Kelly Jamieson - Breakaway

“Baby, you are so hot,” he whispered, his mouth sliding over her cheek and jaw. “So fucking hot.”

“Mmmmm.” She tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck and he tasted her with his tongue, so sweet, sucked her flesh gently into his mouth, then licked again. She shivered in his arms. “So are you.”

“Hot for you .”

She smiled then, opening her eyes. “Oh please.”

“What?” He frowned at her.

“You can do better than that.”

She was teasing him, the little witch, eyes sparkling, mouth curved appealingly. He shook his head. “Okay.” He nuzzled between her breasts. “Your breasts are perfection. I love your nipples, how little and sharp they are, how sensitive…” He nipped at one with his lips and she gasped. “How pretty.”

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted closed and he sucked on the other nipple.

“You make my balls feel like they’re going to explode. My cock is so hard I could take a slap shot with it.”

She giggled. “I can’t quite picture that. You’re big, but not that big.”

He laughed too, then rolled to his back, taking her with him, and laid a small smack onto her pretty ass.

Her head jerked up. “Hey!”

“You deserve a spanking,” he said, giving her another tap on the butt. “For making fun of me. I was trying to be sincere.”

She moaned. Whoa. Kinda sounded as if she liked those little love taps.

Her body stretched out over his felt so good, soft and warm and silky, and she rolled her hips against him. She was turned-on. His dick surged. This was gonna be fun.

He lifted her easily by her hips, holding her above him until she was positioned over his cock, which sought out her pussy like a divining rod, quivering and throbbing. Then he lowered her onto him, slowly, again cautious of how big he was and how small she was and how this position would make her take him even deeper.

Eyes closed, she moaned and whimpered as he filled her. Hot, wet velvet closed around him, so goddamn sweet he almost couldn’t bear it, the look on her face pure ecstasy, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts and squeeze. Ah, hell.

He shoved into her, fucking her sweet pussy in a frenzy of lust, but then he stopped, gasping for breath. He needed to make sure she was coming. Had to.

He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, fingers tangled in the tiny puff of curls there.

“Yes,” she whispered, still caressing her breasts. So hot. “Yes, right there.”

He fought back his own rising orgasm, ready to detonate if she moved even the tiniest…bit…god.

Remi was close. So close. Everything inside her pulled up and tightened and twisted in near painful ecstasy.

She heard bells ringing.

She rode Jason, sliding her hands into her hair, her breasts rising, Jason’s fingers working magic on her clit. So close.

The ringing sang in her ears again. “Jesus,” Jason said. “Is that your doorbell?”

“No. Don’t be silly.”

She shifted forward, frowning, trying to pick up that feeling again.

A loud pounding reverberated through the house.

“It is the door,” Jason gasped, hands on her waist. Remi paused, breathing hard.

“No. It’s my heart. Feel it.” She took his hand and pressed it to her left breast and he made a noise deep in his throat.

The hammering sounded again, this time accompanied by shouting voices.

Remi paused again. Dammit! Now it was gone, the elusive orgasm. Although, it was her third of the night.

What was going on?

“There’s someone at your door!”

“There can’t be.” She squinted at the clock beside the bed. “It’s three a.m. Who would…?” She clapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh dear god!”

“What?” Jason’s brows snapped together. He was still hard inside her.

Remi’s mind scrambled. She rolled off Jason and off the bed, eyes darting around the room for something to put on. She scooped up Jason’s shirt from the floor. It was so big she couldn’t find the armholes and she started toward the door as she fought her way into it.

“Remi, who is it?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Jason getting out of bed too, and the sight of his body, all bronze skin and incredible muscles, slowed her feet and distracted her for a couple of heartbeats. He grabbed for his pants and started jumping into them as he crossed the room.

Remi hurried down the hall to the front door, which vibrated under intense, rapid percussion again. She heard a feminine voice calling, “Remi! Are you in there? Remi!”

She peeked out the window and saw—oh god—Delise standing there with two uniformed police officers. Blue and red lights flashed from a car parked at the curb in front of her house. Remi thunked her forehead against the door, hand on the deadbolt, and drew in a long breath. This could not be happening. Could. Not.

She twisted the lock and opened the door just as Jason arrived behind her, chest bare, pants undone, hair standing on end.

The police and Delise burst into the small foyer.

“Remi! Oh, thank god, you’re okay!” Delise turned to Jason and her mouth parted and she blinked. “Uh….”

“Delise, I’m fine.”

Remi turned to the police officer, her cheeks scorching. “I’m so sorry, Officers, everything is fine.”

“Uh huh.”

Remi stacked one bare foot on top of the other, glad Jason’s shirt covered her to her knees, and wrapped her arms around herself. “Delise! Was this really necessary?”

Delise snapped her mouth shut and swiveled her gaze to Remi. “I told you I would call you! Where’s your cell phone?”

Remi swallowed and rolled her lips in. “Um…in my purse. In the living room.”

Delise pursed her lips and planted her hands on her hips. “Remi, I can’t believe you! I said I’d call and you’d better answer and…”

“I know, I know, but I forgot all about that and we were…um…kind of busy.” She tried to ignore the smirks on the faces of the policemen. “But I’m okay, truly.”

“I guess we can go, then,” one officer said.

“I am so sorry,” Delise said to them. “But I really thought…she’d left with a stranger and we’d arranged…well…thank you.”

“Hey,” said the other officer, looking at Jason. “Aren’t you…”

“No,” Jason said firmly, turning away. Remi shot a glance at him as the officers shrugged and left. As she closed the door, she saw with relief they’d turned off the flashing lights. What would the neighbors think? Lord!

She turned back to Delise and Jason, both eyeing each other and giving each other tight smiles.

“I’ll go home now,” Delise said. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but dammit, Remi…”

“I know. I know.” She held up a hand. “I take responsibility. You did say that and I just forgot. I never thought you’d actually call the police, though!”

“I’ve been phoning you for the last two hours! I started calling an hour after you left and…well, that was fast work is all I can say.”

Jason grinned.

Remi’s insides shook and burned. “I’m sorry, Delise.”

She hugged her friend, then watched her out the window as she got into her car and drove away. She again turned back to face Jason. “I am so sorry,” she whispered, putting her hands to her mouth.

“Yeah. Well. Maybe I’d better go.”

She wanted to protest, but clamped her mouth shut and followed him back to the bedroom where the rest of his clothes were. She pulled out her thick, white terry robe and replaced Jason’s shirt with it. Reluctantly she handed the shirt over to him. Silky soft, it smelled delicious, like him, warm male and spicy shower gel.

When he’d finished dressing, having stuffed his tie into his suit pocket, he paused. “I’ll need to call a taxi.”