Loosen Up

by Robin Leaf

  He was there in my space, grabbing my hand to stop me.

  “I said don’t.” I was against the wall a second later with my hands trapped in one of his above my head. His other hand roamed from my neck to over my breasts. He stopped at the left one, pinching my nipple and pulling, letting it bounce back. His mouth descended on it, soothing the sting, laving my nipple with his tongue.

  I moaned, “Please.”

  “What do you need, Darla?” he said around my nipple.

  I squirmed, trying to release my hands from his hold. “I need to come.”

  He smiled and looked up at me. “You will. Patience.” He released me and stepped back to turn off the water. “This has been a very long time in the making.” Handing me a towel, he added, “There’s no way I’m rushing it.”

  We dried off separately, and he led me back into the bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bed. His cock dangerously close to my face, he stepped back before I could make contact.

  “Are you super tired?” he asked, brushing my hair from my shoulders.

  I shook my head.

  “Good. You can go to sleep after I make you come.” He encouraged me to lay down on the bed and grabbed my knees, opening them wide. His hands moved up my thighs slowly, worshiping all the skin he touched. Kneeling, he moved closer to me, taking his fill, memorizing the sight of my spread, wet pussy in front of him. I felt myself get wetter.

  “Fuck,” he cursed quietly. “I’m not…” He scratched the back of his head. “I’ve not done this in a long time,” he admitted, but the admission was lost as his tongue made contact with the opening to my pussy. He licked up my center to my clit, rolling his tongue over it.

  I moaned. “You’re doing just fine.” I grabbed the back of his head and guided him, showing him where to lick, helping the friction by moving my hips. “Do you want to enjoy this or do you want me to come quickly?”

  “I want you to come.”

  “Then stick a finger in my pussy and suck my clit into your mouth.”

  He removed his mouth momentarily so he could watch his finger sink inside me.

  “That’s right. Fuck me with it.”

  He moved it in and out roughly, watching.

  “Jase…”

  He dove back onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth, moving his tongue over it like someone trained him to do so.

  I cried out, pulsing around his finger, riding out my orgasm by moving my hips.

  He moved up my body, replacing his finger with his cock, sinking so deep, he triggered another orgasm more intense than the first. His mouth found mine, swallowing my sounds. His hips found a relentless pace as he chased his orgasm.

  “Oh, God, Darla…” he cried, before I felt him come deep in me. His thrusts slowed down, barely moving.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, expressing every feeling I was having in that moment… love, safety, belonging. I ran my fingers through his hair, raking his scalp, and he moaned in my mouth. I took a minute to feel… everything. His warm, hard chest raking against my nipples. His soft tongue tangling with mine. His silky hair through my fingers. His breath against my cheek.

  He pulled away from the kiss to look down at me with those root-beer colored eyes, which were glassy, wet even.

  “I have dreamed of this so many times,” he said roughly. He reached up to my face and wiped the tears that had unknowingly escaped my eyes. “The real thing is so much better.”

  “I love you, Jase.” He closed his eyes tightly, and rested his forehead on my chest between my breasts. I ran my fingertips over his head. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

  He pulled out of me, kissed my lips, then kissed between my breasts before standing. Grabbing the towel off the floor, he cleaned himself before gently wiping between my legs.

  “Oh, God. I’m sorry, Darla. I didn’t even think about condoms. Honestly, I don’t have any. I can assure you that I’m clean.”

  I furrowed my brow, carefully wording my next question. “How do you know that?”

  He paused his cleaning to look away. Embarrassed. “Well, I…” he stammered, “I’ve been tested, several times, but I haven’t… had actual sex with anyone since the start of my sophomore year of college.”

  I sat up and placed my hands on his waist. “How…” I swallowed. “How is that possible?”

  He smiled down at me and moved a piece of hair stuck to my lips. “That is a story for later, after you get some sleep.” Dropping the towel next to the bed, he lifted me to the pillows, laying down next to me and pulling my head to his chest. I burrowed in closer to him, throwing my leg over his.

