“Good,” I reply shyly, running my tongue along his entire throbbing length.
“You don’t want me to lose control, baby. Not now.”
I gently squeeze the base of his cock and suck on the broad tip before answering, “It’s not about control. It’s about me wanting you to…”
I feel my face flush. But somehow, I manage to pull up my big girl panties and boldly go where I’ve never gone before. “I want you to…fuck my mouth…like you said you would…while you…while you…”
Gah, who am I kidding? I can’t finish that sentence out loud.
Jason spears his hand through my hair and locks his gaze on mine. “Are you telling me you want to give me head while I suck on your clit? Fuck your pussy with my tongue?”
Oh my god. Instead of answer in actual coherent words—an impossible expectation at this point—I slip my lips over his cock again and simply nod.
He groans and pushes himself deeper until he’s nudging my throat. Then he shifts his stance so he’s able to run his tongue over the lips of my pussy and lap at my clit while he shuttles his shaft in and out of my mouth.
I last almost three whole seconds before I find myself moaning uncontrollably around his hard cock. I can’t control it. Not with him thrusting his tongue and cock into me at the same time.
The combined assault quickly throws me over the edge.
My pussy convulses hard, and I feel my brain whiting out as a blinding orgasmic tidal wave crashes into me…before I promptly pass out.
I barely even register that he’s carrying me to my bed until I feel the soft mattress underneath me.
My eyelids are heavy as I blink up at him slowly. He’s kissing his way gently up my body as he climbs over me, his intense green eyes watching me intently. “You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks as he gently rocks his erection against my core.
Oh. It’s finally time. That’s what all this was for. I feel my heart swell in my chest in belated understanding. I nod then and hold onto his biceps as he positions himself at my entrance and begins rubbing the head of his cock gently against my clit.
Suddenly, he stops with a harsh, heartfelt curse. “Damn it. I forgot to grab some condoms.” He actually looks surprised by that fact.
I’m admittedly only half listening. Because he’s still rubbing my clit with the hot, hard head of his cock.
“Shit, Summer, you’re soaking my dick.” He shifts and starts sliding the entire length of his shaft against me now, drenching him from base to tip. With a groan, he stops himself again. “I should really go get a condom.”
He really doesn’t sound like he wants to. And to be honest, the thought of him leaving in the middle of this to go get a condom seems highly unnecessary. “I am on the pill,” I inform him then. “We don’t have to use one, unless you want to.”
He stills.
But even though his eyes are glazing over with hunger, his expression looks…conflicted.
I’m puzzled. I’d always heard that it feels better for guys without a condom.
“Taking you bareback...” His cock pulses between my legs. But again, his eyes cloud with doubt, as if he’s struggling with the entire notion. “It’s just…I’ve never not used a condom before.”
And that’s when it all clicks together. Of course he hasn’t. What billionaire would have sex with someone without a condom? Have I learned nothing from my own birth?
The reminder that I was my mother’s failed attempt at a get-rich blackmailing scheme is a sobering splash of ice cold water. I sit up immediately and cover myself with the blankets. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I say, embarrassed. “I’ll wait while you get the condoms.”
A look of concern crosses his features. “What just happened?” He cups my cheek. “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?”
There’s no way I can tell him. Of all the things my mother has made me ashamed of throughout our lives, her getting knocked up with me to try and squeeze some money from some random rich guy tops the list.
Most kids simply get yelled at when they annoy their parents. Me? I got punished with the truth behind my conception.
And the older I got, the more detailed she got. She made sure I knew that she’d never actually wanted me, that I should be grateful that she kept me even when the man who’d thought she was on contraceptives—because she’d told him she was—refused to pay more than a measly ten grand to make us both go away.
I hate that the whole thing has the power to affect me still.
“Talk to me, Summer.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shoving back the tears. “I ruined the mood just now, didn’t I?”
“Forget about that.” He gathers me in his arms and cuddles me close. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Strangely, I do. But…not now. Not like this. “Another time, I promise.”
He nods and just continues to hold me.
“I’m sorry I got all caught up in my head,” I say, frowning, wholly upset at myself for screwing up our perfect night so badly.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry. For forgetting the condoms. Seems like that was the trigger.” Stroking his hand down my back, he adds quietly, “For what it’s worth, I didn’t mean anything by the condom thing. I wasn’t hesitating because…”
“Because you didn’t trust I was telling the truth about being on the pill?” I finish for him.
He sighs. “I swear, that thought never crossed my mind. Not with you.”
“But it’s a reality you have to be careful of, right?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
I slip my hand into his and rest my head against his chest. “People suck sometimes.”
A chuckle ripples out of him. “Yes, sometimes they do.”
