I glance at the clock on my bedside table for maybe the thousandth time. It’s 12:31 am, and I am sprawled on my bed, still waiting for Jameson. I’ve done everything I can to make the bedroom sexier… I’ve lit candles, shaved my legs again, and I even have a sexy playlist on repeat. All that’s missing is Jameson.

Tugging down the bottom of my black silk slip, I wonder when I should start thinking that he isn’t coming. I mean, he said he was going to come, but what if something happened? What if he had to deal with something at the bar that will keep him all night?

Or even worse, what if he changes his mind about wanting me? What if he did the math, and my brother’s stupid rule suddenly outweighs the desire Jameson feels for me?

Maybe I was stupid to stop him back there in the alley. It felt important then, but maybe it really was—

Thunk. The sound of the front door closing makes me jump. I sit up on my bed. Is it Jameson after all?

When I hear his heavy footsteps in the hall, slow and deliberate, goosebumps break out across my flesh. It’s him. He’s really here… and he’s coming for me.

I try to still my racing heartbeat, taking slow sips of air. The bedroom door slowly opens to reveal Jameson. He fills up the doorframe, in his leather jacket and dark jeans. His energy is brooding, almost angry… and it turns me on as much as it makes me nervous.

I feel his brown-black eyes staring me down, raking over every inch of me almost like a physical touch. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just stands there, looking at me. I want to cover myself, to hide from his gaze, but I don’t.

“You came,” I say, coming up on my knees.

“I shouldn’t have.” He grips the door frame while he just looks at me. His expression is that of a man who’s starving, who is desperate for something… and I’m chilled to think that what he’s desperate for is me.

“But you did.” He’s going to need some more convincing, it seems. I bite my lower lip and use two fingers to tug one of my slip’s straps over my shoulder, making eye contact with him the whole time. “Come here, Jameson. Touch me. Please.”

My heart is about to beat right out of my chest. He steps forward, closing the door with his foot.

Yes. I’m about to get what I want, finally.

Jameson takes off his leather jacket, slinging it aside. I move to the edge of my bed, more eager for him than I want to admit. He moves closer until we’re just a hair’s breadth apart, looking down at me, his dark eyes searching my face. He brings his face close to mine, avoiding my mouth, and whispers in my ear.

“You really want this?” he asks softly. My breath leaves me in a whoosh. His scruff touches my cheek.

I nod, swallowing. “I want you.”

He brushes my hair back with two fingers. Then he slides his big hand around my neck ever so slowly, and gives my neck a light squeeze.

“You know I won’t be gentle with you, right? I’ve thought about this too much, fantasized about you too often to go easy on you.” He turns his head ever so slightly, and places a single kiss on my neck.

I shiver convulsively, only able to nod. I have waited for him for years, There’s nothing that he could say that will make me change my mind.

He moves back to look at me, and I see the fire raging in his eyes. A fire that I feel too, a fire that could consume us both for all I care. His gaze drops to my lips, and I lean forward, lips parting. He moves to kiss me, his lips firm and demanding.

This is no peck on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping and exploring. My tongue dances with his as I sigh and sink into it.

Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I reach out boldly with my free hand and grasp his hip. He allows it for a second, then breaks off the kiss and pushes me back onto the bed.

“Stay there,” he orders me.

He begins to undress, taking off his shoes, pulling his tee shirt off over his head. His torso ripples as he does, and I admire his light dusting of dark chest hair. He’s also got a trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and disappears into his waistband. His arms flex as he unzips his jeans, but he stops there.

I get a tantalizing peek into his unbuttoned pants as he comes closer, just for a second.

He moves onto the bed, kneeling at the end. He considers me for a moment, like he’s trying to decide what to do with me. “Come here.”

I shiver as I move closer, feeling like I’m under a microscope. He narrows his eyes and runs a single fingertip across my collarbone, down under the remaining strap of my slip. He draws the strap off of my shoulder, and then rolls the top of the slip down until my pink nipples are exposed to the air.

“I’ve imagined this a hundred times,” he says absently, his eyes fixed on my nipples. “But there is no comparison to the way you actually taste.”

He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.

“Ahh!” I gasp. “You can do it harder.”

He smirks, looking up at me. “Permission noted.”

Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.

He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips, bunching up my slip. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning when he finds that I am bare underneath the slip.

He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties. Do you know how much that turns me on?”

I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”

He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock through his unbuttoned jeans. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.

I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his denim-clad cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck, using my hair as a tool to move my head to his liking. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck!” I cry. “Jameson—”

He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off of his lap. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and starts to peel his jeans off.

“Clothes off,” he commands. I instantly obey, starving for more of what I know he’s going to give me. Lifting my arms over my head, I raise the slip up and over my head.

When I get the slip off, I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Jameson, completely naked. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proud out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.

He cocks his head for a second, holding something up. A condom. He crinkles the wrapper, tearing it, and rolls it on like a pro. I’m on an IUD, so I don’t really need the condom, but it’s very much appreciated.

He climbs onto the bed, dragging me down to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.

I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His scruff tickles in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.

“Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.

Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closed his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue.

I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.

He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it’s going to fit inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.

Jameson glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, Em.”

I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.

He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet. Maybe due to his size, or maybe due to the fact that I’ve never been penetrated before.

When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.

I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Jameson.

I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.

“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Emma. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”

He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.

I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.

Jameson suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.

“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”

His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.

The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.

An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really J’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.

He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.

“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”

And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.

He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…

Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?

Whatever else, I feel thoroughly deflowered. I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. I’m trying to figure out how to ask him to stay, but he just lies there, stroking my arm, not seeming to be in any rush to leave.

My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.

“Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.

I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”

He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you, didn’t I?”

I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.

It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.