by Anthology
All of a sudden, Katie reached her breaking point. It was all too much for her. She felt the biggest wave yet, crash over her, and she knew she needed him. Badly.
His lips, his tongue, his hands, his skin, his chest—she needed him, and not like this. Not on a bench, in public, where all they could do was kiss. She needed to have him, to be with him, to be naked with him, to press her body against him, to give him pleasure and take her own until they both cried with release.
She tore her lips away and looked into his eyes, intensity flooding every cell of her body as she gasped, “Yes, Jas. Take me upstairs…please, yes. I need you.”
His only answer was a Jason Sloan Romeo smile. The next thing she knew she was up off the bench and being quickly guided across the hotel lobby with the same urgency she felt burning inside her.
Chapter Twenty-One
As Jason led Katie across the hotel lobby, he could barely believe that this was really happening.
Was this really happening?
He glanced back at Katie, giving her a small smile. She returned the smile, looking every bit as unsure and shell-shocked as he did.
But yes—she was there, she was real, and this was happening.
He just prayed that they didn't run into anyone on the way to the room that would soften Katie's resolve.
Please-no-please-no-please-no-please-no, he chanted in his head to the rhythm of their footsteps.
They stood in front of the elevators and Jason firmly pressed the 'up' button. He would have sworn that his hand was shaking—that he was, in fact, trembling all over—but no. He saw that his hand was steady as he reached it out to push the button.
Damn. If he was completely still, then it must be the rest of the world around him that was quaking.
The elevator doors opened and Jason prayed—again—that there would be no one they knew inside. He'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. To have it derailed at the last minute because they ran into one of his cousins in the elevator would be just too cruel. And in a hotel that was practically overflowing with their friends and relatives… It felt like it would take a miracle to get to Katie's room without being seen.
Luck was on his side, however, because they arrived at Katie's door without exchanging so much as a smile or a nod with anyone known to them. Katie pulled her keycard out of her purse and fumbled with it, her fingers shaking, making the task difficult.
Jason stepped behind her, pressing his body right up against hers, placing his hands firmly on her upper arms. She froze in his embrace.
He began to move his hands down her arms, slowly, inexorably, and he heard her let out a little gasp. He felt her tremble beneath his caress. When his hands finally reached hers, he wrapped them around hers, his big, large hands covering her small, dainty ones entirely.
She stood still, frozen against him, although he could feel and hear her breathing quickening. When he felt that she was ready, he decisively moved their hands together to firmly slide the card in and out of the lock.
The light above the mechanism turned green, and Katie and Jason were inside the room in less than a heartbeat.
Jason backed Katie against the wall and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately, desperately, almost aggressively. All of the pent-up desire of the torturous years he’d wanted Katie but couldn’t touch her, couldn’t kiss her, was pouring out of him.
He felt Katie's petite hands roaming his body. One minute they were tangled in his hair. The next they were clinging to his shoulders and back. Then they were grasping at his neck or caressing his face.
His hands answered her exploration move for move. He ran them through her silky, golden hair and trailed them up and down her arms, and he grasped the sides of her delicate neck as he began to trail kisses down it.
As his head began to move down her neck, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and in one small little jump, she hopped up into his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist.
God. Her body against his made him lightheaded.
He cupped his hands under her adorable and sexy ass and began to kiss her again, supporting her as he moved the two of them towards the hotel bed. When they got to the bed, he reached down and tore the covers from it, never breaking their kiss.
He lay her down gently on the bed and stood above her, gazing down as if she were a priceless and fragile treasure.
“Damn, Katie,” he breathed, looking into her eyes. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”
She smiled, tears shimmering in her gorgeous blue eyes. She whispered, “You already are, Jason.”
Moving over her, Jason began to gently kiss her again on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin, and down her beautiful slim neck. He was surprised at how he felt right now. A moment ago, he had been consumed by animal-like passion. He would have sworn that this encounter was going to be a tangled mass of grabbing at clothes, grasping each other desperately, and mindless ecstasy.
Now, just a few moments later, he felt content to take things slowly, treasuring every small touch, every sight, every taste of her on his lips.
He had waited to explore her body and take his time making love to her for so long, and he wasn't going to rush his opportunity now.
As he trailed kisses slowly down her neck and felt the vibration of her moans through his lips as his kissing became ever more insistent, he traced his fingertips over her body—up and down her arms, up and down her legs, and up and down her thighs.
She began to squirm harder, to writhe a bit even, and then finally she caught one of his hands in both of hers and pulled, causing him to look up at her.
She was panting, and the hair around her forehead was damp with the same sweat that was making her skin glisten. He felt himself grow even harder—if that was possible.
“Jason,” she whimpered. “I need you. I need you so much. Please, just…right now. I need to feel you…”
God, he felt the erotic charge of her fevered exclamations to the very core of his body and soul. His erection pulsed heavily behind his zipper. His body screamed for him to strip her down and sink inside of her.