  “I haven’t been with anyone but Allison since… that night… with you and…” I trailed off.

  He lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “Good to know.” He kissed my forehead and inhaled, wrapping both arms tightly around me.

  I kissed his chest and nuzzled in. “We will talk about these.” I moved my hand across his scars.

  His hand moved soothingly up and down my back. “Sleep, Darla.”

  I drifted off in record time.

  Forty Six

  “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love” – Bad Company

  I woke with a start, momentarily discombobulated by the warmth seeping into my cheek. I looked up and saw Jase’s peaceful face. He looked angelic in his slumber. I moved slowly, trying not to disturb him, to unstick our skin. He didn’t stir.

  I took the moment to watch him sleep. I let my eyes take in his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks and his strong jaw. I had to fight the urge to move my lips up and down his neck. I studied his chest, noticing each tiny scar, not one more than half an inch, along his ribs, seven in all. My eyes traveled down his stomach, that sexy trail that began under his navel to his… wow, impressively hard cock.

  I slid my hand down, with the intention of lightly touching it. Touching the tip, it jumped, like it was reaching for me. Who was I to deny what it wanted.

  Moving carefully and pulling myself to my knees beside his hip, I licked the tip of his cock, tasting it for the first time. My taste still lingered on him, so I drug my tongue from tip to base and back again.

  His hand moved my hair out of the way, so he could watch me.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, resuming my licking.

  “I’m not going to complain.”

  I planted my hand firmly at the base of his cock, lifting it up to my mouth, and licked his slit, earning me a hiss.

  “Jesus, Darby.”

  I smiled. If he liked that, he would love what came next.

  I opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much of him down as I could, sucking as I pulled back, letting go with a pop.

  “That felt good, do it again.”

  So I complied, this time not letting go. Each time I took him deep, his tip hitting the back of my throat, and slowly sucking as I pulled back.

  “God, that’s good.”

  I pulled off his cock and gripped him firmly, stroking slowly up and over his tip and back down again.

  “You know Jase,” I began, licking his slit again, “I have gotten off many times to the memory of you jacking off while you watched me.” I sucked him down again, feeling every ridge and vein with my tongue. “I would have done this to you that night, if you’d come to me.”

  He thrust down my throat and groaned. His left hand found my breast and squeezed.

  “Jesus, I wanted to touch you so badly that night. I wanted to join…” He moaned when I swallowed around him.

  I pulled off and moved my lips down the side of his cock, pushing them up with my hand.

  “You should have.”

  “Fuck, Darla…” he called. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

  My left hand cupped his balls, massaging and tugging. “Don’t you dare.” One more time, I took him deeply into my mouth, sucking hard on my release. “You’re going to come inside me again, and not in my mouth… at least not this time.”

  He
pulled my head up. “Then you need to stop that.”

  I climbed over him, straddling his hips. “Hang on, love.” He pulled me down to his chest. “Give me a minute.”

  His hands roamed down my back to my ass. They moved slowly, lovingly, like he was caressing something very precious. It felt amazing, but I was losing my mind.

  “Minute’s up,” I announced, lifting and slamming myself down on his cock. “You can be sweet later. Now, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” I ground my pelvis against his. “So brace yourself.”

  I went to town, fucking him at a hard pace. He watched our union, fascinated with his cock moving in and out of me. I leaned back so he could get a better look, bracing myself with my hands on his thighs.

  He licked his lips and kept watching. After a few seconds, he glanced up at my face and kept his eyes on mine. His face transformed from one of amazement to one of hunger. His hands gripped me by the waist, and he slammed up into me from underneath on my downslide, causing me to throw my head back.

  “I forgot you like it hard, huh?”

  I nodded as he slammed me again, manhandling me with precision. I felt another orgasm approach, this one warning me with its inevitable intensity.

