TWENTY-FOUR
SMUT (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

Oh, God. That tongue.

That was all I could think as I was pinned to the bed with his tongue sliding across my body like it was a slip and slide. Every inch of my neck and collarbones (and I think he licked my armpit? I don't know but I was into it). When his mouth found its way to my nipples, I had to refrain from moaning out loud.

This was so wrong. My mom would have a stroke if she knew.

But God it was so right.

His tongue swirled around my tits with a little bit of teeth. I buried my hands in his hair and tugged hard, making him breathe deeper through his nose. I felt his hands on my hips, squeezing and pinching the skin until there was sure to be marks.

When he pulled away, I pulled at his shirt, which was on the floor in seconds. I stared breathlessly at his body, every curve of every muscle always making my heart pound. He smiled as my hands found themselves caressing his abdomen, my teeth sunken into my lip.

"You are so fucking hot," he whispered. "So, so, so fucking hot." I sat up and grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Jameson grabbed my ass again, squeezing my cheeks until I let out a moan. "Uh-uh, no noise, baby boy," he said, smiling into my lips.

He flipped me over in one swift movement, landing face-first into my pillows with a gasp. My hips were pulled up into the air, leaving me ass up. Jameson smacked the skin through my jeans once, making me bite down into the pillow. I couldn't see a damn thing except my pillowcase but felt everything.

I felt his mouth on my ass cheek, biting down. I pushed my hips back into his face, making him laugh out loud.

"Easy, babe," he said in a hushed tone.

Before I could respond, his fingers were slipping under the waistband of my jeans and boxers and pulling them both down at the same time. I hissed at the cold air on my exposed skin, lifting my knees one at a time so he could add them to the pile of abandoned clothes on the floor.

He moved so he was on top of me, his lips right next to my ear and his clothed erection pressing against my bare ass. "Are you gonna be a good boy and keep your mouth shut?" he whispered, making me release a breathy affirmative. "Good."

I rolled my eyes back when he sucked and bit down onto my neck. I rotated my hips back into his cock, making him chuckle lowly.

Returning back to his original spot behind me, I gasped when his hand smacked down once again. I was hard just thinking about the red hot marks he was probably making on my skin. The smack was so loud, I almost didn't want him to do it again as much as I did.

"Quiet," I mumbled into the pillow.

He hummed behind me and before I knew it, his mouth was on me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his flattened tongue lick a stripe from my balls to the top of my crack. I melted in a puddle right then and there.

Holy fuck, Jameson was eating me out.

I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of his tongue sliding across my hole sloppily, sucking and kissing. I rolled my hips back into his face, making him grab my hips and hold me in place. He straightened his tongue and fucked my hole with it, making me want more.

The feeling of his fingers prodding into my hips and the way he was breathing against my most sensitive area. My teeth sunk into the pillow, small whines muffled into the cotton case. He had no idea how fucking hot he made me. Even when he wasn't touching me, just the way his eyes would scan my face and neck, or the way I'd catch him biting his lip when I was just in my underwear after a shower. I had never been this attracted to someone and it scared me half to death.

I mean, how many guys would I really let eat my ass when my mom was in the next room?

When he grabbed onto my dick and started jerking it while also going to town with my asshole, I let out a moan that was way too fucking loud for this quiet house. He stopped completely and I looked back in a panic, but he was just smiling so big. We just looked at each other for what felt like ages, listening closely to hear if my mom was about to bust the door down.

"Mm, baby boy can't be quiet after all," he said breathily. "Head back down, Petals."

I followed his instructions and put my head back down, but before long, his hand snaked around and covered my mouth. My eyes widened as he went back to doing just what he was doing before, rimming me and jerking me all at once. My head was pulled back by the force of his hand and God this was so fucking hot I was going to cum so fast.

It was that fucking tongue.

I was whining softly against his palm, grasping the pillow so tightly that my nails might shred it. The way his tongue lashed against my hole was bringing me closer and closer to climax and all I needed was for him to—

Oh, fuck. He started sucking my dick from the back, his finger drawing circles on my hole. At one point, he had both of my balls in his mouth at one time. Jameson let go of my mouth, making me gasp for air, when he flipped my body over once again.

He took my entire cock in his mouth, making me throw my head back. A loud groan barely ghosted past my lips before he slapped his hand over my mouth again without looking up.

Jameson pulled away for a second and said, "If you can't be quiet, I'll stop," and I shook my head.

I attempted to beg, but it was only muffled by his big fingers sliding into my mouth. I suppressed my moan and sucked on them while he went back to sucking me. It was only a moment later that I bucked into his face and came in white, hot spurts. Jameson swallowed it all and licked my dick from bottom to top for good measure.

As I always was after messing around with him, my body was made of gelatin and I couldn't do anything besides liquify on the bed. Jameson kissed up my stomach until he was hovering over me and then kissed my lips.

"So good, but," he paused and dropped his voice to a whisper, "I like you better when you're loud." I regained my strength and pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him.

"We'll have plenty of time for that when we get back," I said softly, kissing his jaw. "Now it's your time to keep quiet—"

"No," he said and cupped my cheeks (the ones on my face). "I'm okay. I just want to lay with you, baby boy."

