Regan

After his boss had scalded him in front of everyone at work, Jamie called to change our plans. I was all set for a real meal at Luciano’s. Instead of overpriced Italian food, we’re sitting on the couch in Jamie’s apartment, eating pizza from the box on the coffee table and playing his video game.

As much as I would have liked the fancy date, this one is much better. It’s also our third date if you want to get technical. Which means sex. And I’m slightly nervous. More like ready to puke.

“How did you do that?” Jamie shakes his head at me with a curious look in his eyes. “Do you know how long it took me to map out that sequence, and you just crushed it in five minutes.”

I shrug, a smirk already on my lips. “I’m just that good. What can I say?”

“I can’t believe a girl outplayed me.” He glances down at the controller in his hand, confused. “I need to make a few tweaks to the game.”

“Isn’t that why you call me Foxy?” I say proudly. “Because I always have a trick up my sleeve.”

Settling into the cushion next to me, Jamie drops the remote on the table and pulls me into his chest. “You’re about ten times sexier than you were five minutes ago.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laugh against his lips as he presses his to mine. “And how did I manage to do that?”

“You were speaking my language the entire time you were kicking my ass.”

“I was?” My tone indicates a question, not a statement. “What did I say that was your language?”

My nipples harden as he runs his hands down my bare arms, feeling his way down my body. With his mouth so close to mine, every breath makes my body tremble. I was nervous about tonight, but I am so ready to give Jamie all of me.

“When I mentioned storage space, you started talking about hard drives. Something about that conversation turned me on, and then you had to go and beat my team.”

“Hard drives,” I whisper against his lips, as I slide my hand up his thigh. “I bet you have a hard one…just for me.”

My comment is so stupid that we both laugh but only for a second. He covers my hand with his, so I can feel exactly what I have done to him.

He breathes against my lips and rubs my jaw with his thumb as he cradles my face in his hand. “Keep saying shit like that, Regan.”

The sexual tension between us is so thick that the anticipation of what’s to come sets my skin on fire.

“Hard. Drives.” I annunciate each word, a smile crossing my lips.

Before I can finish the rest of my computer speak, Jamie’s lips crash against mine, and his tongue slips inside my mouth as he pulls my head closer, stroking my cheek the entire time, as he deepens the kiss. Without breaking away from him, I climb onto his lap, my knees digging into the couch and my thighs molding around his.

Jamie threads his fingers through my hair to pull me to him. Our kisses are so rough and animalistic, unlike the tender, more passionate kisses we’ve shared in the past. Jamie wants this. I want this. He doesn’t waste time removing my shirt and bra, and then he’s sucking on my nipple while massaging my other breast with his hand. Jamie is working wonders on me with his mouth, making me dripping wet. So wet my juices are ready to spill down my leg.

Feeling beneath his T-shirt shirt, my hands travel over his sculpted stomach, and my fingers work on getting the button of his jeans open so I can slide my hand through the slit in his boxers. I laugh to myself when I think of his shirt. When I’d walked through the door earlier, I had made fun of him for a few minutes because his shirt says I know HTML. At first, I thought that was a normal super nerd thing to wear, until I noticed it says in smaller print How to Meet Ladies, and we had a good chuckle over it. That’s just one of the silly things about Jamie that lured me in from the beginning. Now, he’s all mine.

Jamie stops kissing me long enough to remove his shirt and lift his hips to push his pants and boxers down far enough that I can grab hold of his cock. He’s big, not like porn star huge, but big enough that my hands seem small in comparison. With each stroke, I pick up my pace, and with each groan of pleasure, I get the hang of how fast he likes it.

He tilts his head back against the couch cushion and twists his fingers through my hair. “Fuck, Regan,” he mumbles.

I slide off him and onto the sofa, getting on my knees as I lean over him, still stroking his length. I lower my mouth and lick the tip, testing him to gauge his reaction. I love seeing the facial expressions he makes as my tongue glides along his sensitive skin.

