Degradation (3 page)

She loved it.

“Doesn't feel like I'm losing now,” Jameson growled against her mouth, his teeth biting in to her bottom lip as they backed in to the couch.

“Shut up, or I'll still leave,” she threatened, and then gasped when his hands covered her breasts. He chuckled.

“I don't think so,” he replied, one of his hands sliding down her stomach and over skirt. His fingertips brushed against her thigh.

“I can do whatever I -,” she ended in a gasp as his hand suddenly yanked her skirt up, diving in to her underwear.

“You'll
do
whatever
I
say,” he amended her statement. Her eyes squeezed shut and she pressed her lips together, nodding.

“Yes, yes,” she finally breathed, standing on her toes.

“You wanted this – from the moment you got here tonight, you wanted this,” he said, his fingers plucking and playing with her like she was an instrument.

“
No, I didn't. I didn't want this,” Tate managed to pant, one of her hands moving to grab onto his wrist. Not to stop him, but to ground herself. To
feel
him. He chuckled.

“You're awfully wet for someone who doesn't want to do this,” he laughed at her.

“
Oh god.
”

It was the truth, she knew. She was always like that around him, for as long as she could remember. She had touched herself to many fantasies about him. With Drew, it took a lot of foreplay to get her in the mood. But sometimes just thinking about Jameson was enough that she would have to change her panties.

“Turn around,” he ordered, but he didn't even give her a chance to comply. He pulled his hands away and grabbed her by the arm, spinning her in a circle. She was still getting her bearings when he started yanking her skirt up over her hips.

“Are we really doing this?” she gasped, gripping onto the back of the couch.

“Unless you walk away right now,
yes
,” he replied, yanking her underwear down her legs.

She didn't move.

He put a hand in the middle of her back and shoved her forward, forcing her to bend in half over the couch. She put her hands in to the cushions, trying to gain a sense of balance. She felt his hands kneading the flesh on her butt, and then he was shoving one, two fingers inside of her. She cried out.

“
Oh my god!
”

But before she could even adjust to that, she could feel his erection. She didn't even make a sound, just held her breath. He was
huge
, or at least a lot bigger than Drew. She bent completely in half, her face in the couch cushions, her ass in the air. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, and when he was inside of her, pressed up against her, she sucked in a gasp of air, her whole body shaking. She had only ever had sex with Drew. Nobody else. Until now.

It occurred to her that she had been missing out.

“Goddamn, Tate,” Jameson growled. “You're so fucking tight.”

This was surreal. Having sex with Jameson. Jameson talking dirty to her. How had this happened?

Then he was pulling out of her. Then pounding in to her. Pull. Pound. In. Out. She moaned, made noises in her throat, and managed to push herself upright. She couldn't even think straight. Everything felt so amazing. She'd never had sex like that before, with someone behind her. Drew was not adventurous. Only ever at night. Her laying down. Him on top. Lights always off.

All the lights were on in Jameson's trendy loft apartment. It wasn't daylight out, but all the shades were open. Anyone in the building across the way would be able to see her having sex. No wait, what had he said; what hadn't she been able to say earlier?
Fucking
. He was
fucking
her. She hadn't ever really been fucked before, but she could now see that there was a huge difference. This was much,
much
better. Jameson Kane could fuck her whenever he wanted, she thought to herself.

Oh my god, I am fucking my sister's boyfriend
.

“
This is wrong, Jameson.
So wrong
,” she panted out. His hand suddenly came around her throat and pulled her towards him. She had to arch her back to meet him.

“Then tell me to stop,” he dared her, pressing his face to the side of hers, his teeth bared against her skin. She shook her head.

“I can't, I can't,” she cried out. He laughed and the hand on her throat went to her ponytail, pulling hard on it.

“You love this. You've probably fantasized about this. Did you ever? Ever touch yourself while you were thinking of me?” he asked, his fingers pulling at the roots of her hair. She shrieked.

“
God, yes!
Yes!” she answered. He laughed again and leaned away from her, but didn't relinquish his hold on her hair.

“
Fuck, Tate, you are
so sexy
. You should see yourself,” he groaned, his free hand running over her ass. “I knew I should've fucked you a long time ago.”

She was shocked.

“You ..., wanted to do this ..., before?” she managed to get out between thrusts.

“
Are you fucking kidding? I don't know any guy who hasn't thought about trying to fuck his girlfriend's
hotter
sister, and baby girl, you are
definitely
a hotter fuck,” Jameson informed her, pulling harder on her hair.

God, he's talking about fucking Ellie while he's fucking me. So wrong
.

“
Oh my god, we have to stop, this is wrong. You're Ellie's ..., I'm her ..., this is so wrong.
Oh my god!
” she cried out. He pulled out of her, and she moaned at the loss. But then he was spinning her around to face him, his fingers digging roughly in to her arms.

“Don't fucking say her name again,” he told her.

“But it's wrong, Ellie could be -,”

“
If you say her name
one more time
, I'm warning you, I will
fuck your mouth
,” he growled, and then he was kissing her again.

