by R. J. Sable
I rolled onto my back, returning my legs to either side of him and admiring the impressive erection that was standing to attention once more. I sat up and reached out, eager to get my hands on him and lavish attention on his impressive member.
“Nope,” he grinned, catching my hands and guiding me back down onto the bed. “I want to touch every inch of you.”
“That’s very selfish of you,” I grinned.
“I know, right?” He returned, lowering himself over me and kissing me deeply. His lips travelled over my face before proceeding down to my body. When he said every inch, he meant every inch. I squirmed as he kissed my armpits but he held my wrists firmly above my head. I felt him grin against my skin as he continued exploring my body. He’d seen me before, every single millimetre, but he still looked at me with an innocent wonder, as though taking me in for the first time.
“You truly are beautiful,” he breathed, pressing kisses to my ankle.
“Thank you,” I blushed, remembering what happened last time I brushed a compliment off.
“You’re learning,” he grinned, lifting himself over me once more.
I grinned back, watching as he took my nipple in his mouth, his eyes still on mine. He swirled his tongue around, the warmth enveloping it and causing my back to arch. He shifted over and gave the same treatment to the other nipple.
He pushed up over me, his gaze still holding mine as he kissed the tip of my nose.
“I want you to keep your eyes open, okay?” He whispered, his voice bleeding raw sexuality.
“Okay,” I breathed, kissing his nose and feeling my heart swell at the rare shy smile I got in return.
Jason sat back on his heels, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and sliding it down onto his imposing length.
He lowered himself over me and I groaned in delight as he pushed slowly, cautiously inside me. His delightful kissing and bodily exploration had been heavenly but had left me very, very close to orgasm number three for the evening. With the heat of Jason inside me, I was balanced on the tenuous edge of the balance between delicious tension and even more sumptuous release.
Jason’s eyes held mine as he worked himself in and out of me in slow, sensual movements, stretching and stroking my inner walls.
“Jason, please,” I begged, blinking my eyes shut to try and concentrate on his movements and the pleasure they caused so that I could find my release.
“Eyes, Jamie,” Jason demanded, his voice gentle.
My eyes snapped open again and he smiled, rewarding me by increasing his pace. He flicked his hips and the new movement sent tingles down my spine and I arched off the bed to grind my hips against him.
“Stay still, baby,” Jason grinned, brushing his lips against mine.
His pace quickened again and I knew I wasn’t far, I felt my muscles tightening around him.
“Hold it, baby,” Jason practically grunted.
I could see the tension in his face and I knew he was struggling to maintain the slow controlled fashion in which he was pleasuring me. His movements were so different now, so sensuous and loving. I could see the difference in his eyes; they were filled with love and adoration as he worshiped my body with his.
“I can’t hold it any longer, please Jason,” I begged, bringing my fingers up his back, vaguely aware that my nails were digging into his skin.
“Together,” he groaned as he buried himself deep inside me. “Eyes open, baby. I need to see you come.”
His words sounded like an order but I could hear the plea in his voice, the desperation for the visual contact between us. He withdrew once more and plunged into me with a twist of his hips. “Now, baby,” he growled. “Please, Jamie, let go for me.”
I felt Jason spilling his warmth inside of me as soon as my own release began. My muscles rippled around him as he twitched and bucked against me. My mind went blank, taking me to the place that I was becoming much more familiar with. My little peace of heaven where the only things that existed were Jason and me, joined together in a moment of ecstasy. His eyes didn’t leave mine even for a second, not until my muscles finally stopped contracting.
Jason collapsed on top of me, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows so he didn’t crush me. I ran my fingers through his hair, winding his locks around my fingers and massaging his scalp.
“Thank you,” I breathed, the sound barely audible. I pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“No need to say thank you, baby,” Jason chuckled, rolling us over with him still inside of me so that I was laying on top of him, and no longer at risk of being crushed by his superior weight.
“You okay?” He asked, brushing my hair gently away from my face.
“Mmm.”
“Sleepy?”
“Mmmm.”
“Want to sleep?”
“Sex coma,” I mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.
“Okay, baby,” he chuckled. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
Chapter 9
Monday, 21st January 2013
The incessant buzzing of my phone woke me up and I reluctantly rolled over to grab the stupid thing off the bedside table.
“Hello?” I answered groggily.
“Were you asleep?” The voice demanded angrily.
“I… wh… who-” My morning brain was not quite with it.
“Jelly, it’s fucking eight o’clock.”
Crap on a cracker, it’s Karl. “Karl, sorry I was-”
“You were asleep?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered obediently, recognising the Sargent in action.
“Do you really think that’s acceptable?”
“No, sir,” I replied quickly, sitting up in bed and trying to sound as alert as possible.
“Don’t you have lectures?” He barked.
“They start at ten, sir,” I answered. I knew that that wasn’t really a good reason for not being up at six, but it was true.
“That’s not a fucking excuse, Jelly.”
“No, sir,” I said, already wishing I could go back to bed and start this day again.