He shifts against me and I’m surprised—or shocked, more like—to feel his erection still going strong.
“You’re still…”
“Hard?” he supplies helpfully. “Yes, well, you’re still a virgin. I’m not so sure the status of the first is going to change until the status of the second does as well.”
My face heats bright red. “Oh. That…makes sense. I just thought with my meltdown and all, that you’d be turned off to the whole thing.”
“Nope. I’m a guy. It takes kind of a lot to turn ‘it’ off after we’re turned on,” he informs me with a grin. “And honey, when I’m around you, ‘hard’ is sort of my cock’s default.”
I’m not sure I should be finding this whole talk so darn romantic, but I really do. “You mean you still want to…tonight?”
I feel the muscles of his torso tense. “Do you still want to?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
* * *
“Breathe, baby.”
After kissing me senseless for a good ten minutes, Jason spent at least another ten minutes making me come again. And again.
I am thus now dripping wet…and still only able to take half his huge cock inside me.
I can tell this isn’t easy for him either. His breathing is severely labored, his eyes wild with lust, and every muscle in his body looks corded with strain.
But he’s being so gentle, so careful, even while his entire frame continues to vibrate with tension as he rocks gently against me, easing his cock into me, inch by slow, gradual inch.
Truthfully, I’m seriously starting to question the mechanical logistics of it all.
“J-Jason…I-I think you’re too big,” I manage to gasp out after he somehow manages to work in another impossibly thick inch.
“No, I’m not. Just try to relax,” he says, though his own voice sounds anything but. He circles his thumb around my clit and I gasp, almost entirely out of breath, as I feel him slide in another few hard inches.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart.” With pain and worry etched into his features, he kisses me deeply, tenderly for a long second…before driving the rest of the way into me in one long, smooth t
hrust.
Oh, god.
It’s too much, too hard, and I feel like I’m going to split at the seams. Not knowing what else to do, I dig my fingernails into his back, fighting back the tears.
“I’m so sorry, Summer,” he whispers raggedly, sounding even more tortured than I feel. “Do you want me to stop?”
Surprisingly, I find myself shaking my head. With each passing second, the pain is subsiding. Even though it still hurts, there’s pleasure buried right under the surface as well. I just…can’t seem to reach it. But I don’t want to stop trying. “Keep going. Please.”
Lips fused to mine, he begins gently thrusting into me again.
It still hurts, but not so much that I can’t register how incredible it now feels to have him filling me so deeply.
Really incredible.
I wrap my legs around his waist and press my hips against his.
“Fuck. Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I can barely hear him. All I can focus on is the feel of his cock pumping into me. But I don’t want it gentle anymore. I need the friction, the force. I’m breathless though so unable to ask. All I can do is dig my nails into his back and arch into him, silently beg for more.
“Damn it, Summer.” Flush against me, filling me to the hilt, his arms are locked with tension as he stares down at me, his eyes a combination of concern and undiluted lust.
“Harder, Jason. Please. It’s…” I can’t put into words what it is I need. And I feel my pussy starting to pulse in frustration around his thick shaft.
A low, heartfelt groan rumbles out of him.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” His forehead drops against mine as he mutters thickly, “I need to come.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper and I feel him tense.
That’s when he starts fucking me.
His hands find mine and pin them beside my head. “Tight. Perfect. Pussy,” he growls between thrusts, driving into me harder, deeper, his strokes growing less and less controlled with each passing second. “Come for me. Now, baby. So I can feel you coming while I fill you up with my cum.”
That’s all it takes to make me explode.
My pussy spasms around him, and his mouth fuses over mine almost ruthlessly as he plunges into me one last time.
I feel a flood of warmth as he spills his cum inside me, his mouth buried against my throat, licking, sucking between murmured words I’m too far gone to understand.
I’m not sure how long I float around in my head after my orgasm melts away, but it’s a nice place to be. Peaceful.
I feel Jason snuggle me in closer, but one look at his face tells me he’s out, fully asleep and doing it out of pure instinct.
It occurs to me then that after all this time over the past few months, I’ve actually never seen him asleep until now.
It’s…soothing.
I curl in bed against him. And for the first time in a really long time, my brain just feels calm. Content.
And I drift off to sleep in his arms.
18
| JASON |
WEDNESDAY
(Time: My sexy little insomniac’s witching hour.)
I’m slowly waking up, and even without opening my eyes, I know it’s still dark out.
The fact that I’m getting woken up at this ungodly hour must mean it’s around three a.m. Over the past few months, I’ve noticed that three a.m. is when Summer’s insomnia hits the most.
It’s now my new favorite time of day.
“I can’t sleep,” she whispers.
