There was something so hot about Jason’s face pressed between my legs, almost as if I had wanted him there a lot longer than I realized. He reached up and tugged at my waist, pulling me down to the floor. I leaned my upper back against the wall as he pushed my thighs wide apart and dove down with his mouth. I could feel his lips caress my mound like they did my own lips just a day before, and I moaned loudly as his tongue did circle eights over my clit. My hands moved down to Jason’s head, and I pushed my fingers through his dark hair, feeling his head swivel as his intensity increased. I gasped as he slid two fingers inside of me and began to push in and out, his mouth firmly planted on my nub, sucking and nibbling me closer and closer to orgasm. I breathed deeply, trying to keep myself under control but there was no way I could at that point, the wanting had been there for so long.
The heat of the moment bubbled up in my stomach as I began to grind my hips against his face. Sensing how close I was, he picked up the pace, moving his fingers deeper and harder, and pressing his mouth firmly into my wetness. I cried out, throwing my hands to my side and grinding my hips. He clamped his hands around my waist and moved me with his mouth, bringing a feeling of pleasure surging through me. Like the fire that ignited the bomb, that pleasure pushed my orgasm over the edge. I screamed again, tightening every muscle in my body, arching my back and taking in a deep breath. The waves of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, and I could barely keep my composure. As the juices flowed, Jason moved his mouth over my pussy fast, lapping up my taste and groaning. As my muscles relaxed, and I let out a deep breath, I could feel a smile pull at the edges of Jason’s lips. I leaned forward, pushing him back and climbing to my knees.
“Stand up,” I said, biting my lip.
He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat, ready for what was going to come next. I raked my fingers down his sides and grabbed onto his ass, pulling his body toward me. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his long hard shaft, almost taken back by how big it was. I looked up into his eyes and grinned as I closed my eyes and took his cock deep into my throat. He lurched and groaned as I deep throated his shaft, pressing my lips against his skin at the base. His eyes got big as I sucked hard, pulling it back out and then diving back down. He wrapped his fingers gently through my hair and pushed gently against my head, taking only slight control. As I pulled my head back up, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, sucking hard. He moaned out, grabbing harder at my hair. His hips began to thrust forward as his hand held my face still. I opened my mouth wide and allowed him to push deep down into my throat. My eyes watered as I looked up at him, his face dark with desire. I reached my hands up and coddled his balls, gently massaging them as he picked up the pace.
I moaned quietly, the arousal simmering in my belly while I watched him fuck my mouth. It was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other in those moments. He pulled back, loosening his grip on my hair and taking a calming breath as he looked down at me. Slowly, he reached down and scooped me into his arms, carrying me back toward the bedroom. I ran my lips across his neck, feeling his strong hands gripping my thighs and his muscular arms beneath me. He gently laid me down on the bed, and I pulled my head up on the pillow. As he hovered over me, I could see the passion in his stare and despite my assumption that he would dive right in, he ran his fingers through my hair, resting his body to the side. His face pushed down toward mine, and he kissed my lips, gently at first, but then turning deeper and needier. His hands slipped over my breasts, and he grasped them, massaging with his hands as his tongue explored my mouth. I gasped as his hard cock rubbed against my side, making more wetness pool between my legs. I wanted him so badly, but this touch was something I had not experienced before, his emotions spilling out over my skin. The men in this family were never very good at verbal expression, but Jason had found an outlet to express his.
Slowly, he rolled over on top of me, pushing my legs apart, his eyes still focused on mine. My breath picked up from the intensity of the contact, and I gasped as his cock slowly slid through my juices. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling every inch of him fill me up. His lips trailed down my throat as his hips began to push forward slowly until our bodies connected. I opened my eyes and found his stare still steady, and I locked on as if our gaze was what held us together. He penetrated me to the core, groaning into my mouth as our lips hovered closely together. I could feel the bulge in his cock as he took his time, wanting more but holding back. His restraint was almost more than I could handle, and my fingertips danced across his back, secretly begging him for more. As if he could read what was in my mind through my eyes, he started going faster, his hips moving in a wave as his body swiped across my clit. I pulled my legs up to the sides of his body and held tightly to his neck, pulling his body close to mine.
I could feel the muscles tense and release as he pushed forward with his legs, holding himself just inches with his massive trembling arms. My body reacted in every way to his lustful gaze and all-encompassing coverage. My hips tilted upward and my thighs relaxed, opening myself to him fully. It was the first time I had ever felt that comfortable with a man before. I wanted all of him, and I yearned to feel him come inside of me, knowing it was safe since my condition didn’t allow me to have children. The feeling was free with no attachments of stress or anger. It was just two people connecting on a level beyond cosmic, and it seemed the world had stood still. I moaned quietly with my breath as the buildup of another orgasm brewed inside of me. The feeling of his soft warm skin brushing against my wetness sent ribbons of arousal through my body.
