Six: Second-hand regret

Jamie’s eyes darted between a whimpering Cookie and his phone screen as it continued ringing with Chase’s name flashing on the screen.

One thing was sure_if he answered the call it wouldn’t take long for his cousin to deduce that something was wrong and he was never one to lie to Chase. He’d definitely tell him the truth and Chase would find a better alternative to what he was about to do. But staring at Cookie, with her needful eyes edging him on like she wanted him to eat her whole made it very hard to make the right decision.

After the second ring, the phone screen went off but Cookie’s hold only tightened on the lapels of his suit jacket with her legs that were wrapped around his waist impossibly getting tighter.

“Please…” she whimpered, with her pleading gaze locked on his.

A deep guttural growl rumbled deep in his chest as he tossed his phone aside and finally grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head. The lust that had been hiding within him had finally reared its head out and was ready to feast.

“I’ll give you what you want, doll, only if you’re my good girl,” he growled slowly, his lips just an inch above hers with his warm breath fanning her pouty lips.

“Okay…” Cookie nodded eagerly, ready to do whatever it’d take to get her relief.

“Come on baby, let's get you naked,” 

His words must have convinced her to unhook her legs and before Jamie could get off her, she was already taking off her crop top, followed by her mini skirt.

Jamie was stunned speechless as he watched her take off her clothes until she was left in her tiny thong. He's seen her naked before but that was about a month ago and although the memory of that night he’d rescued her at the hotel was burned in his brain, it didn’t hold a candle to the sight of the woman before him.

Her heavy luscious breasts stared back at him with their rosy pointy nipples saluting him and begging him to get a taste. Her bare creamy thighs and her sensual curves taunted him. His cock that had been hard as a rock since the moment they’d been at the club pulsated against his zipper, needing to be inside her warm heat.

As if he hasn’t been tortured enough, Cookie laid back and spread her legs wide open, planting her feet on either side of Jamie’s head. She reached for her panties and tugged them to the side, showing off her glistening pink pussy lips. Jamie couldn’t hold back the groan that slipped from his lips.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he growled, reaching down to adjust his cock before he stood to his feet and moved towards the sofa in the room, where he could still get a perfect view of Cookie, but not close enough to touch her. He was going to help her but he wouldn’t lay his hands on her. It was the best he could do.

“Doll,”

“Yeah…” Cookie’s response was instant, her dilated eyes staring at him. The once bright ocean blues had grown darker from her arousal. It was as though she was drunk on pleasure.

Jamie could only imagine what it would feel like to sink into her warm wet heat, with her slick pussy dripping on his cock. These thoughts had his cock pulsing with need, and leaking precome into his boxer briefs. Yet, he didn’t undo his zipper. Their age gap was still lingering somewhere in his head and it didn’t feel right to jerk off to her moans of pleasure and her alluring body, especially when she wasn’t in her right state of mind.

“Touch yourself for me, baby girl,”

The words came out in a voice so deep and husky that Jamie could barely recognize it as his but without hesitation, Cookie slid her fingers down her drenched slit, spreading the lips open to reveal her hard little nub and the pulsing entrance of her pussy.

At this point, Jamie could barely control the waves of lust that were sailing through him but he grabbed onto the armrest of the sofa, digging his nails into the sleek leather with clenched jaws just to hold back from going to devour her like he wanted to.

“Like this, daddy?” Cookie asked in a low voice, sounding as though she was high from the pleasure.

Jamie gulped, his eyes still glued to her pussy.

“Just like that, doll. Rub that tiny little pleasure nub,”

Cookie didn’t need much coercing to dive into it as her middle finger dipped into her slit to gather some wetness before trailing back to her clit and she began rubbing tight little circles on it. Soft urgent moans escaped her lips as she continued rubbing it, and soon her body began trembling with the need to orgasm.

The salacious sight had Jamie’s breath coming out in short pants with his cock tenting his pants to the point of pain but he still wouldn’t let his lustful instincts rule him.

“Please, daddy, let me come,” Cookie pleaded and Jamie could swear it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. Coupled with the sight of her trembling body, he knew she was ready to come undone and he growled the command she needed to get off.

“Come for me, baby girl,”

Just like that, as though her body had been lit, her back bowed off the bed, her legs that had been sagged fell to the bed and began trembling as her orgasm tore through her. A long low moan erupted from her lips and her hands slipped from her pussy as she rode the high of her orgasm while Jamie watched it all, committing the sight to memory.

A few minutes later, soft snores sailed into his ears as her breathing became even. He rose from his seat to check on her and he saw she was fast asleep. A light sheen of sweat dotted her chest and her forehead. 

Quietly, he exited the bedroom and returned a few minutes later with one of his shirts and a wet washcloth. He proceeded to clean the sweat from her body before gently wiping her core with the cloth. Thereafter, he maneuvered her until she was covered in his shirt. He covered her with the blanket and walked out of the room to take a much-needed cold shower, while still reliving the private show Cookie had given him.

