Page 75 of Destroying Everleigh

Desire pooled inside me followed by currents of electricity as he rubbed a spot that had rarely been touched. Even when I got so worked up that I allowed Lucas to touch me, he was neverinto it—like he didn’t actually care about my own pleasure, and because of that, he did a shitty job with his half-assed attempt.

Fuck him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jameson asked as he eased a finger inside me. My back arched and a moan fluttered past my lips.

“Sure,” I replied breathlessly, grinding my hips in tune with his finger as it moved in and out.

He added a second finger, creating more pressure down there, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed him. All of him. “You were the first girl I ever loved,” he admitted, glancing up at me from where I still sat on his lap.

That confession did more to me than his fingers or dick ever could. I didn’t tell him that I’d felt something for him, too. Maybe I’d tell him later, but I didn’t want any more delays. I leaned in and kissed him, letting him feel just how much I’d cared, too. He removed his hand from between my legs, making me feel emptier than I had before we even started. I nipped his bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth and he groaned out in response. He reached for the hem of my gown and broke the kiss before pulling it over my head. His hand was wet from being inside me moments earlier and he used it to grope one of my breasts, brushing his thumb over my nipple.

He carefully eased me back on the bed and situated himself between my thighs. My heart started racing as he hooked his arms around my legs and used his fingers to spread me wide down there.

“Jamie,” I whispered in alarm. I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had eaten me out and it made my legs lock because of it.

“Relax,” he soothed. “You have such a beautiful, pink pussy. I want to taste it.”

His words helped calm some of the nerves warring within me and I reluctantly loosened my limbs. He leaned in, brushing histongue over the crease, causing me to gasp out in pleasure. I was so sensitive down there right now that even the slightest touch could probably get me off. He licked me again, carefully testing the waters before plunging his tongue inside. I moaned louder this time, my hands latching onto his hair like before.

“Fuck,” I panted.

He added more pressure and started focusing on my clit. My legs trembled around him, and it was taking everything in me not to squeeze them together. Suddenly, nothing mattered anymore. Not my mom’s passing, not Emma and Tate, not Amber, not Ashton and Kash, and definitely not Lucas. Just me and Jameson.

He slipped a finger inside while he continued to flick his tongue over my clit and I moaned, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever. But he pulled away too soon, pumping his finger in and out a few times before withdrawing that, too.

“If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to cum in my pants,” he admitted, flashing me one of his rare boyish smirks.

He tugged his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and boxers.

“Condom,” I added frantically.

He nodded and moved to his bedside table. He rummaged around in the drawer for a few moments before grabbing one and peeled the wrapping off before slipping it on. My body was buzzing with electricity, and I knew that I needed him just as much in this moment as he did me.

He climbed on top of me, positioning a hand beside my head while using the other to line himself up with me. “Ready?” he asked, but I could tell it was taking everything in him not to slam inside of me regardless of what I had to say about it.

“Yes.”

He pressed the head against my entrance and slowly pushed his hips forward, easing into me. My breath caught in the backof my throat as he slid all the way in, making sure to keep his movements slow, so that I could adjust to his size.

When he bottomed out, he brought the other arm to the mattress near my head like he did the other. “Fucking shit,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

His chest was pressed against mine, adding more warmth to my body. My arms wrapped around him, the pressure in my core beginning to ease as my body adjusted. Slowly he started to thrust, his eyes fluttering with how good it felt.

He leaned down, feathering his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. He kept his movements slow and controlled, making it feel much more intimate than I would have expected. I whimpered against him, tasting myself on his breath. Even more so when he eased his tongue between my lips and slid it against my own. I clenched around him, my body trying to pull him back in every time he thrusted backwards. It felt so good. Too good.

Emotions welled up inside me, all our history rising to the surface, making this that much more meaningful. I wish things didn’t have to be like this. With us on opposite sides, constantly at each other’s throats, all because I made a mistake. I was a teenager. It wasn’t fair to hold that against me. But that was the reality we lived in.

A moan slipped past his lips as he broke away from the kiss, propping himself up more so that he had more range of motion. He hooked one of my legs over his hip and latched onto the underside of my thigh, using it to drive himself deeper into me. My breasts jiggled with every movement, and I wasn’t that surprised when he took notice of it.

“You’re so beautiful, Everleigh.” He grunted.

Another whimper escaped me from the pressure building within my core. He was hitting a spot that no one had managed to hit since…Ashton.

“Harder,” I begged. I wanted him to wreck me. To take out all his frustrations on me until all I could feel was him.

“Ah, that’s right.” He grinned. “You like it rough.”

I scoffed, not wanting to think about Ashton at all right now. “That’s not the only way I like it.” But he wasn’t paying attention. He was slamming into me as soon as the sentence exited my mouth. A loud moan ripped from my throat, causing my back to arch.

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