by Stacey Lynn
Jason’s look is absolutely clear in what he wants. I’m still so dumbfounded by what’s transpired in the last few minutes I can’t form the words to respond to him.
With my luck, I’ll open my mouth and only vowels will come out making me look a fool. Instead, I take his hand, allow him to guide me out of the elevator and to his door where he unlocks it. His hand settles at my back and he pushes the door open with his other, effectively bracing me in while guiding me through.
“You have nothing to be afraid of from me.”
Ha. Right. I know this. It’s not exactly fear I’m currently feeling.
As soon as the door behind us closes, he sets down my wine bottle and gently, slowly, like he’s trying not to terrify me, he divests me of my phone and wineglass, reaching out and keeping his dark eyes focused on my face.
Soon, my hands are empty and suspended in the air and probably making me look like a frozen rag doll and he’s back in front of me, moving closer. He’s done this before, moving with a warning and giving me time to flee but this time, I do the opposite.
I don’t want to flee so much as I want to run into his arms and hope like hell he’ll never break my heart.
“Jason,” I whisper, right before my fingers cling to his shirt and yank him closer.
He has other ideas though because at the last second, he squats down and his hands go to my hips. His legs lift and I have to wrap my ankles around him and adjust my grip on his shirt so I don’t fall.
“My room,” he says, right before he slams his mouth to mine again and this time, for possibly the first time he’s ever kissed me, there’s no hesitation. I seal my mouth to his, slip my tongue along his lips and for the very first time ever… I kiss Jason.
It’s delicious. His lips are so warm, so soft. The scrape of his scruff along my mouth makes me aware of every movement, every moment of our mouths moving together, slipping, sliding, taking and giving.
I have studiously avoided even going near the door to Jason’s room on the days when he’s gone and I’ve been here. I haven’t wanted to be tempted or to snoop, and currently when he kicks open his door and flips on a light switch which illuminates two pale lights by his bed, I couldn’t care less about anything in his room except finally, finally being able to strip Jason down to nothing and let him have his way with me.
“Oh God,” I whisper as he pulls his mouth off mine and sucks hard at my neck. I hope he leaves a mark. I want the memory of this night bruised into my flesh for days.
“You taste so damn sweet,” he replies and then he’s squatting down, setting me on the edge of the bed. I untangle my ankles from his back and my limbs already feel rubbery. Thank goodness he didn’t try to set me on my feet. I’d fall straight to the plush carpet beneath my feet.
His hands go to my knees and he pushes my legs open. My sweater is now making me feel unbearably hot. A first. I shove it off my shoulders as his hands move up my thighs, and back down, running his callused palms down my sensitive and overheated skin creating delicious friction.
Peering up at me, his jaw is hard, his dark eyes scorchingly wicked. “I can’t wait to taste you down here.”
“Please.” I widen my legs at the thought. The vision of his dark hair the only thing I see as he goes down on me. I imagine my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until it’s too much and I try to yank him away only for him to insist on continuing.
“Soon.” He stands abruptly and I feel the loss of his touch acutely, everywhere, until he’s in front of me, whipping off his shirt, shoving down his shorts. He’s in front of me with nothing more than skintight boxers that only accentuate the bulk of what is hidden beneath. I don’t know where I should focus. His face? The muscles at his shoulders with veins running down his forearms? The bricks of his abs or the flex of his thighs?
I have died and gone to heaven. I’m gaping at him. Sure of it. I have no idea where to explore first when given the opportunity only that I want to memorize it all.
“Stand up.”
My legs comply and then I’m in front him, still gaping, still uncertain where to touch him first. It’s all my teenage fantasies and then more in the flesh and I’m afraid to blink for fear it’ll vanish. I have the undeniable desire to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming this up but then his hands are at my sides, pushing up my tank top and there is no way I could feel this much if I was actually dreaming.