I smiled, trying to slide my hand down between us to jerk him off anyways, but he grabbed my wrist and kissed me so hard I forgot what I was doing. Our tongues tangoed and twisted and tarantellaed until I was gasping for air. I became suddenly very aware of the fact that I was completely butt naked while he still had pants and underwear on.

He looked up at me when I pushed myself up off of his chest, staring down at him. His hazel eyes were half open, a small smirk on his lips. "You look so good when you're fresh fucked," he said, licking his smiling lips.

"Thanks, except you haven't actually fucked me," I pointed, making him feign surprise.

Jameson looked around comically. "You want me to do it here, now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Absolutely not."

Just as I was climbing off of him to fetch my underwear off the floor, there was a knock at my door. I jumped a foot in the air, freezing like they could see my stark naked body and Jameson's boner through the door. I thanked my lucky stars for whoever invented locks on doors.

"Uh, yes?" I called.

"Breakfast with the Millers tomorrow, be ready at eight, please," my mom said from the other side.

I cleared my throat and yelled, "Okay," right when Jameson decided it would be a good idea to bite my ass cheek. I let out a silent shriek and turned around to smack him with my boxers. He just grinned up at me.

Once we laid up in bed and Jameson had shed his jeans off, leaving the two of us in just our underwear, I sighed contentedly. I had taken my gaming console with me to Texas so all we had on TV were the generic cable channels, so I found some rerun of a sitcom and wrapped my arms around his body.

I fell asleep a hell of a lot better with him there.

~:~:~

"Should I buy a skateboard?"

I smirked. Jameson held up a plain board cluelessly, looking at it with a contemplating expression. What would be hotter than my man (boyfriend? Not sure. He still hasn't said it but it's implied) skating down the street with me? I nodded eagerly.

"Fuck yeah, you should," I said, my grin lighting up the entire skate shop.

We were in the city making a few stops. Dylan begged me to bring me back some wax from the skate shop, insisting it was a house made brand that he couldn't find anywhere else and it was the best. Jameson and I were just messing around for the afternoon since Mom dragged the kids to church and I refused to go.

Jameson held up some hot pink wheels. "I'd like to put these in your ass," he said, making my cheeks burn wildly. He laughed out loud, putting them back on the shelf. I put them in my basket.

I ended up spending too much money. My bank account would hate me later, but I got some new clothes and desperately needed trucks for my own board. Jameson picked out a board with my help and some stickers to decorate it with.

Upon exiting the store, I shivered from the nippy air. It was raining today, a large contrast to the sunny day Trevor and I had at the park. I hated when it rained in the winter, the combination of being wet and cold was never my strong suit. I turned into a vegetable.

He wrapped an arm around me, to which I held his waist closely. I didn't really give a shit about anybody here seeing me with him. My mom was the one who cared about our image.

"Someone's close," Jameson mumbled out of nowhere, holding me tighter. I looked around but didn't see anybody out of the ordinary. "Let's just go."

We had been walking around for a while so my car was a few blocks away. I kept my eyes forward despite really wanting to look around for whatever Jameson felt was near us. Was it a Hernandez? It had to be. We turned onto the corner where the parking garage was and ducked into the dark corridor. It was a Sunday morning, so there was a fair amount of cars in here, but I didn't see anyone.

Unfortunately, our quick getaway hit a speed bump when we found, leaning against my car with his arms crossed and frowning, one Mr. Hernandez. I didn't actually know his name, only that he was Julianna's dad.

"I'm disappointed, Chevalier," Mr. Hernandez tutted, not even sparing me a glance but keeping his eyes on Jameson. "I thought you'd be smarter than to come back here so soon. And to parade around your little pet?"

Excuse me . . . huh? If anything, Jameson was my pet, being that he was the fucking dog.

Jameson's voice came out guttural, much more aggressive than I was used to, and his grip on me tightened impossibly more. "What do you want?" he growled.

Mr. Hernandez frowned. "And here I thought you were smart," he said, the lines on his forehead wrinkling with the further he pushed his eyebrows together. "I thought you would have learned after what happened to your brother."

I felt Jameson twitch beside me. I was at a loss for words.

"I've done everything you want me to do. I didn't even do anything to your pack when I came here. What do you want?" he snapped through gritted teeth. I guess Mr. Hernandez wasn't expecting me to know about the wolf thing because he glanced at me curiously. "Don't look at him."

That made Mr. Hernandez smile. It was ugly. "It's very sweet you've found your human mate, truly," he sneered. "Too bad we'll have to get rid of him."

"What the fuck?" Jameson yelled. I looked around anxiously, wondering if anybody around here was witnessing this. He couldn't possibly just threaten my life and get away with it? "We didn't do anything to you!"

"Calm down, Jameson. I'm not going to kill you. Just him," Mr. Hernandez nodded his head at me. Jameson was growling and I almost wanted to shrug his arm off of me. "I'm not sure you realize our history, Chevalier. Your late father and I . . . we go way back."

