Kelly Jamieson - Breakaway

They rolled across the bed together, mouths fused, bodies joined, sweating and panting and hearts hammering.

She reached for his cock, small hands closing around it, and her touch sent sizzles up his spine. His balls pulled up tight, ready to explode.

She squirmed against him, her little body all curvy and warm and rubbing against him as she moved down the bed, laying hot, wet little kisses over his chest, then his stomach. His abs quivered. Then she kissed his stomach below his navel, so sensitive, and he throbbed in her hands.

She made little moaning noises of pleasure as she combed her fingers through his pubic hair, then slid them down around and under his cock to stroke his balls. Delicate touches, making him groan and writhe.

She fisted his cock again in two hands and pulled, long firm strokes, just how he liked it, and when she bent her head he hissed out a breath. Her mouth on the head of his cock was like sweet heaven, hot wet heat and hungry suction. She swirled her tongue around and her teeth grazed the sensitive rim, making him jump.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair. He held her head as she moved up and down on his shaft, her mouth sublime. “Remi. God, your mouth. I love your mouth.”

She murmured an agreement which vibrated a frisson of pleasure through him and then she let his cock release with a pop and licked her lips. She held his cock with her hands and looked down at it as if she was studying it. She smiled. He twitched. Hard.

She licked across the head, one long, slow lick, then bent her head even lower and licked his balls. His hips lifted. Ah, fuck! He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes at the sensations that torched his nerve endings. He was so rigid and engorged it hurt, his cock leaping toward her.

Then she sucked one testicle into her mouth, tugged gently and released, licked over to the other and sucked it in too. He held her head, fingers tight and hard, trying not to explode, his whole body racked with the need to come.

When her mouth closed over his dick again, he let go. He had to let go. He held her head, pulling her lower so she’d take him deeper. How much did she like to be dominated? Even like this?

His mind spun. Lots of girls didn’t like that kind of aggression, but he just had a feeling…and he pushed Remi’s head lower. He was big. There was no way she could take him all, but damn, she took him deep. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He withdrew and she sucked ferociously, her mouth working.

He looked down at her and she looked up, all starry lashes and glittering eyes, and their gazes met and held. Joined like a tangible connection.

He lost it. He went over, pleasure racing from his balls outward, to his toes and up to his brain, body tense, balls tight, cock pulsing in her mouth.

She sucked him in, taking it all, holding his balls as they contracted. When she finally lifted her mouth off him, a trickle of thick, white fluid escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. It was so fucking sexy he hardened all over again. Christ.

She wiped her chin with her forefinger, then sucked it into her mouth. He had to close his eyes, his body weak and trembling. His head buzzed, he couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. He reached blindly for her to lift her up over his body, lifting her right off the bed she was so little. He fucking loved that.

Who woulda thought.

He wrapped her up in his arms, curling his body around her. “Jesus, Remi, your mouth…”

“I loved that,” she whispered against the side of his neck. Was she sniffing him? He smiled. “You taste so good and I love making you feel good like that.”

“That was more than just feeling good,” he said on a groan, stroking a hand down over her smooth back, then the curve of her ass. He gave her a smack and she jumped.

“Hey! What was that for!”

He smiled. “Your punishment for being such a naughty girl.”

When she squirmed against him, he hardened even more. Already. Wow.

Remi snuggled into Jason’s body, throbbing with both need and satisfaction. The sharp, salty taste of him lingered in her mouth and made her want more. His hands stroked over her body, sending humming pleasure through her nerve endings. When his fingers found her center, slicked through her wetness and rubbed over her clit, she shifted against him to allow him better access, opening her thighs to his delicious touch. His mouth on her breasts tugged a sweet path of delight to her molten center where she ached with a thick, liquid want. Electric sparks raced over her nerves.

She moaned and pressed her open mouth to the side of his neck, drawing the spicy male scent of him deep inside her.

The tingling around his finger grew, intensified, became fiery pleasure twisting up inside her all tight and hot. She felt it going higher, higher, everything inside her pulling up tight and then a cry ripped from her throat as she spasmed against his hand. She grabbed hold of his broad wrist to hold him there, pulsing against him, eyes closed, ears ringing.