I heard Karl sigh with frustration on the other end of the line and felt a twinge of guilt that I was still pissing him off from seventy miles away.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said earnestly, making a mental note not to answer my phone until I was fully awake in future.
Karl grunted in response and I waited silently to find out why he was calling.
“Who is it?” Jason moaned sleepily from my side.
I shot him a look that told him everything he needed to know and he shook his head in frustration.
“Is Jason there with you?” Karl grunted.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, praying that I wasn’t about to get another lecture about sleeping with my own boyfriend.
“Jesus Christ, Jelly, are you just giving it away?” He spat and I felt my cheeks burning and my eyes stinging from the bitterness in his voice.
“Give me that!” I heard Elise in the background and listened to what sounded like the phone changing hands.
“Hi, Jelly!” Elise greeted me happily.
“Hi, Elise! How are you? ” I smiled, relieved to be talking to Karl’s other half. At that moment in time, she was definitely the better half. At the very least, she was better for my mental health.
“We’re fine. Sorry about your brother, I told him to ring you to let you know that we were back and see how you both were. I didn’t know he was going to go off on one of his big brother rants,” she laughed. Karl gave the impression of wearing the trousers in front of my brothers, but in private I was in no doubt as to who had the upper hand. She gave a mean purple-nurple.
“It’s fine, I’m just glad to hear that you’re both back safe and sound. Tell me everything!” I said excitedly, watching Jason disappear into the bathroom.
The rest of the call proceeded on a much happier note than it began as Elise regaled me with tales of their anniversary trip to southern France. She sounded so happy as she chat
ted away and it warmed my heart. If Elise was happy then Karl was happy, and I wanted my brothers to be happy.
“I’m so glad you had a good time,” I said genuinely.
“I’ll show you the pictures next time your home,” she answered warmly.
“I can’t wait. Will you tell Karl I’m sorry and give him a hug from me?”
“Of course. Take care, sweetie.”
“And you.”
I sighed happily as I swung my body off of the bed and went in search of Jason in the cupboard sized bathroom. He had just stepped out of the shower and was stood stark naked with his body still dripping with water. The dull glow of my ineffective bathroom light reflected off his body and accentuated every perfect detail of him.
My breath caught in my throat a little as I stood staring at him. Is this man really mine? His boyish grin told me I’d been staring a little too long and really ought to pick my jaw up off the floor.
“You want to take a picture? It’ll last longer,” he said wryly.
“Not a bad idea, I’ll just get my phone,” I quipped, proud of my quick-witted response in the face of a severe brain meltdown from the naked Adonis in front of me.
“No need,” he grinned. “You get the real thing.”
I nodded approvingly and took a step closer to him, noting that his previously dormant member was currently rising to attention.
“Sounds like your day didn’t start too well,” Jason said, brushing the damp pad of his thumb over my cheek.
“I woke up naked in bed with my handsome boyfriend. I’d say that was a pretty good start,” I grinned.
“You know what I mean. Which one was it?” He asked, pulling me into him and resting his chin on the top of my head as his arms encircled me.
“Karl,” I mumbled, enjoying the heat of his moist body against me.
“Why was he pissed at you?” Jason demanded, sounding nonchalant, but I knew better.
“How’d you know he was pissed at me?” I asked, avoiding the question.
“You addressed him as sir,” he shrugged, his eyes piercing mine and telling me he disapproved.
I didn’t answer. He’d observed this habit as one of my family’s ‘quirks’ – as he called them – and he didn’t like it. I didn’t understand why he didn’t get it. It was a term of respect and a sure-fire way of not pissing off my eldest brothers when they were on a rampage.
With Ian and Karl both being military, it was a term they expected. I vaguely remembered my brothers addressing my Dad as sir when he was in military mode. The same was true for Matt, we called him sir at school so it was only natural that we would do the same at home when he was in a bad mood and we didn’t want to provoke him. Although, I think we called him sir even before that, because he was the same age as Karl and it just seemed right.
“Jamie?” Jason prompted, still after an answer to his question.
“The usual,” I sighed, not wanting to sour the morning that I’d been on the way to saving.
“Such as?” Jason pressed.
I sighed inwardly, why does he need to know? It’d just make him annoyed and I neither needed nor wanted any more hostility between Jason and my brothers.
When I didn’t answer, Jason reached out to tilt my head up towards him and looked into my eyes.
“Eight AM is a little too late to wake up in Karl’s book,” I admitted, knowing Jason didn’t usually give up until he got what he wanted.
“Thought your books were one and the same,” he smirked.
“They usually are, you have a bad effect on me,” I grinned.
“I should hope so,” he grinned back, pushing his hips up against me. “I like rubbing off on you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“I like you rubbing off on me,” I answered, chewing on my lower lip and looking up at his. I leaned in for a kiss and was well rewarded.
Jason broke off the kiss and pushed away, grabbing his toothbrush from the side and prepping it with toothpaste.
“Your brothers have control issues, Jamie,” Jason sighed as he began brushing his teeth.
