He wants me to stay.
He wants me.
In one powerful, fluid motion, Jason flips us so he lies on his back and I’m straddling him. I lean down and kiss him like my life depends on it. But it’s broken when Jason lifts me forward and scoots down the bed so his head lays between my spread thighs.
Oh god.I’ve never done this before, or not like this, I should say. It feels way more intimate and vulnerable for some reason. I feel like he can see every inch of me even though technically his view is more impaired. Still, when I’m impaled on his tongue, I melt into a ball of putty, pliable and willing to mold under his touch. He spears me expertly as only he knows how to do. He is the Mozart to my body, a skilled master of his craft. And every time he touches me injust the right spot,I feel like I’m being wound tight as a knot.
My entire body is wrapped in sexual tension as his tongue delves into me over and over and over again. It’s the worst and best kind of tease that makes my muscles clench but he’s dangling me over the precipice refusing to let me come. I lean forward gripping the headboard like I’m holding on for dear life, trying not to squish his head between my thighs as they clench tighter with each thrust of his tongue.
Then one hand presses on my lower stomach to lift the clitoral hood and his other starts massaging it in vigorous circles.
“Jason,” I hiss. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes.Yes. Ahhh.”
It’s so intense and sensitive I combust in seconds. But somehow he makes the orgasm linger, drawing it out so painstakingly long that my body can’t handle the pressure. One, long, continuous climax wracks my body withunbearable euphoria. I can’t help the cries that escape me and pray that Dylan isn’t nearby to hear them. But that thought is just a blip in my mind that’s overcome with how all-consuming that orgasm was, and how overly sensitive my body feels after that.
As soon as the rush has worn off, Jason removes his tongue and takes my hips in a vice grip to lift me and lower me onto his hard cock. His beautiful, thick, veiny, monstrous cock that I can’t seem to get enough of.
He doesn’t expect me to start riding him like a bronco after that. So he lifts me on his hips so I balance on my knees that are pressed into the mattress and starts fucking me from underneath. Each lift that slams into my core is powered by lust, adoration, and strength. I can see the might in every flexed muscle that works to drive me over another edge and forces me into a mindless, bodiless state of existence where all I can do is feel every thrust, every time his dick slams into my g-spot, every ecstatic inch of friction.
“Jason,fuck, I’m gonna—.”
It happens so fast I can barely catch my breath before air lodges in my throat and my body spasms with another orgasm that’s just as powerful—if not more powerful—than the first.
Jason pulls out of me just in time as his come flies into the air painting my breasts and stomach with his arousal. A low rumble vibrates in his chest, making me feel like the room is shaking around us.
I’m in a state of love and lust as I stare into the soulful eyes of this man that I just know I want to spend every moment of my life with.
After I’ve been thoroughly cleaned and cuddled, we lay in a heap beneath the bedding. Skin to skin. Chest to chest. Dopamine is coursing between us. I lazily trace a finger over various tattoo designs on his chest and shoulder. It looked like a mosaic suit of armor built of different images that I’m sure hold some significance to Jason.
Before drifting to sleep, I inform the man I’m falling in love with, “One day, you’ll have to tell me what these mean.”
The following morning Jason and I are in the kitchen making breakfast together. It feels so domestic, like a 1950s magazine ad of a husband andwife cooking together on Sunday morning before church. Granted, we aren’t married and the pearl necklace I had on last night has been wiped away, but the atmosphere is still the same: wholesome and romantic.
I peer up at the clock that reads 8:36 am.
“Dylan isn’t up yet?” Jason’s eyes lift to the ceiling as if he could use X-ray vision to see through it into his brother’s room. “I’ll go check on him and make sure he’s ok.”
I climb the stairs to the landing and knock on his door once, calling, “Dylan?” At the lack of a response I turn the knob and enter the room only to be met with the sight of Dylan fully naked facing his headboard, presumably in the middle of something I don’t want to see any more of.
An unexpected squeal leaves me. “Agh. Sorry. I’ll—sorry.”
“What the f—.” His head whips over his shoulder. “Mara.” Fear etched into his tone, he throws himself flat against the bed as though that will shield me from seeing him naked. The idea is ridiculous though since his bare ass is sticking up in the air. I throw a hand over my eyes and dart out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me, and race back downstairs.
Jason is already at the bottom of the staircase with a worried look on his face.
“I’m permanently scarred for the rest of my life,” I tell him.
“Oh come on, my ass isn’t that bad.” Dylan appears at the top of the stairs. “It’s not like you saw the family jewels.”
The heat of blush seeps across my nose and cheeks. “It’s more so knowing what I walked in on. You have a very nice ass, Dylan.”
Jason pulls me down the last step into his embrace at that remark, possessive and territorial as he is.
“Relax, bro, she’s not my type.” We all know this but Jason still keeps an arm banded around me as he steers us back into the kitchen to finish breakfast.
“What do you expect from me, I have to listen to you two fuck every day for months. It’s a painful reminder of how utterly single and horny I am in isolation. Thank goodness the ice will be melted soon so I can go to town and get laid.”
“About that…” I flash him an awkward smile. “You might have to listen to us a little longer than you thought. Wait that came out wrong. I don’t want you to listen to us. We’ll try to keep it down from now on. But when the ice melts, we’re going back to town and getting my stuff so—.”
