Chapter 23 #2
“Could you come from this?” Jason asked like he was in awe. “Just from kissing? From a little—” he pressed on my lower back again, and the friction that caused made my eyes roll back. “Pressure?”
I wanted to lie.
But I’d never been good at that.
Besides…I knew Jason wasn’t asking because he didn’t know the answer. He was asking because he wanted me to admit it. My words were as much for him as they were for me.
“Yes,” I confessed, nostrils flaring. It was hard to get a breath in. My hands clenched into fists, useless at my sides. Need burned through my body as I peered at Jason’s lashes—shorter and darker than mine. At his lips—thin and slightly chapped. At the shape of his nose—angular and straight.
It shouldn’t have been hot, just staring at somebody.
But it was.
It totally was.
Especially now that he’d given me permission to.
“Then do it.” Jason’s words were a challenge as much as they were a command.
Another squeeze on my back forced me to roll my hips against him. A circular motion that when paired with the slick glide of his lips on mine, was enough to nearly send me over the edge.
I was close.
So close.
I hadn’t known sex could be like this.
My cock was throbbing.
This steady pulse between my legs.
“Come for me, sweetheart. C’mon, I want it. Give me your first orgasm. Make a mess for me.”
That was all it took.
A little pressure, and I just—
I lost control.
Did exactly what Jason said because it felt right to do it.
I spilled with a groan, pressed right into Jason’s mouth.
He nipped at my bottom lip, the sting only causing my dick to spill even harder.
Groaning in return, Jason’s hand on my back slid lower.
Low enough, he was cupping my ass. He gripped it, spreading his fingers wide so he could grab on and squeeze.
My cock spurted a little more, the sticky fabric of my boxers rubbing against the now almost sore head of my dick.
“God, you’re delicious,” Jason murmured. “Did you know that? Such a good, obedient boy.” His kisses somehow grew hungrier. “So goddamn pretty when you’re lost for me. Giving me those eyes—”
What eyes?
“Those fucking puppy eyes, begging me to turn you inside out and upside down. Looking at me like I’m good. Like I’m good. Like I’m good the way you are. I’m so weak for you, Joe, it’s not even funny.”
And then his tongue was against my lips. Flicking liquid hot and slippery at the seam begging for entrance. I didn’t know what to do with it. For a moment, I clamped my mouth shut, overwhelmed by the almost tickly sensation.
“Open your mouth,” Jason said sweetly. “Remember how I told you there are different styles of kissing? I’m about to teach you a new one. Spoiler alert: it’s French.”
My hands spasmed a little at the idea.
Even I knew what French kissing was.
“You don’t have to,” Jason whispered. “But…if you let me in, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Didn’t I just prove that I could?” I was still buzzing from my orgasm. Tingling all over. Lightheaded and yet…just as needy. Maybe even more so now that my dick had spilled.
So I did. I opened for him. And then his tongue was teasing between my lips, and I was…
“Nnnng,” I gasped, chest still heaving, heart still pounding.
I’d thought kissing was amazing before. And this was leagues above that.
Jason licked deeper, sliding past my teeth, teasing along my palate and then down over my tongue.
That—well. That was weird. Weird but good.
When his tongue slid back around the top and he flicked deep, I knew he was making good on his promise.
His tongue was wet and wiggly, and demanding in a way that made me immediately want to fight him.
So I did.
Not well, mind you, fucked-out as my brain already was.
Clumsy and aggressive, I rubbed my tongue along his. I attempted to chase him away, and back into his mouth. Jason laughed. Laughed! The sound vibrating between us. Apparently, he thought my little show of resistance was cute.
Apparently, he’d been gentle before, because when Jason pushed in again, ignoring my wiggling, it was downright mean. He didn’t leave a single inch for me to push back. Eating me alive with a ferocity that made my cock begin to throb again.
My blood was singing.
I had no choice but to concede defeat and let him fuck-kiss me into submission. Jason practically purred the moment he figured out he’d won. My tongue turned docile, twitching beneath his, allowing him deep, deep, deep. Deep enough I was choking on him.
Full of him.
At his mercy entirely.
Couldn’t breathe without smelling him, feeling him, breathing him in.
I sucked on his tongue out of sheer self-preservation.
That elicited a grunt out of him that made my spent cock continue to rise where it was trapped in my messy boxers.
When Jason pulled back, his eyes were nearly black with lust—the icy blue swallowed whole.