As he rose up above her, he saw her smile. He realized that she must think that he was giving in to her demands, speeding up and just taking her now like she wanted.
He grinned to himself.
Katie Marie Lawson should know him well enough to know that he didn't do things a certain way just because her bossy little butt said that he should.
Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against her ear.
“Katie…” he said.
“Yes?” she gasped.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
“Yes,” her small frame shivered in response.
“Then you need to trust me now,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against her ear. “Trust me that I'm going to make love to you tonight, and it's going to be amazing. Soul-shattering. I'm going to make your body feel things you didn't even know it was capable of. I'm going to bring you pleasure you’ve never even dreamed was possible—even in your wildest fantasies. But in order to do that, I need you to trust me. Do you think you can do that?”
He felt her nodding frantically, and he drew back and resumed his mouth's slow journey down her body. He kissed and licked down her neck and across her chest. When he got to the neckline of her dress, he moved his hands up her outer thighs, drawing the hem of her dress up with them, and inched it up until it came free and he pulled it over her head.
He tossed it aside, his eyes moving up her body stopping at her heaving breasts, mesmerized by how delicate and beautiful they were. The creamy mounds were topped by stiff, pink points, their shuddering motion, as Katie's breath hitched, filling him with nearly uncontrollable desire.
Under the weight of his hungry, lustful gaze, he saw her china skin begin to color to a rosy pink all over her chest and belly. Her breathing became even more rapid, and her nipples hardened even further.
Her body's reaction
to the way his eyes took her in, turned him on, driving him to heights of lust he had never before experienced. Her skin, her breath, her nipples—she was reacting as if he were touching her, kissing her, licking her. That was how turned on she was getting just from the way he looked at her.
It was too much. He couldn't hold out any longer. He had to touch her, to taste her.
He knelt beside the bed, leaning over and taking one of those tantalizing pink tips in his mouth, suckling at it, working it with his tongue. With his hand, he caressed her belly and her side and played with her other stiff, sensitive nipple.
He knew he was driving her crazy. She was wiggling back and forth on the bed, and her hands were grasping at the back of his head and on his strong forearm. She was murmuring unintelligibly, encouraging him—begging him. But he was proud of her. She was staying true to her word to trust him.
As he continued to suck and lick at both of the sensitive peaks of her breasts, he moved his hand farther down, urging her thighs apart. She spread her legs open for him, willingly, eagerly even.
He trailed his fingertips in little circles and curlicues up the inside of her thighs until he came to the very center of her core. He could feel the heat radiating from her even through the flimsy material of her black lace panties.
As he lightly brushed his fingers up the fabric, he noticed that it was soaking wet.
Katie groaned and arched her back as she felt his light touch on the sensitive skin of her lips even through the fabric that covered them.
“Yes, Jas, yes…” she murmured. He heard the note of desperation in her voice. He smiled. He loved seeing Katie like this.
Hooking his fingers in the lace material at her thigh Jason slowly slid her panties down over her legs and threw them aside. Then, moving his hands up her inner thighs, he spread her legs and took a moment to fully appreciate her beautiful body. His eyes roamed across her perfectly full breasts, down the curve of her thin waist, sliding even lower past her hips, and finally landing on her center. Jason’s fingers instinctively gripped her inner thighs as he gently nudged her legs even farther apart and watched her grow even wetter right before his eyes.
Arousal and need exploded through Jason as he stared at Katie’s wet center. But, he ignored his own body’s demands. For now.
Pulling Katie’s hips to the edge of the bed where he knelt between her knees, Jason placed the palm of his large, strong hand flat on her lower belly and began to trail his thumb lightly along her outer lips, never penetrating the folds underneath. He felt her shudder under his featherlight caress.
“Katie,” he said huskily.
“Yes…” she gasped, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
“I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” she moaned.
“Do you remember the other day in the truck?” She nodded. Jason felt a grin pull at his lips.
“Say it,” he commanded. There was a smile in his voice, but it was clear he was serious.
“I remember,” she moaned.
He heard his voice grow thick with desire as he said, “Tell me what happened in the truck.”
Katie sucked in a quick breath as her head fell back, but she didn't answer.
He waited. His rock hard shaft jumped in his pants as he watched her bite her bottom lip, her breasts rising and falling, rapidly, from her labored breaths.
“Tell me what happened in the truck,” Jason repeated as he continued circling her sensitized nub.
She moaned, “Jason…”
He slowed the movement of his thumb to a virtual crawl and she grasped his forearm desperately.
“Tell me,” his low voice commanded.
“You…you made me…” she stammered before blurting out, “You made me come.”
Satisfaction filled him as he began to move his thumb again. “That's right, I did. I made you come. Did you like it?”
Katie nodded furiously, throwing her head back again, eyes still closed. Her hands by her sides pulling the sheets in her clenched fists.
“It felt good?” he asked.
Another nod, and her back arched, stretching her breasts towards the sky.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
She moaned as her head fell to the side, “Jason, why are you doing this?”