“Jason.” I whisper his name. Nothing else. My vocabulary has fled, but he doesn’t seem to mind because he grins at me, raising my shirt until I have to lift my arms and then it’s gone, with his hands sliding along my skin.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this. How many nights I’ve imagined touching you like this. Years, Tess. When it was wrong for me to think this way about you. I’ve thought of taking you in every way imaginable and that dress you wore the other night? Those damn heels? We’re going to re-create that night again. And soon. I’ll take you on the kitchen counter, eating you out as my appetizer next time and then fuck you bent over the kitchen table for dessert.”
I can picture it. He makes it sound better than anything my own imagination can dream up.
I sway toward him and he halts me, hands slipping to my back, undoing my bra and then the straps are being pushed down my arms.
I have a moment of fear before my breasts fall free, my bra to the floor, and Jason’s hands are cupping my breasts, his thumb swiping my nipples as his mouth descends, his gaze on me as he does so. I nod minutely, acquiescing. I’ll give him everything. I’ll let him take from me whatever he wants and when his mouth closes over my nipple for the first time, the pressure and the heat and warmth from his wet mouth sucking hard makes me throw my head back and cry out.
My hands go to where I’ve imagined them for so long, tangled at his head, scratching his scalp as he plays with one breast before moving to the next and all while he does it, shocks of pleasure are sent straight to my core making my hips move and roll. And he knows, he has to know what he’s doing to me because one of his hands is back up my thigh, sliding up and up and up until his fingertips are at the seam of my thigh beneath my shorts, pushing aside my underwear and—
“Oh God, please, yes.”
He chuckles against my nipple, continues to work me there and then when he finds my slit, brushes his fingers along my seam, his groan might almost be louder than mine.
“Fuck.” He pops off my breasts and lifts his head before taking my mouth. “You’re so damn wet and warm.”
He’s so damn sexy and big and his fingers are still brushing against me while his body moves me backward until I stumble and fall to the bed. His other arm wraps around my back and he catches me, adjusting me slowly before he’s on his knees in front of me, hand sliding out of my shorts and shoving them down my legs, along with my underwear. The cool satin slips down my skin and then he flips everything into the air before returning, pushing apart my thighs.
“This might kill me.”
“That’d be a shame,” he whispers, kissing my thighs, moving upward. “There are a lot of things I want to do to you but I need you alive for them.”
I laugh and I’m a shivering mess. Trembling. So hot. I sit up so I don’t miss a thing and watch Jason slide his fingers through my sex, gathering moisture before finally, slowly, dipping a finger inside of me is the most obscenely glorious sight I could ever conjure.
“More,” I gasp as his thumb brushes my clit and his finger rolls and twists inside me. I brace my feet on the platform edge of his bed, hands curling over the edge of the covers. My blonde hair falls forward, hiding my breasts so all I see is the top of Jason’s head and his fingers sliding in and sliding out of me. The wet sounds it makes as he adds another and then I’m pretty certain this time my groan is definitely louder than his.
He gazes up at me, wicked intentions with promises of delivering an incredible orgasm in his eyes, lips parted, his own cheeks flushed. “I want to taste you and I want to s
lam my dick inside of you so hard and at the same time, I want to slowly torture you like I’ve been for so long, and watch you fall apart for me, just like this, with nothing but my fingers inside of you.”
I.want.it.all.NOW.
No man has talked like this to me, explained his desires so clearly, demanded he take all the time he wants. Without a doubt, when we’re in bed together, it will be Jason calling the shots. I will also have no problems following.
“Jason…” I bite off another cry, teeth grinding into my bottom lip as I stare down at him watching me while his fingers curl inside of me finding that perfect ridge and I arch so hard my hips lift off the bed. He reaches up and pulls out my lip.
“Don’t you dare hide those noises from me. I want to hear every single damn scream you have to give me.”
And that’s what does it. His command, the need he’s building like an inferno deep inside my soul, because he continues rubbing, adds pressure with his thumb, and the entire time he alternates between looking at where we’re joined and watching my expression.