He makes a hissing noise that’s so fucking hot I can feel my juices sliding further down my thigh. Holding my head in place, Jamie grips my hair tighter, as he comes in my mouth. The noises he makes when he comes, including my name on his lips, I swear is hot enough to make me come on the spot.

I barely have enough time to swallow before his hands are on me. Jamie pushes me onto the couch, and my back lands flat against a wall of pillows. After removing his shoes and pants, he climbs on top of me, separating my thighs with his hand. The skirt I have on allows him easy access. I wore it on purpose so that nothing would come between us.

He slides the material up my legs, peels back my panties, and slips his finger inside me, drawing it back for a second to shove another one inside my slickness. Quickening his pace, he circles my clit with his thumb, and I tighten my grip on his fingers.

Jamie dips his head down, lowering himself between my legs, with his fingers still pushing further inside me.

“Jamie,” I moan, biting hard enough on my bottom lip to draw blood when his tongue rolls over my clit.

“I’m gonna…” I manage to choke out, my voice trailing off.

He peeks up at me, telling me with his eyes that he wants me to come. I shove my hands through his short, dark hair to hold him right where I want him. Focused on his tongue and fingers, his rhythm is so perfectly timed that my body trembles, and an orgasm possesses my body.

At first I’m unable to speak, still panting and trying to catch my breath. I sit there, staring at Jamie as he removes his fingers, leaning back just enough so he can grab a condom from his wallet on the table.

Without wasting time, he opens the foil packet, rolls the latex down his length, and positions himself between my legs. My body tenses for a second, nervous in anticipation. He eases into me slowly, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size, before filling me all at once.

I groan in pleasure, his name on the tip of my tongue, as I wrap my legs around his back. A smile stretches across his handsome face, and I push the hair that falls in front of his eyes out of the way so I can get a better look at him.

As Jamie slides in and out of me, I get used to him, and with some of the pain comes intense pleasure. It has been far too long since the last time I had sex. I haven’t been able to trust anyone enough to get close to them. And with Jamie, we have more than a sexual connection. There’s a deeper level of understanding between us.

Jamie picks up the pace, his movements so in sync as he grips my hips and fucks me, hard and fast. I love this side of Jamie. The hungry, take whatever he wants kind of man that I have been waiting to see.

With a firm grip, he lifts my right leg over his shoulder and pushes deeper inside me, hitting the right spot. I don’t want him to stop. I wish this feeling could last forever. My insides clench, a brush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes, as my moans turn into screams and an intense orgasm rocks through me, commanding control over my body. I have come undone. Jamie has wrecked me.

With this kind of stamina, he could go all night. He pumps faster, the sweat trickling down his forehead with each thrust. After I come again, Jamie pulls out of me, and grips my hips to lift me on top of him, as he leans back into the cushions, acting as if I weigh nothing.

Throwing my legs at his sides, I straddle him. I lift my hips just enough so I can position myself above his cock. Once I do, he thrusts into me, filling me once more. I push my palms down on his chest, my nails digging into my skin as I ride him hard.

Circling my clit with his thumb, he grabs my breast in the other hand and pinches my nipple. It doesn’t take long before my insides tighten, holding him in a vise grip. I’m so close, my juices coating his skin, as he matches my movements. We lock eyes, another earth-shattering orgasm brewing within, and when he starts to groan, his facial expression changes, a look so sexy it only heightens my pleasure.

His body trembles beneath me one last time before I lean down to kiss him, slow and passionate this time. After our lips separate, I sit up and sit next to him. Naked and glistening with sweat, his toned body is perfection in every way. Jamie could easily pass for an athlete with his muscular build. The fact he doesn’t work out and eats junk food shocks the hell out of me because I could admire his body all day.

Jamie grasps my hip with his hand. “Take a shower with me,” he says, staring up at me with the sexiest look in his eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I nod, still too stunned to speak.

Jamie removes another condom from his wallet and cocks a finger toward his chest, telling me to follow, as he heads to the bathroom. Walking next to Jamie, I admire his tight ass and muscular body. He sets the condom on the counter and deals with the one we used, while I work on adjusting the water to the perfect temperature.

