In-laws or Dating 2

Stella

I sputter and my eyes widen "W-what?" I ask Jamie. I can't imagine I've not thought or fantasized about sex with Jamie. And hearing him say this right now, just intensifies those fantasies in my head.Sex with Jamie would be sex like I’d never known. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It would shatter every preconceived notion of who I was and mold me into something darker, more depraved. I wanted it all.

"Fuck, I know it's wrong but, I can't stop thinking about you, Stella." He breathed softly.

"Jamie, you're married to my cousin." It's not like he needed the reminder, he was wearing her ring for goodness sake.    He lets out a strained chuckle, "Trust me, I know. You don't have to remind me." Oh God, I'm not strong enough to decline if he makes a move on me. "Then why are you here, Jamie?" Cersei may be a bitch, but she's my family. And I don't care how hot her husband is, I'm not sleeping with him.    "Because for whatever reason there is, I can't stop the image of you coming apart on my fingers, from playing in my head." He takes slow steps towards me and I do the opposite till I'm backed up against the wall. "I loved watching you cum undone. And the way you clenched around my fingers when I talked dirty to you - fuck, Stella I've not been able to stop thinking about that night." He purred.    I gulp, "Jamie, that was months ago. And you can't talk to me this way, I'm your sister-in-law!" I try to move away from the corner I'm backed into but his hands grip my waist possesively, holding me in place.   "I don't care if it's been a year! Stella I can't stop thinking of you. I know it's wrong and hell may not accept my damned soul, but at least I got to experience your touch before being cast to the deepest parts of hell." He whispers gently as his eyes glittered with danger. I can feel my stomach doing flips at his tender words. My heart and insides pleaded silently for his touch or a soft graze to ease the ache between my thighs.

"Jamie this is wrong. Cersei is your wife and my c-"

"Do you want me?" He asks, cutting me offI run a hand across my face. This close proximity is getting to me "Doesn't matter, we can't."

He steps closer, removing the little space left between us. "That's not what I asked. Do. You. Want. Me?" He places his mouth on my neck, peppering it with kisses after each word. Oh Lord "Y-yes I do," I utter weakly.   "I want to make you feel good. Would you like that, Stella?" He wraps his hand around my throat and kisses from my neck along my cheek.A small uncontrollable moan manages to leave my lips, "Yes, yes I'd like it a lot." I answer.    He grazed my skin with his nose before he sank his teeth into the side of my neck—punishing and marking me at the same time."I'm going to enjoy pleasing this gorgeous body." He whispers "Take it off, all of it." He commands

Jamie has always been dominant. His dominant aura was the first thing I noticed when I met him for the first time at the club that night. I remember how he made me watch him eat me out with the promise of stopping once I looked away.I take my dress off and then my bra and then underwear just like he told me to. His eyes roam my body and I want to hide from them. But there was something about being completely open and exposed for Jamie to see that was like a drug. The way he studied every inch of my body like his favourite view, gave me a high that I've never experienced.

"Fuck, you're magnificent." He praises "Thank you, sir." I smirk

"Don't tease me, Stella. Get on the bed, on all fours, Now." He commands and I obey I watch him take his clothes off, leaving only his boxers before I bend over in front of him, wanting to tease him.

I smirk at my devious plan and I'm not disappointed with his reaction when he sees me. "Like this?" I ask, playing coy.

"Fuck, yes just like that baby." He walks closer to me. I feel his hands knead my each cheeks gently and what follows is the sound of his palm hitting my ass.   I moan and bite on my lower lip, "Would you like to count after every spank?" I shake my head no, but it doesn't seem to be a sufficient answer for him because he spanks me again. Harder this time. "Use your words, baby." He rubs his hands over the aching cheek, soothing the ache.

"No, please I don't want to count." I exclaim

"What do you want?" He asks

"I want you to touch me. Please, Jamie." I beg Still in that position, I feel two of his fingers delve into my wetness and I let out a loud moan. The intrusion was unexpected and sweet. My hands shake and my support falters, I pull the closest pillow and use it to support my weight while Jamie continues his sweet torture.

He adds another finger and I gasp, "Please don't stop." I turn my head so I can catch a glimpse of his face.A sardonic smile. “You look so good in this position.” Warmth brushed my opening.   My heartbeat slowed.

He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, leaving a trail of wetness dripping down my thighs. His tongue replace his fingers, he buries the tip of his tongue as deep as he can inside me.Torturing me. Pleasing me. Making me moan his name until I come all over his tongue.

After the mind shattering orgasm I just experienced, it's as if time suspended for a brief, agonizing moment, just long enough for our breaths to intermingle. Then a groan shattered the spell, followed by a low curse. That was the only warning I got before Jamie flipped me around, yanked me to him and crashed his mouth down on mine.

I should push him off. We hadn’t resolved the heart of our issues yet, and kissing—or more—would only complicate things further.I should push him off. But I didn’t. Now is not the time to be thinking about Cersei.Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and succumbed to the skillful assault on my senses. The firm grip on the back of my neck. The expert pressure of his lips. The way Jamie's  body molded to mine, all hard muscle and heat. His mouth moved over mine, hot and demanding.    Pleasure fogged my senses as the rich, bold taste of him invaded my mouth.pected to find Michelangelo’s signature lurking on one of his chiseled abs. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. Bronzed skin and a faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…   Oh God. His cock jutted out, huge and hard, and the mere idea of it inside me sent twin frissons of apprehension and anticipation spiraling through my stomach. There was no way he’d fit. It was impossible.

When I finally dragged my gaze back up to his, his eyes were already focused on me, dark and smoldering with banked heat. A molten flame dripped down my spine when he spun me around so his erection dug into my lower back. I got up from the bed and reached out stroke his cock. My breaths turned shallow as he pulled me to the bed. He sat, and I stood between his legs, waiting to see what he wanted. I would do it all, anything he told me to. Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive.

