As I’m lying in my bed, I hear Jameson’s heavy steps on the front porch. I sit up. We have some serious stuff to hash out.

When he swings my bedroom door open, I cross my arms and cock my head.

“I didn’t know if you were going to show up here tonight,” I say.

He closes the door behind him. “And yet, here I am.”

“We have to figure out what to say to people,” I say firmly, pursing my lips. “Forest and Maia know. It’s only a matter of time before everyone else does too, and that includes Asher.”

Jameson shakes his head slowly. “I’m not interested in that.”

He comes over to the side of my bed. I feel as though I’m being stalked.

“What do you want from me, Jameson?” I ask, a little breathless.

“You know what I want.”

“No,” I say, and shake my head. “Jameson—”

He closes the distance between us with ease and grabs the bottom of my shirt. With a single hard tug, the snap buttons of my shirt fly open to reveal my bare breasts. I gasp into his mouth, but don’t resist. No, I like what he is doing too much for that.

“No bra, huh?” he says as he traces his tongue from my mouth to my jaw. “Looks like this is just what you wanted.”

“No, I—”

“Shh,” he says.

He hoists me up until my breasts are in his face. My hands rest on his shoulders as he took one of my pert nipples between his lips, sucking slowly. I cry out, feeling each pull of his mouth lower in my body, as though my breast and my clit are connected.

As he lowers me, he kisses his way up my neck to my lips. When he returns my feet to the floor, my head remains upturned, hungry for more.

“Take off your shorts.”

I begin to slide the shirt off my shoulders first.

“No, just the shorts. Keep the shirt and boots on. And take off your panties—if you’re wearing any.”

I look at him, slightly curious, but follow his directions. Jameson isn’t surprised to see that I wear nothing underneath the shorts. He sits down on the bed and pulls me close.

The lips of my labia are already swollen, slick with want. Jameson pulls me toward him and kisses my stomach. His fingers gently explore the flesh between my thighs. He dips his fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp.

Then he withdraws, slowly sucking on those same fingers. “Sticky, sweet, and ready for me. What a good girl you are.”

Jameson trails his fingers back down to my pussy, slowly finger fucking me again. He looks me in the eyes as he does it, and when I start getting excited, he bites his lip.

“Look at this,” he says, and he shows me how wet his fingers are.

Slowly, he separated his thumb and middle finger. My wetness clings to his fingers, creating a thread. I blush and tuck my hair behind my ears.

I wish I had a little of the confidence I had at the beach, but Jameson doesn’t seem to mind my meekness.

“Here,” he says, and lies down on the bed. Jameson puts a pillow under his head. “Sit,” he says, and gestures to his mouth. “Right here.”

“Jameson, I—”

“Sit.”

“I really—”

“Do it right now!” he barks. “Or I’ll punish you in ways that you haven’t even thought of yet.”

I feel my face begin to burn as I approach him, my knees shaking. I straddle his face awkwardly, facing away from him. I am so petite there is no more than an inch of space between my bare pussy and his mouth.

Still, I hold back. I don’t lower myself to his mouth, so Jameson closes the distance by darting his tongue into my center. That is all it takes.

I shudder and let out a moan as I lower onto his face. I readjust myself, leaning forward slightly. He directs my clit onto his tongue, and I moan as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh.

Jameson grips my ass as I lean my hands on my thighs and begin to ride his face. He watches my tits bounce overhead, nipples hard, as I occasionally pinch and pull on them.

I close my eyes as I ride his face, with my only thoughts about the sheer pleasure he gives me.

When I shift a little, offering up my pussy, he dives his tongue as deeply inside me as he can. He groans, seeming delighted at the taste of me. As he fucks me with his tongue, I moan and bounce against his mouth.

Jameson grips me ass tighter. His tongue slips its way to the rim of my ass. I cry out his name as he circles the tight bud of my opening.

When it becomes too intense, I lean forward and present my clit to him once again.

“I’m almost there,” I say. “Jameson, I’m –”

“Come on my face,” he says. He barely gets the words out before I explode in a gush.

“Jameson!” I cry out. “Jameson…”

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his hands wrapped around my thighs to keep me close. I moan and settled onto his face, grinding in slow circles.

“What about you…” I ask, distracted by the feeling of his lips against my inner thigh.

“I don’t know. This is pretty nice…” he says lazily.

I shake my head, crawling off of him.

“I want more. I want to feel you inside me,” I say. I bend down and run my hand along the outline of his cock through his pants. “What can I do to make that happen?”

He grins, chuckling as he kisses me. Then he gets serious, and I sense the tone change.

“Get on top,” he says. He starts unbuckling his belt, shove his pants down. I smile when his cock springs out of his pants. “Ride me.”

The ache is almost unbearable. I straddle him, taking his cock and running my thumb along the tip, slick with precum. I furrow my brow as I guide him in, still sensitive from riding his face.

He feels incredible, filling every inch of me until I can’t take any more. I watch his face as he slides home, and his expression is damn near reverent.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his eyes dark. I withdraw a little, raising myself up again. He grabs me by the waist, pushing me down. I cry out as he fills me up, clenching on his cock.

He makes a strangled noise.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Just stay like this a minute.”

Jameson is completely inside me, and every instinct within me says to move. To bounce on his cock, to fuck him, to ride him until he fills me with his come. But this, this closeness, it overrode everything else.

My sensitivity vanishes. I put my hands on his chest and begin to writhe, my boots digging into the sides of his legs. I technically do as he said, but it’s much dirtier than that.

“Fuck, your body is so perfect. You want to fuck me?” he asks.

I look him in the eye, biting my lip and nodding.

“Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” I say, almost breathless.

I continue to press against him, harder and more demanding. He still doesn’t let me move, exactly.

Jameson is ready to explode. I can tell by the fact that he’s bucking his hips a little each time I grind against him.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks, working his hand into my hair. He grasps it tightly, giving him the illusion of control.

“More than anything,” I gasp.

“Ask nicely,” he say as he runs his fingers up my thigh, making me shiver.

“Please let me fuck you,” I say.

“Are you going to fuck me right, like a good girl?” he ask.

I pause, but only for a second. “Yes.”

“Say it, then.”

“I’m going to fuck you like a good girl,” I say. My juices start to pool around his cock. “Come on…”

“Say it one more time,” he say. With all his strength, he presses me down hard onto him. “Tell me who is in charge.”

“You’re in charge,” I moan. “And I’ll fuck you right, like a good girl.”

“Go on then.”

He releases my hips. I go wild, my yelps punctuating by thrusts as I ride him. I rub my clit against his taut stomach.

Just as I feel him release inside me, I let out that now-familiar cry of my own orgasm.

“So good,” I whisper, over and over. “Jameson, it feels so good.”

I stay on top of him until every last wave of my orgasm has faded. We’re still in body-to-body contact when I sit up, looking at him. My voice is soft when I finally speak.

“We have to figure this stuff out,” I say.

Jameson kisses me, hard and deep and slow. I can feel him start to get hard while he’s still inside me.

“Later,” he insists. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back. “I need you, right now.”

And fool that I am, I let him get away with it. I groan and rock against him, still needing him.

I think that I will always need him.

He flips me over, so that I’m underneath his big body, and we are both lost once more.