Jase

by MariaLisa deMora

  He decided her jeans covered too much skin and had to go, telling her so. “These are in my way, baby. You are just going to have to lose them.” Dropping to one knee, he tugged the tight material down, taking black satin panties with them. Resting his head on her thigh, he watched his hands trace down her legs, drawing the material over her feet and pushing it aside as she stepped out of them. He trailed his fingers over that damn nail polish, chuckling quietly.

  Sliding his hands back up her legs, he tipped his head to look at her, seeing her gazing down at him, watching him caress her. She had a surprising look on her face, nearly like wonder, as if she had received good news or a present she desperately wanted, but hadn’t really expected. He cupped his palms around the inside of her thighs, gently pressing outward until she wordlessly widened her stance, resting her hands on his head.

  Nuzzling up along her leg, his mouth matched the speed of his hands rising to where her legs joined the rest of her body, fingertips and lips caressing with the lightest of touches. Her scent was wonderfully musky, and there was a spicy rush when he separated her lips, dipping his fingers into the slickness there. Her mound was closely trimmed, but not bare, and he immediately decided this was his favorite grooming style ever. He drew a gasp from her with a gentle tug and smiled, thinking, So much better than bare.

  He brought his fingers to his mouth, keeping his eyes on her face, pleased by her smile as she watched him enjoy tasting her. “Mmmm. So good. Knew you’d taste good.” Watching a blush rise from her chest to her neck, he whispered softly, “Bet it's better straight from the source, yeah? Let’s see, shall we?” Using his fingers to touch and tease, he rubbed his face against her, darting his tongue out to explore and gently lap and lick. Stroking with the flat of his tongue, he licked from core to clit several times, resting his thumbs alongside her stiffening clit to lift and squeeze it tightly, exposing it to his caresses. “Oh, yeah, so much better,” he murmured, the movement of his lips against the soft skin just above her mound making her shudder.

  Drawing the bundle of nerves into his mouth, he stroked small circles over it with the tip of his tongue while he slipped two fingers inside her pussy, pushing deep inside and drawing a gasp from her. He was so hard already; he was afraid he might not last through pleasing her, but wanted to give her this, all of this. Everything that made her moan or groan, the movements or touches that caused her to gasp out those little sighs and sounds…anything that pleased her. She was so quietly vocal, and he wanted to hear her say his name, couldn’t wait to have her panting for breath. Wanted to leave her gasping and breathless in the wake of her passion.

  Everything she was doing conspired to drag him nearer than he wanted towards his own climax. The soft noises, that gently demanding pull of her fingers in his hair, the taste of her lust and arousal on his tongue, and the feel of her body under his hands…everything that was her excited him. He shifted, spreading his knees farther apart, and tried to ignore how his hard, thick cock wagged in the air, his erection insistently bouncing against his belly.

  Feeling her clench and ripple inside, he moved his hand faster, his wrist flexing and twisting as he powered his fingers in and out. The heel of his hand was bumping against his chin while his other palm wrapped around her hip, holding her tight against his mouth so he could actively eat at her. She was tightening around his fingers again, and underneath his other palm, the muscles in her ass were flexing and clenching, nearly quivering with strain and he knew she had to be close. Loving her reactions, he changed the angle of his fingers slightly, pressing harder on the front wall, sliding over and behind her pubic bone with an unrelenting, rhythmic pressure.

  Her voice was so small he nearly missed it, but even quavering and shy, she let him know how well he was pleasuring her. “So good. Yeah. I can’t…mmmm. Jase.” My name, yes. Her murmuring continued as she assured him his efforts were appreciated, were driving her closer and closer to orgasm. He drew her clit between his lips again and scraped his teeth across the engorged bud. She went motionless under his hands and then gasped as she came hard, hips thrusting forward as her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers.

