Jayson releases me and I walk over to give Ryder a hug. He links his pinky with mine and pulls me in, wrapping me in a warm embrace. I rest my cheek against his chest and inhale his woodsy scent. He gives me one last squeeze before walking out.
Jayson waits until he hears the front door close and then pounces. My body is abruptly lifted and pressed against the adjoining wall, and I only have a second to blink when Jayson lands a hard kiss on my lips. “God, I couldn’t wait another second to get my hands on you. One of these days, I plan on fucking you while you’re draped across your piano.” He starts to lick and nibble along my neck up to my ear. I tilt my head a little to give him more access.
“I could definitely be on board with that,” I pant and grab hold of his shoulders to lift myself up higher. He wedges a leg between mine and moves me up and down which creates a delicious friction. The ease in which he takes me from zero to sixty is ridiculous.
“I wish I could carry you upstairs and have my way with you,” he says, rubbing against me one more time before easing me down his body.
“You are such a tease.”
“Yeah? Well, your dad is still in the house and I don’t want him to kick my ass if he finds me defiling his daughter.” Jayson shuts the door next to where we are plastered together against the wall and flips my body so I am pressed up against the door, facing it.
“Arms up,” he commands. I obey without question. “We’ll need to be quick. Think you can be quiet?” he whispers in my ear sending a cascade of goosebumps down my body as one of his hands reaches under my shirt and fondles my breast while his other hand slinks underneath the waistband of my yoga pants. All I can do is nod silently, pleasure ramping up inside me which is only heightened further by the fact that we may get caught.
“You’re wet for me already.” His thumb draws tight circles against my clit. “Let’s see if I can do this in under a minute.” I have no doubt in my mind that he can, I am so turned on right now. Jayson made my first sexual experience so, so good last night that I wonder if I will always be in such a state of lust whenever he walks into a room, my body begging for its next fix of what only he can deliver.
Jayson inserts one finger into my aching wet heat and groans. I love that he finds pleasure in touching me. My body arches back against his begging for more. He inserts a second finger and starts to pump in and out vigorously while his thumb continues to rub my clit. I am overloaded with sensation when he pinches and pulls at my nipple. It actually takes less than a minute to get me off and I have to press my face into the crook of my arm to prevent my moan from escaping.
Jayson kisses all along my upper back as my tremors die down and legs stop shaking. He pulls his hand out of my pants and brings it to his mouth to suck his fingers clean, a wicked grin across his face when I flip around to face him.
“You are so dirty.”
“And you love it,” he replies smugly.
“Not as much as I love you, Jayson.”
He grabs me in his arms, holding tight. “I love you too, Liz. I wonder, if we practice enough whether I can do it in under fifteen seconds.”
I raise an incredulous brow at him, and he smirks. “Only if I can do the same to you.”
That puts a very happy face on Jayson. “Hell yeah! But now, I’m going to take my girlfriend out to lunch.”
He grabs my hand and we poke our heads out of the door to make sure the coast is clear. No dad in sight. Thank goodness. “Dad!” I yell out.
“What?” he answers from upstairs.
“Going to lunch with Jayson and Ryder. I’ll be back later.”
“Ok, hon.”
My legs are still wobbly, so Jayson helps me up into his truck. He buckles me in and comes around to hop in the driver’s seat. I roll my head toward him. “That was a really nice thing you did, inviting Ryder to join us.”
“Anything for you, princess.” He reaches for my hand and places it on top of his thigh as he backs out of the driveway. I notice the large bulge under his jeans and think of the many ways I can help with that later. “How are you feeling this morning?” A hint of nervousness creeps into his voice.
“So good. A bit sore.”
“I could tell. You flinched a little when I finger-fucked you.”
“Worth it,” I grin.
“How do you feel about last night, about what happened between us?”
I can tell he needs reassuring like he’s worried I may regret what we did. “Jayson, pull over please.”
“Why? Do you feel sick?”
“Just pull over please,” I say again. He slows the truck and pulls over in the grass next to the roadside ditch. Once he puts the truck in park, I release my seatbelt and climb over the console to straddle him. His eyes widen but he says nothing. I cup his face in my hands and press soft kisses on the corners of his mouth before delving in, tongue leisurely dancing with his in a slow, thorough kiss. I trace his facial features with my fingers as I speak.
“Last night was the most incredible night of my life. Do not ever think that I regret one single moment of us. You made it beautiful. You made it perfect,” I peck his nose. “You made me whole. ‘You aren’t just a star to me, you are my whole damn sky’,” I recite his love note back to him.
