Page 8 of Missed Communication
I shamelessly admit, “I don’t care how you fuck me, I just need your cock. Every time I sit tomorrow, I want to feel an ache from you making me come so hard that I scream.”
He hums in approval. “I thought you wanted to keep quiet.”
“Fuck it. If Livy hears, she hears.”
“I’m not going to stop until you beg me to.”
“I don’t beg,” I chuckle.
“Maybe not, but you’re not going to toss me away in the morning because you didn’t ask for what you want. You need me to claim all of your holes tonight? I’ll happily oblige. But I also have no problem ruining you to the point that you’ll never be satisfied by another man.”
“Big promises from someone who only made me come once.” I’m playing with fire, but it’s entirely too fun teasing him.
“I only make promises I intend to keep.”
I expect him to lose control, slam this thick cock into me. Instead, he lowers his mouth to my back, pressing a soft kiss in the center, then licks up my spine. I can’t recall a single time a man has done that. It feels incredibly intimate, making this a very dangerous situation given my hormone levels.
“You enjoy being a greedy little slut for me, don’t you? Thinking you hold the power because you’re beautiful and irresistible?” Sliding his hand into my hair, he gently tugs, then whispers beside my ear, “You’re both, but you’re going to let me play with you until your sweet, tight pussy knows I’m in charge—not you. Remember your colors, you may need them tomorrow during panels when you start craving me.”
Jamie peppers soft kisses along my shoulder, then nips at my ear as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit. My entire core is hungry for him, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It could be how this is forbidden—well, maybe not forbidden per se, but what man in their mid-twenties is really into someone a decade older than them? Better yet, a divorcée who is also in the middle of IVF because they’re over men?
As he slides inside me, one torturous inch at a time, I cry out in pleasure. This man is about to make good on his promise and wreck me, make me crave his touch for the remainder of the summit. I shouldn’t let him.
“Hard and fast,” I manage, needing anything other than sweet, sensual sex.
“I’ll work you up to it.” As he pulls out, I gasp at the emptiness, already missing the feel of him inside me. “But that’s not what you want, is it?” Shame washing over me, I can’t speak it. “Let me take care of you. If I’m too rough, or you need more, tell me.”
Wrapping his arm around my middle, he sits back on his heels and pulls me against his chest. The swift motion has his cock slipping back inside me, and at this angle he’s not as deep as before but I’m still so deliciously full. He reaches lower, teasing my clit with his talented fingers, and I shamelessly whimper at his touch. My head falls back onto his shoulder, savoring the feel of his strong hands on me. I can’t remember the last time I truly gave up control and let a man play with me like this. While it feels amazing, it’s scary at the same time.
As he lowers his mouth to my neck, he presses a soft kiss, his mustache tickling a little. Murmuring against my skin, he praises, “You’re being such a good girl for me. I knew you didn’t want it hard and fast. Now let me feel you come all over my cock before I ruin this tight little cunt.”
4
Jamie
As if on command, Aubrey’s pussy strangles my cock, and her sweet moans are loud enough that there’s no way Olivia didn’t hear. I graze my teeth along her neck where I’d love to mark her, but if I dared, she’d likely end this before it even had a chance to begin. The thought of leaving a pretty little bruise on the side of her throat has my cock leaking precum into the condom. One day, I’ll be able to claim her properly. For now, I’ll need to settle for making good on my promise, ruining her so the moment she considers letting another man touch her after tonight, she’ll think of me. I never explicitly told her I was up for a one-night stand, and now that I’ve tasted her, felt her walls flutter around my cock, heard her sweet whimpers as I took her over the edge… I’m a man on a mission, even if it feels futile.
Aubrey will want to dissociate or run away from this intense connection that I’ve ever felt with anyone before. Throughout college, I was busy working full-time while finishing my degree—there was no time for dating. It wasn’t until I finished my graduate degree a few years ago that I dipped my toe in the water. I’ve never had an issue getting women’s attention, but finding someone who matches me intellectually and doesn’tsubscribe to traditional gender norms feels impossible most days. I want to build an empire with someone by my side. It’s probably what drew me to Aubrey before I even met her.
Except that’s not what she wants. I’m confident the only reason she asked me to rail into her like a damn jackrabbit is because she wants to keep this as casual as possible.
Not on my watch.
I slide my slick hand up to her taut nipple, gently pinching, and she lets out a satisfied sigh as I press a soft kiss to her neck. She grips my wrist to slide my hand higher to her throat. Everything about her is unexpected and only makes the need to keep her after this exponentially worse. It’s absurd to even consider—we don’t even know each other. It’ll take more than my cock to win her over, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge.
I’m aching to fill her, and some feral part of me wants to rip this condom off and impregnate her myself. It’s completely irrational, not only because she’s likely already pregnant, but because I’d never want to trap her that way. My own mother never knew the true identity of my father until he made international news, but would he have ever run for political office if he knew he knocked up a woman he knew for one night? He could’ve asked her to get an abortion, insisted she move to Puerto Rico, or even put his career on hold. All of those options would’ve changed my own political trajectory, and never would’ve led me to this moment right now. I don’t want Aubrey to have to face any of that.
I gently squeeze the sides of her neck, loving the feel of her swallowing against my palm, but when I come with her, I don’t want it to be like this, needing real connection. Pulling back, I help her twist until she’s facing me. Her cheeks are flushed, hairmussed, looking beautifully fucked even if I haven’t properly taken care of her yet. As much as I want to hear her scream my name, she’s right that we have to be careful with Governor Harris next door and the possibility that anyone could be walking by as I take her over the edge again.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll find someone else that will,” she grumbles but with little malice behind it.
The taunt pulls me from admiring the goddess beneath me, and I sling one of her legs over my hip, sliding inside her again. Needing to squash her bratty comments, I pin her hands above her head with one of mine and kiss her. She feels too good, a perfect fit, too much like… mine. I shake the thought away, slowly rocking in and out of her tight pussy that’s still fluttering from her orgasm. Her kisses become more urgent as she begins to struggle against my hold. Until she utters yellow or red, I’m not going to stop or give her the quickie she’s demanded.
I thrust deeper, harder, but resist picking up my pace, using her body’s response as a guide. Sure, she could try to fake it, but now that I know how it feels when she comes on my fingers, tongue, and cock, she’d have to put on a real performance to pull it off. She wraps her legs around me, and I manage to get deeper, trusting her labored breath as my gauge to continue.
I don’t tear my mouth from hers until I’m close, then whisper beside her ear, “You feel so good, baby. I warned you, I only make promises I can keep, so even if I come, I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me again.”
“Harder, Jamie.” My name comes out as a whimper and, fuck, it’s nearly my undoing.