“Just tell me,” he insisted.
Hoarsely, Katie finally admitted, “I loved it. It felt amazing.”
“Good. I'm glad. I wanted to make you feel good. Amazing is even better. Now, Katie, here's the real question. Do you want me to make you come again?”
“Yes!” the cry tearing from her throat almost involuntarily, it seemed.
Jason smiled, perhaps the wickedest—and sexiest—smile he had ever smiled.
“Katie, if you want something, you have to ask for it,” he teased. “How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?”
He loved making her squirm, both literally and metaphorically. He knew that, for Katie—the good girl, the color-inside-the-lines girl, the rule-following girl—talking like this was definitely stretching her outside of her comfort zone. That was what he liked about it.
He liked knowing that she wanted him so desperately, she was willing to follow him outside that comfort zone and that she trusted him enough to see what lay there.
“I want…” She squirmed, tossing her head back and forth. “I want…”
Then she surprised the hell out of him. It was like a determination came over her, a calmness. Her squirming and wriggling ceased, and she lay perfectly still as he touched her. She opened her eyes wide, looking straight into his. When she spoke, her voice was raw with desire, but there was no tremor in it.
“I want,” she said, “for you to touch me right where your thumb is. I want you to keep touching me until you make me come again, Jason. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Jason closed his eyes against the powerful wave of desire that crashed over him at these words. It was all he could do to keep from passing out.
He opened his eyes again and looked straight back into hers. He shook his head mock-regretfully.
“Well, you're in for a bit of a disappointment then, I'm afraid,” he said. Without giving her a chance to wonder what he meant, he clarified, “I don't plan on using my fingers at all this time. Only my tongue.”
Without waiting for her reaction, he dipped his head and covered her completely with his mouth. She tasted so sweet that he felt like he could spend the rest of his life devouring her. He ran his tongue up and down, again and again, alternating thrusting his tongue inside of her and working her sweet button of pleasure.
Finally, when he felt her motions become even more frenzied and heard a new note of urgency enter her cries, he knew it was time to release her from this exquisite torture he was causing to riot through her.
He broke his earlier promise and slipped two fingers inside of her snug heat, working her with them as he concentrated his mouth on her center of pleasure. He felt her inner muscles squeezing harder, clamping down on his fingers, and at the same time, she grasped the back of his head with both hands and thrust her hips up into his mouth, screaming, “Oh, Jason, yes! Yes! Jason…Jason…Yes, Jason…Jason!”
He stayed with her as her body milked his fingers while she rode out her release. He only slowed his movements as she slowed hers, bringing her down softly from the powerful orgasm.
When she was almost completely calm, she spoke his name quietly, “Jason? I need…”
He looked up to meet her eyes and saw that she was looking at him—clearly and directly.
“What, angel?” he hoarsely whispered. “What do you need?”
“To feel you inside of me,” she stated matter-of-factly.
This time it was Jason's turn to groan uncontrollably.
He stood on shaky legs and began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt first. Katie watched him for a few seconds and then shook her head.
“Nope. Too slow,” she concluded with a sly grin and
sat up on the edge of the bed, her fingers working at his clothing. Looking down at her, watching her sit on the edge of the bed completely naked as she worked to undress him, was an almost unbearably erotic image.
When they had completely freed him of all of his garments, he slipped on the condom he had pulled from his pants pocket.
She smiled a little as he rolled it on. “Pretty sure of yourself, huh, Jas?” she asked.
He grinned back at her. “Yep. I knew if it weren’t you, it'd be somebody,” he teased.
She laughed and smacked his chest. “Shut up!”
Growing serious, he said, “But seriously, Katie. I feel like this is fate. You and me, this weekend—all of it. I feel like it's meant to be. I didn't know for sure in my head that it would happen. But I think in my heart, I always did. You’re it for me. It’s always just been you.”
Katie’s big blue eyes filled with tears again, and she didn't even reply. She merely scooted back gracefully on the bed, taking his hand and pulling him with her as she laid back against the pillows.
Jason moved over her as she began to kiss him again and run her hands all over his body. His shaft throbbed painfully at her exploration. God, he didn't know that it was possible to get this hard.
Before long, he felt her thin, delicate fingers grasp his length and guide him inside of her. Damn, it felt so perfect. She was warm and tight, and it felt as if he were being completely enveloped in her as he began to pump rhythmically in and out.
Soon, even that conscious thought was banished from his mind as his whole world narrowed just to the sensation that Katie's body was making him feel. He was vaguely aware of her hot breath on his neck, of her soft skin against his body, of her hands trailing over his back, and of her legs wrapped around his waist. But all of those sensations were secondary to the one overwhelming, overriding sensation in his consciousness—how it felt to be inside of her.
Her inner walls contracted tightly around him. She locked her ankles around his back, pushing him even deeper inside of her. He felt her heat pulsing around his steel-hard erection as he thrust in and out of her.