Mixed Connection (Cypress Lake Reunion #1)

23. Chapter 23

23

I never want space again.

Bulldozer

Good, because I don’t plan on giving you any.

We barely make it up the stairs before he’s lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against him the best I can before his lips are on mine again. Fuck he feels so good. Everywhere his hands touch my body responds with growing heat and moans fall from my mouth.

He pushes the door closed behind us and locks it with one hand before it’s back on me. Grabbing handfuls of my ass he walks us to the bedroom. I untie my shirt and drop it on the chair nearby. Next, I’m tugging at the back of his shirt wanting it off so I can feel more of him. Needing to feel more of his skin on mine. He lets me pull his shirt off and I throw it to the side, not caring where it falls as he devours my mouth. He backs into the room and I prepare myself to be put down but he turns, placing my feet on the floor as he backs up towards the bed and looks at me with hooded eyes filled with lust. “On your knees, Cassidy.”

I comply quickly, dropping to my knees in front of him as my mouth waters at the thought of pleasuring him. I drop my head back and take in his form from this angle. He looks like a Greek god dipped in gilded onyx. My heartbeat picks up at the sight of him as he pulls his belt free from his pants in one swift movement. Why is that so hot? The anticipation skyrockets my heartbeat. My fingers flex at the need to unbutton his pants but he does it for me. Slowly unzipping, he pushes his pants down his legs and is left in nothing but a deep-green boxer brief. His erection is thick and pulses beneath his grip as he strokes himself through the material. “Show me how sorry you are, pretty girl.”

He peels his boxers off and his cock springs free as he leans back against the bed, I crawl closer to him. Taking him in my hand, I stroke his thick shaft slowly and watch as a small bead of pre-cum shows. I swirl my tongue around his head, tasting its salty flavor before I lick him from the base of his shaft back to the tip. Taking him deep in my mouth, I hollow out my cheeks and enjoy the feeling of fullness.

“Fuck, Cassidy, you feel so good.” His words spur me on as I suck him deep into my mouth. His cock bumps the back of my throat and I swallow it down greedily, hearing him take in a quick breath. His moan follows and I continue, softly gripping his balls, kneading them as I bob my lips on his dick. I take him in deeper as his hands find my hair, gripping it and pulling me free of him. “If you keep this up I won’t last another minute.”

“Mm, we always have round two.” His grip loosens slightly and I take him in my mouth again as he hisses from the sensitivity. “Please,” I beg him, it’s the only word I can find to express the deep need I have for him at this moment. The want I’ve been holding on to has been building since the first night I danced with him.

He doesn’t wait for me to beg before he stands, lifting me from under my arms and tossing me onto the bed. His hands find the buttons of my jeans and make quick work of unzipping them as he slides them with my panties over my hips. His gaze starts at my full breasts that sag slightly to the sides from their weight to my soft belly as it flares to my wide hips. I’d close my legs if I was a shy woman, but I’m not. I’m proud of my body and watching him fully take me in turns me on even more, so I spread my thighs further apart.

An invitation.

That’s all it takes for his control to crumble and his mouth is on me. Drinking in my juices as his tongue laps at me, fucking me with it. I’m ready for him and thank God he knows it. He climbs up my body, kissing every space he can. He kisses my ankles and up my calves, biting at my thigh as if he didn’t just feast on me like a starved man. He places soft, wet kisses on my stomach before grabbing handfuls of my breasts, taking each one into his mouth. He sucks in my brown areola and before he moves over to the next one, he thrusts into me. Slow and deep, he eases into my wet heat, filling me, and my mouth drops open in ecstasy.

“Just. Like. That, take every single inch of me.” He pushes deeper on every word until my clit is pressed against him and he grinds into me.

I lose sense of space and time at the feeling of him. He works my breasts, massaging and kissing them. Nipping softly at my nipples as he thrusts into me. Every single inch of him feels like forgiveness, feels like an awakening. He lifts my leg, placing it over his shoulder for a better angle, and the action crumbles my resolve. My orgasm builds with each thrust until he brings one of his hands down, pinching my clit and sending me sailing over the edge.

“Oh my God, Jameson.”

His thrusts become rampant as he pumps into me, finding his own release as I climb to another one. My next orgasm is quick, hitting me and breaking me into a million pieces. His weight drops on top of me, kissing me gently before he rolls off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and cleans me up before I go to relieve myself. When I walk out of the bathroom his eyes are on the clock.

