Jason: Exotic Ink Series (Book Three)

by LS Anders

  No. He was a hopeless idiot.

  Not a day went by that she didn’t speak of Kyle. Not one. She was grasping at threads to her past and didn’t seem to want to let go.

  Hell, he was doing the same thing, holding onto teenage feelings for a woman that wasn’t showing any interest in him above friendship.

  She needed to turn loose of her past, and he needed to turn loose of his. Forget about any hope of a romantic relationship with her and find a woman that wanted him.

  Time to make a change.

  There were tons of women out there. He just needed to find the one that was meant to be his.

  Maybe closure on his first love was all he’d needed. He been obsessed with finding her and then obsessed with losing her to another man that he hadn’t given himself a chance to live.

  What he should do is go after that girl he’d just let leave with her soaking wet pussy and give her what she wanted.

  But, he’d promised his friend lunch.

  The tapping on her door had her pausing the episode of Desperate Housewives she was binge watching. Evana had taken Jason’s advice, except for the naked part, but she did have on her comfy house clothes.

  Unbolting and opening the door, she was surprised by how much she’d missed seeing him today. “You’re earlier than I thought you’d be.”

  “I can come back later, you know, if you were planning to be naked when you answered the door.”

  “You wish,” she laughed, walking back over to the nest she had created out of blankets and pillows in the center of the sofa, turning to him before she sat down. “So, watcha’ got in the bag?”

  Jason’s eyes hooded as he took her in. Remembering she was braless had her cheeks burning and her nipples tightening. The rush of wetness between her thighs had her dragging a blanket over her lap. Jesus, to have his hands all over her—

  “You’re favorite,” Jason said, setting the bag on the coffee table.

  “My favorite what?” she asked, momentarily lost in his sultry, green gaze.

  “Sandwich. Remember, I promised I’d bring you lunch.”

  “Oh, yes.” It wasn’t easy to push aside her naughty thoughts. “I remember. Thanks for that.”

  “You wanna eat here or at the dining room table?”

  “Here’s fine,” she said, thinking of the wet spot between her legs.

  “Embracing your inner couch potato, I see.”

  “I’m doing my best.”

  “And a fine job you’re doing, too. I didn’t get drinks, though,” Jason said as he began emptying the bag, setting out deli sandwiches on the coffee table.

  She had easily slipped into her TV comma binge and hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the delicious aroma of the Rueben wafted over when Jason set the deli wrapped confection in front of her.

  “I’ll go grab us drinks. Anything in particular you want?”

  “Whatever you’re having,” she answered, absently unwrapping her lunch.

  Her mouth watered. She couldn’t believe how giddy she was over something as simple as this. She’d really needed this day off, just to allow her mind to let go of everything and do absolutely nothing.

  Taking a bite, she moaned around the tangy meat. “I love you right now.”

  “Just right now? What about later?” Jason smirked at her as he cracked open two sodas.

  Her eyes peeled wide as she realized what she’d just said. “You know what I meant, Jason. We’re friends.”

  “Yep, friends. That’s what we are…friends.” Looking deflated, Jason quickly changed the subject. “So, how many episodes have you watched so far?”

  “Oh, not too many. I started off finishing a book I’ve been reading.”

  “What book was that?”

  “Nothing you’d read.”

  That gained his full attention.

  “Oh my fucking god! Are you a romance novel junkie? You were up here reading smut, while I was downstairs slaving away in the studio,” he accused, trying to keep the smile from his face. “Was it hot? Did you have to rub one out?” Jason laughed out loud at the horrified look on her face.

  “Jason Gales, I cannot believe your dirty mind,” she scoffed.

  “Well…did you?” He searched her face finding the answer. “You did. I can tell by the blush creeping up your neck. Can I borrow it? I’m always on the hunt for new spank material.”

  Finishing off his roast beef, Jason leaned back against the sofa popping the button on his pants to make room for the sandwich he’d just inhaled. Reaching back his hand to discover what was jabbing him in the back, he pulled out the paperback Evana had been reading.

  Smiling, he looked in her direction to see she was still fully engrossed in her Rueben and Desperate Housewives episode.

  Flipping through the pages, he honed in on the word “cock” and stopped to read the paragraphs of a rather steamy sex scene. The words sent a rush of blood south. Finishing the section, he closed the book studying the black and red cover.

  “Is that a riding crop?”

  “Huh. Oh Jesus, Jason! Where did you get that?” Evana lunged for the book, but he held it just out of her reach.

  “You left it on the sofa, and I sat on it. I had no idea you were into BDSM. You’re a dirty girl. Maybe I should spank you.”

  “It’s not dirty. It’s romance.”

  “Is it now? Maybe I need to do some reading of my own,” he commented, switching the book to his other hand as Evana crawled onto his lap trying to retrieve her novel. “Goddess by R.J. Castille. Nice cover. Great sex scene.” He continued to tease her.

  This was working out great for him, he mused as she straddled his lap, leaning forward placing her boobs right in front of his face as she tried in vain to grab the paperback he kept just out of her reach.