His hand slid from my ass to my hip. Up my abs and across my pecs.
He gripped one of them for a moment, the same way he’d grabbed my ass.
My nipple tingled as he rubbed it through my shirt in a circular motion with his palm.
“You’re so pretty, Joe,” Jason whispered, his hand moving agonizingly slow.
My nipple tingled, hardening beneath his palm as he moved.
“So fucking pretty. I know I keep saying that, but damn. You’re like the sunset.
Every time I see you, I’m in awe.” He squeezed my pec again.
“And these fucking tits, Joe. Seriously criminal.”
“Tits?” My whole mouth was tingling now, too. Just like my chest.
“Tits,” Jason agreed. “Fun fact: I’ve jerked off every night since I left your house thinking about fucking them.” Jason pulled his hand back a little. Only enough that he could pinch my nipple. Pleasure zinged down my spine. I jerked, surprised by how much I enjoyed the sensation.
It was almost too sensitive.
Hurt a little.
But I…
I couldn’t help but push into it, silently asking for more.
Could hardly stop my mind from wandering. From thinking about Jason lying in bed, his hand on his dick, thoughts on me—on pushing between my—
“God, yes.” Jason’s stormy gaze moved from my chest to my face. “You know the best part?”
“What?” I croaked, so quiet it was barely a question at all.
“I pictured your expression while I did it. Needy. Just like you are now.” He abandoned my chest, hand sliding up again. “Always looking at me, begging for more. Is that what you want, Joe? You not done yet?”
I shook my head.
No. I wasn’t done.
Jason made a detour to my throat, pinching the sides of it in a way that made me hot all over, before he settled, hand cupping my jaw. Jason’s thumb dropped to skim across my spit-slick lips.
He stared at my mouth.
Stared like he was memorizing everything about this moment.
Everything about me.
I never thought I’d appreciate this. Being touched by someone. Being talked to like this. Being called needy of all things. It should’ve made me balk. Should’ve made me angry. Should’ve made me so embarrassed I couldn’t breathe. Should’ve made me shove him off and storm out the door.
But it didn’t, and I couldn’t.
Because he was right.
Somehow, somewhere I’d ended up needing him.
He knew it as much as I did.
And the shame I should’ve felt about relying on someone else was absent.
There was only surety. The deep-seated knowledge that I’d banked on the right guy.
Maybe it was naive of me, but I’d always been able to rely on my gut.
And something told me I could trust Jason.
Could give him this, and more, and he’d prove to me he deserved it.
“You did so well earlier,” Jason praised, rubbing circles into my lower back as he played with my lip.
“Did you know that? You were such a good boy, Joe, letting go for me like that. Sharing your release with me.” Somehow he knew I needed to hear that.
Needed to hear that I’d done well. That there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
“You were perfect. Wonderful. I couldn’t be more proud if I tried.
I bet the mess you made was real pretty. ”
My breath hitched.
Okay, so maybe I could still be embarrassed.
There was this prickly feeling beneath my skin that made me feel like I was floating and falling all at once.
I squirmed a little, my sticky boxers clinging to my hardening dick.
The sensation was definitely not pleasant.
And yet, it only amplified the rest of it.
The way Jason’s eyes were dark with lust.
The way my chest ached to be touched again.
This time, without the barrier of my shirt between us.
The way his arm was shaking a little from holding himself over me but he didn’t seem to mind. The way he stared at me the way I looked at him. Like I was a wild, precious thing.
“Mmm,” Jason said softly. His hand dragged down my body again, flicking my nipple on its way past, before settling between my legs. In a feat I definitely couldn’t have pulled off, he got my button undone. “Can I see?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. “You can say no—”
The look in Jason’s eyes made it clear he thought I was going to.
He didn’t expect me to agree.
So I did, just to see the look of pleasure and surprise unfold in those pale eyes.
“Yes.” My voice was barely more than a croak.
When Jason’s hand wiggled beneath the hem of my pants, I swallowed dryly. Stomach lurching, I held perfectly still as Jason turned his palm to face my pelvis. He took his time wiggling his hand deeper, the moment so slow it only emphasized what he was doing.
What I’d told him he could do.
A war of lust and embarrassment danced inside me.
I’d never done anything like this, and here I was, letting him touch me for the first time when I’d already…fuck.
By the time Jason’s fingers cupped my cock, I was panting. Everything I had was laser-focused on what his hand was doing, on what he was feeling, on…on…
Fuck.