Jason’s movements grew stronger and more powerful, showing me he, too, was reaching the edge of his climax. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to control his muscles. His body yearned to let loose while his mind concentrated on the deep steady movements inside of me. I knew I needed to give him permission to free himself from the constant need to fill me with his shaft and allow himself to feel the orgasm fighting to break through. I leaned my face to his ear and whispered.
“I want to feel you come.”
He groaned loudly and let out a deep breath, pushing his arms up and grabbing my thighs. He hooked my legs over his arms and began to thrust deeper and harder. His speed quickened and the strained look from before was replaced with determination. He bit his lip as his hips moved faster and faster, his cock throbbing for release. I reached my arms over my head and grabbed the edge of the mattress moaning loudly as he pushed into me hard and deep. My muscles began to tense as the feeling of skin on mine pushed me over my edge. I arched my back and tilted my head, screaming loudly as ribbons of pleasure flowed through my body, taking over my senses and blinding me with passion. I could feel him sit up and grab me under the back as he pushed several times short and hard inside of me. With the final push, his fingers grabbed at my skin and his muscles tightened. His eyes closed as his head tilted backward, and I could feel the explosion of his seed inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure as his cock pulsated against my already shivering walls. Deep groaning sounds escaped his throat as he twitched in front of me, letting the last of his orgasm simmer out.
For several minutes he sat there, holding my exhausted, heaving body in his arms as one by one, his muscles relaxed. He laid me down gently on the bed and let out a deep breath, pulling his still hard cock from inside of me and collapsing on the bed next to me. We laid there in pleasured silence for several minutes before he turned on his side and propped his head up on his hand. He moved the hair from my face and pulled the sheet up over my exposed body. I smiled as he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I glanced over at the clock and chuckled.
“I think I made you late for work,” I whispered.
“I’m not going back,” he said grinning. “I can’t leave this. Hell, my father is the owner of the company. I’ve never used that to my advantage to miss work, but today, I think it will be okay.”
“Good,” I said touching his face. “I like you here.”
“I like b
eing here, with you,” he said kissing my cheek. “And I want to talk to you about your medical condition.”
“Okay,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “Well, it's called PCOS, Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I grow a bunch of small cysts on my ovaries, and in turn, it makes it pretty much impossible to get pregnant. It’s been a bit to take in. I mean I lost any chance to have a child and lost my husband all in one month. It’s been overwhelming, to say the least.”
“I know,” he said looking at me in a way no other man ever had. “I’d like to help if you’d let me. I have some contacts with some amazing doctors, and I’d like to set you up for a second opinion.”
“That would be amazing,” I said. I bet he didn’t know just how awesome he was.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “That was easy.”
“I’m not one to fight someone looking out for my best interest,” I laughed.
“I’ll always look out for your best interest,” he replied.
And I was going to hold him to that.
Chapter 11
Jason
My home office looked like the inside of a doctor’s office with printed medical journals sprawled out all over the place. I had a bucket of highlighters sitting next to me, and the pages I printed were highlighted according to the type of information. By the time I was done with one sheet, it looked like a rainbow and the paper had become flimsy from the amount of ink that was saturating the fibers. I had decided that since Tiffany was busy this weekend getting stuff moved around in her house and spending time with her best friend Mona, I was going to get myself up to speed on her medical condition. I couldn’t really be there for her or find her the best doctor for a second opinion if I didn’t know everything there was to know about this disease. The internet, as always, was peppered with information that I had to sort through from medical journals to personal stories of women who suffered from the condition. There were your normal fairy tale stories of women who were told they would never get pregnant and then, poof, they had triplets, to women who suffered almost debilitating depression because of the lack of fertility. Thinking about Tiffany having to feel even an ounce of the pain these women did made me uneasy, and I was determined to make her into one of the success stories.
After I understood what the condition was and what it scientifically did to her body, I started looking up treatments. There was everything from invasive surgeries to holistic remedies, and by the time I was done sorting those out, my head was spinning. I knew treatment was not up to me at all, but I wanted to give Tiffany the best options, the ones she would feel most comfortable with and would offer her the best chance of recovery. Just knowing the woman for five seconds, you could tell she was meant to be a mother. Her nurturing nature and huge heart were some of the things I had admired for years. She was everything you expected a woman holding a baby in her arms to be. How had she managed to escape college without becoming a teacher or a caregiver? I knew how her life was growing up, though, with parents who were dependent on drugs, and I wondered how much that affected her want for her own children. She had been independent since she was a small child, having to take care of her parents when they were all drugged out. From that, her brother had protected and shielded her until she could break free of the chains and become the woman she was.
It was already an adult fairy tale, and I figured if anyone could work past this condition, it would be Tiffany. I took a break, grabbing a beer from the fridge and walking out onto my balcony. I didn’t live in a high-rise like Jordan but, instead, hung out in a three-story SoHo loft with a walk-out onto the roof sanctuary that also housed a swimming pool just for me. It was like my break away from the business of Manhattan, while still being able to walk outside and see the chaos of the city. I absolutely loved every part of it. I pulled my phone out and smiled, looking down at the message from Tiffany. We had been talking ever since I left her house late Friday night. Everything in me wanted to stay, but Saturday morning was the annual fall breakfast at my parents’ place, and so, I’d gone home to get changed and ready for that. It felt weird not having her there, and even my mother had commented on her absence. Jordan simply rolled his eyes and passed the potatoes, not wanting to talk about it, irritated that his family wasn’t going into woman-hater mode with him.
