I unbuckle his belt and then the jeans. I watch him as I unzip his pants. My hand bumps his erection on the way down. His quick clenching and unclenching of his jaw is the only sign that he’d felt it. I want to push his pants and boxer briefs down at the same time, but I know it’s unacceptable with the way he’s been acting. I remove the jeans, then return for his underwear. My willpower is tested when his hard cock greets me on my way down. I want to touch. I want to suck it. I want to feel it deep inside of me. I get so lost in a stare down with his beautiful appendage; Jason has to intervene.
“Go lie in the bed.” I do as I’m told. I move around to the side to get in like I normally would. “No. Start at the foot of the bed. I want you to crawl. I want to see your ass and watch your pussy tease me with each movement.”
My body throbs and begs for him. I’m soaked, and the thought of teasing him makes me wetter.
“On your back. Open your legs; I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Jason groans as he watches me spread for him. His big hand fists his erection spreading the precum all over.
Whimper my anticipation. The devilish smile returns as he looks down at his dick them back at me.
“You want this?” I nod eagerly but his focus is back between my legs. “I love how wet you are for me. I know you taste so damn good right now.”
His eyes command my attention as he slowly licks his lips. I’m so hot I want to cry. Resting a knee on the bed, Jason leans forward and hooks his finger around the center panel of my panties. His knuckle grazes my sensitive clit and wet slit.
“You’re soaked. Ready for me?”
My core tugs with need. “Yes.”
He allows his knuckle to slide up and down once more before he rips my panties off.
To my chagrin, he steps away and retrieves his jacket. Jason pulls a scarf out of the inner pocket.
“When I fuck you, I want all of your attention. I’m selfish like that. Right now, you appear incapable of doing that.” He pulls the scarf taut, then relaxes. “I’m going to do what I call sense confusion.”
“W-what’s that.”
“You’ll find out soon. First, I have a question. Is there a song that is so sexy to you, you imagine it’s how good sex feels?”
“What?” I’m too turned on to focus on complex questions.
“Don’t worry about it. I have just the song.”
Jason docks his phone on my radio and looks around the room.
“You have surround sound?”
“Left by the previous owner. Apparently, the neighbor is noisy,” I joke.
“Well, lucky for you, your neighbor doesn’t mind loud music.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, because I want you tofeelthe song.
I’d rather feel him.
“Oh.” I squeeze my legs together. “And, the scarf?”
Jason moves to me. “For your eyes and nose. I’m taking away your sight and dulling your sense of smell.”
The sun has set, leaving us without natural light. He closes the door and turns on my bedside lamp, leaving it as the only light in the room.
“To heighten my other senses. Did you know—”
“I don’t care, Bree.” He cuts me off as my vision disappears. “Lie down. Like I said, you should only be focused on me.”
Being at Jason’s mercy is exciting and erotic. He’s not moving or talking, just making me wait. The waiting amps my anticipation; the wetness between my thighs makes me squirm. The weight of his body dips the bed.
