It’s bittersweet. I’m happy to be in his space again, but my body reacts to the memory of the last time we were here together.
It was a warm day for the beginning of January, and I’d stopped by on the way to the mall to tell him I was leaving. I could have texted, but I like seeing him. Plus, having him as a next-door neighbor doesn’t make it look like I’m going out of my way to look at him. Jason opened the door wearing nothing but joggers.
He’d told me to change, I refused, and he yanked me inside and fucked me against the door.
“Where did you go, Bree?” Jason teases with a smirk.
“I just remembered the last time I was inside of your house. Has it only been two weeks?”
“Yes.” Jason’s smile is loaded. “Everything happened at once. Contract complete. New job. New home—all in two weeks.”
There’s something about the way he says it, that makes me want to delve deeper and explore his mind, but he’s on to the next subject.
“I’m kind of tired, Bree.” My heart drops. He sounds as if he changed his mind. His green eyes study me for a moment. “Do you mind if we stay in?”
The smile I give him is genuine. “I’d prefer it. I’m more of a homebody anyway.”
He looks like the closest version of the Jason I’m used to when he grins at me. “What do you want?”
You. Inside me. All night.
“What are my options?”
“Anythingyou want, Bree.”
Well, that escalated quickly.
“So, if I say ramen?”
“No problem.”
“Steak?”
“Why not?”
He’s closer than he was a few seconds ago. The last few weeks of longing hits me hard. I love him. I do, but if he’s not asking me to stay, then I can at least have tonight. He seemed disappointed not knowing it was the last time. I can give that to him now.
“What if I say I want to eat finger food off your body?”
Jason looks at me the same way he looked at me before he took me against the door. Without a word, he pulls his shirt off his body. I gasp when he pulls me into his arms. My body rejoices. I’m exactly where I want to be. His mouth crushes mine with the rough possession I’ve missed. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I give into him, and the way he makes me feel. He can have everything.
Jason growls as if he senses my surrender and carries me to his room. He drops me on the bed. My clothes fly under the fury of his impatience—hope surges. Has he been as miserable as me? His pants disappear in equal speed. His eyes capture mine as he slides off his underwear.
My walls clench at the sight of his erection jutting out.
“Do I need a condom?” It’s only been two weeks, but I know what he’s asking.
“Do you?” I flip the question back at him.
His laugh echoes in the room as his big hand wraps around my ankle. My knees are at my ears before I can guess his intentions. Gasping hard, I buck when his tongue enters me. Heat pools into my lower belly; his tongue feels so fucking good inside of me. Retreating, Jason tongues my slit and laps up my desire for him. My toes—which are hovering just above my forehead—curl when he deep dives back inside of me, fucking me orally. I feel my orgasm mounting, but he takes it away by moving back to gentler licks. I can’t guess what he’ll do because my view is obstructed. I only have what I feel and my imagination.
“Jason!” I cry out when he jumps back to the rough insertions, pleasuring me differently than he ever had.
I start to quiver on his tongue as my body breaks for him, but he’s not done. It feels like he sucks my whole pussy into his mouth as he pulls another orgasm out of me. I am struggling to breathe as his tongue makes hard circles around my clit. I feel capable of levitating.
“You taste so good when you cum for me like that, Bree.”
Jason drops my legs and shoves them apart, making space for his body, while placing open-mouthed, wet kisses on my body as he works his way up. I jerk when his teeth sinks into the skin of my right side, just below my ribs. His tip teases my opening as he begins feasting on my breasts.