He didn’t need a prophet to know he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. Especially not with his raging boner and not with the woman responsible for it sleeping soundly in the next room.

The next morning, Jamie quickly got out of bed to start his day. Just like he’d predicted, sleep had eluded him all through the night as his thoughts kept returning to the woman next door. And his cock made sure to torture him for it.

It was on Sunday morning and it was also his free day. He didn’t have work and he was meant to sleep in but after sleep fled him, he decided to wake up early to prepare breakfast for Cookie as he was aware she'd be insanely hungry after the drug must have washed out of her system.

He was still preparing breakfast when she casually strolled into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in just his t-shirt that reached her mid-thighs, with her hair messy from all of the previous night’s shenanigans.

“I’m going to assume you saved me again,” she said, standing beside the breakfast bar, with her fingers wrung together and an apologetic look etched on her face.

“Good morning to you too, doll,” he growled, turning to face her.

A coy smile stretched her lips as she glanced away from him, her cheeks coloring.

“I see you’ve come to the conclusion that I’m your savior and you don’t have to be scared when you find yourself in a strange environment,” he folded his arms across his torso, struggling to keep his gaze on her face when all he wanted to do was eat her alive with his eyes.

“It's not like that…” she protested in a small voice, raising her eyes to meet his blue orbs.

He arched his brows.

“Yeah? How is it then?”

Cookie’s cheeks colored in a deep shade of red.

“I woke up in an oversized shirt, surrounded by your smell,”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed a bit as he struggled to hold back his laughter. Somehow, it pleased him that she was mentally aware of his fragrance.

“Are you obsessed with me, doll?”

Cookie innocently licked her lips as her eyes fell to the ground.

“Maybe,”

That simple confession had Jamie crossing the distance to her, against his sane thoughts. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, unable to stop himself.

“You're just so cute and adorable,” he grinned boyishly, tucking a stray strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

“Please tell me I didn’t do something more terrible than the last time,” Cookie inquired, finally meeting his gaze.

As soon as he heard her words, his smile dropped, a dark expression marring his face. His hands fell from her and he took a step back as his palms balled into fists.

“Oh God,” Cookie slapped a palm over her mouth on seeing his expression. “W-was it that terrible?”

Jamie gritted his teeth, the memories from the club returning to his head and fuelling his anger.

“Not you, doll,” he finally spoke.

“W-who?” a hint of fear dripped from her words.

“Let's just say your brunette friend was on the verge of selling you off to your ex in exchange for a few dollar bills when I showed up,” he gritted through clenched teeth, still reliving the incident, with a faraway look etched on his face.

“W-what? Chris-Christy?”

Cookie was too shocked to properly comprehend the words. But the only brunette she’d been with at the club was her roommate, Christy.

“I saw her at your dorm the last time we met. And she also drugged you to be sexually active and…”

“Oh, God…” Cookie murmured, suddenly feeling dirty and sick as tears gathered in her eyes.

Jamie quickly moved to her when he noticed she was about to break down.

“Relax, doll,” he wrapped his arms around her and she buried her head in his neck, a few stay tears escaping as he patted her back soothingly

“I got there on time to save you and I’ve locked them up. You can charge them to court if you’d like and I’d make sure they rot in jail,”

Cookie shook her head. She couldn't believe Christy would betray her that badly and she didn’t expect Dave to take his obsession that far.

“And umm… I may have indulged you when you were drugged,”

Her heart that had been squeezing painfully suddenly stopped and a thrilling sensation shot down her spine as she slowly raised her head to stare at him.

“I had to and I’m sorry, doll,” there was so much sincerity and regret in his eyes but she didn’t mind. Hearing him admit it was doing things to her body that she didn't want to admit. “You wouldn't let me go and I couldn’t take you to your dorm because I was scared of what could happen to you if I leave you alone. I tried to stay away from you but you were hell-bent on getting your relief from me.”

Cookie licked her suddenly dried lips, loving the new turn of the story.

“Did we…”

“No,” he frantically shook his head. “I swear, I didn’t lay a finger on you. I only made you touch yourself until you climaxed and slept off,”

“Ohh,” a small frown slipped into her face, showing her disappointment but Jamie seemed too clueless to have noticed it at that point.

“I’m sorry it had to get to that. I’d never had…”

“Hey,” Cookie cupped his cheek, feeling the urge to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. Her ocean-blue eyes met his. “It's fine, Jamie. I don’t mind and umm…” she licked her lips, her heart speeding up but she needed him to know the truth. “I think I’m a bit attracted to you so I don’t…”

“Shhh…” Jamie placed a finger on her lips to shut her up. He released her from his hold and stepped away. “Don’t get any ideas, doll,”

His words struck her with confusion but then, as though a switch had just gone off in his head, he turned towards the pan that was still on the stove, with his back to Cookie.

“There’s still a ten years difference,”