When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie
Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What
she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to
come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out
of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust
in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but
she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want
The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes
that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his
feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her
eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love
and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.
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One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her
yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she
could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her
routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she
jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing
nothing but boxers and a smile.
Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I
didn't realize you were there. You scared me.”
Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto
the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're done with that.”
“I'm done with that,” Cora said, wiping a
towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she
shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.
“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward
her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you
were that flexible.”
Jamie stood in front of her now, so close
that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn't even realize
you were watching.”
His hand moved up to slide the strap of her
tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I
couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”
Cora tilted her head to the side as his
teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her
breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her
nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were
driving her absolutely crazy.
“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip
of his teeth against her neck.
He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and
tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept
over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step
forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
As one kiss melded into another, she let
her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his
skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to
stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”
Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began
to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and
tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she
asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”
She continued to stroke with one hand as
she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along
the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below
the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.
One of the hands that had been hanging
loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. Cora
whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of arousal between her thighs.
She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of pain, but the fact that she
was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.
Jamie began to rock his hips, thrusting
into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned around him and
pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate some the throbbing ache.
When she shifted again, and whimpered
around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my cock turning you on, Cora?
Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me? Slide those shorts down if
Cora only hesitated a moment before she
moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once they were at her knees, she
wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.
“That's it,” Jamie groaned. “Spread your
thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet you are.”
Needy, Cora dipped her hand between her
thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.
“Fuck, baby. You're soaked. Rub your clit
for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”
Cora moved one hand back up to stroke along
his length and slid the other between her thighs. Pressing two fingers inside
her aching cunt, she began to rock against her hand as he fucked her mouth. She
ground herself against her palm, desperate for any sort of friction on her
She wanted to see him lose control. She
wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was. Cora knew just how to make
that happen. Moving her hand from around his length, she relaxed her jaw,
taking him even deeper into her mouth.
When he nudged the back of her throat,
Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just like that.”
As the beginnings of release started, she
whimpered around his cock. She shifted her hand and now rubbed tight circles
around her throbbing clit. The ache only intensified.
Almost lightheaded, she reached underneath,
lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and
gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out around his cock, release
barreling through her like a freight train.
Seconds later he said, “Oh christ, baby.
I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.
Cora felt the hot liquid hit the back of
her throat and continued to swallow until the grip on her hair had loosened
slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time with his, but it wasn't nearly
enough. Something about this man made her all but insatiable.
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Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great
White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or
making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably
curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging
out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes
taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making
other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are
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