by R. J. Sable
It felt nothing like having his fingers inside of me the way he normally did. As he began moving his finger slowly in and out of me, his attentions to my clit increased. I found my muscles clenching around him in rhythm to the movements. The finger inside my ass rotated in circles, slowly stretching me.
He pushed harder with the hand that was cupping me and I muffled a cry as he brought me right up to the edge.
“Let go, Jamie,” Jason ordered, increasing the speed of both his hands.
It took a matter of milliseconds for my body to obey his command. My muscles shuddered as the pleasure rippled through to my very core.
I felt Jason withdraw both his hands and thrust into me from behind, thankfully in a more familiar place this time.
“Jason,” I cried, already feeling the tension inside of me rebuilding.
“What’s up, baby?” He asked, slowly pushing into me until he was all the way in. My muscles clenched and stretched around him, gratefully accepting him inside of me.
“I want to touch you, please,” I pleaded. “Please let me turn around.”
“Anything for you, baby,” he grinned, withdrawing from me and helping me turn around so that I was lying on my back.
The moment my back met the bed, he pulled himself over me, his lips meeting mine in a purely carnal, determined embrace that had me panting for my breath. I groaned into his mouth as he thrust inside of me again and began moving.
The pressure quickly became too much and I was forced to break off the kiss so I could throw my head back in ecstasy. Delighted that I now had the ability to touch him, I let my hands roam freely over his body, tracing his muscles as they rippled under his skin.
His thrusting became more hurried and his movements less controlled. I grasped onto his broad shoulders to support myself as my hips rose in time to his, accepting him as deep into me as I could.
My muscles quivered as I teetered on the edge and begged Jason for something, anything, but I didn’t know what. My mind was a wanton mess of lustful thoughts and all I wanted was Jason, as much of him I could get, in anyway I could get it.
Jason lowered his head and gently bit down against my neck, pushing me over the edge again. I felt my fingernails dig into his skin as my muscles tensed and I briefly hoped I wasn’t hurting him before my mind went blank. If anything, though, it just seemed to spur him on. His movements lost all remaining traces of control and his breathing became a near animalistic growl as he found his release together with mine.
He quickly rolled us over so that his weight wasn’t crushing me and our breathing slowed down together, our chests rising and falling as one.
“Did you like that?” He asked as I lay on his stomach and he stroked my hair.
“I don’t know,” I frowned, my fingers tracing his small, perfect nipple.
“You came,” he grinned against my hair, his warm breath making me drowsy.
“I always come with you, Jason,” I blushed.
“I know, baby. I just want to understand why you’re unsure,” he said gently.
“I… it just… it felt wrong, sort of deviant I guess,” I admitted.
“Deviant?” Jason chuckled. “How was it deviant?”
“It felt like we were doing something wrong,” I repeated, feeling my cheeks and ears burn even more.
“It’s not wrong, baby, we’re adults. What we do behind closed doors is up to us. Nobody gets to judge us. As long as both want to do it, then it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of fun and experimenting,” he said simply.
I sort of admired his perspective, how open he was to being sexually experimentative. I loved that about him and envied it but I wasn’t sure how easily I could let go of my inhibitions.
“Would you do it again?” He asked, brushing my cheek with his thumb.
I want to make him happy. “I would if you wanted to,” I smiled shyly up at him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he beamed, kissing the tip of my nose.
I went to argue with him but caught myself just in time and mumbled my thanks for the compliment instead.
“Jason?” I asked tentatively.
“Jamie,” he mocked with a grin.
“Why?”
“Why what, baby?”
“Why do you want to… to do that to me… there?” I blushed furiously and I knew he was grinning at my bashful attempts to ask him.
“Why do I want to fuck you in the ass?” He grinned and I nodded. “I’ll tell you if you ask me properly.”
I both hated and loved him for making me say it. He loved making me blush.
“Why do you want to fuck me in the ass?” I said quietly, going against my many years of conditioning not to use such language.
