by R. J. Sable
“Always?” I asked.
“Always.”
His eyes studied mine and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, moving me into position. I felt the head of him rubbing against me, spreading the juices of my very recent climax.
“Until now,” he breathed as he pulled me down onto him, sinking me all the way on the very first stroke.
I didn’t have time to absorb his words; the exquisite fullness had my crying out. At first, the cry was of pain as my body struggled to adapt to his size so quickly, but the cry soon became one of pleasure as I registered the sensations. It was the same, but at the same time it was different. It was almost inexplicable. I could always feel him inside me, but now I could feel his heat in a different way. I could feel the velvet-covered steel inside me. I could appreciate the small twitches and spasms that I’d clearly been oblivious to before. It was pure, uninhibited Jason.
“Christ, you feel amazing.” The words rolled from his mouth on an almost silent prayer, his eyes closed as if he was savouring the moment. Imprinting it on his brain forever. The carnal rasp in his voice broke my reverie for his throbbing member and had me grinding my hips against him, desperate to feel him move inside me.
Jason was happy to oblige. He moved with the same worshipful, slow movements that he had used on Friday night in my lesson in making love. A lesson I was only too happy to repeat.
This position was possibly one of my favourites yet. Jason’s muscles rippled beautifully as he supported my weight against the wall and thrust himself into me. His heavy breathing tickled my ear and heated my already warm skin.
“I could stay inside you forever, Jamie,” he whispered, breathing in my hair. “It feels so right, so perfect.”
“It does,” I managed, arching into him as he thrust back inside of me, nudging my womb whilst he massaged the bundle of nerves that would soon have me spiralling over the edge.
“Jason, I’m close,” I warned, tightening my legs around his waist. My hips rolled in time with his, our bodies completely in synch. Nothing felt better than the two of us finding Nirvana together and I didn’t want to get there before he did.
“Hold it, baby. I’m close too,” he answered in a low growl. His hand travelled up my waist to cup my breast and gently tweak my nipple, all the while continuing the skilled movements of his hips and massaging my inner walls.
“Now, Jamie,” he said through clenched teeth and my body responded automatically, exploding around him. I felt him tense completely against me, pinning me to the wall and holding me as if his life depended on it. He thrust a few more times, riding out the last of his orgasm.
We sank down to the floor together, Jason still inside me, our arms wrapped around each other, both of us oblivious to anything but each other.
“I don’t ever want to use a condom again,” I breathed. “Thank you.” I kissed every inch of his face, his eyebrows, his nose, his angled cheeks, before I focussed attention on his full lips, trying to convey the strength of appreciation with my kiss. I love this man. His presence made me warm and safe, calm and exalted, loved and desired, all at once. He was more than I could ever ask for.
“Me neither,” he chuckled, lifting us both up off the floor and gently easing me off of him.
I blushed as I felt the warm liquid seeping down my legs and glanced down to see how obvious it was before I could stop myself. Jason followed my gaze and his eyes lit up. He dropped to a squatting position to inspect the sticky mess between my thighs.
“Sorry,” I blushed, trying to press my legs together to hide my shame but Jason held my knees, keeping my legs apart.
“Why would you be sorry?” He looked up at me, obvious confusion on his face.
I shrugged shyly. I wasn’t really sure, I just felt like I should be apologising.
“You shouldn’t be,” he shook his head. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing this, okay?” He asked, his eyes penetrating mine resolutely. “Remember what I said it would mean? In the library, what I said I would do the first time I came inside you like this?” He prompted, his voice returning to a low sultry growl once more.
“That you’d mark me as your own,” I blushed, my voice a low squeak.
Jason nodded, looking pleased that I’d remembered. How could I forget? He’d been talking dirty in the middle of the library and left me high and dry.
“And now you’re mine,” he nodded, his eyes back on the liquid still making it’s way down my leg.
“I’ve been yours since the day we met,” I said. He should have known that as well. There’d never truly been any doubt in my mind.
“I know, baby,” he reassured me. “And I’m yours. I just like seeing the proof.” He grinned a boyish grin and I found myself grinning back. I love that he loves me.
I watched as he trailed his finger up my leg, scooping up the offending liquid with his hand. He raised his slick finger to my mouth and pressed for entry. I watched wide-eyed even as I obliged him and his finger slipped into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his digit, giving it a thorough cleaning.
Jason had done this before but it didn’t make it any less hot. His eyes studied me with a dark, wicked heat before drawing his very clean finger from my mouth. The taste of our mixed desires coated my tongue and my muscles began clenching once more.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I love you.”
He pulled me into him and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss that told me just how much he loved me.
“I love you too, Jason,” I smiled as he let me go.
We both needed a shower and he was only too happy to join me, despite the fact that he’d only just had one. This of course resulted in discovering the advantages of the contraceptive pill twice more before I finally found myself clean, washed, and dressed in the kitchen.
Chapter 10
Friday, 25th January 2013
I slowed to a jog as I came to the track. I was running a couple of minutes late because I’d lost track of time doing my course reading. I usually liked to arrive a little early so I could ogle a Lycra-clad Jason unabashedly for a few extra minutes.
