Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Angie
Jason grabs me and swoops me over his shoulder as if I’m a sack of grain.
Already my heart is stampeding, my pussy pulsing.
He takes me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed.
He’s being even rougher than usual.
And it’s turning me on.
The glass of wine I had at dinner with my brother has loosened me up, and the adrenaline from Jason’s unexpected visit is making me buzz with anticipation. He strips off his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His scarf follows, and then his sweater and shirt.
He’s never been this urgent before, and it stirs a wildness inside me that’s new to me.
“Jason,” I gasp.
His eyes are dark, intense—almost feral. It scares me a little, but it excites me more.
His hands are everywhere, rough but not careless. “Angie,” he rasps out, burying his face in my neck.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer.
His lips find mine in a bruising kiss that leaves us both breathless. There’s no tenderness in this encounter—just raw need and desire.
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “This doesn’t change anything. We still have to face what’s ahead. But right now I need you.”
“And I need you,” I whisper back, reaching up to pull him back to me. “Right now, there’s nothing else.”
His lips meet mine again, his kisses coming harder and faster. There’s a roughness in his touch, a raw intensity that fuels the heat bubbling between us.
He breaks the kiss with a loud smack. “Take off your clothes, Angie. Strip for me.”
I stare back at him. “Oh? Is that what you want?”
His gaze is ravenous, consuming me as it travels the length of my body. “Yes,” he growls.
I rise to my feet, my body trembling under his heated gaze. I start with my blouse, unbuttoning each button slowly, teasing him. His eyes follow my fingers as they make their way down to the hem of the material.
Once my blouse is discarded on the floor, I hook my thumbs on the waistband of my pants. I give Jason one last provocative look before letting them pool around my feet.
His breath hitches as he drinks in the sight of me in just my underwear. I can tell from his hardened expression how much he’s enjoying this.
“Your turn,” I challenge.
He stands from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving mine.
He starts with his belt, unbuckling it slowly.
He undoes each button of his jeans, revealing his toned abdomen.
He steps out of his pants and kicks them aside.
His boxers follow, and he kicks them away just as nonchalantly.
He’s as magnificent as ever, his muscles taut and corded, and his cock hard and ready. I warm under his gaze as he returns to the bed and pulls me back into his arms.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends me spinning.
“I need you,” I whisper, my voice shaking as desire courses through me.
He roams his hands over me, tracing my curves and igniting a path of heat wherever he touches.
He guides me onto the bed and covers my body with his, his weight both comforting and arousing. Our bodies meld together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.
“Angie,” he whispers against my skin, his voice thick with desire.
He explores me with a frantic urgency that leaves me breathless and wanting more. My world narrows to the feel of him, his spicy masculine scent filling every part of me.
He trails a path down my neck with rough sucking kisses, marking me. A low moan vibrates out of me as he grazes my flesh with his teeth. He skims his fingers over my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they’re hard as berries, so ready to be nibbled and sucked.
I arch against him, craving more contact. I tangle my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer as I seek his mouth with mine. Our kisses are hungry and desperate, raw and promising.
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. He grips my hips, holding me steady as he ventures lower, his breath tickling me, making me want to beg.
But I don’t have to. He spreads my legs, and the touch of his lips against my inner thighs sends a current jolting through me. I gasp as my nerves come alive, the tickle between my legs blazing. He traces the edge of my panties before he hooks them around the sides and pulls them off.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming. I want his tongue, his lips, his teeth—everything.
“Jason,” I moan, writhing beneath him.
He doesn’t make me wait long. He slides his lips over me, delving his tongue into my heat. I arch again, an incoherent cry escaping my lips as pleasure washes over me.
He tightens his grip on my hips as he sets a relentless pace, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I clutch at the sheets beneath me, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
I’m teetering on the edge, all thoughts slipping away under the onslaught of his attention. Only feelings remain. Only Jason. The world narrows to just him and me. Nothing else exists beyond this room. Beyond this bed.
Lips, tongue, teeth. He gives me all of it, nipping at my clit, my labia, sliding into my pussy.
With a strangled cry, I come undone beneath him, waves of pleasure radiating through every cell of my body and then rushing back between my legs.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “That’s it.”
He explores me with an expert touch. I continue to writhe beneath him. I grip the sheets as I lose myself in the sensation of him, each lick and kiss sending sprays of rapture pounding through me.
“Jason,” I whimper, my voice barely more than a breathless moan.
He looks up at me again, his eyes dark with passion and desire.
“Say it,” he repeats, his voice hoarse with need.
“I need you. I need you.” My words come out as a plea.
He rises above me, and though I whimper at the loss of his mouth between my legs, I savor the sight of him, of his emerald eyes burning, his lips glistening with my juices, his jawline harsh and manly.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, his flesh warm beneath my touch.
“Jason,” I moan.
He doesn’t make me wait for long. He scrambles off the bed, and in a flash he’s back, sheathed and fully inside me.
He remains still for a moment. I savor the feeling of true completion, of perfect melding.
His strokes are slow and deliberate at first. But it isn’t long before our breathing becomes ragged as he increases his pace.
Hard and rapid thrusts.
Just how I love them.
The world outside fades into insignificance as our bodies move in sync, each stroke pushing us closer to the edge.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin sending me reeling.
His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body with a desperate need that matches my own.
The pleasure builds again inside me with each plunge of his cock into me.
I gasp, moan, whisper his name—all a crescendo that threatens to consume me.
His rhythm becomes more erratic as he nears his peak.
“Angie,” he groans into my ear, his voice a raw whisper.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and I tense as I reach the brink, ready to tumble over into oblivion.
And then it hits me.
A powerful upsurge of ecstasy that sweeps me under. I cry out, my voice lost in the roar of pleasure that fills my ears. My body shakes as I cling to him, riding out the storm of sensations that shatters me in the most beautiful way.
“Angie,” he murmurs again, his voice echoing through the haze.
He thrusts once more. His body freezes, every muscle taut as he spills into me. His ragged breaths are hot against my neck as he rides out his climax, our bodies tangled in a sweaty mess of limbs.
Slowly, the tremors subside, and we’re left panting and sated, his weight a soothing presence on top of me. He rolls to the side of the bed and pulls me into his arms.
He plants soft kisses on my forehead and gently traces patterns on my bare skin. The room is silent save for our ragged breathing and the occasional soft murmur.
“I love you,” he whispers into the silence, his words heavy with emotion.
I rest my head on his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart.
Th-thump.
Th-thump.
Th-thump.
A drumbeat that soothes me like a cooling salve.
“I love you too, Jason,” I whisper back.
He tightens his arms around me and pulls me closer, as if he wishes he could climb inside me, truly make us one.
We lie in silence. The moment feels both endless and fleeting at the same time.
I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into his warmth, savoring the sensation of being completely and utterly wanted.
As I doze off, he shifts underneath me. He plants a soft kiss on my forehead before whispering, “Sleep well, angel.”
And with those words, I surrender to the pull of sleep, safe in Jason’s arms.
Until I wake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
I turn toward Jason…
But he’s gone.