I shatter. My thighs quake and I grind into his hand. My lips fall open and as I begin to cry out in pleasure, Jason dips his head and takes my clit into my mouth, taking me so far over the edge I’m not sure I’ll survive the fall and as he tastes me, mouth sucking my clit and fingers still moving, I fall back to the bed, stomach clenching. My back bows until he drains every single cry from me until I am the one to push his face away from me.
I’m listless, floating on his bed while falling into oblivion and I barely see reality until Jason stands, wiping me off of him and he goes to the nightstand at his table, comes back, and drops a string of condoms next to me.
“Can you take more tonight?”
More might actually kill me.
Still, I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs and echo his earlier words back to him. “I will take everything you give me.”
He grins and there’s nothing nice about his smile as he kicks off his underwear, grabs my waist and throws me farther up the bed, following me on a crawl.
“Good. Then hold on, Tessa, because I’m about to give you the best ride of your life.”
Of that, I have absolutely no doubt.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jason
* * *
I wake up before my alarm and find myself curled and wrapped around Tessa. Her back is to me, one leg curled up and the other straight and one of my legs is shoved between hers. It’s exactly how we fell asleep last night. I meant to hold her until sleep took her before moving to my back like I usually sleep but I’m not surprised I haven’t moved a muscle.
I worked her hard. Hell, I worked myself hard. I can’t remember the last night I’ve gone so long, fucked so hard. Screwed so slowly. Taken my time and hurried it up. She put me through the wringer and I should be spent and exhausted, instead, my dick is hard, sliding along the curve of her ass. I should give Tessa a break after the hours we spent wrapped around each other last night. I know it’s been awhile for her. Longer probably than it’s been for me, but still, I haven’t been with a woman since early summer.
But holy shit, last night was so damn incredible. Best night of my life. Even better than winning the Stanley Cup or the day I was drafted. Finally, I’ve had Tessa. I know exactly what she looks like when she comes, how voracious she is in bed, and it’s all so much more damn incredible than my wildest fantasy.
Screw giving her a break. Starting next week, I’m going to be spending several nights a week traveling for the next six months at least. I’m taking all of her I can get before I’m reduced to nights using my hand again when I’m on the road. I already know I’m going to miss her sweet, warm body next to me.
At least now we have time, considering I don’t have to be at the arena for a couple hours yet. Plenty of time to reacquaint myself with the feel of her drenched pussy. That thought in mind, my already hard dick twitches against her and I roll to my side so I can slide my mouth over her neck. Even asleep, she’s beautiful. All that hair, floral scented all over my damn sheets. Her makeup is smudged across her eyes and her lips are parted, puffy and swollen from all the use they got last night exploring every inch of my body and more than enough time playing with my cock.
God. Tessa’s blow jobs are award worthy. Her excitement. Her grow. The way she knows to speed up and slow down and tease me until I almost came down her throat. Fortunately, I’d been able to stop it, but the memory of her mouth on me alone has me groaning against her flesh as I push down the sheet and blanket covering her until her breasts are exposed.
Perfect, pink pebbled nipples ringed with a softer pink. I adjust her, notice she’s still sleeping but if there’s one way to wake Tessa up, it’ll be this.
Perhaps I should add taking her nipples into my mouth to my daily morning routine. The thought makes me smile and I flick one of her nipples with my tongue while watching her, waiting for her to wake up. Her eyes flutter but remain closed and that won’t do. I want her awake and needy for when I slide into her.
I roll her until she’s on her back and fall between her spread legs. My dick is ready to punch a hole through the mattress and I adjust myself so I don’t rub myself off like a damn teenager as I take her nipple in my mouth again. This time, I add my fingers to her sex, playing with her clit. And shit, it doesn’t take long before a soft little whimper escapes those swollen parted lips or for her to become wet. Or for her hips to start rocking into my hand.