  He looked up to find her eyes squeezed closed, face flushed and head tipped forward, the tail of her dark red braid curling around the pale skin of her breast. She was biting her lips, keeping her cries quiet, hiding them inside as her fingers tightened in his hair, deliciously painful, tugging and drawing him close. The muscles in her flank twitched and jerked as she struggled to remain still, and he knew what she wanted to do, what she tried to deny herself. So he ground his face into her pussy, licking and lapping quickly, thrusting his fingers deep and holding there. That dragged a soft “Oh” out of her, the orgasm peaking again, the motions of his assault gradually slowing and softening as she slowly relaxed, swaying on her feet.

  He stood and picked her up, earning a soft complaining noise as he carried her to the bed. Spreading her on top of the comforter, he lay next to her, dragging a blanket up to wrap them in warmth. He typically was confident about the outcome of his sexcapades, but this was one time he knew without a doubt he had pleased and temporarily exhausted his partner. He was proud of the drowsy, love-drunk outcome evident on her features, face relaxed and dreamy with pleasure.

  Lying beside her, one arm around her shoulders holding her still and tight against him, he closed his eyes and listened as her breathing began to slow. His other arm moved lazily, languidly, palm stroking up and down her spine, over her hip and back up.

  She moved, face nuzzling against his chest, fingernails lightly scratching over his skin and traveling down over his abdominals to his lower belly. He held his breath and waited to see what she would do next as the back of her hand bumped against the underside of his hard cock, arching over his body. Drawing a deep breath at a second contact, he tried to temper his response, but felt the twitch and bob of his cock as it eagerly sought her teasing warmth. Little Jase had a mind of its own, not just its own head, seemed like. More touching, yes, good…more contact, it appeared to be saying.

  She stretched, lifting her face towards his, and he met her halfway, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and she took advantage of the gasp that parted his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth and deepening the kiss. Her hand smoothly sliding over sensitive skin kept his attention, even as she stroked deep in his mouth, her tongue playing with his. Feeling her shift in the bed, he realized she was pressing her pussy against his thigh, seeking her own pleasure, rough hair rasping on his skin. Cock, lips, leg…so many sensations to keep track of. Befuddled, his hips jerked involuntarily.

  She had pulled back and was whispering something. What was she saying? He focused and heard, “—condom, Jase?” This he could answer; he had protection in his wallet. He gritted out the information, again thrusting through the grip of her hand. Softly kissing him, she patted his chest with one hand while squeezing him tightly with the other.

  “Be right back,” she said and released him to lean out of the bed. He gripped her hips. Wouldn’t want her to fall out of bed now; no reason to let her get hurt. God, her ass is beautiful, round and soft, he thought. Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks to get a brief glimpse of the tight rosebud hiding there and the soft, pink petals of her pussy before she straightened, his wallet in hand.

  She handed it to him and he retrieved the foil square, then thought better and took out a second one, waggling the two packets at her between his fingers, drawing a laugh from her lips. “Confident, are we?” she asked in a teasing tone, and he nodded.

  “Hell yeah, baby, I’m confident. I watched you all night. Watched you walking out and talking to people…men. Good lookin’ sons a bitches, some of them. Then you came back to be with me. So, yeah, I’m confident. Come to think of it, two might not be enough. Might have to call the concierge at this fancy hotel and have them run to the pharmacy. We’ll have to specify the size though. Most people don’t worry about it, but s
ize is important.” He was babbling, thinking to himself, Shut up mouth. Shut up now.

  “Is size that important? I thought all guys stuck to the old saying of it’s not the size of the stick, but how you shift with it?” She leaned in and was licking and kissing his neck, distracting him from their conversation. God. What had she said? Oh, yeah, size matters.

  “In hockey, we say it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. Baby, I have not only the size, but the fight going for me too.” He twisted on the bed, rolling her underneath him. “Now, stop talking. You’re sidetracking me from important work here.”

  She laughed, giggling into his chest. He liked that she wasn’t afraid to laugh in bed. He liked her. A lot. She asked him, “Important work?”

