I want to. “I’m there, baby. I’m right there.”
“Fill me, Jamie. Fill me with your cum,” she cries out and I fall over her, slide my hands around her ribcage and cup her breasts as I let go on a deep, gasping breath. Her muscles continue to wreck my cock as I spurt my seed high inside her. I go deeper, not wanting any to drip out, and loving the idea of her feeling it dribble out of her tight pussy later. I completely deplete myself, and breathe hard against her back as I work to regain focus.
When my world rights itself, I pull out of her, and walk backwards with her until her limp body is under the hot spray. With her back to my chest, she lets her head fall to my shoulder, and as I catch her contented smile, I grab the soap and later her sated body.
“That…that was incredible,” she says, her voice a breathless whisper.
“No, babe,” I say, and she stiffens. “That wasn’t just incredible, that was just the start of the night. Now what was it you said about payback?”
9
Fallon
I wake to the sound of children playing on the beach and roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. I slide my hand across and touch the cool mattress. A quick glance at the clock lets me know it’s still early. Jamie must have snuck out ages ago, and while I miss his heat and comfort, it’s for the best. I don’t want to give Chase the wrong idea. Or the right idea.
Oh, God.
Last night with Jamie was amazing, of that I have no doubt. The way he touched me, kissed me, it was just so damn hard to remember this is a temporary thing, and that we’re just enjoying each other’s bodies for the rest of the week. I swallow against the storm of emotions tossing wildly in my stomach.
“It should have been me.”
I sit up in the bed, trying to wrap my brain around those words spoken in the heat of passion. Truthfully, I’d been so lost in him I’m still not sure I heard him right. I slide out from beneath the sheets, tug on my frayed shorts and a T-shirt, and walk to the window. A smile touches my mouth when I spot the guys on the beach with their kids. My heart pinches, knowing Chase is the only one without a father, but I can’t go down that road again. I won’t.
Unless it was with Jamie.
Oh boy, I really am in trouble here. I told him last night I wasn’t interested in more, but it was a bold-faced lie. I can’t come out and tell him what I feel. He made it clear twice now that this is just about sex and I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Chase needs him in his life as much as I do, and I can’t risk losing him.
As I take in the scene on the beach, I can only assume Jamie snuck into another bedroom and Chase is still asleep at this early hour, but when I scan the beach, I find them both jogging, Jamie’s pace slow so Chase can keep up. My heart jumps into my throat. Yeah, telling Jamie how I feel, and risk losing him, is a chance I can’t take. Chase has had enough loss, and he’s growing closer and closer to Jamie by the day.
As if he feels my eyes on him, Jamie glances up int
o the bedroom. He drops to his knees and points upward. Chase follows the movement, and they both wave emphatically. The room closes in on me as I wave back. Jamie stands and rubs his stomach and I laugh. The man is always hungry.
I close the curtain and make a trip to the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth. Once I’m sort of presentable, I head downstairs to start breakfast. Humming the stupid alligator song, I flick on the TV, put it to a music station and head into the kitchen. I pull some bacon, eggs and fruit from the fridge, and go to make coffee but discover the pot is already full.
“Bless you, Jamie,” I say.
“Are you praying for me?”
I jump at the sound of Jamie’s voice, and turn to see them coming in through the front door. A warm breeze follows them in and carries the enticing scent of Jamie’s skin. A shimmer of warmth goes through me.
“Mommy, I went jogging,” Chase says and runs his hand across his forehead, mimicking Jamie. It’s adorable. He makes a muscle. “I’m going to be big and strong like Jamie.”
I touch his arm. “Wow, you’re big and strong now.”
He makes a motor sound and runs into the other room. “Did he…see us?”