I frowned. “It’s just the way they are, Jason. I don’t mind. It’s a small sacrifice to keep them happy.”
He couldn’t answer because of the minty foam filling his mouth but the look in his eyes was answer enough. Jason didn’t agree.
I left him to it and returned to my room with my shoulders sagging. I set about packing my bag for my first day of lectures in 2013. Part of me was eager to get back to it; I loved most of my lectures and found them genuinely interesting.
“Sorry, little squirrel,” Jason said, surprising me as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay,” I sighed, leaning back into him and enjoying his warm skin against my back. “I just wish you liked them.”
“I do like them, baby,” he soothed. He must have seen the disbelieving look on my face because he continued. “I like them as guys. I don’t like them as your brothers. They treat you like a little kid. They’re bullies, Jamie.”
“Jason, please,” I pleaded, turning around to face him. “They’re my brothers.”
That simple fact ought to have been enough of an explanation. Jason knew exactly why my brothers meant so much to me. He, of all people, should understand why I didn’t mind my brothers being a little bossy.
Jason brought his hands up to his face and brushed them through his hair – a sure sign of exasperation. He rubbed his temples briefly before dropping his arms to his sides and pulling me towards him again.
“I know, I’m sorry little squirrel,” he apologised, brushing my forehead with his lips.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his breath against my forehead. I leaned into him, his proximity soothing me almost instantaneously.
“It’s okay. Sorry for ruining your morning,” I pouted, pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss the spot behind his ear.
“You haven’t ruined my morning. You only ever make things better,” he smiled, tilting his head to the side to give me better access. “Although, I’ll admit it wasn’t quiet the start to the morning that I’d been planning.”
Planning? What was he planning?
“You don’t remember?” He asked, looking down at me.
“Remember what?” I queried, my brow furrowed in confusion.
“Today’s a special day,” he explained, lifting me up with his hands under my naked ass cheeks so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist to support my weight, not that I was complaining.
“Why’s it special?” I wondered, racking my brains to figure out what I’d forgotten.
“It’s Monday,” he grinned, walking me to the wall and causing my skin to goosebump from the contact with the cold plaster.
“Monday,” I nodded, still not with it. What significance is Monday?
Jason grinned as he slipped one hand away from me and began gently stroking my core, slipping two fingers inside me.
I moaned and squirmed against him, enjoying the delightful attention.
“Tell me why Monday is special, baby,” Jason urged, pushing his fingers deeper and faster.
“I don’t know,” I groaned, my mind becoming unfocussed as my muscles began clenching around his fingers.
“Think harder, Jamie,” he grinned against my neck and began swirling his tongue behind my ear.
I had no idea. I genuinely had no clue what he was referring to. I groaned again as he slipped another finger into me, stretching me with each movement.
“It’s Monday, baby. What did you do exactly seven days ago?” He asked, his teeth grazing across my collarbone.
I racked my brains to last Monday. Breakfast, library, lunch, doctors, gym. My brain, overwhelmed by pleasure, rushed through the day’s itinerary.
“I went to the doctors,” I panted, my eyes shooting open as he pushed his thumb against my clit.
“You did,” he nodded, bringing his lips to meet mine and suc
king my lower lip into his mouth. “Which means you took your first pill on Tuesday and today is your seventh.”
My brain played a rapid game of catch-up and quickly realised he was right. The realisation didn’t get chance to sink in because Jason rubbed a firm circle around my clit and I burst around his fingers, grinding my hips against him as I worked my overwhelming orgasm out of my system.
“You okay?” He chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face as my breathing slowed.
“Yes. Thank you,” I grinned, my eyes lowering as I noticed he let the towel slip from around his waist. I liked what I saw.
“I can’t wait to feel you. Really feel you,” he breathed. His erection was now free from the towel and rubbed up against my still sensitive slit as he moved me above him.
“Jason, I…” I broke off. I didn’t want to be insensitive, but a thought had just occurred to me. He’d slept with a lot of girls. A lot. The thought did unpleasant things to me but also made me worried.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, breaking off his delightful movements to look down at me with concern in his eyes.
“Have you- I mean… is it… you know, safe?” I asked, feeling ridiculous and blushing hard.
Jason’s brows furrowed for a second before his eyes lit up with humour and he kissed my nose. “You went to the student medical practice,” he said, his fingers tracing patterns on my side.
I nodded, still embarrassed that I’d brought it up.
“I’m guessing they forced a sexual health test on you?”
My blush deepened impossibly and I nodded again.
“They do that to everyone. You go in for a splinter, you get a chlamydia test. I’ve been going there for years. I have been regularly checked out. Okay?”
I nodded again, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“I know, baby,” he chuckled. “It’s okay. You have a right to know. But I would never have let you go down on me if I wasn’t clean.”
I lifted my head away from his chest to check his face in case he really had been hurt by my insinuation but he still looked amused. His mouth did anyway, his eyes were burning once more.
“Just for the record though, I’ve always used a condom,” he shrugged, as if he wasn’t just dropping a bomb on me.