Page 67 of That One Moment

Jamie’s startling green eyes trail up to my lips. “If he wants me to.” He’s so close, I can feel heat radiating off his muscular body.

“Do you want to?” The distance between us shortens and I’m acutely aware of the wild thumping of my heart and the blood rushing to my ears.

He licks his lips. “What I want doesn’t seem to matter anymore.”

He invades all my senses, and I can't stop myself. I want him. More than I want my next breath of Jamie scented air. My hands land on his chest, one gripping the fabric of his tee tightly, while the other slides beneath the hem, lifting it while roaming his taut stomach. His breath catches at the same time his hands find my hips, pinning me to him with a punishing hold. Why did it have to be this man? Why did my stupid heart have to trip and land in his hands?

“What do you want, Jamie?” My forehead rests against his, our eyes locked on each other.

“Tell me you missed me,” he says. “Tell me you wanted to see me, even if it’s a lie.”

“It wouldn’t be a lie.” Tilting my head, I ghost my lips over his. “I missed you. I want you.” My lips press roughly to his. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly.” Jamie deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding inside and swallowing my moans.

“I’m still mad at you,” he says, his hands skating from my hips to my ass. He pulls me closer, our erections rubbing together subtly, then kisses the spot beneath my ear which makes me shiver. “I don’t like it when you ignore me.”

“I’m sorry,” I pant as he kneads my ass cheeks. “I thought you didn’t need me in your life.”

He growls and kisses me harder before taking my cheeks in his hands. “You’re infuriating.”

“Let me make it up to you,” I say, my hand skimming over his groin. Jamie smiles wickedly, then moves his hands to my shoulders and not so subtly applies pressure until I’m falling to my knees, my eyes landing on his belt buckle and the bulge in his jeans. He rips off his top and I take in the dips that run to the edges of his low slung jeans.

“Maybe I shouldn’t need you, Caiden. But I do.” He undoes his belt, and unzips his jeans. “Take me out.”

Nuzzling my nose into his open fly, I breathe him in, then do as he ordered. Pulling his hard cock out of his boxers, I straighten up and then lick from the base to the tip.

“I want to punish you for pushing me away.” His hands find purchase in my hair and I look up at him. “But at the same time I want to worship every inch of you.”

“Do both,” I suggest, wrapping my lips around his hard length. He lets out a deep groan and grips my hair tighter, pulling until my eyes leak.

“That’s it, sunshine. Suck me. Show me how much you missed me.” Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder while taking him further into my mouth. His hold on my hair becomes increasingly painful but it only spurs me on, making my own cock throb from the confines of my jeans.

Jamie looks down at me, his lips parted in a perfect O at the same time he starts moving his hips. Holding my head still, he fucks my throat, his thrusts getting more forceful with every movement. Loosening my jaw, I let him take control, gagging every time he hits the very back of my throat.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fuck your throat so hard you feel me there for days.” A moan slips past my lips and I hastily undo my fly and free my aching cock while Jamie ruts into me like a wild animal. He holds his cock deep in my throat, my nose against the coarse hair around his base until my vision swims. Then, he pulls out and I suck in a sharp breath before he does it again and again.

“God, you're so perfect. Choking on my cock like a good fucking boy.”

I whimper at his words - my mind fuzzy, my body warm and pliant, swimming in a sea of sensation. I lose track of everything around me, and when his movements stutter and thick, saltycum coats my throat, I’m barely able to swallow it all down. Coughing, some of it slides out the sides of my mouth and onto my chin. Jamie pulls out, rubbing his cock over my lips and muttering ‘beautiful’ as he does, then lifts me off the floor and throws me onto his bed. He tears off his remaining clothing, then carefully removes all my clothing until I’m naked and spread out on the bed before him.

Jamie covers me with his body, his mouth finding my neck and locking on until the skin prickles and stings. His spent cock twitches against my thigh when he kisses up my neck and laps up his cum from my skin.

“Eyes on me,” he says as he lays chaste kisses over the plains and valleys of my body. He touches every part of me, my skin alive and tingling with sensation. When he pushes my legs up and his tongue finds my hole, at the same time his hand grips my cock, my lungs cease working and I float away on a haze of pure white hot pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.” He kisses around my rim, while his hand moves in circular motions around my cock. “I can’t stop dreaming about you.” Jamie licks and nibbles at my hole. “I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you are. For me. Just for me.”

His hand moves slowly over my cock as he licks and sucks and probes at my hole. He doesn't let up until tears are streaming from my eyes, and I'm begging him to make me come.

Jamie stops, pulling back to take in my flushed, sweaty form, and I whine, hot and needy and wanting. So muchwanting. He leans over me, his hand working my cock and his mouth hovering above mine. He smells musky and I realise he smells….like me.

“Do you want that? To be mine?” Whimpers fall from my lips and my body writhes beneath his as he works me over, hard and fast. “Say it.”

“Yes!” I cry out, pleasure blasting out of me as I nod my head - at his words, at his touch, at the pure rightness of the moment.

Mine.The word ricochets around my mind.

Jamie Durand may never have meant to be mine, but perhaps life isn’t as linear as that - perhaps what wasn’t meant to be can one daybe. When he covers us with a duvet and I snuggle into his side, I hope I’m right.

Chapter Thirty

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