Layover (Open Skies Book 1)

by Becca Jameson

  Jason smoothed his palms down the backs of her thighs, intentionally pulling her labia apart with his thumbs. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her pussy, so he reached between her legs and dragged two fingers through her folds. Soaked. As expected. “My little girl is so needy.”

  Another whimper as she pushed her bottom out toward him, silently asking for more.

  He took his hand away. “Not yet, little one. You’ll experience your first spanking without reaching orgasm. It will be hard, but I want you to control yourself. I’ll let you come when I’m finished.”

  She turned her face in his direction, shaking her hair out of the way to see him. Her confused expression spoke volumes.

  He chuckled and cupped her face gently. “Oh yeah, trust me. You’re going to love the feel of my palm on your bottom. It’s so erotic. Take a few breaths and try not to stiffen.” He released her cheek, angled to one side of her, and set his palm on the small of her back to steady her and ground her.

  When he lifted his hand to give her the first taste of what it meant to be spanked, his cock grew thicker against his jeans. A second later, he landed the first swat, keeping it light. She lifted her head, her chest dipping as she rocked forward slightly.

  He didn’t give her a chance to think. The second swat landed slightly lower, a bit harder, letting his pinky hit her thigh.

  Her belly and chest dipped lower as she elongated her neck and moaned. Beautiful. Just as he’d expected.

  He picked up the pace, spanking her all over, heating her smooth skin. Her bottom was gorgeous as her dark skin darkened further. After a few more swats, he lowered his aim, knowing if he struck at the juncture of her bottom and thighs, it would vibrate to her pussy.

  Her body stiffened, unintelligible sounds coming from her mouth. Before she had a chance to process what she was feeling, he slid his hand between her legs and thrust his thumb into her wet heat. He immediately found her clit with his fingers and rubbed it.

  She rocked back again, moaning louder. “Jason,” she cried out. “Oh, God.”

  He held her as still as he could with his hand on her lower back, but it was fucking sexy the way she writhed, rutting back and forth, trying to get more purchase. He knew what she needed; she needed to have her sweet pussy filled with his cock. And she would get that. After she gave him the first orgasm.

  “That’s it, little one. Ride my hand. Let it go. Come for me.”

  It took only moments for her to shatter around his thumb and fingers, her body trembling as she moaned through the pulses of her orgasm.

  He watched her closely. The moment she winced from the sensitivity, he removed his fingers and guided her onto her side.

  She was breathing heavily, not even bothering to swipe her hair from her face as he watched her. No one had ever been so preciously sexy to him. Every new thing he did with her brought that knowledge closer to home.

  Libby was pure, raw. Not an ounce of deceit. She was nothing like Veronica. When things ended with Veronica, he’d been able to look back and see the signs. She had used him. Nothing about her intentions had ever been this genuine. Not in retrospect. She might have enjoyed their sex, but she’d exaggerated her reaction to everything as if it were some kind of game to her.

  Jason shook the past from his head and smiled as he rolled Libby to her back next, brushed the hair from her face, and lifted her arms over her head. She was so pliant. Sated. Gorgeous. He bent her knees and spread them open next, pressing them with authority into the bed.

  She blinked up at him, her eyes glazed, a soft smile on her lips.

  Oh yeah, I’m in so much trouble with this one.

  Her hair was spread out around her, the thick mass of it gorgeously tussled. He loved the tone of her skin, and he took a moment to drag a finger up her thigh and across her belly, circling a nipple before tapping it lightly.

  She sighed, and for a moment he thought she might fall asleep on him, but then she arched her chest into his touch. “Jason… Please…”

  “Please what, baby girl?”

  “I need you.”

  He chuckled, his cock extremely pleased. “Is that so? You’re not too wrung out from having your sweet little bottom spanked and then fucking yourself on my fingers?”

  She blinked a few times and then smiled at him before glancing away. “You spanked me.”

  “I did.” He stopped tormenting her nipple to unbutton his jeans and shrug out of them. After grabbing a condom from his nightstand, he set his hands on her waist and smoothed them up to cup her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

  She moaned again.

  “Does it embarrass you that I spanked you?”

  “Yes. I mean, not at the time. But now I feel kinda weird about it.”

  “So…” He scooted her back on the bed and climbed over her, dropping to his elbows beside her head to hover over her body. “What you’re saying is that you weren’t too embarrassed to be spanked, but you’re embarrassed that you liked it.”

  She bit her lip and met his gaze.

  He kissed her nose. “It’s perfectly normal, baby girl. No reason to feel weird about it. You like being dominated. I like dominating you. It’s a win-win.” He reached between her legs and found her still dripping.

  She lifted her hips into his touch, so eager, a whimper escaping her lips again.

  “You want my cock, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  God, he loved it when she called him Sir. He would never insist upon it. He preferred it come naturally. But it made his dick jump. He rose onto his hands and then lifted one to tap her sweet body. “Roll onto your belly again, baby.” When she complied, he slid his knees between hers and then rose up to lift her hips. “On your knees again.”

  Libby slid toward him, letting him situate her where he wanted her.

  “Lower to your elbows, little one. You can relax your arms.”

