C andlelight flickered around us. It tossed shadows and movement into every corner of the small bedroom. In the center of all that sweet silhouette stood Dash. But this would not be like our first time or our twentieth. I’d loved him as a girl. I wanted him as a woman .

He was barefoot and breathing heavy though I had not touched him. “Before,” I told him, moving to meet him in front of the bed. “Before when we were together it was sweet and sacred .”

“Sometimes,” he said, reaching to move our fingers together; small but consequential .

“Right now, I don’t want sweet.” His smile was dark, edged toward that manufactured look that made girls the world over forget their names. I touched his face, fingertips on the sharp bones of his cheek, thumb silencing anything that might pass from his lips. Dash Justice was not a man to be commanded. I’d seen that myself. His crew did whatever he asked. His family hesitated, but still worked his bidding. His fans would have opened their veins and let him feast on their blood .

I was none of those things to him and I had no desire to fuck Dash Justice .

I wanted Jamie Vega .

Before he could speak, before that smolder appeared and I lost my nerve or good sense, I stepped closer, gaze searching, examining because I had not been able to before and then I rested my hands on his shoulders. “Get on your knees .”

The hesitancy lasted only a second, but it was there, told me he was wary, unsure, yet he went down, dragging his fingers over my hips, to the curve of my ass .

“I remember this girl,” he said, chest moving faster now, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he rubbed his nose, his mouth against my stomach, kissing me over the fabric of my jeans, right against my pussy. “Coño, así , I remember her .”

“And she remembers you.” Jamie looked up, eyebrows lifted, mouth stretched into a line as I took his hand from my waist, sliding it up to my torso. “Do you remember what I like best?” He nodded, inhaling sharply when I tipped my chin down, a silent command. “Do it. Do it now .”

He didn’t wait, didn’t run through this in a hurry, or bark out a complaint. Jamie knew, at least I believed he remembered, what this would do, how it would turn me on; these commands and that big, beautiful man in front of me. Doing as he was told .

I closed my eyes against the wet, hot feel of his wide tongue on my stomach, of his large hands shifting up my shirt, tugging it over my head. Those long fingers went to my back, pulling me closer, harder against his opened mouth and I cradled his head, loving the silky texture of his thick hair .

“Your skin is sweet. Like honey…” Jamie slipped his fingers to the back of my bra, unfastening the hooks, coming up higher on his knees to kiss my shoulders and the top curve of my breast as he moved the fabric down my torso. “How could I forget this? How could…ay mami… ” He cupped my breast, covering each nipple with hand or mouth, tongue or teeth, pebbling the skin, pinching until I cried, the sensation so sharp, that long missing throb of pleasurable pain shooting right to my clit .

“Harder, Jamie,” I breathed, pushing his head closer, wanting more teeth, so much more teasing. “Suck them until I ache, until I cry .”

He did, hands trembling as he held me, taking the tip of my nipple into his mouth, pinching the other between his thick fingertips. Jamie went on touching me, gripping now, and I shook, my legs giving out on me, and I leaned against him, nails down his back .

“Let me take you to the bed.” He licked my ribs, teeth dragging, and he growled, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste against his tongue. “Let me eat you until we’re both aching.” He looked up, hand back on my breast, teasing, pinching. “Can I do that, mami ?”

“Yes,” I breathed, exhaling hard when he picked me up, hands on my ass, hot breath like fire on my skin. When my back connected with the mattress and Jamie hovered over me, I smiled, touching his chest, wanting to see all of him. “Take off your shirt,” I said, pressing my nails against his stomach .

“Si, ay…Dio,” he said, as I kissed the ridges and dips of his abdomen, my tongue working a wet line from his side to his navel. He cried out, a low, deep grunt of need when I took the skin above his hip between my teeth. “Please,” he said, fingers holding my shoulders, squeezing like he need something to keep him from falling. “Please let me taste you .”