Her eyes flutter again. Her hand slides down her stomach, coming into contact with my hair and her fingers curl in.
“Yes. Please,” she whispers. I’m not even sure if she’s awake, but hell, even if she’s dreaming I’ll make sure it’s the best damn sex dream she’s ever had.
I turn and kiss her wrist before moving on to her other breast. They’re so full, so damn much of them, I could spend hours alone working Tessa’s tits with my mouth, my fingers at her nipples. Someday I’m going to slide my dick in between them and watch her catch my cum in her mouth and she’s going to love every damn second. Maybe I’ll make her get herself off with a toy.
The fucking dirty thought has my mind racing with more ideas. I’m a creative guy. My bet, after last night, Tessa will be willing to try it all with me.
“Jason,” she says on a sigh and her eyes are still closed. Her pussy drenched. I want her eyes on me when I slide into her, so I bite down on her nipple and give it a tug, enough for the sting of pain there to shoot another rush of wet down to my fingers.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I say against her tit. “I need you.”
There, her eyes open, lids flutter rapidly before bursting wide open. “Holy crap this is real.”
I laugh and kiss her stomach, the dip in the middle down to her belly button while I move my hands to her thighs and then take her pussy with my mouth.
And just like last night, she grips my hair and I suddenly can’t wait until it grows out longer. Every scrape of her nails against my scalp spurs me on. Tessa tastes like the sweetest cream on my tongue, something else I definitely plan on adding to my daily diet along with playing with her tits and it doesn’t take me long at all before her legs begin shivering, her moans become louder, her grip tightens and her abs contract.
“Close,” she cries.
Too close. She’ll come with my dick in her this morning, giving me the morning I’ve waited for since I was twenty damn years old.
“Nightstand,” I say, pulling back. Thank God we both slept naked. Her body is on display as she rolls, huffing out a laugh with crimson staining her cheeks. She grabs a condom and falls to her back again.
“I can’t believe this is real.”
“It’s real. All of it.” Us. And it’s going to be an us that lives well together outside the bed, too. That I plan on starting to prove to her every damn night. Tonight, I’m taking her to dinner even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I take the condom from her trembling hand, tear it open and then shov
e her legs wider open, wrapping them around my back while I get situated.
“You ready?” I bend over her, kiss her, slide my tongue into her mouth and press myself at her opening.
“Yeah,” she breathes, eyes wide open and on me and this might be my favorite moment of fucking Tessa. Every time I enter her, she keeps her eyes open and there’s a moment when they flash and widen, where she feels the full width of me and her body strains to accommodate me. She adjusts quickly and I slide all the way in, taking her mouth while I begin to move. But damn if I don’t want to move anywhere and stay inside her like this every waking moment of the day.
Unfortunately, Tessa appears to need me to move too because her hands slide to my hips and she rocks against me, holding on, fucking herself on my dick and damn, that’s hot too. Everything about her is sexy as hell in a way so much deeper and just more than I dreamed of.
Soon, sweat falls down my spine as my hips piston and roll, finding that hotspot inside of Tessa that makes her arch her back, throw her head back and cling to me while she loses the ability to stay quiet. And soon, she’s writhing while I fuck her. Our mouths fuse together and I swallow her cries down to my soul, my balls growing tight and I groan into her mouth, “Get there. Tessa. Now.”
Because I’m so close and hell if I’m shooting off before she gets hers.
“So close. I’m close.”
“Yeah, baby. Let me see you come for me.”
I bow my back, bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth. My other hand goes to her other and my hips move faster.
She arches. Cries out. And then her pussy clamps down on me so hard while she comes, eyes open and staring at me, biting her tongue while she tries to smother her noises. I pump once more. Twice. Three times and then slam inside of her, and empty myself, my orgasm taking over.
And for the first time in my life, I hate the fact there’s something separating me from a woman. I want this condom gone. I want my damn seed inside of her. I want her stomach swollen with our kid and I want complete bareness for both of us.