Once I find the right balance, I step into the shower stall, tiled from floor to ceiling. The stall is big enough for two people, yet when Jamie gets in with me, we’re on top of each other with hardly any room to move.

I press my palm against his chest, pushing him beneath the water. He hooks an arm around my back, sending chills down my spine, even with the warmth of the water beating down on my face. Reaching behind me, Jamie takes the bottle of shampoo from the ledge and rubs it into my hair.

He’s so much taller than me that my face is lined up with his chest, as he massages my scalp. Soap slides down the side of my face and onto my breasts. Jamie notices the suds forming on my skin and rubs his hands over my breasts to wash them.

“Jamie,” I moan with my eyes closed because I have too much shampoo in my eyes to open them just yet.

This is the first time a man has washed me. And I love it, finding this so fucking erotic that my pussy is throbbing, begging for more of Jamie.

He continues to touch me, pulling me close enough that the water runs over my face. The heat from his touch spreads down from my arms to my toes. He commands control over my body, forcing me to bend to his will.

Staring up at his big, blue eyes that look right through me, I have a hard time catching my breath. Jamie is too sexy for words. He’s almost too good to be true. I waited for years to find a guy like him.

Jamie stops washing me long enough to dip down to kiss my lips, lifting me up in the process. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Regan.”

Hooking my legs around his middle, I dig my heels into his back. Once our tongues collide, I’m so consumed by Jamie that I could kiss him all day without coming up for air. And, as our lips separate, I have trouble breathing.

After he’s done exploring my body with his mouth, he moves back up to my face and holds me against the tile. I stare into his eyes, my mouth open wide, as he reaches between my legs, and slips his finger inside my wetness. Jamie leaves a trail of kisses down my skin until he reaches my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth, as his fingers plunge deeper.

I tremble beneath him, my breathing labored and sounding like a purr as I moan his name. My body responds to Jamie as if it were made for him. He knows exactly what to do to make me come.

Moving faster, Jamie now knows how I like it. I dig my nails into his shoulders and scream his name once more, my body writhing beneath him.

“Come for me,” he says, and I do, clamping down on his fingers as my orgasm rocks through my body.

Jamie removes his fingers to suck on them and then holds them out for me to stick my tongue out to taste. Not breaking eye contact, he takes my face in his hands, my juices coating both of our lips, and he kisses me passionately.

After our lips part, I thread my arms around his neck and lean my head against the wall. “Jamie, I want you to fuck me again.”

The corner of my mouth turns up into a wicked grin. He sets me down, long enough to open the shower door, reach over and grab the condom from the counter, and slides it up his length, before he has me up against the wall once more. Jamie positions himself at my entrance. Without any hesitation, he pushes inside me, giving me no time to prepare for his size, causing me to groan out in pain.

He takes my bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on it, all while fucking me so hard my back smacks against the tile. I don’t even care because with the pain comes pleasure I have been missing in my life for so long. Once our lips meet, we stay connected, allowing our mouths and bodies do the talking.

* * *

I fell asleep nestled in Jamie’s arms, cradled by his warmth, only to wake to the sun in my eyes, peeking through the crack in the light gray curtains hung across a long wall of windows. Rolling onto my side, away from the bright light, I reach out for Jamie, gripping the soft cotton sheets.

How long has he been gone? His side of the bed is freezing as if he never even slept.

I sit up and look around his bedroom, surprised how immaculate he keeps it, after seeing the mess he makes with his gadgets and toys.

I lean my head back against the wooden headboard that matches the nightstands on each side of the bed. The walls are an off-white that almost appear gray, plain, and what I would expect from a man like Jamie. He’s not the type to decorate or over indulge in things that are not tech related. He’d shell out money for a new watch or phone before he’d buy a nice suit. And I like that about Jamie.

I set my feet on the cold hardwood, and a chill runs through me. What temperature does Jamie set the thermostat? I hadn’t noticed how cold his place was last night with my body heating up from his touch. I consider slipping back under the covers before I get a whiff of something cooking. It smells like bacon, which makes my stomach growl.