I couldn’t deny him, smiled when he followed my gaze as I jerked my focus to floor. Jamie worked quick to rid me of my shoes and jeans, throwing them into the dark corner of the room and when he turned back around, my body laid out in front of him like a meal, I swear I spotted a shudder moving over his shoulders. It was gone before I could comment, and Jamie pulled me to the edge of the bed, hands cupping my ass as he moved down to kiss my pussy .

“Will she purr?” he asked, smiling against my skin .

“If you pet her right .”

He did, lowering over me, thumbs spreading apart my lips, mouth humming against my pussy, and Jamie dove in, tongue pressing inside, licking, kissing, teeth pulling on my clit as he pushed two fingers inside me .

I arched back, spreading my legs wider, tugging the comforter away from the pillows as he ate me and licked and generally drove me insane .

“Suck it harder,” I told him, voice a panting groan. “Deeper, Jamie, deeper inside me .”

“I’ll go deeper, mami. Deep enough to make you scream .”

He pushed in another finger, joining the two already inside me then moved his hand to stretch his thumb into my ass. Jamie worked my clit and G-spot and ass so expertly, so sweetly that I pushed closer, digging my heels into his back, crying, gasping until I came so hard, so completely that I screamed, my voice breaking, echoing throughout the apartment .

He took everything I had, continuing to lick, to suck even as the aftershocks made my sensitive. “Yes,” I sighed, loving how he hadn’t finish, how he hadn’t gotten enough of me. “Jamie.” He looked up, black eyes unblinking, mouth still connected to my pussy, drinking me up and I sucked in my bottom lip eager for more of him. He paused, head moving to the side when I reached for him, taking a kiss, stealing part of myself back .

“Mami …” he whispered, and I heard the need in his voice .

I held his face, kissing him slower, sweeter and ran my fingers over his chest, around his waist, up his back to lick his neck and whisper against his ear, “Get behind me .”

“Ay Dio mios, ” he whined, peeling his clothes from his body quickly, gaze trained on my face as I got on all fours, pushing my long hair over my shoulder. I crawled in front of him, bending down, giving Jamie a perfect view of my ass and he slipped behind me, kissing my lower back, hands rubbing over my ass. “Tu me vuelves loco,” he said, positioning himself behind me. He waited, like he was supposed to, and my body tingled and pulsed at the image of this powerful man, so virile, so strong, waiting on me, watching my face and the shake of my hips until he knew I was ready .

“You want this?” I asked him, rubbing my ass against his pulsing dick .

“Si ,” he grunted, lowering over my back to touch my wet pussy. “Te necesito .”

“You need me, Jamie?” I asked, loving how his voice cracked, how he trembled and moaned when I reached down to touch myself .

“Mami…ay …please .”

I couldn’t take the way he begged, how he seemed on the verge of something that would consume him, hurt him. I didn’t want to be the cause of anymore of Jamie’s pain. I sat up, leaning back against him, arm reaching back to rest on his neck. “Take what you need, baby. Take it all .”

That was all the permission Jamie needed, and he moved in a whirlwind of sound and action. His hand on my back, pushing me down, long enough for him to slip inside, for him to stretch me wide and remember what this had been. God, how he filled me, how tight, how full I felt. Then Jamie thrust hard, hands on my shoulders, pounding inside, his palm against my waist, up to my breast to pull me next to his chest, still pumping, still pounding inside me .

When I thought I’d die from sensation, Jamie continued, working hard to take me, seemingly to make me realize no one else could do this to my body, and at that thought, I cried out, screaming, coming around him, my pussy squeezing him until he followed and we both crashed onto the mattress .

“Coño, que rico,” he said, pulling out of me just to turn my around and lean me back. “Mi florecita…” he trailed off, cupping my face, holding my head still while I caught my breath and tried to breathe and take the brutal kiss Jamie gave me .

“Damn,” I said, through exhausted pants. “That was unreal .”

He laughed, resting his forehead on my chest, mouth kissing, licking over my breast. “It always was unreal for me.” Jamie looked up, scooting closer, one hand in my hair, the other cupping my nipple. I didn’t know what the look on his face meant or what he wanted me to say, so I let him watch me, let him kiss and hold me, until he’d had his fill .

That didn’t happen for a long time .