Keeping You: KJ Elite Inc. (23 page)

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, her scent enslaves me yet again. The very reason I call her sugar; she smells like sugar cookies and freshly brewed coffee. God, her delicious scent. So sweet but that tang of black coffee that gives you a warning. The scent of her makes my dick pulse. Her hips respond as she grinds against me letting a soft moan escape her lips.

“Put me down for a second.” She whispers in my ear.

Jamie smiles, sliding down to the ground to strip her tank top off slowly. She backs up a step to ensure I can see everything she’s doing to torment me. Her mouth partially open she breathes deeply as she slowly slides her tiny shorts to the ground.  I can’t stand it anymore and decide I’m taking over again just as her soft hands move down my stomach and she pops the button on my jeans. Giving her space, I lace my hands behind my head and lean back a little.

“Be my guest, sugar.”

It’s dark so I can’t see her face any longer but I can tell she’s nibbling her cheek. The fly drops and she grips the waistband of my jeans, tugging them to the ground roughly. I’ve got nothin’ else on underneath so I revel in her exclamation when she finds me ready and waiting. 

The surprise is my own when her hands wrap around my dick and stroke it firmly.

My hips jut out without thought. “Holy shit.” She’s growing bolder. Her touch ignites me and sends vibrations through my entire body.  As she begins to stroke me firmly the sensation ignites me and has me rushing toward release. I don’t want her to let go but I don’t want this to be over before it’s started, either. She delicately fingers the hoop hanging off the head of my cock, intrigued and curious and pauses to my chagrin.

“It doesn’t hurt.” I tell her, gripping her waist, flexing my fingers.

She pauses two seconds and it feels like an eternity so I take control once more. I notice she’s cocky because she’s still covered by her itty bitty, barely there bikini.

Now I’ve got to show her.

I slide my hands between her legs and pick her up by her thighs until her waist is even with my face. Thanks to all the rehab my strong arms pin her against the back of my house and I use my teeth to pull on the sides of her bikini, undoing the neat little bows tied to keep her bottoms on. First the left, then the right until I move my mouth to the center and lightly catch the fabric in my teeth to pull it down and away. She gasps and squirms.

I lean in just close enough that a hot breath at the apex of her legs has her breathing turning erratic. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I tease her with a flick of my tongue.

“I can’t wait to taste you on my lips, sugar.”

As if she knows what I’m thinking she reaches behind her and releases her top, dropping it carelessly to the ground.  As the moonlight glistens on her perfect tits, my hands cup her succulent ass. I slowly slide her to the ground and her thighs frame either side of my cock. I feel the heat from inside her against my body and I pull her face into mine for another kiss. I grab her by the waist lifting her gently off her feet and walk two steps back into the pool plunging us both into the warm water.  As we come back up she pulls me against her kissing my neck and chest. 

I whisper in her ear, “Are you ready?” and push her away.

“No.” She shakes her head.

She reaches for me again but I lift her up on the ledge so I can see her. She spreads her legs open for me, completely. I slid her legs over my shoulders and pull her right to the ledge for easier access. As the cold air hits her wet body she cringes with goosebumps until my warm tongue begins to lick the inside of her thighs.  She leans back on her hands as I kiss and suck my way up her legs. As I reach her hot center I hover momentarily staring at her closed eyes and mouth open in anticipation.  My warm breath makes her shudder again and moan quietly.  I lean back in and spread her lips with my tongue.

Jamie’s hands fly to my hair and she convulses grinding her pelvis into my mouth begging for more. Fuck, I love the way she tastes. She’s soaking wet and it has nothing to do with the pool. The taste on my tongue is exclusively Jamie.

“Noah,” she mutters with each heavy breath.  My name from her mouth is turning me on so bad it is almost too much. I slide one finger inside her hot entrance, sucking on her clit greedily. A nip here and a lick there. Had I even tried, I know there would have been no easing in to this. I need Jamie and I’m taking her right here, right now.

“Noah, I want you.” Jamie panted.

That was it. That was all it took. I pulled my hands away, while still lapping at her, to take my piercing out.

Through her whimpering and mewling, I devoured her for another five minutes, through one orgasm, before Jamie pushed forward and slid into the water.

“What do you want, sugar?” I whispered to her.

“I want you.” She says meekly, latching her legs around my waist and capturing my mouth in hers.

I’m so fucking hard it’s a wonder I’m not sinking.

“Say it, Jamie.”

She bit her lip and put her forehead on mine.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah.”

No amount of control could have kept me from plowing deep into her after hearing those words fall from her mouth. By some cosmic gift I managed to take it slow and easy. Pushing Jamie up against the wall of the pool, I gripped her thighs and found her entrance easily.

“You ready?” I asked huskily.

Her nails dug into my shoulders again and she buried her face in my neck, nodding emphatically.

“Fuck me, now.”

I know that Jamie is tight so I can’t just thrust into her without hurting her. I’m too big to go diving into Jamie without making sure she’s ready.

The head of my dick sinks into her an inch at a time, ready to pop off after the first. After a few inches, I selfishly surge forward with one deep thrust and holy fucking Christ.

The unmistakable feeling of her hymen tearing as I push through it mixed with her soft cry, shocks me into halting.

“Jamie?!” I pant, trying not to yell at her.

Her nails are embedded in my shoulders even deeper than before and she arches her back as she softly screams.  She starts rocking her hips slowly bringing me in and out, sliding almost all the way off then all the way back down.  She feels so amazing on my cock, I grab her by her bony hips and I pick up the pace. Jamie’s throaty moans only accelerate the fire in my balls as they slam against her over and over.  I can feel Jamie’s hot pussy getting tighter as she builds to climax again and I can’t take it any longer.