My eyes scanned the track and I spotted him with Grayson and Hasim.
“Hey, guys,” I grinned at them. They all greeted me warmly and Jason pulled me into his arms.
“Wish we could but we’re off to Newcastle tomorrow,” Jason shook his head, continuing his conversation with his friends.
“No worries,” Grayson shrugged.
“Maybe the week after?” Hasim prompted.
“Ajal,” Jason grinned.
I looked up at him curiously, wondering what on earth he’d tried to say.
“Ana atakallamu el engliziyyah,” Hasim answered with a wry smile.
“I know, mate. I like the practice,” Jason grinned as Hasim walked off.
“Show off,” Grayson grumbled, clapping Jason’s shoulder as he walked off after Hasim and Jason followed, his arm still around me.
I was about to ask Jason what that had been about when he called the group in to welcome them back and talked us through the session. I’d thought I’d heard Jason speaking another language with Hasim before but I’d never asked him about it. Now I was curious. How could I not know that my own boyfriend, the man I love, speaks another language? I both loved and hated that some parts of him were still a mystery to me. Hated because I wanted to know him completely and loved because I didn’t think I’d ever grow tired of learning new things about him.
I pried myself away from Jason’s grip and went to stand with Grayson as I listened to Jason. I saw the disapproving look he shot me. He wanted me to stand with him whilst he talked but I hated having everyone’s eyes on me. Jason nattered away about discus and I listened intently, loving his usual passion. Discus wasn’t really my thing. Throwing heavy, potentially lethal objects was best avoided for clumsy people.
I ran around the track with a few others whilst the rest of the group practiced their discus skills. When I got close to Jason, I grinned, li
stening to him helping the others fine-tune the process. He looked up every time I ran by and I selfishly loved that he still paid me attention, even though he was busy.
I lost myself in my own little world as I carried on. I didn’t even realise the others had pulled back together as a group and were clearly summarizing. I sprinted the last few hundred meters to meet back up with them and placed myself at the back of the group.
“So anybody who wants to is welcome to come to the pub for a catch-up,” Jason finished addressing the group.
I’d almost forgotten we were meant to be going there with Lottie and the other committee members. The crowd started breaking off and I was about to make my way to Jason when I saw a gorgeous brunette practically running to his side. Her tight workout clothes accentuated her beautiful figure, which was decidedly fuller than mine in all the right places. Her hair was a much darker brown than mine and trailed from her tight ponytail in elegant, gentle waves. Her clear blue eyes sparkled from under her eyelashes, the thickness of which could rival Jason’s.
I watched as she threw herself at Jason and gave him a hug, pushing her generous breasts into his chest. Jason looked shocked for a second but returned her hug by wrapping one arm around the top of her shoulders. I felt my stomach turn watching the smile break out on Jason’s face as he greeted her and they kicked up a conversation. I hated the way girls threw themselves at Jason; it hurt every time. Not that I didn’t trust him, I did. He’d gone through so much to prove himself to me.
Jason usually brushed off the unwanted female attention. This was the first time I’d seen him happily embrace it and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Grayson must have seen me staring and turning green because he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to where the two of them were stood chatting.
“’Sup, Shana,” Grayson greeted the brunette beauty.
“Hi, Grayson,” she cooed, still standing too close to Jason.
“There you are, Jamie,” Jason grinned, grabbing me and pulling me into him. “You enjoy your run?” He kept his arms around my waist as he waited for my response. I was secretly glad that the hug he was giving me had pulled him further away from this Shana character.
“I did, thank you,” I smiled up at him, inhaling his scent. Sweat, paper, and Jason – heavenly. “How was discus?”
“We chucked stuff,” he shrugged with a cheeky grin that had me grinning back.
I was glad his attention was on me but still feeling edgy about the overfamiliar greeting between him and Shana. As though reading my mind, Jason span me around and introduced me to her.
“Shana, this is my girlfriend, Jamie-Lea. Jamie, this is an old friend, Shana.”
I smiled at her and she gave me a tight-lipped, fake smile in reply.
“Girlfriend?” She withdrew slightly, obviously surprised.
“Yes, girlfriend,” Jason confirmed, his hands still wrapped around me possessively.
Shana eyed me suspiciously, her gaze travelling up and down my body as if she was inspecting a mouldy yoghurt at the back of the fridge. She didn’t comment further but her shock was evident on her face.
Sensing the discomfort in the air, Grayson stepped in. “You coming to the pub tonight, Shana?” He asked, stressing the word pub in an exaggerated English accent, which sounded odd rolling off his American tongue.
I giggled at him and he winked at me.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Are you going straight there?” She asked, her eyes flicking back to Jason briefly.
“I’ve gotta head back home and get changed, but I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Yeah, we’ve got to swing back to Jamie’s as well. We’ll be there about the same time.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there,” she said, glancing back and forth between the guys and ignoring me.