  “Incredibly important, it’s the most important thing I’ve done in weeks. I need to memorize you, every inch. I don’t want to miss anything. It’s a good thing I’m a quick study, dontcha know?” God, was that my Alberta drawl coming out? Now? “It’s a hands-on study, no holds barred, utterly in-depth. I’ll have to touch everything, everywhere. I work best with my hands, eh?” Again with the Canuck-speak?

  Rising on his elbows, he framed her face with his hands, tracing her features with his fingertips. Moving slowly, he softly kissed a line from her ear across her cheekbone and down to her lips, parted and waiting for him. “I’ll know everything about you by night’s end,” he promised, whispering against her mouth. “Have you all memorized. Everything. I’m up for it.” He thrust his hard cock against her hip to emphasize this fact. “No worries about that part. Ready for an all-nighter, baby.”

  Laughing, she reached up and plucked the condom wrappers from where he dropped them, sliding one underneath the pillow and bringing the other to her mouth, tearing it open with her teeth. She kicked the comforter off them and scooted up in bed, telling him, “Slide up a minute.”

  He complied, rolling to his back, and she kicked the covers the rest of the way off the bed, leaving them lying together on an expanse of soft cotton. Grasping his erection in one hand, she brought her mouth to him, surprising him by taking the swollen crown inside, rolling her tongue around the sensitive rim and teasing the tiny slit. His eyes slammed closed and his head tipped back against the pillows, mouth falling open with an audible moan. “Ah, God, baby.”

  Her fingers traced his lips teasingly and he drew them into his mouth, sucking hard and moaning again when he tasted the slick, spicy fluid covering them. Oh, God, she put her fingers in…God. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat and it closed around him as she swallowed, then pulled back. Inside…and is feeding it to me. He lost her fingers as she withdrew them, chasing them for a moment with questing lips, then she touched his cock, wrapping her fingers firmly around him as she rolled the condom down his length. She’ll kill me if she keeps this up.

  He moved back down in the bed, determined to regain control, and firmly covered her body with his own. Gripping her hands, he threaded his fingers through hers and pressed them into the mattress at either side of her head. “You are a vixen,” he accused with a smile, pushing one knee between her thighs, forcing her legs open so he could slip between them, pressing pelvis to pelvis. “Distracting me again, this is my workplace, woman. Let me work.”

  She hummed, tipping her head back as a look of sublime peace crossed her face. He thrust once, twice, rubbing the length of his cock between her lips and up over her clit, stealing another gasp from her with a kiss. “Ready for me, baby?” he asked softly, resting his forehead against hers, waiting for her response. When it failed to come, he continued, “I think you are. Ready for me, ready to take all of me. Do you like soft and slow, baby? Hard and fast?”

  “I want everything with you.”

  He breathed deliberately, controlled. “Are you…” he drew a breath, “…ready…” he breathed out slowly, “baby?”

  Nodding, she kissed him, whispering against his lips, “Everything.”

  He closed his eyes, smiling, and tipped his hips, effortlessly aligning his cock with her opening and slowly easing inside. With measured, even strokes, he teased his way, releasing one hand to reach down between their bodies and rub lightly on her clit. She was invitingly open and wet, and so tight once he was seated all the way inside. God, so fucking tight and hot. The drag and draw of his cock inside her was so good he nearly lost his rhythm for a moment, having to bite down hard on his bottom lip, forcing himself to focus on her responses.

  He heard her take a rushed, indrawn breath, then she held it for the barest moment before allowing it to trickle out. His gaze scanned her face, watching the way she gripped her lips between her teeth, once again containing quiet cries. Her hands roamed restlessly across his body as if she had been long starved for the feeling of flesh under her fingers and now found herself seated at a buffet of sensation, unable to decide what to touch first.

  “God, you are so soft. I could touch you for days.” He delighted in the feeling of her inner thighs against the outside of his legs, her hips cradling him in heat. His fingers drew circles and lines on skin that was creamy and soft, and then she moved and shifted with him as he rocked deeper inside her. He tried to memorize everything that made her unique, all that made this singular and memorable, and in that instant, Jase knew he would never be able to get enough of her. Never enough, he thought, so right.

