He wasn’t taking over. He was actually letting her do whatever she wanted, except she wasn’t really sure what she wanted to do. This was harder than he made it look. First things first though, she needed him naked. Now.

After struggling for a bit her frustration started getting to her. “Take these off now.” His eyebrows rose, either at her tone or the growl that came after it.

“Hey sexy, you sound like you could hurt a man.” That stopped her in her tracks. She didn’t want to hurt him, just make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

“I just wanted to...”

“Go ahead, say it pretty lady.” She wasn’t feeling very lady like right now.

“I want…” she gulped down on her embarrassment. Jameson never seemed to have trouble saying the words, telling her what he wanted or how she made him feel. “I want to take you in my mouth.” She watched his throat work and his eyes go dark and slip to half-mast. “I want to taste you. I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue...”

“Stop! Jesus, a man can only take so much.” She might have been confused but he was struggling to get naked and when he’d gotten his shorts clear of his erection, it bobbed at her and had a fresh drop of pre-cum on the end. Now she just had to remember how all those books said to do this.

Candy swirled a finger in the silky liquid and then moved it lower below the dark purple head. Jameson sucked air in through his teeth.

“Hurts?”

“Just sensitive there, feels good though.” Something about the way he said it and the way his eyes closed tightened her gut. He trusted her, though he’d probably die before admitting it, and she made him feel good. This feeling could most definitely be addictive.

“I want to make you feel even better.” His eyes popped open and he watched her bend to lick at him. He didn’t break eye contact and neither did she. This time he groaned deep in his chest, his male-ness making her feel every bit a woman. When he reached for her she jumped back.

“Baby, please, I, I just need to touch you.” She blinked at his admission. His voice was so different from the commanding tone he usually used. She would be willing to bet Jameson didn’t admit to needing anything. He must have read her thoughts because he covered his words with a joke. “Gotta make sure I’m not dead, you feel so much like heaven, you look like you swallowed the stars you shine so bright.”

“Mmhmm. You haven’t seen anything yet.” She didn’t know where her cocky attitude came from but it sang through her, making her feel bold.

She started using her mouth on him in earnest and felt his light touch as he looped some of her curls around his fingers. His touch relaxed her, as much a surprise as her new found confidence. She traced her tongue around the crown and felt him shiver. So she did it again. She took more of him in her mouth and the man moaned like he was on fire. She pulled away from him slowly using her lips and the flat of her tongue.

“Fuck yeah.” She smiled at him while holding the crown of his cock between her lips and let the tip of her tongue massage the sensitive part. “Fuck. Baby. You are doing dangerous things to me.” She slid back down, getting the hang of the motions and used to the salty male taste of him. He didn’t push her to take anymore or move any faster than she was. He lay wide open for her to play with. Something about this strong, sensual man letting her have free rein over him was almost as big a turn on as when he told her what to do. When she slid up his shaft this time she let him loose with a pop and kissed her way up over the ridges of his abs. She stopped at his chest. His chest was a work of art, tattoos and all. She traced her finger over the letters that curved over his heart.

“Mysteri? I wouldn’t have figured you liked one hit wonder pop stars.” She watched as his breathing stopped for a second.

“It wasn’t her music.” Too late she remembered he’d said he got hurt protecting a singer. She vaguely remembered that while the girl had a hugely popular song one summer she had died shortly after of a drug overdose. Jameson had said that had been what happened with his singer.

“Did you get this in memory of her?”

“No, listen, I’d rather not talk about this now.” He tried to roll her under him but she stopped him.

“I’m not done yet!”

“Come on, I’m dying here.” He was smiling now. She couldn’t help laughing when he tugged her toward him. And he laughed too. Was that what made her want him more? The fact that as sensual and emotional as all of this was, he still laughed and made it fun? Sex had always felt sacred but stale before. She went back to pleasing him and in an odd way pleasing herself too. A few more minutes and he was yelling her name as he came.

“Your turn.”

“No, really. I’m fine.” She tried to brush him off. This was supposed to be about him.

“Bullshit.”

He turned her to face away from him but curled around her again. This time his fingers trailed over her skin with purpose. He teased and plucked at her nipples and the dark rumble of his laugh reverberated in her chest. The quiet words he used as he molded her flesh brought back her boldness and she nudged his hand lower.

“Thought you were fine?” He nipped at her, in a playful, teasing way. He combed his fingers through her rough curls for a second and then covered her sex with his hand. The breath burned in her lungs waiting for him to move. When he slid one finger through her pussy lips, her breath came out as a groan. “Little liar. You’re all slick and burning up. It’s no sin to say what you need.” With that he withdrew his hand and she wanted to grab at him to put it back. Instead he pulled her top leg over his hip. The angle was awkward but she was open for him to explore. “There we go, now I can help you out.” His fingers went back to teasing her nub and she whined for him to move faster.

“Jameson, please?”

“What do you need, babe?” His whisper skimmed her shoulder, tickled the hairs at her nape.

“More.” It came out as a groan he swallowed with a kiss.

Stars blazed behind her eyes as he filled her with two of his rough fingers. His thumb kept circling her clit. She might have been embarrassed at the noises coming from her throat if he didn’t seem to take each and every one as encouragement. But it was when he curled those fingers inside her as he pressed her clit that she actually screamed as she came apart. Jameson held on tight as she thrashed and when she flinched at becoming too sensitive he cupped her and helped settle her overwrought nerves.

Her lungs were still working overtime when he started laughing. “Baby, now you are fine.” She turned to call him arrogant or something to squash the feeling that she was losing her heart to this impossible man and saw him pulling the fingers that he’d touched her with from his mouth. He smiled at her then.

“I always did have a sweet tooth.” Any thought in her head died there. She was an idiot. If she was sweets, this man was like hard drugs. No matter how much she got she’d want more. But what a way to go.