Bare Ass in Love

by Sasha Burke

  “No, no, no...” A quick glance at the clock confirms that I’m going to be late for work. Again. I shuck off the comforter and race to find some clothes. Shit! Of all the irresponsible—

  “Whoa. Hold on, sweetheart.” Jason catches me around the waist and lifts me clear off the floor, chuckling when my feet continue to pedal in the air like a cartoon character. “As much as I love seeing you running around naked—and I really do—you don’t have to panic, you’re not late for work.”

  “But—”

  “I rescheduled our meeting with the engineer to this afternoon and asked Jack to handle the men for us until lunch.” He smiles and kisses me behind the ear as he adds, “Figured you and I could take a morning off for once. Since I know neither of us has actually done that before, I thought it’d be nice for us to try it together.”

  I blink up at him, certain that I misheard him. “You want us to play hooky for the morning?”

  “Sounds even better when you say it.” He gently tosses me back onto the bed and covers my body with his…which I’m only now noticing is clad only in a towel.

  Such a good look for the man.

  Before we can start all the hooky having fun, however, the email alert on my phone chimes.

  “It can wait a few hours,” he says.

  If only I could let it go that easily. “Trust me, Jason. If I don’t answer now, I’ll be imagining every possible worst-case scenario the entire time, regardless of how well you distract me.”

  “Hmm, that sounds a whole lot like a challenge.” His eyes light up like I just told him Christmas is coming early this year before he grabs my phone off the nightstand and quickly burrows under the covers, dragging me along with him.

  Well, the lower half of me, at least.

  “Jason, what are you—Oh!”

  I feel him part my legs and then prop my phone up against the inside of my knee as he murmurs against my pussy, “Remember how you told me the other night that you thought I was a master multi-tasker?”

  Does he really expect me to answer right now?

  “Um…” That’s the best I can do. Impressive, considering he has two fingers sliding in and out of me at the moment.

  “Since you’re worried about work,” he says from somewhere deep between my legs, “I’m going to eat your pussy and read you your email at the same time. All you have to do—” he sucks my clit into his mouth— “is not come.”

  When my hips buck, I feel his smile against my inner thigh. “If you continue to move around this much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to read you your—”

  He halts. And then pushes the covers back to give me a turbulent, unreadable look.

  Having been pretty darn close to what I’m pretty sure is the first of many orgasms this morning, my brain is way too fuzzy to process why he stopped.

  I sober in an instant, however, when I see what he’s looking at.

  “Oh, my god.” My cheeks go up in flames and I make a lunge for my phone. “Don’t look at that.”

  Even more storm clouds roll across his features. But still, he doesn’t say a word. He simply holds my phone out of my reach and stares at me intently.

  “Jason, please don’t look at that.”

  His expression hardens. “You don’t want me to see this?”

  I shake my head, embarrassed beyond belief.

  “I see,” he says before calmly resuming the slow finger-fucking he’d been giving me earlier.

  Oh no.

  The man is going to torture me.

  One step ahead of me, he thwarts my attempt at escape and pins me down with a single brawny forearm against my belly.

  “Tell me something, sweetheart,” he says as he begins ruthlessly grinding his palm against my clit. “If you don’t want me to see this very pretty, very naked photo of you on your phone, am I to assume this photo is meant for someone else’s viewing pleasure?”

  I gasp. Partly because of what he’s doing, but mostly because of what he’s accusing me of.

  “Get off of me,” I growl then, dead freaking seriously.

  His dark look is swept away for a moment by a look of surprise.

  I wrap the blanket around me and jerk away from him. “I’m not cheating on you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

  “Thank fuck,” he says, pulling me back into his arms. Relief, clear and unfiltered, transforms his features, but not before I see the questions and touch of vulnerability buried in his gaze. “Jesus, Summer, I thought…”

  At the throbbing anguish in his voice, my anger dissolves as quickly as it came.

  “I took the photo while you were in China.” I blush at the mere memory of the awkward self-photo session. “But I chickened out of sending it to you.”

  Leaning back to look into his eyes, I add quietly, “I would never do anything like what you were imagining, Jason. I understand why you’d go there, but from now on, I’d appreciate you giving me the benefit of the doubt.”

  He sighs harshly. “Logically, I know you’re not that kind of person. And in my heart, I know that, too. But I swear, in that moment just now, I felt my heart ripping out of my chest and my brain separating from my body.” His forehead drops to mine. “All I could think about was finding the other guy who might get to see that photo and ripping his goddamn eyes out.”

  It takes another few seconds for the tension to slowly ebb out of him. “I’m sorry I accused you of that. I know that’s not you.”

  “It’s okay. I admit, it looked bad. The situation, that is. The photo just looked ridiculous.” Ugh, I should’ve deleted it right away. I reach for my phone to do just that.

  This time, Jason’s the one who leans back to give me an incredulous look. “Are you fucking kidding? That’s the sexiest damn photo I’ve ever seen.” He brings the photo back up on the screen and I bury my face against his chest to hide from the photo I’d taken of myself naked from the waist up on the bed.

  Seriously, I look ridiculous. A model, I am not. And, since I failed selfie-photo-taking 101, I’m not looking anywhere near the camera, either.