“We gotta get ready, Baby. Can’t have you missing the party you’re throwing.”

We both shower quickly, not able to keep our hands to ourselves but knowing time is no longer on our side. I make quick work of diffusing my hair and pinning the front up. My curls at the top fall to the sides, framing my face, while the back stays full and long.

I see Jameson’s gaze follow my movements as I pull on the wrap dress I set out earlier this morning. I wasn’t fully certain what I wanted to wear tonight and I’m glad I have a back-up option, considering my top and jeans are now laying haphazardly on the floor. It’s a deep emerald green with a low v-neck, showing my ample cleavage and tying at the smallest part of my waist. There is a small pull on the side that allows me to gather up the fabric, giving it a more sexy look and an overall more flattering fit on my body. Adjusting the front wrap, I smooth it down. It didn’t look like much on the hanger but adding my curves into the mix, I look like a vixen. That’s exactly how I feel when I catch Jameson’s eyes still on me from the mirror I’m standing in front of.

His head hangs low, his eyes watching me as his deep-brown locs hang in his face. He rolls his shoulders back, the muscles there tensing and moving as he takes long purposeful steps. Eating up the space between us, my eyes devour him as I watch him approach me from behind in the floor-length mirror. There is a glint in his eyes that forces me to keep contact. Fuck, this man is incredible and I’m trying not to drool on myself.

He stands behind me now, grabbing my hips and pulling me into him so I’m standing between his legs. My chest rises faster as he reaches his arm around my chest, wrapping it along the front of my throat as he cups my shoulder, securing me in place. Hugging me as he pulls me against him, leaving no room between us. The feel of our bodies pressed together does delicious things to me even after he thoroughly ravaged me less than an hour ago.

I can feel a thrum pulsing low in my core as his locs fall forward cascading like a curtain, the heat from his body warming me. My breathing completely stops as a warm breath coasts on the shell of my ear, followed by his nose skimming the curve of it, and I shudder with anticipation. His other hand wraps around me and he palms the softness of my stomach, pulling me deeper into him. At that moment the length of him presses against my ass while he grazes his teeth where my shoulder and neck meet, and my body goes molten when he bites down and sucks.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts.” His hand ghosts along where my thighs touch, inching closer to my pussy that is already growing wet for him. He runs his thumbnail up my slit on the top of my burgundy mesh panties and the sensation steals any thoughts I was contemplating. His laugh is a deep chuckle as he whispers in my ear, “You look like Christmas, maybe I should unwrap you.”

Fucking hell. I want nothing more than for this man to do just that. My head drops back leaning against his hard chest and I moan at his exploration of my body. His fingers dip inside my panties then, giving me a long stroke, then he fills me with one of his long, thick digits. He tsks at me when my eyes close and I snap them open just as he says, “You know I like you keeping those eyes on me, Cassidy.”

I meet his gaze in the mirror and watch as he swirls his fingers along my clit. His eyes meet mine at the same time as he pulls his hand free of my panties, righting them before he swirls his tongue around the same finger covered in my juices.

“Get your shoes on and let’s get out here before I strip you bare and fuck you senseless again.” His voice is low and husky. He slaps my ass and I yelp from the sharp, brief pain, happily doing just as he says.

By the time we make it downstairs, the night is in full swing. Thank God for business partners who think ahead. Paloma and Brianna have the drinks flowing for the bride-to-be, Candice, and her sister, as well as all the other bridesmaids.

The girls are all dancing, enjoying the music as they sway and throw their hands in the air. Dancing in the library just like she asked, and I couldn’t be happier that we were able to make it happen.

As Jameson wraps his arm around me, pulling me near to him, I realize this is what I have been waiting for my entire life. My friends and the man of my dreams. I just didn’t realize they were all so close to me. This is exactly where I am meant to be. He hands me a Long Island iced tea, kissing me gently on the neck as he whispers his I love you’s in my ear. Something I don’t think I will ever tire of hearing. I turn to him, “I love you so much, Jameson.” And kiss him back.

I never need confirmation I’m his first choice when I’m the only one he’s looking at.

Paloma pulls me away from him, tugging my arms as she brings us both to the center of the bachelorette party and we dance the rest of the night away. At least as long as Jameson can keep his hands off me. I smile to myself knowing I’m in for a long night and a whirlwind of a lifetime.