It was like getting slapped, when Jameson spoke to her that way. No one had
ever
spoken to Tate like that before – she couldn't believe it. She knew she should be offended. She
wanted
to be offended. But she wasn't. If anything, it made her hotter. Did he talk to Ellie that way? She couldn't imagine it. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I won't say it again,” she whispered, kissing him back. They stumbled in to the bedroom, lips attached, hands roaming everywhere. It hadn't escaped her attention that his kisses seemed just as desperate as hers, just as needy. As if he couldn't get enough of her taste. He wanted this just as much as she did – maybe even more.

“You're goddamn right you won't,” he snapped, giving her a rough shove so that she fell onto the bed.

He was on top of her in an instant, his hands everywhere. He pulled the cups of her bra down and lavished attention on her breasts, teasing her nipples with his teeth. His hand was back between her legs, his fingers gliding through her wetness. She moaned and thrashed around beneath him, her fingernails raking across his shoulders, no thought about hurting him. He hissed and brought his mouth back to hers.

“
Jameson,
” she breathed against his lips.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are we -,” she started to ask, but then he was plunging inside of her. No hesitation, no accomodating her – just full,
hard,
length, driving as deep as he could go. She screamed his name, her legs moving to wrap around his waist.

“
'
Are we
' what, Tate?” he asked, his voice breathless as he slammed his hips against hers.

“Are we going to do this again?” she managed to ask. He pulled himself up onto his knees and grabbed her by the hips, driving in to her even harder. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“You're going to let me do this
whenever I want,
” he informed her.

“
Yes, Jameson, yes, yes, yes,
” she chanted, scratching her nails down his arms. One of his hands came to rest flat against her chest, between her breasts, pushing her down against the bed. Anchoring her to his thrusts.

He's going to turn me inside out.

“You love this,
fucking me
. Your
sister's boyfriend
.
Winning,
right? Don't you think this kind of makes you a slut?” he asked, slowing his thrusts. She started panting again.

“Yes, I do,” she answered, and the hand on her chest slowly slid upwards, creeping onto her neck.

“Tatum O'Shea. Perfect, princess, goody-two-shoes, Tate. Who would've thought, a
slut,
” he swore at her. She moaned, raking her hands across her own chest. His fingers gently wrapped around her throat.

This shouldn't be turning me on. Why is this turning me on!?

“Yes, for you, Jameson. Just for you,” she moaned. His movements were so slow. He would almost pull all the way out of her, and then he would plunge back inside, to the hilt,
so slow
. It made it hard to breathe.

“
Whenever I want,
” he repeated his earlier statement. She rubbed her lips together and nodded again.

“Of course,” she sighed, and he let go of her throat.

It was almost like he was massaging her, on the inside. Only instead of relaxing her, it was causing her to tense up every muscle in her body. She was going to burst apart, completely explode, and no one would ever find Tatum again.

“Goddamn, you're so fucking sexy, Tate,” Jameson groaned, dragging his fingers up the insides of her thighs. She took a deep breath.

“Are we together?” she blurted out.

He stopped moving.

Uh oh.

“What?” he asked, his voice like steel. She let her head roll to the side and she opened her eyes, staring at the wall across from her.

“You're dumping Ellie. Does this mean we'll be together?” she asked.

He barked out a cruel laugh and then he was slamming in to her again. She cried out, her hands going to his chest, hooking her nails in to his muscles. He leaned down close, forcing her legs as wide apart as they could go, his chest pressed against hers.

“I don't date
sluts
, Tatum,” he told her.

“But I'm -,”

“
A good fuck
, yes. But Ellie
is
my girlfriend. I never said I was dumping her. And even if I did, I wouldn't date her sister. Wouldn't date some eighteen year old,” Jameson laughed in her ear.

“
We have to stop, we have to stop, we have to stop,” she started moaning. Her brain was telling her one thing –
get out, now, you stupid bitch! -
but her body was going a completely different route –
holy fuck, this amazing, don't ever stop doing this, why didn't you do this sooner, if you stop him now, you will
never
feel this way again!

“
I don't think so,” he whispered, and then his hand was sliding between their bodies, his fingers pinching at the part of her that was aching the most.

She screamed. Her body felt like it was ripping up the middle. She had never had an orgasm like that before, not with Drew, not even with herself. She jerked forward off the bed and clamped her teeth onto his shoulder. He let out a roar and she could feel him coming as well. Every muscle he had tensed and pressed down onto her. Her orgasm intensified and she let out a sob. It took a moment for the tremors to subside, for both of their bodies to become still again.

“Holy shit,” Tate breathed, collapsing back onto the bed.

“
Fuck.
Fuck,
” Jameson whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he rested his forehead on her chest.

They laid like that for a while, coming down from the high of good sex. Tate had never experienced it before – Drew wasn't good enough to induce it. Jameson had just blasted her in to the stratosphere. She didn't think she'd ever come down. She took deep breaths, trying to find herself in space. She rested her hand against his back, feeling his steamy slick skin.

“Did you -,” she started to ask in a thick voice, but he pulled away. He lurched off the bed, yanking his pants up as he went. She was a little shocked, and sat up, putting her bra to rights as she did so.

“Shut up. Don't say a fucking thing. Just get dressed,” he ordered, picking up the silk blouse from the other side of the bed and throwing it at her. She caught it as it landed over her face.

“How can you -,” she started when she was interrupted by a buzzing sound. They both froze for a second, and then Jameson made his way in to the living room. She heard him walk over to the door, assumed he was pressing the button for the intercom to the downstairs.