“Good girl,” he grinned, rolling us over so that I was on my back and he was holding his weight above me.
“I’ll be the first and last man to fuck you here,” he grinned, kissing my lips gently before moving slowly down my body, kissing each nipple as he travelled south.
“I’ll be the first and last man to fuck you here,” he said, pressing a warm, wet kiss against my still sensitive clit.
He climbed back over me and looked into my eyes.
“And now I want to be the first and last man to fuck your ass as well. Makes sense, right?” He grinned.
“Perv,” I grumbled, shaking my head and trying and failing to hide the grin on my face.
“Just making sure that you know you’re mine,” he laughed.
“I’m yours,” I nodded. “Always.”
“Yes you are,” he grinned happily.
Chapter 20
Friday, 1st February 2013
I smiled as I listened to Adam talk about Laura. His face lit up as he told me about their date the previous night.
I let him lead me through the campus, my arm in his, until we reached the refectory. I had a packed lunch with me but I’d agreed to sit with Adam and eat. He’d gotten up a little late and decided to buy lunch from the student union.
I waited at the table and pulled my lunchbox and water bottle from my bag. Adam re-joined me with a plate full of pizza and I grinned at him.
“Pizza?” I raised my eyebrow as I pulled the lid off my box of salad.
“Food of the gods,” he nodded, lifting one slice to his mouth and taking a huge bite.
“If you say so,” I laughed. “I don’t think I could eat a whole one though,” I nodded my head towards his plate.
“That’s because you’re tiny, shorty,” he grinned. “I’m a growing boy!”
“Pfft!” I scoffed before taking a sip of my water.
I saw Adam open his mouth to counter but instead his eyes followed something behind me.
“Isn’t that…” he trailed off.
I turned around to see what he was looking at. Jason! I felt a smile break out on my face at the mere sight of him, but it disappeared as I saw who he was with and I slumped back in my chair dejectedly.
“Who’s that with him?” Adam asked, frowning slightly.
“Shana,” I sulked.
“So I take it you two are best friends?” He joked.
“Not quite,” I rolled my eyes, watching Jason and Shana move through the tables to find a seat.
Shana was laughing at something Jason said and kept touching his arms, and hands, and shoulders. The stupid woman couldn’t keep her hands off him. I couldn’t either but that was different, he’s mine.
“If you don’t stop glaring at them I’ll start getting worried you’ll turn green,” Adam smiled. “You don’t have to be worried, Jamie. Jason loves you.”
“I know,” I sighed, feeling guilty for the unbidden jealous emotions coursing through me. “I trust him,” I nodded. “I just don’t trust her.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he smiled, a full smile this time. “It takes two to tango.”
I looked back down at the salad that I was now playing with rather than eating and moved it around a little more with my fork. I felt a tingling on
the back of my neck and looked up to see Jason staring at me from his table.
He smiled with his whole body as he looked at me and I saw him push up from his chair without a word to Shana and stroll over to me.
“Hey, little squirrel,” he grinned, bending down to give me one of his mind-blowing kisses.
“Hey, Jason,” I grinned back, my jealously long forgotten because I knew he was genuinely happy to see me.
He greeted Adam and then went to fetch his food tray so he could sit with us. To my dismay, he brought Shana with him. She looked a little disgruntled at my presence but she hid it from Jason.
“Hi, Shana,” I greeted with the best smile I could muster.
“Hi,” she replied curtly, her eyes darting back and forth between Adam and I.
I introduced Adam to Shana and could almost see the cogs working as she looked between the two of us.
“Are you also in the athletics club?” She asked Adam.
“No,” Adam shook his head, looking almost horrified at the idea. Adam hated running. “I’m a swimmer.”
I smiled at him and took a sip of my water and glanced over at Jason who was frowning at me. I shot him a quizzical look and he pointed to my water bottle.
“I thought juice might go off if I carried it around with me all day,” I explained guiltily.
