Page 46 of Her Devils

“Shut up and fuck me, Jameson.”

Yeah, I know. This isn’t like me, but right now, I couldn’t care less.

He tightens his grip on my hips and withdraws slightly before surging back into me, grinding his hips when he’s as deep inside me as this position will allow.

“Oh God!” I gasp, pressing myself against him to get more of the searing hot pleasure that makes it hard to breathe.

He thrusts into me again and again, hard and fast, reaching a spot that makes me see stars every time he grinds his hips.

I feel so full and wet that I don’t even realize that the moans filling the air at the top of the sky bar are coming from me.

“You need to be quieter, princess.” Jameson chuckles with another delicious, deep thrust. “Or they might hear us.”

My response is to grind back, seeking more contact. I don’t care how needy that makes me, it just feels too good.

“Damn, Lenley,” he growls. “Are you trying to make me come so quickly?”

I’m so far gone that my body has completely taken over, so I answer with another grind, tightening my inner muscles the way Peyton showed me.

“Fuck,” Jameson grunts, quickening his pace as his control snaps.

I keep squeezing every time he presses into me, and every inch of his steely shaft touches places I didn’t even know I had.

Our breaths sound harsh and shallow as we get lost in the feeling of our bodies coming together.

His movements lose their rhythm as he hardens and pulses deep inside me, and I know this means he’s close to the end, so I clench around him as hard as I can, right on the edge of my own release.

“I’m going to come, princess.”

As Jameson shoves himself against me one last time, he wraps his fist around my long hair, pulling on the strands to turn my head enough to kiss my lips.

The sensation that erupts all over my scalp and travels down my spine is like a spark that pushes me over the edge.

He swallows my screams with a hard, deep kiss as he finally stills, spilling himself inside me.

We ride it out together, grinding in sync with every wave that washes over us, his hand still pulling on my hair.

When it’s over, neither of us moves for a long moment. Little aftershocks of pleasure still course through every single one of my nerve endings.

I moan my disapproval when he eventually withdraws from me before moving my panties back into place.

“You’re such a good student, princess,” he praises, giving my hair one final, gentle tug.

This time he doesn’t object when I turn around to face him. “Not that good of a student,” I tease. “I really didn’t have to do much this time.”

He closes his arms around me again once he’s composed himself. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lenley. You were perfect. The way you were grinding against me and using your inner muscles? I never would have suspected that you’re still pretty new at all of this.”

A wave of heat rises to my face at his praise, but I can’t help making a little dig. “I’m glad I wasn’t as bad at this as I was at kissing.”

Jameson barks out a laugh. “You’ll never let me live that down, huh? I told you back then that you weren’t bad, but believe me, kissing isn’t as straightforward as you might think. A lot of women with way more experience than you are mediocre kissers at best, so I often didn’t even bother doing it. I’d just get right to the main event. But I love kissing if it’s done right. That’s why I wanted to show you how to do it. It’s fucking awesome to be with a girl worth kissing.”

As if to confirm what he just said, his lips find mine.

His kiss is softer this time, less urgent than earlier, and way more dangerous. If he kisses me this way, long and deep, while stroking my jaw with his fingers, I might believe something I have absolutely no business thinking.

I might believe that this is more than getting each other off as part of a revenge scheme.

He senses that something is off and breaks the kiss. “Where did you go just now?”

---