“Jamie. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” My toes curl and I pound into her, pulling her up and back down seating her fully.

Jamie screams out my name as her pussy clenches around me and we both lose it. I explode inside her hot walls and it sends shockwaves through my body.  As she begins to spasm the waves get stronger.  My head is spinning and my legs will barely support me as she lies her face in my neck breathing heavily.  I can hear the blood pumping in my ears as I smell the sweet scent of her skin again.

She holds onto me as the minutes pass slowly, my cock still throbbing inside of her.

The satisfaction of having been the only man she let in has me growing hard again in no time. But let’s be honest, owning her completely isn’t the only reason I want her again; Jamie is my drug of choice. Once will never be enough. I
need
to keep her in my system.

It’s about that time I realize she never told me she was a virgin
and
we didn’t use any protection. Which also has me noting that that doesn’t scare me. Not near as much as it really should.

When she finally pulls back, she looks mortified, avoiding my eyes as tears run down her cheeks. Using my thumb and fore finger, I pull her chin lightly so she’s facing me.

“Don’t hide from me. I told you that before and while I’ve been patient, I really don’t like to repeat myself, sugar.”

Her eyes finally meet mine and I can see she feels ashamed. It pisses me off and I want to fix whatever it is that put that pain and fear in her eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

She wiggles, feeling how hard I am. Now is one of those times a raging boner isn’t exactly helpful.

“Where do I start, Noah? I didn’t… I didn’t trick you.” Jamie shook her head, trying to clear it.

“Who the fuck says you tricked me?” I demanded, growing angry.

She flinched back but I turned her face to me again.

“I didn’t know that would happen. I wasn’t – I wasn’t a virgin, Noah.” Her tone is adamant but also… livid?

“What do you mean you weren’t a virgin? I’m pretty sure the blood in the water and on my dick were strong indications that you were in fact a virgin before I tore through your hymen like a bat out of Hell.”

“Please don’t make me say it.” Her voice a whisper.

“You have to, sugar. I’m sorry, but I need to know. I need to understand.”

“They fucking raped me, No! One night, when I was thirteen my pathetic excuse for a sperm donor whored me out to some disgusting fat slob who paid him for an innocent little virgin girl that he could dominate. Not that he gave two shits but his only rule was no sex til’ I turned sixteen. The guy didn’t listen and as soon as I was alone with him he threw me down and raped me after shoving his nasty dick in my mouth hoping to choke me.” She was shouting and crying hysterically and I was trying so hard not to throw her off of me and go kill someone. That might give the wrong impression, the whole throwing her part at least.

“When the guy brought me back I told
him
what happened and you know what he did? He made the guy pay another $100. That’s how much I was worth to him. My innocence and safety – my life. That was the night that Paulie punched
him
in the face and got the scar over his eyebrow. And that is one of the tamer stories I’ve got to remember every time I close my eyes.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook with a ferocious anger threatening to release the monster.

Jamie sensed something off and tried to pull away from me.

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, sugar? You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing. Do not ever apologize about that ever again. Do you understand me?” I growled.

“Y-yes.”

I nodded and turned toward the stairs.

“Noah, I can’t breathe.” She wheezed.

Jesus, I was holding her so tight it’s a miracle I didn’t crack any ribs.

Water rolled off us as I walked us out of the pool and back to the cabinet. Trying to be gentle, I slowly pull out and set Jamie back on her shaky feet. Keeping one hand to her, I reach out for a robe and wrap her in it.

“C’mon, sugar.” I murmur, dragging her through the house.

“You can turn the cameras back on again, Luke, but stay out of our bedroom or I’ll gut you six ways from Sunday.”

I don’t expect his call to respond nor do I wait for any kind of indication that he heard me. My brother was a lot of things, but suicidal isn’t one of them.

The second we cross the threshold of the bedroom, I slam the door shut and lock it. Flipping Jamie around and pushing her up against the door, I strip the robe from her none too delicately.

“This time I’m gonna do it right, sugar.”

* * *

My head and body are in two different places. My head wants to know how in the heck that just happened but my body is just telling my head to shut up and surrender to Noah. Something tells me
that
is exactly what a man like Noah needs; total surrender.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that if he asked, I’d give it to him. If he asked, I’d do anything. But in the forefront of my mind, I can’t even begin to imagine how he could or why he would want me – even the first time.

Airbrush works wonders and even in the world of perfectionist fashionista’s, bulimic models and superficial agencies; no one cares about scars on your body so long as your face is flawless, usually, and your body meets the right measurements; the rest can be covered by makeup or airbrushed.

My body is chock full of strategically placed scars. Scars well earned from fighting back and trying to run.

The night I was assaulted and defiled, he made sure to leave me with more than emotional scars. It was just a game and I was just a disposable piece. He made sure to get his full use of me, leaving no part of me untouched. When I was returned like the piece of rental property I apparently was, no one batted an eyelash at my torn clothes, swollen and bloody face or beaten and bruised body.

No one but Paulie, who tenderly pulled me through the hole in my wall. I slept in his bed that night, refusing to let even one tear escape until I lay in the safety of his arms. It wasn’t hard for him to figure it out so I told him everything; he cried with me until us both fell asleep.

Throughout the night, the swelling went down but I didn’t look much better. With a cool cloth he cleaned my face off and gently returned me back to my own bed.

Back to my own Hell.

With Paulie, it wasn’t totally about feeling safe – he was just this tall lanky kid that we both knew would have had his rear end handed to him if he went up against the sperm donor. No, with him, it was more about comfort and having someone who understood my suffering; we stuck like glue, holding one another together silently giving the other some hope of escape.