Still naked from last night, I stand and search the floor for my clothes. There’s nothing there. Shit. I’m not about to go roaming around his house with nothing on. Digging through his drawers, I find a pair of black boxers and a white wifebeater to wear. My nipples are poking through the thin fabric, the chill in the air making the hairs on my hairs stand at attention.

After fixing my hair in the mirror hung on the wall in front of his dresser, I wander down the long hallway to the scent of bacon. I can’t stop smiling when I reach the living room and sneak up on Jamie, who’s in front of the stove with a plastic fork in his hand. With his dark hair messy and a pair of gray boxer briefs that hug his narrow waist, Jamie is fucking perfection.

Too focused on watching him cook me breakfast, I don’t approach him at first. The sight of him doing something domestic, all while looking sexy-as-fuck makes my ovaries do a happy dance. Jamie promised me breakfast. I’m glad he kept this one after breaking so many of our dates.

I sneak up behind him and press my face against his back to hug him.

His hand slides on top of mine, and he spins me around and into his arms. “Good morning, beautiful.”

The kiss he plants on my lips send a shiver through me, but his mouth and the magic he works with his tongue make me warm all over, the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes.

“Morning, handsome,” I say, once our lips separate.

“How did you sleep?” He swipes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

“Like a baby.” I smile at him.

“You’re just in time for breakfast.” He releases me to set a plate of crispy bacon on the island and spoons scrambled eggs onto our plates. “You ruined the surprise. I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer, so we could have breakfast in bed.”

Feeling my way down his chest, my fingers stop at the band of his boxers. “We still can if you want.”

Jamie tugs at my shirt to pull me close enough that my breasts are pressing against his chest. “This looks familiar,” he says, with sarcasm in his voice. “I like seeing my clothes on you, but I think it would look better on the floor.” He says the last part with a sexy smirk. His hand travels beneath the fabric, eventually finding my breast.

A rush of energy surges through me, his touch causing my juices to pool between my legs. I’m so fucking wet for him. Once more, his mouth crashes against mine, our lips parting, hungry with desire for each other. Each kiss, I take in his manly scent, completely intoxicated by him.

His hands cup my backside, and he lifts me onto the kitchen island. He stands between my legs, his eyes glazing over every inch of my body.

Dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, he pulls it down just enough so I can suck on his finger. “Beautiful,” he mutters, “you’re so fucking beautiful, Regan.”

I smile so wide the muscles in my face hurt. “Thank you. I suppose you’re not so bad yourself.” I rake my fingers through his hair and chuckle.

He laughs into the crook of my neck and kisses my skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

“I think I’d rather have you for breakfast,” I say, running my hands over his soft skin.

“It’s as if you can read my mind. Stop using your Vulcan Mind Meld on me, woman.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a nerd, Jameson. I really underestimated your super nerd powers.”

He shrugs, and it’s so fucking cute I want to leap into his arms and kiss him. “What’s wrong with a little Star Trek reference? I was only using it to make a point that we’re so in sync it’s as if we can connect on a deeper level.”

“So, are we like Spock and Kirk now?” I say the last part with a smirk.

Gripping the side of my face with his hand, his eyes widen and his mouth opens in shock. “You’re a Trekkie?”

I nod in answer. “My dad was and still is a huge fan of the Original Series. I practically grew up on that show along with a ton of other science fiction and fantasy shows and movies.”

“Woman, you know the way to my heart.” Jamie kisses me once more, and a chill rushes over me in waves, hardening my swollen nipples.

I break away from his lips and hook my legs around his back. “My pussy wants to meld with your dick, so you had better get to work, Captain,” I say with a wink.

He laughs so hard that he snorts. But it’s cute. Everything he does is so damn cute and sexy.

Without warning, Jamie lifts me off the counter and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey, I gave you an order,” I say, with laughter in my voice, as he stalks toward the bedroom with me draped over his body like a doll.

“And I’m following it.” The arrogance in his tone sets my body on fire, excited by the promise of more.