Page 61 of Courageous Hearts

“I more than like it,” he says, reaching for me. I step close, and Jameson tugs me between his spread legs, staring up at me like a man besotted.

My breath catches at that look in his eye.

“Oh, Blue,” he says again before dropping his gaze to my chest. With a groan, he leans forward, licking broadly over the thin fabric covering my nipple, and I gasp out. The heat of his tongue is quickly replaced by cool air, pebbling my nipples in an instant, and I grab Jameson’s shoulders, anchoring myself as he repeats the motion. He lingers this time, eyes intent on me as he flicks his tongue and then sucks.

“God,” I groan, fingers spasming against his shoulder blades, lust shooting square down my spine and landing heavy in my balls. “Would you fuck me, Jamie?”

Hell, I want it. So badly. I want him to sink inside me, body and soul, and never come up for air.

Jameson doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He doesn’t treat me like glass. He just nods, dragging his lips over to my other nipple and sucking it through the lace of my negligee, pressure unrelenting as he flicks his tongue over the nub. My cock leaks against my jockstrap.

When Jameson lets go, he feathers his lips over skin and lace before giving me a small push. I step backwards, and he slides off the bed, sinking to the floor in front of me. He lifts the hem of my lingerie, pressing his lips and nose against the front of my jockstrap, and my breath stutters all over again.

“Jamie,” I gasp as he inhales deeply, face at the root of my cock, his breath ghosting over me through the thin material of the lace. “You…you don’t have to do anythin’ you’re not ready for.”

Because it damn well looks like Jameson is about to put his mouth on my cock, and he’s never done that before. With anyone.

But Jameson looks up at me, the brown of his eyes molten hot, and I don’t see a shred of doubt in his gaze. Only lust.

“I want you,” he says simply. “All the pieces of you.”

Throat tight, I nod, and Jameson drags his lips across my shaft, past where my jockstrap ends, and over to the skin of my thigh. Never taking his eyes off me, he opens his mouth, latches onto the sensitive skin there, and sucks.

My knees wobble, my mouth parts, and I tighten my grip on Jameson’s shoulders as he blooms a bruise to the surface of my thigh. God.

He hums, the sound a deep rumble I can feel against my leg more than hear, and then he slides his lips lower and bites.

“Jamie,” I moan, my cock kicking. I pant out a breath, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the image of Jameson on his knees in front of me sinking his teeth into my skin. It’s too much. Too good. It feels like he’s truly claiming me as his own, and I want that so badly, I shake with it.

But Jameson releases my flesh before long, licking over my skin, and then his breath ghosts, once again, against my erection. I open my eyes just in time to see him placing a kiss against my cock through the material of my jockstrap. His hands roam around my hips to my bare ass, and another rumble leaves his lips, vibrating against me as his palms caress my skin reverently, fingertips sneaking into my crease.

Oh damn.

My pulse skitters frantically as Jameson trails his fingers higher and hooks the straps of my jock, tugging the material down and maneuvering it carefully over my erection. He drags it past my legs without ever taking his eyes off my cock, and then, much as he did with my nipples, he flattens his tongue and swipes it up my shaft like a popsicle.

I think we both swear, but Jameson’s “Shit” comes through loud and clear, his voice like gravel. He licks me again and again, each stroke wetting the bottom and sides of my dick as my fingers dig into the meat of his shoulders.

“You’re like velvet over steel,” he rasps, barely taking his tongue off me, one hand holding me at the base. “I’m already addicted.”

“God,” I groan as he does it again, his tongue flicking the underside of my glans this time as he reaches the head. He shifts his stance before angling my dick and wrapping his lips around my crown, and I jolt hard, sliding my hands into Jameson’s hair and twining my fingers around the strands. “Where’d you come from?” I can’t help but ask.

This man has never had a dick in his mouth, but he’s not hesitating. He’s going for it with a sort of enthusiasm that has my legs shaking.

Jameson pops off my crown, grinning as he strokes me once. “Do you want the unabridged version or the CliffsNotes? Once, there were two people who fell in love—”

I give Jameson’s hair a tug, and he laughs, those brown eyes lighting playfully.

“Fuck me, Jamie. Please.”

I don’t think I can handle much more of this. I’ll combust before he gets inside me, and I desperately want him seated deep within me when I blow.

“I love the way you say my name,” he says, planting one last kiss against my crown before easing back and standing up. His lips find mine next, his hands bracketing my face as if I’m precious, and I sink into it. The feel of his tongue against mine, the way he coaxes me around and then helps me onto the bed, his body blanketing me, and the press of his erection against my own.

I love how he makes me feel. Wanted. Delicate. Strong.

“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say with a nod, watching as Jameson shifts backwards. He runs his hands down my legs until the very last moment, until he’s standing on the ground, and then he slowly shucks off his sweats. My eyes trace over every inch of his dick, and I swallow hard.

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