A shudder erupts all over me like snow falling over burning coal. “Stop teasing me and do something about the weapon pressing against my ass.”
His touch is like a chain, turning me into a slave to lust and desire.
Jason smirks against my lips, “So greedy.”
“Can you blame me? It’s been so long and all you do is play with me like I’m some toy.”
“You’ve never been patient.”
“You’re one to talk.”
He shifts his hips underneath me, making me squirm. Fuck, he knows what I want, and he’s going to make me ask for it. I glare at him, but he ignores it and instead pulls my shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, Aoi.”
“Don’t say shit like that.”
“How could I not? You’re the most gorgeous specimen on this planet. You should take more pride in your beauty, my dear.”
I flush at his words and even more when he bites his lips at the sight.
Jason has always known how to make me feelwanted, how to make me wantmore.
I hold back any sounds threatening to spill as he makes a mess of my nipples, biting and sucking them.
“I know I’m pretty,” I say. “Just don’t say it when I’m half naked. It’s embarrassing.”
He trails kisses over my skin, lingering on my soft spots. “You like it though.”
“That’s beside the point.”
A devilish rumble leaves his mouth, and I smile despite myself. He doesn’t laugh often and when he does it might be one of the most exquisite sounds existing.
“I want to tell you something.Ah- Jason, wait-”
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re moaning my name.”
His hands roam my back as he seductively chomps down on my nipple, forcing a gasp out of my parted lips. Arching my back, my erection strains against the fabric of my pants. My body develops a mind of its own and I start grinding my hips against his, yearning for friction.
“You’re really impatient tonight, my dear.” He kisses my clavicle. “Don’t think I don’t know that your devious little mind has other plans for tonight.”
Ugh. He’s always been able to read me like an open book. It’s useless hiding it at this point. If I don’t spit it out, he’ll make me, and I’d rather not take that path.
“I have something important to talk to you about,” I breathe, holding on to his shoulders.
He doesn’t stop his assault on my nipples and makes a ‘mhm’ sound, nudging me to speak.
“It’s about Vish-” I gasp and dig my nails in his flesh. “Fuck. Jason, that hurts.”
That jerk bit down on my skin, drawing blood.
Tears well up in my eyes. He’s like a dog in bed, always biting and nibbling at my skin but never has he made me bleed before.
Humiliated and hurt, I swallow my pride and throw away my dignity. I remember who I’m doing this for, but I’d rather go home.
“Stop doing shit like that.”
“Then stop talking about useless things when you’re inmyarms. Do I need to remind you who you’re talking to?”
