Untethered Pt. 02

Her thumb slipped under the strap to press against my wet entrance and I heard Jamie's sharp intake of breath as she dragged my own slickness up and down my slit. She looked up at me with her pink lips wrapped around my shaft and a wicked glint flashed in her eyes as our gazes locked—right before her thumb delved deep into my pussy.

"Fuuuuck!" I moaned, louder this time as I felt her finger sliding against the tiny-ridged flesh on the roof of my cunt. I glared at Jamie as my cry ended, feeling as if I had lost all semblance of the control I had been fighting so hard for in that one, swift instant.

I grabbed a fistful of Jamie's hair as she began to move inside me, keeping her head still while I fucked her mouth in line with her own steady rhythm. Our moans joined together, growing louder as she gradually increased her pace, driving into me harder and faster until, finally, my pleasure burst through in an orgasm that had me arching halfway off the couch and curling my toes against the carpet.

I moved quickly when she began to lap at my juices, my heart still beating wildly against my chest as I gently pushed against her shoulders. I pulled her up into another kiss and began undoing her jeans as I walked, drunk with my need to finally claim her as I had intended at the beginning of the night.

I broke the kiss once I had her where I wanted, and Jamie gasped when I abruptly turned her around, my hand applying a firm pressure on her back until I had her leaning on her elbows, fully bent over the armrest of my couch.

"No." I said, when she reflexively moved to straighten up, and I watched Jamie fight with her pride, her hands balling into fists as she forced herself to stay in such a helpless position.

I roughly tugged at her jeans, suddenly too impatient to continue bothering with the tight fabric when they snagged just above her knees. I wanted—no, I needed—to be inside her. Now.

I moved into position, hearing Jamie's throaty moan as my fingers quickly tested the readiness of her warm, wet cunt. She still wore her top and I pushed it forward, my hands running over the skin of her back before settling at her waist. Her head started to turn towards me when I pressed the tip of my silicone cock against her sopping entrance, only to tilt back as I began to enter her.

A low, satisfied moan escaped her parted lips as my thick, hard shaft disappeared into her, inch by inch. It ended in a sigh as Jamie pressed her forehead against the cushion, her elbows giving way from the weight of her pleasure. I stilled when I had gone as deep as I could go, enjoying the way Jamie's glistening pink pussy looked while wrapped around my thick, black cock.

But Jamie was now as impatient as I was, and she wriggled her hips, moaning yet again at the sensation her movement had brought her.

I gripped her waist firmly with both hands and began moving in and out of her, not willing to let her gain any of the control that I had just gotten back. Her sounds of pleasure rang through my living room as I drove into her over and over, each time faster and deeper than the last.

I watched her, feeling a new wetness forming between my thighs as I fucked her, and I couldn't help but give the nice round cheek of her bottom a hard little slap. Jamie's cry was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but she didn't move, still intent on following my earlier instructions. It was a heady feeling to know that she was doing that just for me.

But was it all for me?

I was powerless against the wave of possessiveness that washed over me, and I slapped her ass again as I began to drive into her a little more wildly.

"You're mine, Jamie," I stated without question as she continued to moan.

"Yes," she answered anyway, her voice a soft gasp that drove me crazy as it mingled with the wet, slapping sounds of my cock repeatedly ramming into her.

"Say it." I commanded now, not knowing just how much I needed to hear it until that moment. "Say you're my slut."

"Yes!" Jamie cried, her fingers splaying on the couch as I slammed deep into her. "I'm your slut!"

"Fucking say my name when you say it!" I hissed through gritted teeth as I slapped her ass again, not slowing the tempo of my thrusts one bit.

"I'm your fucking slut, Shaie!" Jamie cried out, breathing heavily. I could feel her getting tighter and tighter around my shaft as she neared her peak.

"Damn right, you're mine!" I bit out, my fingers immediately seeking her clit and rubbing roughly against it. "No more fucking around with your fucking ex, you hear?"

Jamie's head whipped towards my direction, and I saw the flash of surprise in her eyes before her orgasm unexpectedly hit her and an expression of pure ecstasy crossed her pretty features. She threw her head back, her hands straining against the cushion as her legs quivered underneath mine.

"FuckShitFuckGod, Shaieeee!" her stringed moan was soft music to my ears as she hung her head down and ground herself harder against me, driving me over the edge. I closed my eyes and gripped her waist tighter, my nails digging into her flesh as I came. I desperately kept pushing into her as our cries mingled in the air, lost in the pulsing haze of our shared pleasure.

***

It was a while before my heartbeat returned to normal and I finally eased off of Jamie, her hips reactively jerking as the full length of the strap on slid out of her slowly. I took it off immediately, unable to bear the pressure of its touch against my sensitive clit for another moment, and set it aside.

