Their Protector: An MC Outlaw Halloween Romance, page 102
“I’m going to take your bra off now.” His hands hover over the clasp, waiting for my response.
I’m almost speechless, but I manage to get that out.
He undoes the clasp with expertise. As he slides the straps off my shoulders, I reflexively cross my arms over my chest, keeping my bra from falling forward. Jameson moves from behind my chair, so now he’s kneeling in front of me. I look down at him.
“Are you alright?” He’s searching my face; I’m assuming trying to get a read of my emotions.
As I see the concern on his face, I realize my feelings for Jameson are intensifying. Not just the sexual ones – they’ve always been pretty intense – but there are other emotions beginning to swirl in.
Without a word, I drop my hands and let my bra fall into my lap. His eyes go down and I watch as he takes in my chest. His eyes come back to mine and his hand gently cradles my neck. He brings his face close and rest his forehead against mine. “I’ve been waiting for this…”
I know what it is, but I want to hear him say it. But instead of saying anything, he kisses me. Another one of his soft ones. The kiss deepens and I moan into his mouth.
His hand goes down my neck and onto my one of breasts. His thumb brushes over my nipple. His tongue swipes against my bottom lip and I grab onto his hair. He massages my hardened peak, making me fiercely crave more friction between us. When our mouths come a part, we’re both breathless.
“I think you need to take off some of your clothes, as well.” He gives me a smirk and presents himself to me.
“Why don’t you help me with that.” He raises an eyebrow like it’s a challenge and my hands go up to remove his suit jacket.
As I remove it, and then partly unbutton and half remove his shirt, I run my hands down his arm and feels his hard muscles. I’m about to have sex with a very in shape man. Very fit. And, surprisingly, he has tattoos that line his chest and arms.
I’d never even thought about tattoos before. But they seem fitting on him: a bad boy billionaire boss, who clearly wants to take me right here, right now, in his office. Yes .
“Very fit, indeed…”
“What was that?”
Dammit! I keep saying my thoughts out loud without realizing it. And they’re always the most embarrassing things.
I drop my hand from his arms and look down. I start stammering out an explanation and Jameson starts to chuckle. And once again, his laughter makes me laugh. I love the way we sound together.
“It’s fine. I know I’m very in shape,” he says this with a smile— well, more of a smirk. “And I like how you say what you’re thinking when you’re off your guard. I like that I knock you off guard.”
I bite my lip in an attempt to conceal my own growing smile.
“Why don’t you show me how in shape you are?” Soon, he has his shirt all the way unbuttoned. He lets it fall to the floor next to my own clothes and he’s standing before me, completely shirtless. He was not lying. “Wow.”
That last one’s a whisper. I’m almost speechless. I stand up and run my hands down his stomach. My finger buzz as I touch his abs. I look into his eyes.
“I’m about to have sex with you.” It is a stupid thing to say, but I can’t seem to help it. And he seems to like it.
Jameson runs a finger along my cheek.
“You’re about to have sex with me,” he repeats my words and they settle in. “I’m going to take you now, for your very first time.”
“Yes. Take me, Boss.”
It’s all finally happening. And, at this point, it feels inevitable, like it was meant to happen. There are so many questions I want to ask. The main one being that if tonight moves forward, is this where it ends? I don’t want it to end, but I’m also too scared to ask. What if I don’t like the answer?
Jameson draws me towards him in a hug and our bare skin touches. I rest my head against his chest and he kisses the top of my head. We stand like that for a few seconds. It feels nice.
These are the moments that I want to hold on to. The moments that have made me realize that I want to spend more and more time with him. I want to be with him.
I bring my hands to the hem of his pants. We move apart a little, giving me better access, so I can unbutton his pants. He wordlessly watches my hands at work.
Once he’s unbuttoned and unzipped, I slide my hand in and feel his cock. I grasp it lightly and I hear Jameson inhale sharply. He’s a lot bigger than I expected. And hard as a rock.
“It’s bigger than I expected.”
There I go again, just blurting out whatever’s on my mind. Jameson places his hand on my shoulder to steady himself.
“Are you worried?”
His voice is strained, which might be due to the fact that I’ve started to stroke him. It felt like the right thing to do and I’m proud of the effect it’s having on him.
His breathing has picked up and I love that I can do this to him. He said he wants to watch me come undone, but…
“I want to watch you come undone.” I start to stroke him more vigorously, but he grabs my hand and stops me.
“Not that I wouldn’t love that, but I have every intention of coming inside of you. With a condom on, of course.”
My skin flushes just thinking about it. I remove my hand from his pants. Not sure what to do, I grab my arm with my hand and stand awkwardly. Jameson lifts my chin up with his finger.
“Why don’t you jump up on my desk?” I nod and sit myself down. “Now, lie down.”
I slowly bring my back against the smooth surface of Jameson’s desk. It’s cold against my back and I arch up slightly before settling. My hands grip the edge, waiting for his next order.
