Chapter nine

JAMESON WILCOX

I traded in the bike for my Porsche tonight and as we zip through town, I’m pleased with my decision.

I get a better view of Grace this way and she’s stunning as usual.

Her hair is up tonight, showcasing her slender neck and all I can think about is marking it up and claiming her as mine.

We reach our destination swiftly and she reads the sign on the building before turning to me.

“Why are we at a gun range?”

“Let’s go inside and find out,” I say, vacating the driver’s seat to walk around and open her door.

An hour later, I’m rock hard in my trousers and second guessing my sanity.

I’d had the bright idea to teach her how to shoot a gun but didn’t take into account just how much we’d be rubbing up against each other.

I stood behind her for the first thirty minutes, molding her hips into the right stance and adjusting her shoulders before she fired the gun.

The contact was torturous and heavenly at the same time.

But we need to get out of here before I have an embarrassing accident in my pants.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as my hand finds her lower back to lead her out of the building.

“A little. What are you in the mood for?” she asks turning to me.

As I examine her face under the street lamps, I almost blurt out exactly what I’m in the mood for but I rein in my lascivious words.

“I have a place in mind,” I say instead.

We walk over the rough gravel of the parking lot until we reach my car. Before opening the passenger door, I trap her between me and the door and my head falls to her neck inhaling her signature scent.

Even after an hour surrounded by dusty debris and shell casings, she still smells edible: a hypnotizing mix of rose and vanilla.

I can’t help it when my tongue darts out to taste her.

She whimpers, her body melting into the side of the car. I suck viciously, spurred on by her reaction.

“Let’s get out of here,” I murmur finally pulling away.

* * *

My favorite diner is buzzing with customers, typical for a Friday night.

Grace and I sit side by side at the bar, opting not to wait for a booth to come available.

We have a front-row view of the cook as he prepares our enormous burgers.

“How was your week?” Grace asks, her fingertips lightly drumming the countertop as she sways in the swivel barstool.

I turn to face her and words fail me.

She’s a goddamn siren who’s stolen my ability to think straight.

“Well, mine was good,” she says picking up the conversation with a teasing lilt in her voice.

She swivels on the barstool and her legs swipe mine pleasingly.

That’s it, I decide.

Clearing my throat, I call out to the waiter that we’ll have our food to go.

Grace looks amused yet confounded in the same breath.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Come home with me tonight,” I implore, my voice rigid and firm.

If she’s startled by my sudden request, she doesn’t show it.

“Okay,” she agrees just as the waiter brings our food.

* * *

I violate a long list of traffic laws to get us to my place in record time.

A forty-minute drive is nearly cut in half.

Inside, we leave our shoes at the door and Grace trails behind me as I walk to the kitchen to store our food.

“Let me give you a tour,” I offer absentmindedly.

We don’t make it down the first hallway before I’m drawn by the irresistible urge to claim her mouth.

I corner Grace against the wall and drop kisses down the column of her neck. Then I consume her lips with a hunger I can’t explain.

“I want you, Grace,” I mutter between kisses, my body pushing into hers.

The contact is dizzying and my cock strains harder, desperate for release.

In the light of the wall sconce next to us, I can see her eyes are hooded and dark.

Wordlessly, she initiates a ravenous kiss of her own and moans into my mouth as I grind against her.

“I need you, Jameson.”

Those words set me in motion. My hands fall from cupping her face to the button of her jeans.

Her breath is coming out in short gasps, her anticipation evident.

With the button and zipper undone, I shove the waistband down past her hips.

The softness and fullness of her hips makes me bite my lip.

She’s incredible.

I move away from her so that she can step out of the jeans, leaving her clad only in her panties and top.

I reach up to remove the pretty blouse she has on and my breath hitches when I see she isn’t wearing a bra.

Her full breasts are inviting, her nipples already puckered tautly due to her arousal.

The visual is incredible.

“Fuck, Grace. Are you trying to kill me?”

In seconds, my head is bent to sample her perfect tits. My tongue greedily circles her nipples as my teeth nip at her sensitive flesh.

“You’re perfect,” I declare as I kiss her hard and begin to unbutton my shirt.

Her hands are occupied, roving over my shoulders and getting lost in my hair as she succumbs to the pleasurable stimuli I’ve inflicted.

“I want to fuck you. Hard.”

“Please,” she pants against my lips.

With my shirt gone, I undo my belt buckle and push my pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

My cock relishes in the freedom, the head glistening with pre-cum as it rests against the base of my abdomen.

“Turn around,” I grunt hoarsely.

But she’s too busy biting her lip as she admires my length intently. I can almost see her mouth water.

My hands find her waist and I turn her to face the wall. Her cheek presses against the surface as her hands reach back to pull me near.

With a firm tug, I rip the lace panties from her frame and kneel behind her.

Instinctively, she arches her back so that her tits are pressed firmly against the wall while her ass is elevated, exposing her opening.

My tongue finds her slit slick with desire, as my nose takes in the delectable scent of her arousal.

I kiss her deeply there, savoring her unique taste. My hands are planted firmly on her hips to hold her still as I sample her eagerly.

She is divine.

“Jameson,” she whimpers helplessly. “Yes… yes, oh God yes!”

Her moans embolden me and I don’t relent until I suspect she’s right on the edge.

Then I stand hurriedly, bracing one hand against the wall and anchoring the other on her hip as I push into her with one hard stroke.

We cry out in pleasure together as I fill her to the brim, stretching her tight pussy to accommodate my thickness.

Her walls clench mine torturously and I know our first fuck will be hard and fast.

I’ve waited too long for this to hold back.

Pulling out completely, I lean down and nip at her neck. Slowly, I rub my cock up and down her slit until she’s whining and begging me to fill her.

Relenting, I push back inside of her drenched walls and start pumping furiously.

“Jameson.” It’s the only word she seems capable of as I swivel my hips, driving into her with a force that shakes us both.

Grace keeps her back arched and begins to grind back into my forward thrusts, pushing me to fill every inch of her.

Her moans echo down the hall as her pussy swallows my cock over and over.

She’s so damn responsive. I love it.

Sweat begins to coat our bodies as evidence of our exertion.

I’m burning up but I’ll let the flames fully consume me before I abandon the woman torching me.

“Fuck,” I curse savagely, my fingers digging into the flesh of her round ass.

“You’re fucking me so good,” she pants wildly, her hands braced firmly against the wall as she takes my hard thrusts with pleasure.

The sight is maddening.

My gut begins to tighten and I slow my hasty strokes to delay my orgasm.

I pump into her with slow, controlled strokes until I feel the quivering that starts in her legs. Her pussy’s grip tightens around me.

A new wave of moisture coats my cock as she begins to spasm, surrendering to her orgasm.

Her screams fill the air, punctuating her release.

Satisfied, I reclaim my previous pace, thrusting relentlessly until I find my own completion.

Spasms rock me from head to toe and my cock jerks as rivulets of cum begin to spill deep inside of her.

I yell her name over and over as we both ride the final waves of ecstasy.

I pull out of her and rest my head on her shoulder as we both breathe, spent from the effort.