  She practically purred as she followed his instructions, her body trembling in the way he now knew it did when she had a rush of arousal. He’d seen the signs several times now. She settled on her elbows, her face turned to one side, resting on her cheek. She even clasped her hands above her head.

  Jason gently brushed her hair away from her face and stroked a finger down her cheek. “Good girl.”

  Another shudder. She liked it when he praised her. She followed the shudder with a soft, pliant sigh.

  He palmed her bottom, still warm from his spanking. Her skin was darker from his swats, too. Sexy as hell. He hadn’t struck her very hard this first time, but now that he was certain she’d enjoyed it, he would up his game next time.

  There would be a next time. There had to be.

  He nudged her knees wider with his, opening her sex. Deciding not to touch her where she most craved it just yet, he grabbed the condom from the bed, ripped it open, and rolled it down his length. He needed to be inside her.

  Holding her hip with one hand, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrust into her all the way to the hilt.

  She cried out unintelligibly, her hands fisting the comforter now while she pressed her bottom back toward him.

  He gritted his teeth, knowing that like the last time he’d been inside her six months ago, he was not going to last long. He held her hips tight, keeping her from squirming while he focused on anything but how damn good it felt to have her pussy wrapped around his cock. Failing that, he blew out a breath and let himself ease out of her warmth before thrusting back into her again.

  Libby continued to shove herself closer to him, pushing with her hands as if somehow she could get more contact.

  He lifted one hand and swatted her reddened bottom. “Stay still, baby girl.”

  She moaned. “Please. Oh God, Jason. I’m so close again already. I need…”

  “I know you are, little one. But you need to stop squirming. I’ll decide when and if you come. Understood?”

  Another delicious shiver all down her body. “Yes, Sir.” She s
topped trying to control him, though he could tell by the tight grip she had on the comforter it wasn’t easy.

  He watched as he slid in and out of her, the sight almost his undoing by itself. She felt so damn good wrapped around him. The only chance he had of ever lasting longer than a few minutes inside her would be if he took her more than once in the same night.

  He kept his movements as slow as he could manage, but every inch of friction pushed him closer to nirvana no matter what speed he assumed.

  Needing to hear her cry out again, he reached around her belly and found her clit. The moment he stroked the swollen nub, she lifted her face. “Jason…” Her voice was strained.

  “It’s okay, little one. Come with me. Do it now, baby.”

  She clenched her pussy at his command, her body pulsing around his cock, a long moan coming from her lips.

  He thrust harder as he pressed against her clit, holding his breath as he reached his peak. He had never enjoyed a woman as much as he did this one, and that thought didn’t escape him as his orgasm pulsed deep inside her.

  He was totally wrapped around her finger, and it would be impossible for her not to find that out.

  Jason lowered her to her side finally, easing out of her. He wished he could stay inside her warmth forever, but that wasn’t practical. Instead, he patted her ruddy ass and slid off the bed.

  After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up, he returned to her side, rolled her sleepy body onto her back, and spread her legs so he could wipe her pussy.

  She moaned, her eyes closed, her body pliant.

  He hauled her up the bed, settled a pillow under her head, and then grinned to himself as he had an idea.

  She didn’t move a muscle while he reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out the perfect toy. She didn’t fight him as he lifted her left arm over her head either. It wasn’t until the click of the handcuff disturbed the silence in the room that she opened her eyes.

  “What are you doing?” she murmured.

  He attached the other end of the handcuff to the bedpost. There were two feet of chain between the cuffs, giving her plenty of wiggle room. “Making sure you can’t sneak out on me in the middle of the night again.”

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Very.” He wiggled his brows. “I’m exhausted. I’ll sleep much better knowing you can’t escape.” He climbed over her, pulled the covers up both their bodies, and maneuvered her onto her side so he could spoon her sweet body from behind.

  “Jason.” Her voice was high-pitched.

  He slid his hand up between her breasts and held her close. “Sleep, little one.” He couldn’t keep from smiling at her shock but tried to keep his mirth out of his voice.

  “You expect me to sleep handcuffed to your bed?”

  “Yep.”

  She tugged on his hand with her free one. “I promise I won’t sneak out.”

  “Mmm.” He flipped his palm over and grabbed her smaller hand with his, wrapping his fingers around her fist. When she squirmed, he rolled her onto her belly and slid his palm down to her warm bottom. He gave a squeeze and then a quick, hard swat.

  She gasped, but a moan followed. “Jason…” Her voice was breathy.

  “Stop fighting me, Libby.”

  “But—”

  Another swat, and this time he reached between her legs and stroked his fingers through her folds, proving what he already knew. She was wet.

  Her whimper was musical, and she ground her pussy against his fingers.

  He withdrew his hand, trailing her wetness up over her bottom with his fingers until she shivered. “You’ll follow my rules in this bed, little one, and right now, the rule is that you’ll sleep cuffed to the bedpost. If you continue arguing, I’ll spank you again, but this time, I won’t let you come.” He flattened his hand on her lower back.

  She squirmed under his palm.