  “Can I have it?” he asks. “Only if you’re comfortable with me having it, of course.”

  Well, since he’s already seen the live show... “Okay.”

  As if fearing that I may change my mind, Jason quickly takes my phone and does some kind of voodoo phone-touching thing to get the photo transferred to his cell.

  Seconds later, it’s done.

  “Safer than texting,” he says simply as he thumbs through his screen to find the newly transferred photo.

  “Fuck,” he says as he stares at it on his phone. “If I wasn’t worried about every guy I know drooling all over this photo, I’d make this my screensaver.” His gaze goes from the photo to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Summer.”

  God, he makes me feel it.

  After making sure the photo is backed up on his phone, seemingly in a couple different places, he hovers his thumb over the delete button on my phone. “Are you sure you want it gone for good?”

  “Yes, please.”

  When I see the photo vanish into cyberdust, I sigh with relief.

  He smiles as he looks from me to the photo now exclusively on his phone. “You are seriously, the sexiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, woman.”

  I almost can’t believe how turned-on he looks. I mean, I get it, it’s a naked photo. But still, the way he’s looking at it, you’d think I was the world’s greatest centerfold.

  Finally, I break down to look over his shoulder, thinking maybe I’ll see something magical to warrant his undivided lust—perhaps a double rainbow with two pots of gold on my boobs.

  There is no rainbow.

  In fact, there are also no boobs.

  He cropped everything but my face out.

  “Told you it was beautiful,” he says with a wink.

  20

  * * *

  | JASON |

  SATURDAY

  (Time: 6:05 p.m.)

  Summe
r is officially the first woman I’ve ever brought up here to my cabin, and she just…fits here.

  “An actual log cabin.” She sighs happily before she goes off to look around, her hands smoothing over all the worn wood pieces of furniture I’ve built over the years as if they’re works of art. “Everything here is just gorgeous, Jason. All these details…”

  The only gorgeous details I can see right now are the ones that I’ve been going crazy over for the past few months.

  Jesus, she’s so fucking beautiful.

  And I mean that in every possible way. It’s not just how goddamn pretty she is, but it’s also all her quirks, her cute reactions to things. The way she looks at the world.

  Only Summer would comment that the smell of sawdust in the air makes her happy.

  Only Summer would crouch down on the floor and gently pat the rustic old wooden crate I use to hold firewood logs next to the fireplace as if she were saying ‘good boy’ to a pet.

  And only Summer would look underneath every single piece of furniture in here to see how they were put together.

  “Every aspect is so unique, so perfect.”

  I run my eyes over every inch of her. Couldn’t agree more.

  After she finishes her tour and returns to my arms, she snuggles in and murmurs contentedly, “Oh my gosh, Jason. You really outdid yourself on the construction. If I lived here, I’d never leave.”

  Okay.

  The sudden, and unexpectedly overwhelming thought of her here with me permanently feels so fucking right, that my arms immediately tighten around her a fraction more.

  She squeaks, and I quickly loosen my hold, only to find she’s simply reacting to finding something else to marvel over. She rushes over to the small tree slab table in the far corner of the room I just finished making earlier in the year. A new hobby. The size is a little weird for a coffee table, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut down more of the tree trunk stump I used as the base.

  “Oh my gosh, Jason, this would make such a cute kids table!”

  And holy shit, all I can think about now is how she and I would make us some friggin’ cute as hell kids.

  She practically skips back to me, all happiness and light.

  So ridiculously adorable.

  Really, it’s a miracle I’ve waited a whole ten minutes to do this…

  I pull her in for a deep, soul-reaching kiss, at the end of which, I literally yank open the white button-down shirt she’s wearing, feeling like a gratified caveman when I hear the buttons flying off and hitting the floor all around us.

  Can’t say that I’ve ever actually torn the buttons off a woman’s clothes before.

  With Summer, I’m thinking I may need to buy her a second wardrobe because I honestly don’t think I’m going to be stopping anytime soon.

  She gasps, staring down at buttons scattered all over the floor. “I-I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers, her voice sounding breathless.

  “Been wanting to do that for months now,” I rasp gruffly.

  Then to semi-apologize for my actions, I flick open the front clasp of her bra and lean down to taste one pert, stiff nipple, alternating back and forth from one nipple to the other at a slow, easy pace I’m fucking surprised I can keep. When her perfect, berry-like nipples tighten to hard little points, I groan and start sucking on them like a starving man.

  My hands run over her slim frame, all muscle and tight lines, before I kiss my way down her smooth, toned belly. I slip her yoga pants down her legs and growl against her skin when I see she’s wearing her cute as fuck fruit of the day panties—raspberries today.

  “You’re soaking wet.” I run the tip of my tongue against the little wet spot between her thighs, finding and rubbing her hard little clit through the fabric until the raspberries are nearly translucent from all her juices.

  My fucking cock is going to explode. It’s pushing against my zipper so hard now I need to undo my jeans to relieve the pressure.

  “Please,” she whimpers as I start stroking my stiff shaft in time with my tongue on her pussy.

  “Please what?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it.