  She was braless. He’d noticed that immediately after she’d opened the door. He’d also noticed how the flimsy, soft cotton of her loose fitting pants riding low on her hips had clung to her curves as she turned to walk away from him.

  If he let her have the book, he could free up both hands and reach under her shirt to touch her nipples that were teasing him through the fabric of her simple white t-shirt. But, would she let him or would it gain him a slap across the face? It had been years since he’d had his hands on her breasts, and he wanted nothing more than to caress them again, to be inside her once more.

  His dick was hard as a fucking rock, and her wiggling around on his lap made beads of pre-cum leak from his engorged tip.

  Relinquishing the book, she held it in both hands as she sat back… right across his rigid length. Her smile of success was wiped away and replaced with a flood of desire as he latched onto her hips and ground his erection into her heat.

  Dropping the book to the sofa, she locked lips with him in a feverish kiss, doing some grinding of her own.

  Slipping a hand inside her shirt, he massaged one breast then the other while he kept a hand on her bottom helping her roll her hips into his lap. Christ, he was going to cum from the friction.

  Her tongue was ravishing his when he slipped his hand down the back of her pants, moaning into her mouth when he discovered her pantyless. Moving his fingers farther down between her legs, he made contact with her wet center.

  Groaning, she arched her back giving him access to where he lusted to be. Slipping two fingers easily inside, she rocked back against his hand, pleasuring herself against his invasion.

  She was growing wetter by the second. He couldn’t take much more. Unzipping his pants, his erection sprang free, the tip glistening from all the pre-cum that had wet his briefs.

  She was beginning to tighten around his fingers, and he knew he had only a moment to bury himself inside her before she came.

  Taking hold of the seam running along her crotch, he ripped the material exposing her feminine flesh. She was beautifully swollen.

  Breaking away from the kiss, she looked into his eyes as he took ahold of his engorged length, placing the head at her ope
ning. She rolled her hips and rubbed his sensitive tip through her slippery crevice deciding whether or not to take the plunge.

  As the head of his dick brushed across her clit, the decision was made and she raised up, consuming his length in one downward thrust.

  Moaning together in unison from the contact, Evana planted her hands on his shoulders and began rocking herself against him, working his dick in and out of herself until he was ready to fall over the edge of ecstasy. She was riding him fast. He would have preferred to take it slower, to savor her, but he would take her any way he could get her.

  Sliding both hands inside her shirt, he covered her breasts with his hands, thumbing her nipples. Evana threw back her head arching into him.

  Lifting the hem of her shirt, he popped one hardened bud then the other inside his mouth swirling his tongue around her dusky peaks. She seemed to enjoy the attention and slowed the roll of her hips so he would have an easier time lavishing her with his tongue.

  He wanted to cum so badly, to ease the pressure that had been building inside his balls since the first time he’d laid eyes on her, but she was more than agreeable to having sex after pushing away his efforts to seduce her that her pussy just looked way too good not to have a taste.

  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up high, sliding down until he was under her pretty sex. Not wasting another moment, he plunge his tongue in deep, taking her with his mouth, devouring her as she writhed above him.

  Crying out, she came for him, convulsing around his tongue. Scooting out from under her, she was still on her knees with her legs spread as he took her from behind, slowing her earlier pace to a more gentle ride.

  Loving the feel of her pushing back against him to meet his gentle thrusting, he hissed through clenched teeth as the burn was building up fast.

  Her fiery center began to clench around him. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Jason. You feel so good…so good.” Her sinful words sent him over the edge. Grabbing onto the back of the sofa, she quickened the pace greedily devouring his dick, milking out every drop of cum he had stored up that he nearly teared up from the relief of his release.

  Continuing to rock against him, she made mewing sounds as she dropped her head to rest on the back of the sofa, enjoying the final bursts of her orgasm.

  He had never had the need to use Viagra, but he would pay serious cash for one of those pills right now if it would keep him going. He was spent, but could tell she could easily go again.

  Slipping free of her, he replaced his dick with his hand, sliding two fingers inside her. Lifting her head, she looked back at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Let’s to go my bedroom.”

  Whatever she had in mind, he was game. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her through the door she pointed to and laid her out on the bed. Spreading her legs, he pushed his fingers back inside and began pumping. She rode his fingers with delicious rolls of her hips.

  “Jason, please….” she moaned.

  “Tell me what you need.”

  “In the top drawer,” she pointed to the nightstand.

  Pulling open the drawer, to his surprise, he found an array of adult toys he wouldn’t have expected her to have. Apparently the woman had a silicone fetish, and didn’t that make him groan in approval. His long, lost love was kinky.

  Fuck yes!

  Choosing a toy that was about the size of his own dick, he ran the tip along her slippery center, disappearing the tip inside her before pulling it free.

  A strangled groan of frustration escaped her. He knew if she was going to allow him to continue to play, he needed to stop teasing and get on with the pleasuring.

  Working the toy in and out of her, she began to move her hips. “More… please.”

  Holy shit!

  He knew what he needed to do. Reaching back into the draw, he pulled out a conical shaped object. Removing the dildo, he wet the smaller toy with her feminine juices. Thrusting the larger toy inside her several times before easing the plug inside her anus.