  “Jase, I’m gonna come… hard…”

  And I did. The world went sideways and swirly, making me dizzy, unsure if I was still on top of him. I knew he was still inside me, thrusting at a punishing pace.

  When he came back into focus, I was on my back, and he was up on his arms watching me.

  “That was fucking incredible, Darby.”

  “Yeah it was.”

  I squeezed my inner walls, urging him to go faster. My hands gripped his ass, pulling him deeper each time he hit the spot that made me see stars.

  “That’s it, fuck me, Jase,” I said on a groan. “Harder.”

  And he did.

  I felt him losing control, so I made a point to watch his face. He shut his eyes tightly and he whimpered as he swelled inside me. Right when he came, his face transformed into a beautiful mix of pain, pleasure, and ecstasy, and he quietly howled through it. I smiled, knowing I would be the only one who would ever put that look on his face.

  He rolled over to his back, dragging his messy cock over the top of my thigh as he left me.

  “Okay, I need a break,” he said.

  I looked at the clock. It was five in the morning, which meant to me, it was nine at night.

  “What time do you need to go in to work?”

  He looked over at me with hooded eyes. “I’m not going in today.”

  Smiling, I rolled over to him, placing my head back on his chest. “I am so on board with that plan.”

  We just laid there, absorbing each other’s energy, rubbing each other’s skin softly, committing each other to memory… that was until my stomach made an urgent noise, like it was possessed by a snarling demon.

  Chuckling, he kissed my forehead. “I guess I need to feed you.” He rolled over and stood up. “And don’t get dressed.” Leaning down to caress my cheek, he softened his tone. “We are going to talk, and you have a history of bolting when you hear or see things you don’t like. If you are naked, you can’t walk out.”

  “I’ve grown up since then, Jase.” An overwhelming panic struck me. “Goddess, is it that bad?”

  He just smiled sadly and walked to the door.

  Fuck. I had a feeling this was not going to go well.

  Forty Seven

  “Relax My Beloved” – Alex Clare

  “So you learned to cook,” I said through the bite of the breakfast casserole Jase prepared that I just shoved in my mouth. I swore if I could shovel it in faster, I would. It was delicious, or three rounds of sex just really made me hungry.

  “But you didn’t learn to eat,” he winked.

  I chewed and swallowed. “I’m starving. Great sex will do that to a girl. It apparently makes you playful, huh?”

  He grinned, and my panties would have disintegrated, if I was wearing panties that is. He did allow me to put on one of his t-shirts, just in case Tillie came home early. I asked him to wear something, too. Watching him move around the kitchen in those plain grey sweatpants, knowing he was commando underneath them, made my mouth water.

  “Tillie taught me. This is actually her house. She was looking for a tenant after her husband died. He left a sizable debt for her to pay. She wanted a college student she could coddle, but instead, she got me.”

  “And you got the mother-figure you so desperately needed.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I guess I did. She drags me to all these arts and crafts things…”

  “Is she the reason for my painted sign, the one that landed the knife in my thigh?”

  He laughed. “She is not to blame for your… accident, but yes. She says art is good therapy.” He shrugged. “It does help.”

  I dropped my eyes. “Like your journals?”

  He fidgeted nervously, grabbing the back of his neck. “Shit, Darby. You read them?”

  “Not all of them, just the first one. I’m sorry I snooped and invaded your privacy, but I saw my name and couldn’t stop. I read how you fell in love with me, Jase.” I swallowed. “It was beautiful to witness in your words.”

  He came around the island to the stool where I sat and situated himself between my legs. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

  “Darby, I have a condition called myocarditis.”

  “Myocar-whatis?”

  He smiled. “When I was a freshmen in high school, I contracted some viral infection. We didn’t know it at the time, but it attacked my heart, because a year later, I suffered a major heart attack.”

  I blinked. “Holy shit, Jase.”