***
Jason kept his hand on my back as he guided me through the pub to the table at the back where everyone else was sitting. I took a seat next to Jenks, and Jason asked me what I wanted to drink.
“Water please,” I blinked up at him.
Jason closed his eyes briefly before answering me. “Juice or pop, baby,” he apologised.
I clenched my teeth and took a second to calm myself before answering. This was part of Jason’s ‘fatten-Jamie-up’ plan. I wasn’t allowed to drink anything calorie free and it was driving me mad. I liked water. I didn’t drink it just to stay thin.
“Juice, please,” I grumbled.
He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. He knew I didn’t like it but I’d promised to let him help me for a couple of weeks and I knew how much it meant to him.
“Here you go, little squirrel,” Jason grinned, placing my juice down in front of me. He had a coke for himself.
“Thanks,” I beamed, accepting my juice.
“I ordered us some food,” he said, his eyes scanning my expression. He was probably worried I was about to complain again. I couldn’t blame him, I’d been complaining all week, but I’d been eating what I was told for the most part.
I nodded in response. I was a little tired from the running and not in the mood to argue, besides, I knew he was doing it for my sake.
“Hey, by the way,” I turned to him, slipping my hand up the front of his polo shirt. “Were you speaking another language with Hasim?”
“Yes,” he raised his eyebrow at me as though he was surprised I was asking.
“I didn’t know you were bilingual,” I frowned at him.
“I’m not,” he grinned. “I only speak a bit of Arabic.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t really important, but it was important to me.
“How come?” I asked, running my fingers through his happy trail.
He grinned at me and pulled my hand out of his shirt, giving me the knowing look that said I was being a naughty girl. I pouted playfully and settled for putting my hand on his knee.
“Believe it or not, I used to hate all things cardio,” he said, his voice a little quieter so only I would hear.
“Pfft!” I scoffed. I highly doubted it.
“It’s true,” he smiled his million dollar smile and my insides melted a bit. “I was only into martial arts and fighting. I hated the running and stuff at first.”
“Okay,” I urged him to continue, finding it hard to picture.
“I couldn’t run outside because I’d have to leave Benji on his own so I used the treadmill at the gym and he read his books and did his homework while I ran,” he continued. “I hate treadmills, they’re so mind numbingly boring. I tried listening to music and audio books but it didn’t help. Eventually, I started listening to linguaphones and language courses. It gave my brain something to do whilst my body was getting a work out,” he shrugged again.
“So you learnt Arabic?” I asked.
“And Swedish,” he nodded.
“Interesting mixture,” I laughed.
“Why, thank you,” he teased. “I’m glad you approve.”
I giggled at him and took a swig of my orange juice. “I feel like I should know this already,” I said sadly, looking up and studying his handsome face. Jason knew me better than anyone, how much more is there about him that I don’t know?
“Sorry, baby,” he looked a little remorseful. “It never came up.”
“I need to know you better,” I said firmly.
“You know me well enough,” he said.
“I could never know you well enough,” I answered with a knowing grin.
“We’ve had this conversation before,” he smirked.
“We have,” I nodded. “And I seem to remember you pinned me to the bed to try and get information out of me.”
“I did,” he gave me his cheeky grin.
“I might try pinning you to the bed and giving you the same treatment,” I threatened.
He leaned closer to me so he could whisper in my ear. “We both know that’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?” I pouted.
“Because if you did pin me down, it’d only be b
ecause I was letting you,” he answered, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, confused.
“Never mind, baby,” he chuckled. “Give it a try one day.”
I was about to start protesting but the waitress chose that exact moment to place our food in front of us and I had to drop our private conversation to eat my veggie burger.
“Jason! Pool?” Grayson shouted from the other end of the table once we were done eating.
Jason nodded down at him and turned to me. “Want to come and play?”
“I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll join you in a bit,” I smiled.
He kissed me before getting up to join Grayson and a few others at the pool table. I watched him grin as he talked to them and smiled to myself. Riddles aside, it was nice to learn something new about Jason. I knew he wasn’t good at opening himself up but considering how much time we spent together - and how intimate we’d been – I really ought to have known everything about him. I want to know everything about him.
I closed the cubicle door behind me and looked over to the sinks. I was surprised to see Shana there, touching up her thick coating of foundation. The way she was looking at me via the mirror told me she was waiting for me.
I looked up at her and smiled politely as I went to wash my hands. This is awkward, what does she want? I scrubbed my hands quickly and went to grab some paper towels to dry off but she stepped in front of me.
“So, you’re Jason’s girlfriend?” She sneered, looking down at me from the pedestal set by her ridiculously high heels. She was smiling but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was the sort of smile a predator had when it had its prey cornered and knew it was about to have dinner.
“I am,” I answered quietly. Why did that sound so weak? I hated myself for being intimidated by this woman.
She snorted with apparent amusement and walked around me as if she was inspecting a used car. I was offended but found my feet glued to the floor. She made me uneasy.
“I best get back,” I mumbled, forcing my feet to move me to the door.