He sighed and grabbed my bottle, switching it with his own which looked like it might contain some kind of protein shake. I eyed it suspiciously, wrinkling my nose slightly.
“It’s vanilla flavour,” he reassured me, pushing the bottle into my hand and encouraging me to try it.
I took a tentative sip, it tasted okay. I hoped Jason wasn’t too disappointed with me. I didn’t have any spare cash in my budget that week and I genuinely was worried the orange juice would start to taste funny after a morning in warm lecture theatres.
“Is that all you’re having?” He frowned again, watching me pick at my salad.
“I… it’s… I put dressing on,” I frowned back, my heart sinking because I could see the disappointment on his face.
“Where’s the protein?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
“I forgot,” I pouted. I’d been in a bit of a rush making it and had forgotten Jason’s rule about what had to be included at every meal and every snack.
“Jamie,” he sighed. “You really need to try harder.”
I lowered my eyes to my salad and muttered an apology, embarrassed that he was saying this in front of Adam and Shana, who appeared to be loving the fact that Jason was annoyed with me.
Jason reached his hand under the table and squeezed my knee gently. I knew that was his way of apologising without making a scene.
“I can’t wait for training later,” Shana grinned, fluttering her eyelashes at Jason.
“Should be a good one,” he nodded.
“What are we doing tonight?” I asked quietly, keeping my eyes on my salad so I didn’t have to watch Shana’s impossibly long eyelashes as she not-so-subtly edged closer and closer to Jason’s side.
“400 meter intervals,” Jason answered with a grin. He knew those were my favourite.
“Ace,” I grinned back, looking up to meet his eyes which where glimmering back at me.
“You guys are insane,” Adam shook his head after wolfing down his last slice of pizza. “I’d rather swim four kilometres butterfly than sprint round a track.”
“Each to their own,” Jason grinned.
“Remember when you guys tried to teach me and Lottie how to swim butterfly?” Shana giggled at Jason.
“Yeah,” Jason chuckled. “Grayson stayed in the pool for a suspiciously long time after the girls and I got out,” he explained to me.
“Teach me not to wear a bikini around him,” she giggled.
“Or at least to tie it properly,” Jason said dryly.
I stopped playing with my salad but refused to look up at them, taking a sip of the vanilla shake instead.
“Oh come on,” she laughed a little too loudly. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!”
I had to look up this time, just in time to see Jason shoot Shana an annoyed look, which contrasted with her gleeful, smug expression.
Jason eyed me cautiously but I didn’t want him to see how upset I was so I looked back down at my food. I knew I shouldn’t have been bothered. Jason had never given me any reason to doubt him and I wasn’t going to hold his past against him. I was however, annoyed by Shana’s blatant attempts to drive a wedge between us and Jason’s obvious ignorance to it.
I couldn’t believe that he didn’t see how much Shana wanted him. The awkward silence grew and I knew I couldn’t finish my salad, not with my stomach feeling the way it was now.
I took a deep breath and focussed my thoughts. She’s doing this on purpose. She wants me to be mad at Jason.
“Seen before?” I said to Jason, cocking my head at him and putting on my most innocent smile.
“Shana has a habit of getting them out,” Jason teased, giving her a tight-lipped cheeky grin.
“I see,” I nodded, pushing my chair away and standing up. I saw a flash of panic on Jason’s face. He probably thought I was about to storm off, but that would be letting her win.
I gestured for Jason to scoot his chair back with mock impatience and he obliged. I sat down on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck and he grinned happily up at me.
“As long as you haven’t seen them recently,” I whispered in his ear, letting my lips linger on the sensitive spot just behind his ear.
“Of course not,” he chuckled, turning his head to me and whispering “But, baby, she could have been dancing naked with nipple tassels on and I wouldn’t have noticed. I would have been too busy thinking about you.”
I grinned happily and shifted on his lap so that my back was against his front and I was facing Adam again.