  He nodded. “I was on the track team, and I collapsed practicing for the four by four relay.” He pulled me closer. “Dex actually saved my life. He performed CPR on me until the paramedics got there. They said if he wasn’t so quick to react, I would have died.”

  “Thank Asclepius that Mom insisted we take that Red Cross course.”

  “Asclepius?”

  “Greek god of medicine, but go on.”

  He smiled and kissed my forehead. I melted again, just like I did every time.

  “The doctors said since my health was at risk, they put me on a strict regimen of no exercise, a restrictive diet, I had to avoid anyone who was sick…”

  “Which explains your germ thing,” I added.

  “Yes. My parents pulled me out of school and kept a tight watch on me.”

  “Understandable.”

  “Your brother and Freddy were the only people on the planet that my parents allowed around me, and that’s only because they both saved me… Freddy called the paramedics. Any other people were not allowed anywhere near me. They treated me like I was…”

  “…made of glass. I read that.”

  “Mostly, but my father treated me like I was a burden. He felt it would hurt his political career to have his son be the freak-show sickly kid, so he carted me away to the college, picking my major and assigning me a babysitter.”

  “Noah.”

  “Nope, he wasn’t the first one. Rusty came first, but he was fired after I had another myocardial infarction while having sex with my first and only real girlfriend.”

  I smacked my forehead. “Shit, Jase. How awful.”

  “It wasn’t a bad one. And it wasn’t the first time I had sex, either.” He smirked. “I kinda went a little crazy since it was the first time away from my parents. I hadn’t had an incident since that major scare, so I had sex… a lot. I mean I was very careful, but I wasn’t very discriminant.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I’m not very proud of it, so I won’t bore you. But this little baby heart attack scared me, and it scared the girlfriend away, or maybe Dad paid her to go away. All I know is I never heard from her again.

  “So Dad hired Noah, who was already a SEAL complete with CPR and some medical training, and gave him a new list of instructions, including reporting anythi
ng I did. He was to oversee everything I ate, everywhere I went, and he came up with a heart-healthy exercise regimen. Dad even had him trained in how to administer my medications, of which I had plenty. I had to take them in front of Noah like a child. I stopped taking them when Rusty was my sitter so I could drink a lot of alcohol, which is what led to my second issue.

  “Then I met you, younger sister of my savior. I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but it felt like it. I had to play it cool around you, since you were jail bait. Your graduation party was my first temptation. I convinced myself you were a lesbian so that I wouldn’t make a move on you. Then you had to go and fuck with my head.”

  I grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

  He kissed my nose. “Don’t be. It was the beginning of us.” He stepped back from me, keeping his hands on my thighs. “Over the course of the next four years, I fell so deeply in love with you. It drove me absolutely crazy. I made the decision to not tell you about my condition. I wanted to…”

  “Feel normal. Yeah, I read all about it.”

  He smiled. “Fine, then I’ll skip ahead. I got this idea… if I couldn’t have sex with you, like I really wanted to so badly, I could watch you with someone else.” Looking down at the floor, he continued. “I became obsessed with it… for six months, I thought of little else. So, after careful deliberation, I mentioned it to you, thinking you’d turn me down and that would be the end of it, but you didn’t. I wanted to back out, but you seemed to be so for it, so I asked my best friend, who, indirectly because of me, was into this sort of kink.” He swallowed and looked back up at me. “It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

  “No it wasn’t…”

  He grabbed my hands. “Yes. It was, because it only made me want you that much more. I saw you, when it clicked for you, I watched you realize you loved me. I saw how much you wanted me. I wanted to make you mine, and I couldn’t. It was so fortunate that my dad’s scandal broke that next morning because it gave me something else to occupy my thoughts.”

  “Jase, I always wanted to ask… Did you turn in your father?”

  He shook his head. “No. I had Noah investigate him so that I could blackmail him to back off, but I didn’t turn over the information. It came from a different source entirely, someone my dad screwed over. I swear I didn’t have anything to do with it.”