Jamie straightened after me, and I gave her a chaste kiss before moving away so she could have some room as she pulled her pants up. She looked up at me when she was done, hesitating once again about speaking.

"You said something earlier." She said at last, her eyes searching mine. "That thing about my ex?"

I sighed and looked away. I hadn't been able to stop myself from saying those words in the heat of the moment but, now that they were out there, I didn't want to take them back.

I guess I needed to know, after all.

"What about it?" I asked cautiously as I turned to take a seat on the couch, still naked from the waist down. I had hoped Jamie would follow, but she didn't. She stayed where she stood, only turning so she could face me as she crossed her arms protectively.

"You didn't really mean that, did you?" she asked uncertainly. "I mean, you don't actually think that I'm fucking around with my ex, right?"

I paused, unsure of how to phrase my answer, and that was all Jamie needed.

"Wow! Really?" She said in disbelief, not necessarily looking for confirmation as she took a little step back. There was something about the way she looked at me, as if I had disappointed her—as if she was suddenly seeing me differently—that struck a nerve.

"Well, what was I supposed to think after last Sunday?" I asked in my defense as I began dressing up.

"What?!" Jamie laughed humorlessly, shaking her head as she looked away for a brief moment before returning her gaze to me.

"I saw you!" I told her, looking her straight in the eyes as I struggled to contain my emotions. "And I saw her kiss you in front of your apartment building. Guess a night with me wasn't enough and you just had to call her over right after, huh?"

"Stop, Shaie," she warned, her expression serious. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

She kept stepping back whenever she spoke, as if she wanted to keep as much distance from me as possible, and that began to irk me. Weren't we supposed to be past this?

"Then enlighten me!" I heard the frustration in my voice and gritted my teeth. "Am I supposed to be okay with you just going to your ex's condo unit like you did earlier? 'Cause, the least you could do is tell me if you want to fuck other people."

I was out of line, even I knew that. I could feel her slipping further and further away and it made me reach out blindly just to get her to talk to me.

She opened her mouth to answer but then she hesitated, like she always did, and I just lost it.

"What? Speak! Geez!" I exclaimed, my voice sounding sharp even to my ears as I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "Just fucking talk to me, Jamie!"

"No," she shook her head. Then she began looking for her shoes, continuing as she hurriedly put them on, "Not like this. I think we need to calm down for a bit."

"I don't need to calm down!" I exclaimed, more out of desperation than anything. Jamie was clearly leaving and it had sounded a silent alarm in me that only fueled my reaction.

"Then I need to calm down!" Jamie said, finally stopping to look at me, and only then did I see the anger in her eyes that her demeanor had been able to mask. "I don't like what you're insinuating. At all. And I'm not going to stick around in your living room while you keep accusing me of things you don't have a single clue about."

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

"You just fucked me, Shaie!" She said suddenly, looking as if the realization was just beginning to dawn on her. "You've been thinking that about me all this time and, yet, you fucked me anyway! Do you have any idea—?"

She stopped and looked away, shaking her head as she visibly tried to compose herself. She threw her hands up in surrender before she headed for the door.

"Jamie—" I said, instinctively reaching to stop her. She drew back from my touch, panic flashing in her eyes for a brief moment before being quickly replaced with a steely resolve.

"I said no." She firmly told me. "We can talk tomorrow but, right now, I really need to go."

"You can't even be bothered to deny it!" I said in disbelief when she walked right past me, causing Jamie to whirl around and face me once again.

"Why should I even have to, Shaie?" She asked me softly. She started to turn again when I didn't answer, sparking an inexplicable panic inside me that had me making one last, desperate effort to get her to stay.

"Walk out on me again, Jamie, and I'm done," I said. "Done with whatever bullshit cat-and-mouse game this is you think you're playing. Done chasing you. Just done."

She looked at me, that silent pride going back in her eyes as I spoke. But there was also surprise and some pain there, and I found myself holding my breath as she paused.

My heart sank when she smiled sadly, her eyes glassy with emotion. "You shouldn't say things like that unless you mean it."

I couldn't speak and I watched a tear fall from her eye before she left without saying another word.

"Fuuuuck!" I breathed when the door softly closed behind her. I sank back onto my couch and pressed my head against its back in frustration. I felt about as raw as an exposed wound, and I closed my eyes against the feeling even as my heart began to beat sharply against my chest.

I had thrown a gauntlet, not really expecting Jamie to pick it up so quickly and easily but, now that she had, I couldn't back down from it. Worse, there was a part of me that didn't want to back down.

I felt like every step forward I had made with Jamie up to this point had been so hard-earned and I was the only one making any effort, and that bothered me. A lot. When two people want each other, like Jamie and I clearly did, wasn't it supposed to be easy?

"It shouldn't be this fucking hard," I sighed, feeling tired and defeated all of a sudden as I pushed myself off the couch and began cleaning up.

Maybe I was done.