“Beautiful,” Jason murmured, kissing her forehead. “So beautiful. I love watching you come.”

“Mmm.” She softened against him, limp and languid. “Wow.”

“Good?”

“Mmm. Not as good as when you’re inside me, but yeah…so good.”

They were both sweaty and Jason threw back the duvet to let the cool night air drift over them through the open sliding doors onto the balcony. Faint night sounds of traffic and music floated in on the breeze.

Jason hardened against her leg. She wiggled and reached down for him. “Already?”

“Hey. It’s been a while since I came.”

She choked on laugh. Truthfully she had no idea—it seemed like an hour, it seemed like a minute.

He moved over her. “I need to fuck you.”

“Mmm. Yes.”

She parted her thighs, still tender and quivering between them, but when he pushed inside her it felt perfect. Hot and tight, stretching her, filling her in a way that felt right and perfect.

He moved against her, this time slower and easier, not like their usual frantic hungry movements. He held himself over her on his arms, muscles bulging, and watched her face as he moved in and out. She lifted her legs higher to take him deeper, so deep she pressed a hand to her tummy, feeling him so far inside her it almost….almost hurt. And she loved it.

“Remi.”

“Mmmm.” She stroked his chest.

“I love you.”

She went very still. Her eyes closed, then opened.

“What happened to just fun and games?”

He moved his head slowly from side to side. “It’s more. Don’t get mad again. I know it is for you too. Isn’t it?” He moved his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet pussy.

She blinked at him, her eye makeup smudged a bit, making her big eyes even bigger, hair tangled, lips swollen. She was so incredibly beautiful she made his heart stop.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s more. Ah, Jase. I love you too.”

He kissed her mouth softly. “Thank you.”

He thrust harder and she met him at each push, lifting her hips. He rose onto his knees, slid his hands under her knees and lifted them. He pushed her legs closed and she tightened around him, the friction intensifying as he thrust in and out. She gasped. Her eyes went dazed. Her lips parted, all shiny and wet and swollen.

He held her legs straight up with one hand around her ankles, lifting her ass right off the bed, and fucked her—long, hard thrusts, taking her, claiming her, owning her, until he tightened and a hard fiery wave of heat and pleasure swept over him, again, again, again.

He collapsed over her and then, mindful of his weight on her small body, rolled to the side, pulling her with him, chest heaving, lungs straining, heart thudding.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Long moments later, she said, “I don’t understand this. We hardly know each other.”

“I know. I don’t get it either. I’ve never really been in love before. I guess it just…hits you.”

She pulled back to look at him. “You’ve never been in love before?”

“Nope.”

“What about Brianne? You were with her for a long time.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t love her. Not like this.”

“Why did you break up?”

“I thought I told you. She wanted to get married. I didn’t.”

“You were afraid of commitment.”

“No.” He paused, struggling for words. “Okay, yeah. I was. I was terrified.” He squinted. “But I’m not anymore. Not with you.” He didn’t understand it, but it was the truth. Miraculously, fucking weirdly, he wasn’t afraid of a commitment—to Remi. He stroked a hand over her hair. “I’m more afraid of being without you.”

“Oh, Jase.” Her whispered words wrapped around his heart and squeezed.

After a long moment, he said, “What about you?”

“Hmm?”

Have you ever been in love before?”

“Yeah. Once.”

His gut seized up. “You were?”

“Yes. I thought we were pretty serious.” She laid her cheek back down on his chest and her hand slid up to his shoulder. “But he dumped me. Because I was…boring.”

He choked on a laugh. “You? Boring? Sweetheart, he didn’t know you very well.”

“I…I thought he did. I thought my life was boring. I gave up a lot for my brother and sister. We had to plan…uh…things for when they weren’t home. Which wasn’t often. Lots of times I couldn’t go out because I had to drive them to piano lessons or soccer games or parent-teacher meetings.”

“Oh, Remi.” He envisioned her life at age twenty-two—all the responsibility she’d had and how she’d just done it. “That’s not boring. That’s…you.”