Kelly Jamieson: Breakaway

“Christ, Remi.”

The way she responded to him, like he was the hottest guy on the planet, sent his arousal zooming into the stratosphere. A fiery wave of heat cascaded over him, all his blood rushing to his cock and leaving him lightheaded. His balls drew up so hard against his body he feared they might never come down. He had to be inside her, fucking her, now.

Remi trembled and shivered and shuddered with the need to come, arching against Jason, her arms wrapped around him as tight as she could hold on. Her legs lifted and he fitted himself between them, his cock hot and hard against her belly. She moaned.

She throbbed between her legs, her pussy hot and wet and aching for him. She whimpered.

Burning with pleasure, pulsing with need, she arched her back. He shifted up, his mouth leaving her breasts where he had left tingling magic and sensual shivers and she loved, loved, loved the feel of him against her, how hot and hard and big he was.

This couldn’t be happening.

But it was.

She sank into the bed, absorbing the feel of Jason’s fever-hot skin against hers, the weight of him, the taste of him when she opened her mouth over the skin of his shoulder. She licked him, sucked him, kissed him, drawing a long groan from him.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Jesus.” He rose up, took his cock in his hand and pressed at her entrance. She wanted him inside her, but he felt so big, the blunt, round head of his cock pushing at her. She reached down between them, pushing her fingers inside herself. She was wet. So wet. She rubbed the moisture around her pussy to ease his way in and he paused, holding himself over her.

Her fingers brushed over her clit, swollen and sensitive, and she moaned.

“Oh, Remi.” He stroked up and down with the head of his cock and she felt him get slicker and wetter, sliding, and then he tried pushing into her again.

“I love that,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” He pushed deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time, agonizingly slow, tortuously sweet. He stretched her, filled her, hurt her with a delicious pain, and she widened her thighs and lifted her knees to take him deeper.

“You’re so small,” he muttered against her neck. “So tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Please.”

He went very still above her, half buried inside her. Her heart thudded, her pussy clenched and Jason groaned again. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. I can’t hold back.”

“Wait!”

He went motionless, gasping for breath. “What!”

“Condom.”

He took a breath, then another, and then rolled off her onto his back. He covered his face with one hand. “Goddammit.”

“You have to use one.”

She rolled toward him and put a hand on his chest. Jesus, she was probably crazy to be doing this, having sex with a virtual stranger, but not using a condom was out of the question. She might be a tiny bit drunk and a whole lot in lust, but common sense tapped its way through to her consciousness.

“I don’t have one.”

Now she flopped onto her back beside him.

“You don’t have a condom?” She couldn’t believe that! A good-looking guy like him, newly single, didn’t have a condom?

“I didn’t plan on something like this,” he said defensively, his hand still on his face. “Don’t you have one?”

“No.” That was almost laughable. When would she ever have sex?

She was on the Pill, so she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, so maybe…no. “No glove, no love,” she said. Then an idea popped into her head. “Hold on.” She rolled off the bed and scurried out of her bedroom, down the hall to Jasmine’s room. She’d packed everything she owned today, but maybe…just maybe… She hurried into Jasmine’s bathroom and flung open the medicine cabinet. Empty. Yanked open a drawer. A box of tampons, a stick of deodorant, a tube of lip balm…Remi dug through the contents of the drawer. A shower cap. She frowned at that and tossed it aside. And…yes! Condoms! She held up the packets triumphantly, slammed the drawer shut and ran back to her bedroom.

She held them up between two fingers as she approached the bed and Jason raised his head. “Thank Christ,” he muttered. “I did not want to drive to the nearest Walgreens.”

She laughed and tossed the packets on the bed and he reached for one, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his penis with proficient expertise.

Then he grabbed her and rolled her under him and she laughed breathlessly.

“Okay, where were we?” he murmured, kissing her mouth.

“You were about to hurt me.”

He groaned. “Oh, yeah.” And he thrust hard. She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back, her head going back. He pressed kisses to the side of her neck and drove into her, his cock hitting her cervix and making her senses leap. Pleasure-pain streaked through her, flames and chills, sizzling and shivering.

She met his every thrust, loving the heavy weight of him on her, the thick fullness of him inside her, the deepest penetration. “Jason, oh Jason. God.”

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder and he jerked hard. “Christ, Remi.” His cock twitched inside her.

And he pulled out.

“What!” She curled up, gazed up at him, at his chest heaving, face gleaming with sweat, eyes dark.

“You have to come first.”

“Oh.” She let out her breath on a whoosh. “Oh.”

He covered her pussy with his hand, cupping her, and she felt herself pulse against him. Then he stroked with his fingertips, parted her folds and found her clit. She jumped as he touched the sensitive nerve endings, fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. He stroked and rubbed, slicking up more wetness, and she quivered and strained against his touch. “Yes.” She tried to breathe. “Yes.” The faint buzzing started, the very beginning of an orgasm, spreading from his fingers down her thighs, deep inside her, building, twisting, coiling tighter, hotter, higher. More. She needed more. She needed that deeper touch, that driving pressure.

“Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his hips. She dug her fingers into the sides of his buttocks, hard and muscular, pulling him to her. Again he thrust into her and this time the penetration combined with his fingers on her clit sent her spiraling out of control, over the edge, flying.

She grabbed his ass and cried out and he held himself still against her. She felt him inside her, felt the spasms of his cock as he poured himself into her. He came inside her in long, hard spurts, holding his weight off her body, his face buried in the side of her neck.

She pulsed around him in tiny convulsions of pleasure. “Oh dear god,” she said, holding him tight. She’d just had the best sex of her life with a man she barely knew. Boring? Practical? Predictable? Ha! She’d just entered a new world, one where she was wild! Wicked. Wanton. Free.

Jason might have dozed off. He felt like he was floating, aware of his hand on the sweet curve of Remi’s backside, warm and firm, his other hand tangled in her hair. The softness of her bed cushioned his body and the scent of Remi and her sheets mingled with the warm scent of sex. He drifted on a haze of sensual pleasure. Wow.

Who would`ve thought the little blond pixie would be such a tigress in bed? She was little but strong, her appetite for sex matching his, head-on, full-frontal, burn the sheets up.

Christ, she was hot.

He hardened against her and she shifted and murmured drowsily.

He rolled her to her back and kissed her, softly at first, then hotter, harder, as she began to respond, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their tongues licked, mouths kissed and sucked and slid.