His palms skimmed my legs, touching me all over until he found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. His hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn’t know what I would do if I could never feel them again.He tugged the backs of my knees, pulling me closer until I straddled him.

Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat.

We breathed each other’s air for a moment before he leaned in and ran his lips down the length of my throat. “You smell so good,” he rasped. His scruff tickled my neck as he trailed downward past my collarbone and then pressed his face into my breasts. “And fuck, these tits.” He ran a thumb across the goose bumps on my arm. “Cold?”

I shook my head, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “Nervous.”

He ran a finger across my back, his eyes darkening as I straddled him topless with my nothing around my waist. “Why?”

My hands slid downward, his abs tightening under my touch, to even lower. I traced his belt buckle with a finger. “I want to do something,” I whispered. The insinuation that I wanted to please him, to taste him, was heavy and thick in the air.

His gaze immediately flicked to my face.     Nerves danced in my veins as I began to undo his belt. He tensed. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his body and my lips to his neck. God, he smelled so good it made me dizzy. I nuzzled him, trying to soak it all up.

His hand cupped the back of my head, sliding downward to my nape. “Why would that make you nervous?”

I swallowed. “Because I haven’t done it before.”

I tried to slide backward to my knees in front of the bed, but he suddenly grabbed me by a fistful of hair. His gaze swam with turmoil and disbelief.

“You’re lying.” His voice was sharp.

I laughed weakly, though in truth his words pierced my chest. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough that I’m not.” I was so nervous it vibrated beneath my skin. My hands were clammy, and I fought not to wipe them on my sheets. Like an idiot, I wondered how many blowjobs this man had gotten and from how many experienced women.

His thighs spread further, a hand running across his mouth while the other clamped into a fist on the headrest.

My mouth watered as I rubbed my face, my lips, all over him. I drew my tongue out and licked him like an experiment. I did it again, all the way from the base to the top. His stomach tightened, a quiet groan escaping him. His reaction was so hot that a hum of satisfaction traveled up my throat as I gave him little licks everywhere, not missing a spot.

“Quit playing with it,” he said harshly.Jeez, he was moody about his blowjobs.

I shot him a narrowed gaze.

“Suck,” he demanded.

In an unhealthy way, his bossy tone sent a warm wave between my legs. I obeyed, running my tongue around the head before sucking it into my mouth.

His head fell back with a “Fuck, that’s it.”

My breasts rubbed against his thighs, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him again, taking more in my mouth and gliding up and down.

“Just like that,” he hissed, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. He moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, and deeper into my mouth every time. “Look at me,” he ordered roughly.

My gaze flicked to him.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

When he pushed himself deep enough it hit the back of my throat, I gagged and my eyes watered. With a groan, he pulled me away from him. His breaths came out heavy as he rested his head against the bed frame and watched me with a half-lidded gaze.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Gonna come,” was all he said.My brows pulled together. “That was quick.”I meant it as I wasn’t ready to be done, but as soon as I said it I realized it sounded like he was a two-pump chump.

He let out a laugh. “I’m going to fuck you hard for that.”

I flushed.

"Stand up." As soon as I straddled him, his mouth latched onto my breast. Fever consumed me, a shot pouring straight in my bloodstream. He touched me, rough and urgent, and it only fed the fire.

My hands buried in his hair as he sucked and nipped on my breasts, on my throat and neck. He squeezed and smacked my ass, grinding me against his erection.

I rolled my hips, slow and lazy at first. The soreness was like standing near a fire that was a bit too hot but you’d die without its warmth. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my face into his neck.

A shiver rolled through me, pressure and heat sparking as I ground my clit against his pelvis. His hands ran down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against him. I was only rubbing myself against him, not fucking him yet, but he didn’t seem to mind.The sensation of him deep and still inside of me drove me to the edge. An mmm sound escaped me as I rose an inch and then slid back down.

“Fuck, those noises.” He captured the next one in his mouth. His palms ran to my ribs, spanning my waist. A shudder rolled under his skin as I began to slowly move up and down.

Rough hands held me tightly.

Teeth nipped my jaw.

Lips ran up my neck before pressing to my ear.

“You gonna keep this pussy from me again?”I shook my head.

“Because it’s mine?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He groaned from his throat before grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me hard. Wet and messy. Wild and rough. And then slow, wet glides and licks, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth. Warmth spilled into my chest and spread outward.

He let me get used to fucking him before his hands started moving me up and down. Sweet, hot pressure began to build. I moaned in his mouth. He kissed me and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe anything but him.    When his head lowered and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, the pressure boiled over. A shudder shook me as pleasure burst and finally dissipated. My breath came out heavy and erratic, my forehead resting on his.

His body tensed, and his hands tightened on my waist as he rocked me.

“Ask me to come inside you.”

“Please come inside me,” I sighed against his lips.

He pressed his face against my throat, let out a masculine groan that sent goose bumps down my body, and bit my neck hard enough it would leave a mark.

I sat there with my arms around his shoulders, my breath fanning his throat. His presence soaked through my skin with each inhale. His touch and taste and smell sank so deep they filled the cracks of my heart. He was becoming a drug, an addiction I would have to feed every day. From the recent hit, euphoria filled my veins and relaxed my limbs.

He kissed me until my heartbeat throbbed between my legs. A frenzy burned through my blood. I pressed my body to his, raked my blunt nails down his stomach and tugged at his beautiful hair. He made a rough sound in his throat, but his lips began to slow against mine. When I realized he was pulling away, I moaned in frustration.

He was an infatuation, a craving, a need, and I was sure it was unrequited.