It’ll never be enough.
With so much time between orgasms, I feel every muscle relax and tense again. I feel where the last climax ended and this new one starts to rise. My heaving breaths beg for more. Pulled taut like a bow string.
And my eyes tell him what I need. Because our eyes haven’t broken contact since he entered me. Jason has kept me in his sights as long as he’s held himself above me. Both wrists in one of his hands, now, the other holds my rib cage as each pump of his pelvis increases in intensity. By the time he’s up to speed I can’t deny the one word to describe his body. Power. He is power incarnate. His movements are powerful. His body is brimming with power. He makes me feel so energized with it I don’t have any way to release that bottled energy under his pleasurable torment.
“Oh god,” I break the silence because I can’t hold my mouth shut anymore. “Jason, I—” I don’t know what I want to say. I’m just trying to release some of the crippling buzz inside me that he’s rattling, stirring. “I need to—”
He knows exactly what I need and shifts higher up the bed so his pelvic bone grinds against my clit while his dick creates beautiful friction inside me until I’m ready to explode again.
“Jason,” I cry out and he silences it with his mouth.
Jason Alder is kissing me.
Jason Alder is kissing me.
And all the while my body convulses beneath his. Nipples vibrating against his chest. Thighs clenching to him for dear life. Arms straining against his hold begging to feel him.
Jason kisses me passionately through my rupture until I’m a puddle of weak limbs and blissful sweat beneath him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jason-Present
Everywhere, Everyday-Noah Kahan
I kissed her. I’ve never kissed anyone before. But I kissed Mara. And it felt soright.I thought my first kiss would feel foreign and weird because I’ve never done it before but not with her. I don’t know what came over me but I wanted to swallow the cry of ecstasy she made so I could possess it. I don’t know what she saw in me earlier but the way I felt staring at her naked, perfect body was possessive. She’s mine. I don’t want anyone to touch her, look at her, think about her. I want to own every inch of her and that’s what I plan to do.
I started this rendezvous because I wanted to show her that she doesn’t always have to worry about me enjoying myself. I enjoy every fucking second I’m inside her, touching her, breathing her in. But now, I want to devour her whole so she can never leave me.
So I seared her with my kiss. And that kiss lit a fire in me I intend to let burn us both to ashes.
My movements become so manic that my body controls the quick pace without my brain telling it what to do. I just need to make her come again. I need to see the way she comes again and again and again. I need to feel her vibrate like that again. So I thrust into her so violently it shakes the bed from side to side. Fuck it, if Dylan hears. I don’t care if the entire mountain topples with the way we rock the house I just need tofuck her so hard our bodies become one.
So that’s what I do. I shove in and out of her with such force our bodies send a smack through the air that mingles with her whimpers of pure pleasure. The friction her tight pussy creates around my cock sends heavy shockwaves through my entire body until all that pressure builds at the base of my spine, in my balls, and I know I’m about to come any second.
But not without one more orgasm for her. So I pull out painfully sudden and shove three fingers into her cunt and finger her into oblivion. Without my mouth above hers to swallow her cries, she cries out as clear liquid gushes over my fingers in a hot wave that makes my alpha male pride shake with satisfaction. I don’t even need to touch myself to come but I do anyway, laying my balls on her hot sex and pumping my come onto her beautiful abdomen so she’s marked by me, branded with my seed so she knows who she belongs to.
I gaze down into her hazel eyes to relish the affection in them. Affection, something I never thought I’d see from anyone let alone Mara Meyers. She looks at me like I’m the whole world, like she needs me to breathe.
When the spell breaks just enough for me to realize we’re naked and soaked, I lift myself off the bed and grab a clean shirt to wipe the come from her stomach before poking my head out to make sure Dylan’s door is closed. I run to the bathroom, turn the shower on, and come back for Mara to find her in the same position on the bed. It’s like she’s so thoroughly exhausted she can’t move. So I lift her once again and carry her to the bathroom. She stands on her own two feet, albeit, a little unsteady, when I set her down.
Chest to chest, face to face, we stand under the burning stream of water letting it envelope us in a cloud of steam and tension. There’s a lot to unpack, a lot that isn’t being said.
A lot I won’t say because I can’t.
But I’ll keep trying to convey it without words as long as she’ll listen.
I take the shampoo off the shelf of the shower and squirt a dollop into my hand, lathering it between my palms before working the suds into her silk hair. I massage Mara’s scalp as her head tips back into my hold, exposing her slender neck.
It occurs to me how vulnerable that is. I could end her in a split second with one swift movement but she trusts me not to.
She trusts me. Shetrustsme.
And I don’t know what to do with that.
So I keep washing her. And much to my surprise, she finds enough energy to return the favor. Running her fingers through my hair and over my arms, cleansing me of every horrible thought I’ve had. Washing away all the resentment I’ve felt toward her for so long. It’s like a security blanket I can’t let go of. But her gentle touch replaces it with a feeling of worth.
Her eyes tell me I mean something to her as easily as mine speak to her.