Instead of another command, he places his hands on either side of me. He brings his mouth down on my nipple and sucks on it. My hands grip the edge tighter. He moves on to my other nipple and I moan with pleasure. He leaves my breast and trails kisses down my stomach. He reaches the edge of my pants and I twist my neck to look at him.
“Are we doing this again? I mean, not that I’m complaining.”
Jameson is between my legs and he yanks my pants and underwear off. He pulls me to the edge of the desk and once again I can feel his breath between my legs. He kisses the inside of my thighs and then begins his skillful stimulation of my pussy.
He sticks his tongue inside me and I arch my back, feeling the pleasure run up my body. He licks my folds, but manages to avoid the ‘spot.’ But it still feels so good. He doesn’t make me wait long, though. He sucks on my clit and I have my first orgasm of the night – hoping I’ll have more. This man is making me become an addict, wanting my next fix of the earth-shattering orgasms he gives me.
Jameson removes himself from between my legs and his mouth makes kisses up my stomach. When he kisses my mouth, I can taste the remnants of me on his lips and I wonder what he tastes like. He moves his mouth over to my cheek and lightly brushes his lips against it.
“I know I said I wanted to bend you over my desk, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch your face as you have an orgasm.”
Well, we wouldn’t want that.
“Then fuck me against the wall,” I suggest.
I’m starting to accept that I have a bit of a dirty mind. And, a dirty mouth. I sometimes still can’t believe some of the things I say when I’m around Jameson, but I’m getting accustomed to it.
Jameson smiles at my proposal and I think he’s going to accept it. He removes the rest of his clothes, so now we’re both naked, and he moves back on top of me. I think he also managed to put on a condom. His swiftness reminds me how experienced he is, but I push that thought to the back of mind, refusing to let it bother me now.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I do what he says and he picks me up off his desk. I wrap my arms
I feel my back hit a wall and lean my head back.
“Are you ready?” he asks. “For me to take you? To pop your sweet little cherry?”
I nod, my heart racing faster than I’ve ever felt it.
“I need to hear you say it.”
I love the command in his voice, the sternness.
“I’m ready for you to take me, Boss.”
He gives me a quick kiss and I feel him position himself at my entrance.
“I’ll go slowly, okay?”
“Okay.” He penetrates me gradually and it’s almost overwhelming. I hold my breath and shut my eyes tight, trying to relax. He stops moving and asks me to open my eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I don’t. I never want him to stop.
“No, keep going. It’s just a… new feeling.”
He keeps going and I squeeze my arms around him tighter, digging my nails into my palms while he slides his big cock further inside my aching pussy.
“Relax. Breathe. We’re almost there.” I hear the restraint in his voice and know he’s holding back. I wonder what he’s like when he’s completely unrestrained? I’d love to see. I let out a long breath and soon he’s completely inside me. “How does that feel?”
“Filling?... Filling. I feel full.”
Everything I’m saying comes out breathy. I love how he’s filling me up completely, crammed into the tightest parts of me. I want him to start moving. I know he’s worried since it’s my first time and I appreciate the concern, but I’m ready for more.
“Whenever you’re ready to commence fucking me, I’m good to go.”
I think I’ve shocked him again, but it passes quickly. He starts to pull out, just as slowly. “I told you—”
He interrupts me with a kiss and then slams into me. I gasp into his mouth, surprised, but happy he did what I asked. Even though there’s some pain, it feels sublime mixed with the pleasure. He continues to pound in and out of me and I hear our bodies slap together. The wall scratches my back and I know I’ll have some bruising, but I don’t care. My senses are on high alert and everything feels that much more intense.
“Oh my god, Jameson!” He doesn’t relent and I get my wish. He’s unrestrained. I bring my nails down his back. I’m not going to be the only one with marks on my backside. “Don’t stop.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
If it’s as much as I have then I know it’s a lot. He grabs ahold of my ass cheeks tightly, squeezing and even spanking me a bit. I love it.
“You feel so much better than I imagined. God, you’re so tight.” And I can feel myself getting tighter. “Are you going to come? Are you going to come for me?”
I know I’m close. My stomach’s in knots, it’s agonizing, but heavenly.
“Then look at me. Look at me as you finish.”
I look at him and finally the tension breaks. I have to close my eyes as my orgasm courses through me so violently. I throw my head against the wall and feel it wash over me as he grinds his hips into my pelvis.
My nails dig into his back so forcefully, I potentially break skin, but I don’t know. I can’t even think straight. My walls pulse around him and I hold on to him for dear life.
Not too long after, Jameson finishes, grunting out my name as he makes his final thrust. “Oh, fuck.”
His face is so calm; I wish I could experience this every day. That I could watch him whenever I wanted. I brush my fingers against his cheek. Our breathing evens out as we both come down.
“Is it always this good?”