  Her teeth gripped his shoulder as she bit sharply, and he thrust deep inside her in reaction to the sweet sting, his breath gasping in her ear, tongue teasing along her collarbone. “You like a little pain, baby? Little teeth? God,” he gasped again. “Me, too.”

  Curling his body around hers, his hands slid underneath her, cupping her ass and lifting to a different angle so he could stroke deeper, entering her more fully. He increased the pace, ignoring a twinge of pain in his groin.

  He whispered about her body, her touches. “God, you feel so good. Mmmm, yeah, move like that again. Oh, fuck me, baby. Everything you do feels good.” He changed pace, circling his hips with each deep thrust. “Feel my cock inside you? How we fit? Feel that velvety slip and slide?” He tightened his hands, pulling her harder against him. “My favorite kind of ride, that slip and slide. So good.” Brushing his lips across her cheek, he found her mouth and kissed her hard and desperate. “Touch me, baby. Your hands. God. So good, DeeDee. It feels like a trail of fire left behind by your hands, my skin on fire for you.” Her palms flattened against his back, the heat of their breath mixing as they kissed, his tongue twisting and pushing into her mouth, tracing the inside of her teeth, teasing against her tongue. She reacted to his words, gasping and tightening around him until he didn’t know if he could hold back much longer.

  Pleased when she jerked under him, he stroked her sides as she arched her back, her hips pulling back and then moving forward against his plunging cock. There was an increased pressure around him as she found her release, her pussy clenching his cock tightly while she shuddered underneath him. Jase gasped, letting go the tenuous grip he retained and cresting the wave with her, calling her name, “DeeDee. Baby, now. Now. Oh, God.” Pressing deep, he thrust hard, grinding the base of his cock into her clit. “So good, so fucking good.” She was matching every pulse from him with a clench of her inner muscles, drawing out his orgasm.

  Arms shaking, he slowly relaxed on top of her, his forehead pressed into the pillow next to her head, finally panting out a question when he thought he could speak coherently again. “Am I too heavy?” He knew he was, but couldn’t move yet; nonetheless, it seemed polite at least to ask, acknowledging the imposition, as it were. She surprised him with her response, nose dragging along his chest so she could lick at his nipple. He thought it was probably the only thing she could reach with him crushing her like this.

  “Not heavy. I like it,” she said quietly, her hands slowly sliding up and down his sides.

  “Gimme a minute to catch my breath. That was a great workout, good cardio,” he joked, laboriously lifting a
nd shifting onto his elbows, their bellies and hips still pressed together. Kissing her softly, he licked his sweat off the tip of her nose, telling her, “God, baby. That was good.”

  She smiled up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before agreeing softly, “Yeah, it was.”

  He was softening, so he reached down to hold the condom in place as he moved, sliding out of her with a groan. She made a complaining noise too, which made him smile. Now came the part he usually hated, the cleanup process, which was generally followed by awkward silences or stilted conversation. There was a light touch on his arm and he looked down; her hand was there, offering him a tissue. Surprised, he accepted it and wrapped up the condom, placing it on the bedside table for later disposal. He turned back in time to see her slipping out of the other side of the bed.

  Looking at him, she tapped her fingers on the edge of the mattress for a minute and then nodded decisively. “I’m going to shower,” she said. “You’re welcome to join me, or not.” With that, she turned and, seeming unconscious of her nudity, walked across the room to the doorway, rummaging in her bag for a moment and coming up with what looked like a t-shirt and panties. She walked out of the room and left him gaping at the doorway. No demands for cuddle time, no pushy questions. Hot in bed, easy out of it—this might be his perfect woman. But what if I wanted cuddle time? he thought with a silent snort.

  He lay back in bed for a moment, fingers questing in the crease of his hip, finding the troubling, but still tiny bulge there. Pressing on it, he hissed as the pain bloomed sharply then decreased just as quickly when he released the pressure. I’m a fucking hockey player, he thought. I’ve played with broken ribs before. A little groin pull ain’t no big thang.