I reached over to Jason’s plate and stole a green bean and munched on it happily. I was proud of myself for not letting Shana get to me and walking away like I’d wanted to do. Instead, judging by the look on Shana’s face, I’d turned this into a huge win in my column.
“You stealing my food?” Jason teased, handing me another green bean.
“Family habit,” I chuckled.
“Not any more,” he said seriously.
“Nope,” I smiled. “They haven’t done it once since.”
I almost missed my brothers stealing my food. Almost. I wondered if they’d ever do it again. I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t but it felt like they were treating me differently for the wrong reasons. They didn’t stop eating my food because they were trying to be nice, they’d stopped because they thought I was too thin. That was an important distinction for me.
“Break it up, lovebirds,” Adam demanded, standing up and taking his tray with him. “We’ve got a lecture.”
I pouted at him but I knew he was right.
“Skive and spend the afternoon with me?” Jason said, locking his hands around my waist so I couldn’t get up.
“Sorry, Jason. Wish I could,” I apologised trying to pry his hands from around my waist.
“Okay, spend the afternoon naked with me?” He was speaking a little quieter but I was pretty sure Shana had heard and I blushed a little extra because of that.
I had to admit it was pretty tempting and I was seriously contemplating taking him up on this offer but I knew we’d have plenty of time for that over the weekend.
“Perv,” I teased him, wiggling slightly in his lap. “I can’t, sorry.”
He sighed and let me off his lap. I didn’t miss him adjusting himself and neither did Shana.
“I know,” he pouted. “Besides, I promised your brothers I wouldn’t mess with your education, and I’d quite like to live a little longer.”
I smiled a half smile. He was joking but all I was seeing in my mind was him in a hospital bed once more.
“Enjoy your class, little squirrel,” he said, standing up to give me a goodbye-kis
s. Goodbye-kisses were almost as good as mind-blowing kisses, but not quite. They always left me wanting more and I guess that was the intention. A goodbye-kiss made me want to come back for a hello-kiss.
“See you at training,” I grinned at him, giving Shana the compulsory polite smile.
***
“You’re on fire today,” Grayson grinned at me after we finished the last set.
“Probably the protein shake she had for lunch,” Jason raised his eyebrow at me.
“Thanks,” I smiled at Grayson, pointedly ignoring Jason’s dig about my lunch.
I followed the boys jogging around the track to cool down. I was a sweaty mess but I was still grinning and looking forwards to a long soak in Jason’s tub.
I spotted Shana jogging towards us with Lottie and another girl. Jason nodded at them in greeting and carried on chatting with Grayson.
“Jamie!” Grayson called over his shoulder. “Your boyfriend needs permission to go out.”
“Oh?” I laughed. “Is that so?”
“That’s not what I said!” Jason fake-scowled and gave Grayson a playful shove.
He stumbled but regained his step and dropped back to run beside me. Jason followed suit and ran on my right, leaving Lottie and Shana a little ahead of us.
“I said I’d ask you,” Jason nodded to me.
“Ask me for permission?” I teased him.
“No,” he grinned. “Ask you if you wanted to come.”
“Where?”
“Fight tomorrow,” Grayson grinned, making a few boxing gestures in front of him.
“Ooh, are you fighting tomorrow Grayson?” Shana asked.
“I am,” he nodded.
“I’ll be there,” she grinned.
“Awesome,” Grayson nodded.
I agreed to go, knowing I’d have to call Craig and maybe Simon first just to keep my brothers happy. At least I’d get to go in through the back room and avoid the crowd.
I’d not really spoken to Craig since I pissed him off back at the hotel. He’d given me a big hug after they took me shopping and dropped me off though so I figured he wasn’t too mad at me.
He was chirpy when I talked to him and agreed without a problem once he found out Jason would be there with me. He told me to call Simon when I arrived. I tried to ask him how everyone was but I was pretty sure I heard a girl giggling in the background so I thanked him and wrapped it up instead.