I regret asking it as soon as the words are out of my mouth, but it’s just one more thing I can’t seem to control around him. He cocks his head to the side, contemplating. After taking a few seconds to think, Jameson places a kiss on my forehead and responds.
“Not even close. Even though I shouldn’t be saying that.”
I can tell he doesn’t want to look weak in front of me. But I think he is quite the opposite— strong and sexy. He withdraws himself from me and I let out a little moan that sounds more like a grunt, still sensitive from before.
He takes a step back from the wall and lets me down. I suddenly feel very naked because I am very naked. We’re both very naked. I cross my arms over my chest and look for my clothes.
“Are we doing this again?” he asks.
I stop searching and look back up at him.
“Every time something happens between us, you run off. This time I’d like you to stay. Why don’t you stay?”
Stay and do what? Our relationship is so undefined that I never know what to do when I’m around him. I feel like it could fracture at any moment and the ‘us’ that I have built in my mind will disintegrate into nothingness. The more time I spend with him, the more likely he’ll get bored with me and move on to someone better. Instead of saying any of this, I agree to stay for a little while.
“I can stay, but I’d like to get dressed first?”
He relaxes and we both put our clothes back on. Well, Jameson puts on his boxers and t-shirt, but I fully dress myself. He goes to lie down on the couch in the corner of his office and motions for me to lie down on top of him. I do so and he wraps his arms around me. “Only for a little while, then I need to get home…”
The words come out sleepily and I find myself slipping into a dream as Jameson talks to me about… something? I can’t quite make it out. I must’ve been a lot more tired than I thought.
I wake and look up to see Jameson’s face. He’s still asleep and looks quite peaceful. I could wake up to him every morning.
I sigh. Morning? Morning!
I sit up with a start that shakes Jameson awake and realize I spent the night at the office. The very thing I was trying to avoid. Jameson rubs his eyes and lets out a yawn.
“What time is it?” I turn to him and my panicked expression wakes him up. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s morning and everyone’s going to be in the office,” I check my watch, “in about an hour. Plus, I haven’t been home all night!”
I get off of him and rush to put on my shoes.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I wasn’t supposed to spend the night and now I need to get home.” I’m on the verge of tears. There is no way I’m going to be able to explain my way out of this. “I wasn’t supposed to spend the night.”
I don’t let him answer and I run out of the office. I jump in my car and rush home. The whole way home, my phone is vibrating with a lot of missed calls and messages, but I don’t want to deal with knowing they’re from my parents, who will be mad enough when I get home to face the music.
I arrive and run up the steps, but before I can get inside, my dad opens the door. My mom is standing behind him and from their expressions, I can tell they are more than angry with me.
“Mom, Dad. I can explain.”
“No. We’ve let you explain too much.” My dad’s tone is even, but I can hear the anger behind his voice. “You’re going to have to see Pastor Nichols. He’s the only one who can help us now.”
My heart sinks and for the first time since last night, I feel bad about sleeping with Jameson. I was so caught up in fulfilling my desires, that I let them get the better of me and I slept with him. The one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do. The one thing I was told never to do. I go inside to clean myself up and then head over to the church to ask for forgiveness for my sins.
It’s been seven days since I’ve seen Erin. The first two days were the weekend, so that was expected. The next two, I dealt with her absenc
I thought, “Maybe she just wanted to take a few days off.”
But by the seventh, I was confused. We slept together and then she ran away. She ran away again. I’ve never had a woman run away from me before. It’s usually quite the opposite—I’m the one running away from them. But Erin she does it so much.
Spending time in my office doesn’t help. Every time I sit at my desk, I remember kissing her breasts, undressing her, having sex with her against the wall. Even falling asleep with her on the couch.
I cannot believe I fell asleep with her on the couch. Maybe she’s mad I let her sleep through the night. It was the just the feeling of her on my body. I had thought a mandatory cuddle would’ve been nice, given she just lost her virginity, but I know it was just an excuse. I wanted to be close to her. I didn’t want the night to end.
This is not like me at all. I usually have a strict no cuddle rule. What the hell is this girl doing to me?
My partners have noticed me moping. I once again can’t get a read for Garrett’s emotions, but Ron always seems to have a relieved expression on his face, as if he’s glad that Erin is gone, while Asher is worried. He’s been avoiding talking about it, but today, I can tell he’s had enough. About midday, he comes bursting into my office, wanting answers.
“Okay. What is it, Jameson? You’ve been a bucket of fucking sadness the past three days and I’m sick of it. What is going on?”
He’s taken an aggressive stance in front of my desk. I slowly stand up and make my way around, so we’re face to face.
“It’s Erin, okay? I just— I think I may’ve messed up.”
I run my hand through my hair and rack my brain. I’ve been over all our encounters, but can’t find anything to suggest why she would completely cut me out. It’s just my luck that I’d fall for a girl who wants nothing to do with me, when it’s usually the other way around.
I didn’t fall for her , I tell myself. Did I?
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