  Her cheeks go pink and her voice drops to a near whisper. “I want to feel you,” she says in a tiny, heated voice.

  It’s so fucking sexy to hear her tell me what she wants. “Where?” I stand back up so I can suck on her nipples again as I wrap her hand around my hard cock. “In your sexy little mouth? Or your pretty little pussy? Show me where you want me, baby.”

  Shyly, she tugs the seam of her panties to the side and hops up on the dining table behind her, literally leading me to her by my dick.

  Damn, I love how much I’ve corrupted her already.

  I ease myself into her and do my best to enter her slowly, gently.

  This is all still new for her and she’s still so fucking tight. But I’m only so strong. Her hot, slick pussy grips my cock like a tight fist, squeezing me tighter every time I push into her harder.

  I’m already balls deep inside of her but I want to get deeper. I want more. I tug on her hair to expose her neck to me and she moans, tightening around the entire length of my shaft. Fuck.

  I suck on her neck, knowing full well that it’s going to leave a mark. One she won’t be able to hide with her work t-shirts. And that thought makes me fuck her harder. I want to brand her as mine. I want the fucking world to know that she’s mine. Her muscles start clamping down on me, pulsing hard against my cock as the proclamation echoes in my brain.

  “You’re mine, Summer,” I growl, feeling my cock grow harder and thicker just from hearing the words aloud.

  I press my thumb against her clit and let her feel the edge of my teeth against her nipple. “Say it. Say this is mine. All of this. Your hard little nipples, this hot, tight pussy. Your brilliant mind, feisty spirit, kind heart. All of you. Mine. Say it.”

  She doesn’t look like she can even hear me. Her eyes are glazed over, nearly mindless with bliss.

  I reach down to hook her legs around my forearms, stretch her wider so I can thrust into her even deeper and at a new, better angle. She’s going to come, I can feel it.

  But not before she says what I want to hear.

  I slow down and make her feel every stroke, the entire length of my cock moving inside her.

  Sucking hard first on one nipple, then the other, I fuck her g-spot until she’s whimpering. “I’ve marked your neck so every fucking guy on the work site will know you’re taken,” I whisper harshly between strokes, feeling an uncontrollable streak of pure possessiveness rip through my veins at the thought of everyone fucking knowing she’s mine. “I’m going to come so deep inside of you that you’ll still be dripping my cum out of you tomorrow. You’re fucking mine, Summer, now say it. If you want me to let you come, if you want to feel me come inside you…if you want me—”

  “I’m yours,” she whispers against my jaw and just like that, my hips shoot forward like a fucking cannon, plunging my cock into her so hard and rough, my own teeth are rattling.

  I fucking swear, one of these days I’ll go slow, I’ll make love to her slowly, but right now, I need her just like this. I need to make her come again in that earth-changing way she does, I need to come in her in that reality-defining way she makes me.

  Her whole body tightens in my arms as she studies me with those big blue eyes. “I’m yours,” she repeats and I’m done. There’s no going back.

  As spasms rip through her core and squeeze my cock, the entire fucking world starts to explode into pieces all around me.

  “I’m yours, too, baby.”

  For once, I’m not so thrilled that my making her come on my cock makes her fall asleep on me.

  21

  * * *

  | SUMMER |

  SUNDAY

  (Time: 10:55 a.m.)

  “Because guys think I’m weird,” I tell Jason when he asks me why I haven’t been out on more dates before while we prepare some sandwiches to take on a mini road trip out to
the coastline. It’s a Sunday brunch tradition I used to have with my granddad back in Washington all the time. One Jason has insisted on having us do for the past two weekends in a row.

  “Guys think you’re weird?” he asks, looking genuinely puzzled by this.

  And that right there makes my heart just melt in my chest.

  “Jason, you’re the first guy who doesn’t seem to notice how crazy I am.”

  “Oh, I’ve noticed.” He grins. “I just happen to like every insane thing about you. I like that you’re not afraid to just be you, that you’re not afraid to show the world exactly what makes you so lovably insane.”

  While I love hearing the genuine respect and admiration in his tone, admittedly, it also makes me feel like a bit of a fraud.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He frowns and tilts my face up to meet his probing gaze. “Did I say something wrong?”

  No. He said everything exactly right. Which is exactly why it’s time. Time to finally show him all the ugly skeletons in my closet.

  I take in a deep breath and say, “I’m going to tell you something, and I’ll understand completely if it changes things between us. But…I hope it doesn’t.”

  He rubs both hands on my shoulders, his eyes concerned. “You can tell me anything. And I’m sure nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”

  Famous last words.

  Before I lose my nerve, I just blurt it out, “My mom was an online prostitute.” Actually, for all I know, that might not be a past tense statement, but I stick to the facts for now.

  He does a double take. “Uh. Okay.”

  Then, like a volcanic eruption, all the sordid details of my childhood come pouring out of my mouth. “My mother couldn’t ever hold a job down for too long. She never liked working. So, when I was a kid, my granddad used to have to cover a lot of bills for us. Except for my fifth-grade year, when we were apparently living in an apartment that some skeezy rich guy was paying for, along with an allowance for her.”