  She was gorgeous as she threw back her head against the pillows. Neither one of them had shed their clothes. Seeing her spread out before him with her pants torn down the center as he plunged a dildo inside her, with both her orifices full, had his dick twitching back to life.

  She lifted her shirt kneading her breasts as she met his forward thrust hardening him further. He sent up a silent thanks as he removed the dildo and replaced it with himself.

  Cursing, she moaned out his name as he entered her. Thrusting slowly at first, he needed to ditch his pants and shoes. Stopping to rid himself of his clothing, she growled at him.

  He knew the feeling.

  Being sexually deprived for just a few weeks had him ready to pull his hair out, and if Evana hadn’t had sex since Kyle, Christ, then she was beyond horny.

  No wonder the look she was giving him was one of a starved animal that was protecting a piece of fresh meat. The girl was in desperate need of attention, and he was prepared to give her as much as she needed even if it took all damn night. He had access to a drawer full of toys and would be more than happy to fill her up until she begged him to stop.

  Christ, he knew where she was at. The need to be touched by someone else’s hands besides your own was overwhelming. Masturbating could only get you so far until the need for human contact was the only thing that would satisfy the itch. He just hoped it was him she was craving and not just anybody.

  Setting a pace that had her panting and him not cuming immediately, he rolled his hips until sweat dotted his forehead, and his back began to stiffen. He was lasting longer than he thought was possible, but he’d never been able to go a second round even back when he was young, so this was a new experience for him.

  Intrigued that she liked to have a little something in the back, he wondered if she’d like to have a lot of him back there instead.

  Pulling free, she protested, but was happy when he rolled her over onto her belly lifting her by the hips onto her knees. Carefully removing the toy, he glanced over to her still open drawer and grabbed a tube of lubricant, squeezing out a healthy amount onto his erection.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a naughty grin and reached into the drawer to pull out some kind of vibrating device that she inserted inside herself. Moaning, she arched her back to give him greater access to her rectum.

  That was a green light if he ever saw one.

  Guiding the head of his dick to her tight opening, he couldn’t believe he was about to have her this way. Most girls would clench up tight if he got anything near their rear ends, but Evana was already pushing back against him, wanting him inside. Whatever toy she had pleasuring her pussy was doing a fabulous job, because she was already rotating her hips in a greedy circle.

  Careful as he pushed his head inside, his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her silky passage. Tightly squeezing his sensitive tip, he nearly came undone at the feel of her gripping him.

  Taking his cues from the sounds she was making, he continued to push his way inside careful not to hurt her. Once his balls touched her feminine lips, the vibration from her toy nearly made him orgasm.

  Retreating, he slowly filled her, over and over, until she seized up, slapping back hard against him, cuming with a guttural groan that had him emptying himself inside her.

  He was completely drained. Wiped out as he slumped over her.

  Removing the vibrating toy, Evana made to lie on her side. Moving with her, he slipped himself free, cuddling up tight to her back, wrapping his arms around her and tangling his legs with hers.

  Sex with her was so different from any other time he’d done it. There was a level of completeness he had never felt and wondered if this new feeling was what making love to someone you cared for was like.

  Unable to hold onto any kind of thoughts as he began to drift into unconsciousness, he focused on how she felt in his arms, so completely satiated that she was already breathing heavy from sleep.

  “Do you think I’m we
ird?”

  The unexpected question floated over to him from across the office. Jason was very much aware of her presence as he always was, but he had been focused on rearranging Tegan’s work schedule to line up his off days with Rayna’s since they had kissed and made up with a baby on the way.

  Looking over to where she sat behind her desk, he took a moment to study her beautiful cat-like eyes before answering, “Why would I think that?”

  “Well, you know, because of my toy collection and my affinity for having a little something extra.” She sucked in her bottom lip before scraping her teeth across it.

  Swallowing the lump in his throat and adjusting himself in his seat to make room for his instant hard-on as an image of him buried inside her ass slammed into his brain.

  “No, baby, I don’t think you’re weird.”

  Shit. The pet name seemed to snap her back from sexy, back-door temptress into boss mode. “Jason, I already told you once that you cannot call me that.”

  “Sorry, I just thought that after yesterday, things would be a little different.”

  Evana rubbed a hand across her forehead, briefly closing her eyes. Rolling away from her desk, she stood making her way over to him.

  His erection deflated immediately. This was not a seductive walk made to make him want her to straddle his lap. This was a walk of determination to straighten his ass out. He’d seen other women do it when he’d had to explain why he didn’t feel the need for a repeat sexual encounter.

  “Jason, yesterday was…fine.”

  Fine! he ranted to himself as he felt two indentations etch themselves between his eyebrows. What the fuck? Fantastical, exhilarating, or phenomenal, but never fine. Are you fucking kidding me with fine? That was some of my best fucking ever, woman.

  Pissed the fuck off, he didn’t hear all of what she had said. “…, and I had a moment of weakness. It was a one-time thing. It was totally my fault, but I still want to remain friends. You understand, right?”

  “Sure, Evana. Just friends.”