  He slid his hand down to her bottom again and squeezed her cheeks. “You want more?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  Those words made his cock stiff, but he ignored it. “Good girl.” He rolled her back to her side and snuggled up behind her fucking sexy little body, clasping her free hand in his once again between her breasts. His lips found her neck. “Sleep now.”

  She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

  It took her a long time to relax and settle down. Until then, he remained wide awake, loving every little noise she made and the way she wiggled in his arms. Nothing helped his dick stand down, but he enjoyed every second.

  Eventually, she fell asleep, and he followed right behind her.

  Chapter 9

  Libby woke up smiling. She was on her side, snuggled deep under the covers. What woke her was the hand sliding up her thigh and over her hip. The hand was attached to the warm body at her back. Jason…

  His fingers continued their slow glide along her side until they slid around to cup her breast. She hadn’t moved yet, not until he flicked his thumb over her nipple, making her moan and arch her chest into his palm.

  He chuckled behind her. “You like that, huh?”

  “Mmm.”

  He used his knee to nudge her top thigh forward, bending her leg, opening her pussy. “I can smell your arousal, little one,” he whispered as he set his lips on her neck, just behind her ear.

  She moaned again, fully alert. Needy. She fisted the sheets in her hand as she braced herself. She’d never spent the night with a man. Never awakened in someone’s arms. Never had mind-blowing sex only to be aroused all over again a few hours later.

  Damn, it felt good. Butterflies jumped around in her belly as he pinched her nipple lightly.

  She started to roll toward him but came up short when she tugged on her left arm and was reminded she was cuffed to the bed.

  Jason slid his hand up her arm to her wrist and pressed it against the mattress. “Leave your hand here, baby.” He proceeded to kiss her neck, nuzzling her and nipping at her skin until she squirmed. “You’re so wiggly,” he mused as he rolled her to her back and lifted her right hand toward the opposite corner of the bed.

  She met his gaze for the first time this morning, blinking in the dim light coming in through the blinds. The look in his eyes was predatory, and it made her body quiver. “I need to fuck you. You’ve had me hard all night. Are you too sore?”

  Her face heated at the intimacy as he stared at her, making her feel even more naked than simply not having any clothes on. It felt like he was looking into her soul. “No.” The word was breathy.

  He rolled away from her, still holding her wrist in place, the blankets and sheets went with him, the soft material dragging over her nipples until they stiffened.

  She heard the drawer opening on the bedside table and wondered what else he had in there. When she heard the clinking noise of a chain, she twisted her face to see a second set of handcuffs just as he secured her wrist. How many of those does he have?

  She drew her knees together as she considered the possibility that he might have two more sets. The thought of being secured spread-eagled on his bed both frightened and excited her.

  After clasping the second cuff to the bedpost, Jason returned to her side, leaning on his hip as he met her gaze again. He flattened his palm on her belly, teasing her skin with his fingers. His palm was so large that it spanned her entire stomach.

  “Jason,” she whimpered. Her nipples were stiff points, and wetness had pooled between her legs. She’d never been restrained like this. It was heady while at the same time unnerving.

  His gaze roamed down her frame. His voice was low and calm. “Let me look at you. We were in a frenzy last night. I didn’t get a chance to stare at your sexy little body. It’s been six months. Let me look.”

  She shivered under his gaze.

  He slid his hand up to cup one of her breasts, so lightly, thumbing her nipple until she moaned and arched her chest.

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��I love the way you respond to me.”

  She loved it too, even though it scared her at the same time. Libby was always in control. Of everything. Nothing happened in her life that she didn’t plan and dictate. Not until Jason came along. He controlled everything, bringing her body to life in a way she hadn’t known was possible.

  He cupped her other breast next, teasing it in the same way. “Open your legs for me, little one.”

  She realized she was gripping her knees together, keeping the intense arousal at bay as much as possible. At his command, she drew her knees up, squeezing them tighter.

  A sudden tight pinch to her nipple made her gasp.

  “Legs, baby. Spread them open.”

  She dropped her feet to the mattress and let her knees fall apart. What am I hiding from him, anyway?

  Jason released her breast to crawl between her legs. He grabbed her knees, pushed them higher and wider, and then slid his hands down her inner thighs. His fingers grazed the edges of her pussy, not touching her anywhere she most craved.

  She rolled her head to one side and bit into her lower lip, fighting against the embarrassment of being so thoroughly inspected.

  “I love the way you shaved for me, little one. Did you do this yesterday?”

  The question was so personal. “Yes,” she breathed. She certainly hadn’t shaved for Eddie. She’d had no intention of sleeping with Eddie. But she’d known with certainty she would be sleeping with Jason. Just as she had the last time she’d been with him.

  He parted her labia, and the moment the air in the room hit her open sex, she quivered. He released her legs and moved one palm up to her belly, using his thumb to pull the hood back from her clit. With his other hand, he spread her lower lips apart again and dragged his fingers through her wetness.

  She nearly shot off the bed when he flicked her clit.

  “Keep your legs open for me, or I’ll cuff them like I did your wrists.”

  Her mouth fell open.

  “You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, Libby. I love how it responds to me. I’m going to eat your sweet pussy now until you scream, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream louder.”