Page 94 of Courageous Hearts

I pull my own free, pausing afterwards to admire the clench of Jameson’s stomach and the hair tracking down to his waistband. My mind whirs as I shuck my pants, and Jameson’s eyes drop immediately to the underwear I’m wearing. Black, lacy briefs. As I climb atop the mattress, he reaches for me, but I roll onto my side, giving Jameson my back.

“Fuck my thighs?” I suggest, opening them in invitation.

Jameson groans for a long moment, his entire body going still. “Goddamn it, Blue,” he mutters, although it doesn’t sound like an objection.

Jumping back into motion, Jameson pushes his sweatpants and boxer briefs down quickly, causing his dick to slap his stomach. He tosses the clothing away and rolls into me, chest to my back, and I lick my hand and reach through my spread legs. Dragging my fist over his cock, I slick the length of him, repeating the process as Jameson curses behind me, hips hitching into my grip. Once he’s wet enough, I clamp my thighs shut and squeeze. Jameson doesn’t need any more of an invitation than that. Grabbing my hip, he rolls me forward onto my stomach and presses his weight to my back. Then, with a punch of his hips, he slides his cock through the meat of my thighs.

“Ah, Blue,” he husks.

My resounding moan gets lost to the pillow as Jameson’s crown rubs against the underside of my balls through my lace briefs. My own erection gives a hearty throb at the absolute baseness of the act. Of having Jameson pin me down and use the juncture of my legs like a cocksleeve.

His breath beats heavy against the back of my neck as he moves, and words fall continuously from his lips. Sweet words, like how much Jameson loves this. How sexy I am. How much he wants me.

I rub my ass back against him, grinding as pressure builds deep inside my chest. Reaching back, I find Jameson’s hand and interlace our fingers. My heart beats fast, my balls hug the base of my dick, and Jameson’s hips slap my ass repeatedly as he fucks my thighs. Each thrust of his cock, each movement, has the lace of my underwear abrading my skin in the best way, and I squeeze my legs tight, chasing more of the pleasure-pain.

When Jameson’s teeth graze my neck and his pace starts to stutter, I know he’s close. Not two seconds later, he’s coming, his release painting the insides of my thighs, hot and sticky and wonderful.

Jameson’s fingers tighten against my own as he stills. “Blue,” he groans, teeth sunk ever so lightly into my skin.

I know.

When Jameson shifts away, he rolls me swiftly onto my back. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he pushes my legs wide and proceeds to wipe up the mess he made. Then, with that wicked, dimple-popping grin I so love, he tugs off my underwear, drops to his stomach between my legs, and swallows me down.

Blocking my shout with my arm, I groan as Jameson wastes no time with teasing or foreplay. He sucks me hard, using every one of the skills he’s learned in the past few weeks to drive me to the edge of sanity. I’m teetering, ready to go over when that perfect warm, sucking pressure ceases.

With a complaint poised on my tongue, I throw my arm to the side and look down. But that complaint dies a swift death as Jameson latches onto my thigh, his mouth fitting against me a moment before he sucks. My lips part wordlessly, my back arches, and my cock throbs, leaking precum as Jameson blooms a bruise to the surface of my skin.

He soothes the spot with his tongue—so gentle, so sweet—and then he moves over to my other leg, catching the sensitive tendon of my inner thigh with his teeth. The bite there has me nearly shooting off the bed, but Jameson pins his forearm over my hips, the unusual show of force making my erection buck near his cheek.

“Jamie,” I groan.

He hums, his lips skimming inwards and stubble bristling, his other hand coming up to jack me off. I know I’m going to blow any second no matter what, but Jameson shoves his face under my balls, his tongue meeting my perineum a second before his skimming teeth…

And I go still, wondering if he would possibly bite me there. I’m not even sure whether or not I want him to. But before I can question it, Jameson’s teeth close lightly over the skin at the base of my sac. It’s not a lot of pressure, more like a pinch. But the shock of it, combined with his tongue gliding over the ultra-sensitive flesh and his hand squeezing up my cock, has me erupting in one second flat.

My cum flies in a high arc, landing on my hip and upper thigh as my legs and stomach quiver. When my stuttered moan dies off, Jameson presses his mouth to my thigh, right over one of his bite marks, as if protecting the spot or perhaps soothing the ache. Once I’m finally able to look down, I find his eyes locked on my face, a fierce, satisfied glint there.

“Now you have new bruises,” he says smugly.

I huff a laugh before dropping my head back against the pillow. How is this man so perfect for me?

Jameson’s breath puffs against my inner thigh, and then he rises, crawling over my body and depositing his weight on top of me. I exhale in utter bliss, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and letting my eyes drift shut as Jameson whispers a kiss over my lips.

“I needed that,” I admit. Needed him.

“I’d give you a permanent mark if I could,” he replies, the words setting off a flurry of butterflies in my gut.

I want that.

The idea of permanence with this man is not a remotely scary thought. It flits around the back of my mind, settling comfortably.

Blowing out a breath, I run my hands along Jameson’s sides. “We should prob’ly go wash up,” I tell him, knowing Sara will be back any minute.

Jameson groans but nods against me. When he rolls away, I miss his weight immediately.

I feel a little bit like a teen as I scope out the hallway, making sure Sara hasn’t returned from her grocery trip yet. Once I confirm we’re all clear, Jameson and I run across the hall into the bathroom and shut the door quickly. Practically giggling, I start the shower.

As the water heats, Jameson comes up behind me, settling his chin over my shoulder. “Last night here. Are you ready to head home?” he asks.

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