The entire time at breakfast, I had thought about Tiffany and the amazing sex we’d had the night before. Her body was so tender, so soft, and it felt like more than just a roll in the hay like I thought. I had years of emotions behind it, having watched her from afar for many years, envious that my brother could be with such an amazing creature. For her part, I don’t know how she felt, but she seemed to be just as emotionally vested as I was. Physically, though, our bodies connected right away, and it was like I knew just how to pleasure her, the knowledge that would normally come later in a relationship when two people had fully brought their bodies together, over and over, learning each other’s pleasure zones and arousal buttons. Not so with Tiffany. She and I, once close, were like magnets, rubbing against each other, drawn closer and closer, and feeling every single inch of each other’s bodies. I couldn’t wait until the next time I got to be alone with her. There were several other things I had in mind for that sexy body.
Tonight, though, was the regular Sunday night dinner where I would get to sit across the table from Jordan and keep my secret to myself. I was even more disgusted by the way he had treated Tiffany, especially now that we had given ourselves to each other and now that I understood her on an entirely new level. I was disappointed the situation was as it was and I couldn’t keep her close to me, bringing her along to my parent's house to show off and hold hands with her. Jordan had been the only one to regularly bring girls to my parents while I had reserved that for a time I knew the girl was the one. I knew it seemed crazy, but that was how I felt about Tiffany, regardless of where her feelings for me were. That was something I wasn’t going to push, especially since the ink had hardly dried on her divorce.
However, I wasn’t going to lie. I didn’t hesitate to torture my brother, knowing he was wondering about the girl who was taking my attention away. He had stopped hounding me about Tiffany, though I knew it was still on his mind. He would just have to wait like everyone else until the time was right. In the meantime, I would get to keep my feelings for Tiffany private and just between the two of us. Our time would be our time, and I felt it would make it even that much more important to the two of us. It wasn’t very often, especially in my family, when something special came into your life that you got to enjoy in privacy before everyone wanted to be a part of it. I wasn’t sure how my family would react, but I knew in time, no matter how they felt at first, they would be happy to have Tiffany back into the fold.
I spent the rest of the afternoon organizing the notes into folders and putting them together. I figured eventually Tiffany might want to read some of the information, but for now, I had a pretty good understanding of the disease, what the symptoms were, and what to talk to the doctors about. I would be making phone calls first thing in the morning from the office. I wanted to get on top of this as fast as possible so Tiffany could put her mind at ease for the future. I had no idea how she felt, but I did know that the less stress she had, the quicker she could come back to work, and the more relaxed we could be around each other. The best thing I knew how to do was get her in to see a doctor and be there for her, no matter what the end result was. I couldn’t help but think there wasn’t something we could do to get through this, even if she didn’t end up with me in the end. I just wanted her to be happy. Everything else would work out how it was supposed to after that. I flipped my office light off and headed to my room to get changed and get ready to go to my parents’ house for dinner. It was going to be a fun night, watching my brother act the douchebag like he usually did, knowing in the back of mind, I saved Tiffany from a miserable existence in his shadow.
My parents always sent a car for me on Sundays. They wanted me to enjoy wine with dinner and wh
iskey afterward without worrying about me getting home. They had moved outside of the city when we were young teenagers, into a large mansion on the edge of town. I hopped in the car and sat back, watching as I passed the changing colors of the trees and texted Tiffany on my way there. She was eating pizza and drinking tequila with Mona, and it made me a little jealous, but only because I wanted to be there with her. When I arrived at my parents, I shoved my phone in my pockets and walked up the large front staircase. My mother had already pulled out the fall decorations, and there was a large wreath covered in orange, red, and brown leaves hanging from the front door. The maid opened the door before I could even reach for the handle, and I smiled as I walked in, smelling the scent of Sunday evening dinner. It was really the only time my mother cooked anymore. Instead, she’d hired a chef and spent her days and nights between the office and doing her crafting with her friends from the club.
At the start of dinner, I looked down at my phone and smiled at a picture Tiff sent of her and Mona sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by tequila and pizza. They were ridiculous, but I was really pleased to see Tiffany starting to act like her old self again. She was way too precious to be caught up in heartbreak, and I was happy to be part of the solution.
“That your new girlfriend?” Jordan looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “Where’d you meet her?” He sounded suspicious, but I ignored his tone.
“I met her at a bar a few weeks ago,” I said smiling. “She’s pretty awesome. You’d really like her.” I stared right at Jordan with a cocky smile. He squinted his eyes at me with curiosity.
“Is that why you didn’t come back to work on Friday?” My father interrupted our stare-off, and I switched my gaze to him, taking a deep breath.
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