Chapter 23 #4
“Sorry.” Jason didn’t sound sorry at all as he slapped my hole again.
“My bad.” Another slap. “I didn’t know you were such a needy slut that we couldn’t even have a simple conversation.
” My hips flexed into him and he twisted his body, trying to give me a better angle to grind.
Nice, even when his mouth was mean as hell.
“Jason,” I pleaded.
“That’s so naughty of you, Joe. Santa’s gonna have to put you on the naughty list.” The more he teased, the hotter I felt. My cock was throbbing. This steady heartbeat between my legs, balls drawing up tight. Just a little more teasing and I’d…and I’d…
There was something about the way he was talking that was really doing it for me. He was normally so nice that seeing this bite—this little bit of sadism was making my head turn to mush.
Jason whispered against the shell of my ear. “Bet if I wanted, I could stick my fingers inside you right now and all you’d do was gasp and say please.”
The tip of his finger dipped into my hole and I just—
I lost it.
“Nng.” I came for a second time with a wet whine—the loudest noise I’d ever made in bed.
My heels dug into the couch cushions, and the small of his back, looking for purchase.
Jason’s hand was out of my boxers a moment later, sticky hand squeezing my throat, holding me steady as he drank in my expression with rapture.
I couldn’t seem to get full breath in, I was so overwhelmed. Nostrils flaring. Chest heaving.
So hot.
So…so…blissed out.
He hadn’t even had to touch my dick and I’d…fuck.
My head was full of clouds.
Nothing in the world could bother me now.
Nothing.
“So pretty,” Jason whispered. He gave my throat another squeeze, anchoring me. Made my head stop flying enough that I could force my gaze on him. On the hunger in his eyes. On his parted lips. On the sizable bulge between his legs. A thick, long cock trapped against his thigh.
Hard.
Because of me.
Turned on.
Because of me.
“You did so well,” Jason promised, leaning down to kiss me slow and sweet.
“Jesus, Joe.” The kiss turned hungry soon enough.
Nipping. Harsh. Back and forth. Like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to eat me or covet me.
“Such a good boy,” Jason murmured before each flutter of his lips, each stinging bite.
“Two orgasms in ten minutes? God, you’re a gift. ”
For several long glorious minutes Jason whispered sweet nothings against my mouth, against my jaw, into my ear.
He stroked my chest, my hips, my shoulders.
Petting me, caressing me. He turned me to putty in his grip, smooching every inch of skin he could find with butterfly kisses that only sent me flying higher, higher, higher.
Eventually I had no choice but to come down.
Reality set in.
What we’d done set in.
We were in the breakroom at his job.
Madison had been in here seconds before we’d had a quickie on the couch.
I’d lost my virginity—right? In the back of a grocery store of all places. With a coffee machine and pictures of pretty much every Bellevillian ever, staring at me while I did it. And yet…it’d been perfect. Because it had been real. And organic. And Jason had been the person I’d shared it with.
“There you are,” Jason said tenderly when we made eye contact again. “How are you? That was a lot. Maybe too much. You doing okay?”
The way I was cocooned by him on the couch had made my butt go numb, but I hardly noticed.
Jason’s arm was shaking where it held him up, his whole body looming over mine.
Keeping me safe. We hadn’t done anything about his boner.
Which didn’t feel fair. A fact I opened my mouth to complain about—only for nothing to come out.
Words weren’t possible yet, even if I was no longer flying.
I took stock of myself. Of my sticky boxers. Of the sheen of sweat on my skin.
I grinned.
“I’m guessing that sweet smile means you’re okay?” Jason filled in for me. “Not ready to figure out your words yet, huh?” I nodded, baffled by his mind-reading skills once again. Either I was an open book—which I wasn’t—or Jason was slowly but surely learning all my tells.
The look he gave me was so gooey-sweet it nearly sent me flying all over again.
“That’s okay,” he promised. “You don’t need to talk. I talk enough for the both of us.” He laughed at his own joke, but sobered pretty quickly. “Alright. I’m going to get off you—”
The look I gave him must’ve been somewhat panicked because he clucked his tongue.
“Only for a second, promise. Just long enough to get a rag to clean you up.” I relaxed, sinking back into the cushions, and Jason pulled away.
“There’s not a lot I can do about the state of your boxers.
I could run into the store and grab you a new set—we’ve got a pretty depressing men’s clothing section in the corner.
But something tells me that you would rather stay sticky than have me out there buying underwear for you. ”
Yep. He really did know me.
“So, you’ll just have to deal a little, unfortunately.” Jason smirked. “Unless you want to go commando—but I’m guessing that’s a no-go, too.”
He slid off the couch, a bit of a wobble in his step. Didn’t complain as he shook his arms out, probably to get the blood flowing again, and headed for the sink.
“We are throwing the rag away after,” he reassured.
Thank god.
The idea of Madison touching anything I’d cum on was absolutely abhorrent.
“And I’ll disinfect the couch,” Jason added.
He gave me a look that was both fond and amused as he waited for the water to run hot.
He made sure to coat it liberally before ringing it out.
When he brought me the warm rag, his eyes were full of affection.
“You want to do it, or should I?” he offered, hand hovering.
It was clear he wanted to do it.
Even I could see that.
“You,” I managed, though it was difficult to get the word out.
“Alright,” Jason agreed easily, pleased.
He settled between my legs again.
Strangely enough, having him reach inside my boxers to clean me felt even more intimate than the sex had. I liked it. Liked the way he seemed to enjoy it too, humming under his breath as he worked. Something jolly. “White Christmas,” maybe?
A song that should not have been associated with cum-rags.
“There we go,” Jason murmured when he pulled the rag free. “That should be good enough for you to get home without feeling uncomfortable.”
I smiled at him.
For a moment, Jason studied me, cum-rag hovering, eyes drinking me in. Then his bossiness was back, that soft look on his face evolving.
“Stay put,” he commanded. This time, when he rose, I snagged his sweater.
He laughed, the hand not holding the soiled rag wrapping around my wrist. “Baby, I’ll be right back,” he swore.
“I’m not going far. Just planning to grab water for you and toss this thing in the trash.
You’re probably thirsty, I know I am. And no, that was not a euphemism. ”
I didn’t let go.
“God, don’t give me that look. It’s like kicking a puppy.” Jason’s fingers danced up my forearm, under my coat. The fabric crinkled a little. “How about this? If you let me go and you drink all your water, I’ll kiss and cuddle you after? I know how much of a snuggle bug you are.”
I considered it.
Having him leave had sucked but…
I supposed…as embarrassing as it was to admit, I was a “snuggle bug.”
I nodded, releasing him. Jason wasted no time crossing the room a second time to dispose of the rag and fill up a tall glass of water from the sink along the back wall.
He didn’t bring up his dick.
Even though I could see how hard it was through his pants. See the way he walked a little stiffer than usual, like the fact it kept rubbing was uncomfortable.
I didn’t press, even though I wanted to. I figured we both had enough to process without me pushing for something he wasn’t offering. Besides, truthfully, I was content.
When Jason returned, I drank half the water before forcing him to drink the rest.
“Stubborn as a mule,” he chided, but his eyes betrayed his amusement.
When he’d drunk the rest of it, he set the empty glass on the ground and made good on his promise.
Pushed me into the back of the couch so I was sandwiched between it and him.
Wrapped his body around me like he had those nights we’d shared on my bed. Kissed my nape over and over again.
Made me feel safe.
Made me feel wanted.
Made me feel like there was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
But most of all? He made me feel certain that I’d been right about him. That even though it was new—for both of us—this was the kind of thing that was good.
We were good together.
And that was just a fact.