Kelly Jamieson - Love Me

“Fuck, I’m so turned on,” he muttered, removing her bra. He flung it aside, slid her panties down and then picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She hit the mattress and bounced with a gasp.

“Gavin!”

Then he was beside her, on top of her, all over her, his hands everywhere, hard and warm, squeezing her breasts, sliding into the wetness between her legs. He spread her slick juices over the swollen, tender flesh there. “Love how wet you are,” he murmured, pressing his mouth between her breasts. “Wet for me.”

“Yes.” She quivered at his touch, arched into his hand. God, how many times could she come in one night? Surely not again…but Gavin’s hand was knowing and practiced, and his fingers had coaxed another orgasm out of her before she’d even caught her breath, she was so primed and juicy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Gavin, stop. I’m on overload.”

“Is there such a thing?” His voice was low, muffled as he kissed her breasts. Her nipples were tender and swollen and the tug of his mouth zapped a current straight down to her cunt. Again. Sweet Jesus.

He sucked on her nipples for long moments, hard then soft, biting then licking, until her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, dazed, breathless, her hips rolling against him in a needy rhythm. She held his silky head to her breast, absorbing the feel of him, aware only of the sensation in the two sensitive points of her nipples and the ache between her legs.

When he lifted his head, she took in a long breath, then rolled him. He made it easy for her, let her push him on to his back and reach for his cock. Christ, he was hard. She had to stop and just look at him, his beautiful swollen cock, pulsing and dripping. She bent her head to taste him, licked over the head, pulling another groan from deep in his chest.

“Wow.” She pressed gentle lips to the tip of his cock. “You’re ready to go again.”

“Ah, hell,” he muttered. He fisted his hands in her long hair and tugged. “You make me so hard, baby.”

“Yeah.” She licked him some more, up and down, then took him in her mouth as deep as she could, sucking on him and making him shudder and growl. He pumped into her mouth in a faster and faster rhythm.

“I’m gonna come, Mel,” he hissed, tugging on her hair. She shook her head, her mouth still full of him. She wanted him to come in her mouth. There were things they hadn’t done together and this was one of them. Earlier she’d licked his come off him and she’d loved the taste of it, the tanginess it left in her mouth making her want more. So she sucked on him, curled her fingers around his balls and squeezed gently, then tugged them away from his body. “Ah…Melina…” He was pulling her hair so hard it almost hurt, but in a good way, and then he was coming in her mouth, she could feel the hot semen spurting and she sucked and swallowed until the jerky movements of his hips stilled.

She slid her mouth off his cock, slowly, lingering on the tip, swirling her tongue around to catch any last drops, then lifted her eyes to gaze at him up the length of his body. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Melina.”

She blinked at him, gave him a small smile, licked him again. “You taste so good.”

His eyes fell closed and she slid her body up his, rubbed her breasts across his chest, then snuggled in beside him. Their bodies fit perfectly together in bed, despite their size difference, and his arms came warmly around her and pulled her closer.

Melina took in long, slow breaths, happier than she’d been in weeks as she fell into sleep. Things would be okay now.

The alarm clock startled her into wakefulness. She lifted a confused head, watched blearily as Gavin rolled out of bed and slapped the alarm off. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“Work.” He turned and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“But it’s Saturday.” She struggled to sit up, shove her hair off her face, but he pushed her back down.

“Yeah, but I have the whole team coming in to work on some last minute things.”

She flopped back down on the bed. God, this could not be happening. She’d been so sure last night that things were different, back to normal. She wanted to spend all day in bed with him. She stared at the ceiling as he quickly dressed and left the bedroom.

Alone, she rolled to her side. The tears started. How could he do this? Again? She just wanted to be with him, just wanted to know that she came first with him, that she was as important to him as he was to her.

But apparently that wasn’t the case.

Despondent, hurt, she cried herself back to sleep. She woke up a few hours later, her head aching, eyes gritty and swollen. With a moan, she rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to find some aspirin. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, hair mussed, eyes puffy and pink, lips swollen. She looked miserable. She felt miserable.

She went back into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed, looked up at the ceiling.

What was going on with her life?

Things were crappy between her and Gavin. She’d been trying everything to get him back and last night she thought she’d done it. But apparently, she hadn’t.

She blew out a long, dejected breath and looked around the room. Their bedroom. Both their belongings, in their apartment. Her heart squeezed and cracked a little, the pain almost beyond bearing. She and Gavin were over.

Because if she had to go to that extreme —holy mother of God, having sex with another woman —what hope was there for their relationship anyway?

Gavin walked in the door of his apartment, brains scrambled and bone-tired. He dropped his briefcase and laptop on the floor, shrugged out of his jacket and hung it in the closet. The apartment was dead quiet. Where was Melina?

He wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, went to the bedroom, which was strangely tidy. Usually Melina left piles of clothes draped over every surface, shoes scattered around. He smiled. She loved shopping for clothes and shoes, he teased her about it all the time. She must have spent the day cleaning up.

He shrugged. He’d have a shower. A while later, feeling a bit fresher, dressed in baggy cargo pants and a soft old T-shirt, he went into the living room and grabbed the remote control. Then he saw the note on the coffee table.

He picked it up.

Gavin—I’m leaving. I don’t know how to say it or even what to say, but things aren’t working between us. I’m sorry. I wish we could have talked about it but you’ve been so focused on work lately. After last night, I realize there’s no hope for things getting better. I’ll come back some time for the rest of my things, when I figure out what I’m doing. Love, Melina.

Jesus Christ. His fingers tightened on the paper, every muscle in his body going tight. What the fuck?

After last night, things were hopeless? How did she figure that ?

Oh, man. He sank down onto the couch. She’d said she was trying to make him jealous, but did this mean…she was into women ?

Nah, that couldn’t be. She’d been too into him all this time to have been putting on an act. Or confused about her sexuality. That was crazy.

Or was it? Maybe last night had made her realize what she really wanted.

His heart sank, his gut felt like he’d swallowed a rock. Was that what she meant?

Hell, he knew she’d been annoyed lately about how much he was working. She just didn’t get it. But with a little pinch of guilt, he recognized that he hadn’t been available. She’d wanted to talk and he hadn’t. Talking about feelings and crap like that just wasn’t something he enjoyed. If things were going okay, things were going okay. It was as simple as that. And he’d thought things were going okay, apart from this stressful interval while he got this project launched.