I bit at the inside of my lip. I wanted to run. I didn't want to do this anymore. It was becoming too real, too fast. The werewolf thing was fine and dandy when it didn't actually happen in front of me. I could talk about it, I could think about it. But now I wanted nothing to do with this, nothing to do with Jameson.

Mr. Hernandez kept talking, but I couldn't hear anything. I felt the panic settling in my stomach. It banged against the bars of my ribs and made me feel nauseous. Everything was happening and I wasn't in my body any longer, just completely disassociating until it would be over.

Please, God, let it be over.

Jameson's voice snapped me out of it. "You're mistaken," he said, voice wavering in his throat. "Matt and I didn't associate with our parents when they did all that. I had nothing to do with the death of—"

"I don't care," Mr. Hernandez said plainly. "The Chevaliers are a cursed breed. Your pathetic father and that whore mother of yours reigned hell on my pack and I won't forget such so quickly. I suggest you figure out a way to make it right soon, or you can kiss your . . . pet . . . goodbye."

I wished I was a violent person because I probably would have hit him. I'm sure it wouldn't have worked out for me, since he probably could have eaten my face in one bite, but I would have died satisfied.

He walked past us, his gait confident and intimidating. Jameson waited until he was gone to escort me to the passenger's seat and close the door securely behind me, circling around to get in the driver's seat. I said nothing but handed him the keys and we got the fuck out of there.

He was breathing hard through his nose, his chest rising and falling like the waves of the ocean. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the glove compartment, a million thoughts running through my mind.

"He's not gonna touch you," Jameson said, pulling me out of my reverie. "Over my dead fucking body."

"Don't say that," I whispered, my heart starting to pound again.

He reached over and put a hand on mine, making me flinch hard. I closed my eyes and waited until we were at my house. He called my name as I jumped out of the car and ran inside, passing my family (who I didn't even look at) and storming into my room.

I heard Jameson enter the house and greet everyone, my mom ask if I was okay, and an inaudible response from him. By the time he got to my room, I was pacing back and forth, obliterating the inside of my lip with how hard I was biting it.

"Petals, calm down," he said, but how could I? The fucking werewolves were like the mafia and right now I had a laser on my forehead. I shook my head.

I couldn't breathe. I tried so hard to fucking breathe but I couldn't get the air from my mouth to my lungs. I was going to puke. Oh, fuck, I was going to puke.

Jameson was hot on my heels as I bolted for the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down but I kind of wanted to punch him.

No, I didn't want to punch him. Yes, I did.

I gagged a thousand times but nothing came out. He kept whispering stuff and I kept picturing myself getting stabbed or Jameson getting stabbed and I was crying and I still couldn't fucking breathe. It was like I was the Earth in orbit and all of the planets and moons were fucking screaming at me and I wanted to hear it all but I wouldn't stop fucking spinning to catch a single word.

"Just stop!" I finally yelled. Jameson clamped his mouth shut and watched me collapse on the bathroom floor, burying my face in my hands.

In the darkness, with my eyes closed, and my hands over them, I heard nothing. I saw nothing. Everything was dull. And just like that, I could breathe again. I caught my breath and slumped against the wall.

I opened my eyes. Jameson was staring at me. Beth was in the doorway. I sighed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Jameson, but he shook his head in dismissal. "Sorry, Bethy."

She frowned, her bottom lip jutting out. "Are you sad?"

I shook my head, putting on a fake smile. She threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek, warming my heart. "I'm okay," I said, staring at Jameson through her hair. He pressed his lips together in a line, and I instantly felt so guilty.

Beth scampered out of the bathroom and Jameson helped me up. I went back to my room with my tail between my legs. How could I yell at him? How could I possibly act like that towards him when he was only swearing to protect me? He shut the door behind us and I sunk into his chest, circling my arms around his waist.

"We're going to be okay," he whispered, peppering small kisses to my head. "I know it doesn't really help to say that, but it's the truth, alright?"

I nodded, inhaling the cologne I'd grown to love and call home. He ran his fingers through my hair, instantly calming me down. Why didn't he just do that from the start? "I'm sorry . . ." I mumbled against his shirt, not wanting to look him in the eye. "For yelling at you. My anxiety's really bad right now."

"Don't apologize, baby boy," he murmured.

God, I loved when he called me that. Something about it . . . If anyone else tried to call me that, I would probably run away screaming. But when he said it, it felt like he meant it. I was his baby boy.

"We should talk to Julianna," I suggested. "I don't know if she would tell us anything, but she might tell Mac."

That was, if I could get them in the same room. Mac absolutely hated Julianna. I really couldn't remember what happened, but it was probably some petty girl fight that had nothing to do with me or Dylan.

Jameson sighed. "Do you think we can trust Mac?"

I looked him in the eye. "With my life."

— Author's Note —

Hi! I don't know if anyone reads this story, but if I'm being honest, it's gotten incredibly boring to write at this point. I wrote the majority of what is already posted relatively all together and then got a huge bout of writer's block for it. If, by any chance, anyone is still interested in this story, let me know in the comments! Otherwise I may just stick it on hiatus. xox W