“I see.” I don’t mean that literally seeing as how I still have my eyes closed.
Part of me is worried this is all a sexy dream with Summer straddling my legs in bed with me as she gives me the best handjob I’ve ever gotten. “So, you’re rubbing my cock to help you go back to sleep? Because I am totally on board with this newfangled sleep therapy method you’re trying.”
She laughs softly. “That’s very big of you.”
“Now you’re just making me blush,” I tease. “I wouldn’t say it’s ‘very’ big.”
She squeezes my shaft. “I have a slightly achy pussy that would argue otherwise.”
Hell. I love it when she talks dirty in that shy voice of hers.
Yeah, the pitch-black darkness thing isn’t working for me anymore. I want to see her blushing while she says all these sweetly filthy things to me.
I reach over to turn on the lamp on my nightstand and feel my cock start to throb as I gaze over every inch of her sleek, sexy torso. So fucking beautiful.
With both of her hands on my chest, her ripe little breasts are on full display for me, but just out of reach.
“Come down here. Let me suck on your nipples.”
“No,” she says, covering her breasts with one arm.
That grabs my attention.
“No?” Hell, why does her being all assertive in bed have me even harder?
“No,” she repeats firmly. “Because if you do, you’re going to give me another drive-by orgasm. And it’s my turn. I’m not letting you distract me this time. I want you to come in my mouth.”
My eager dick pulses in overwhelming favor of that idea.
When she sees that I’m starting to leak precum, she scoots down to lick it away with one clean swipe of her tongue. “Definitely not going to let you keep me from that anymore,” she says boldly, all sugar and sass, before wrapping her hand around my base and sucking as much of my cock as she can into her mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Summer.”
Her lips ease back then and begin moving up and down my shaft slowly, as if she’s savoring the feel of it, committing it to memory.
Good. She needs to memorize it, savor it. Because it’s the last fucking cock she’s ever going to feel. The only one, I remind myself, and feel my cock growing another hard inch over the primitive thought.
With her firm, tight fist pumping my shaft, she closes her lips around the head of my cock and begins sucking harder.
Damn it, if she keeps this up, I’m going to come all over her face, coat those full, lush lips with my cum. The thought of that is sexy as hell. Vivid enough to make me—
Holy fuck. And now she’s deep-throating me.
That’s it. I’m at my limit. I try and warn her. Not with words because I’m positive nothing coherent will come out of me.
But something else will unless she stops. I tug on her hair just a little to try and get my message across. But she just moans in pleasure with my cock lodged deep in her throat.
And I’m done. Over.
I come so fucking hard in her mouth I black out for a beat. When I come to a moment later, I find her looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
While she swallows everything I’m giving her.
Hell. I’m going to have to limit how often I let her do this to me because the room is seriously fucking spinning right now.
Without a doubt, the best blowjob of my life. And it gets rudely interrupted by my damn ringing cell phone.
I swear, I almost throw the damn thing against the wall. But I don’t because I know the call is important.
“China,” I say simply, checking the screen for confirmation.
Her eyes pop wide in embarrassment, and she practically flies through the air to go run off to the bathroom. “Don’t answer that phone until I’m out of the room,” she demands, her shyness reaching an all-time high on the adorable as fuck scale.
“It’s not a video call,” I inform her fast retreating form.
“I don’t care! I can’t be naked and licking your cum off my lips while you’re talking on the phone with China!”
Her cuteness is going to get her good and fucked again, I decide.
Meanwhile, my cell keeps ringing.
At the sound of the shower starting, I’m now well and truly torn.
Take the call or take the girl?
I hate doing it, but I answer the call and head to my den on the other side of the loft to boot u
p my computer. The China deal is a hugely lucrative one, and one that’s going to involve a lot more travel on my part over the next year, unfortunately.
I hate the thought of that. Of being away from Summer so much.
Even now, just knowing she’s showering without me, I’m irritable as hell talking to my foreign investors. But the deal is one we’ve worked long and hard for.
Speaking of long and hard…
I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve had even a semi hard-on in my office den. I don’t think I’ll be repeating the experience.
Already in the last few minutes, I’ve had to reach down to pick up the wireless mouse four times, since I keep inadvertently batting it off my desk with my dick.
I hear a thoroughly amused chuckle from out in the hall and turn to see Summer peeking in, wrapped only in a towel.
The mouse falls down to the floor again.
She waves and I can’t tell if she’s saying hi or goodbye. The mere thought that it could be the latter makes me stalk after her. “Gentlemen,” I say into my cell phone. “Something just came up.”
No pun intended. “Email me what you have so far and I’ll review it and set up a formal phone conference for tomorrow.” I don’t bother to hear their response before I cut the phone call.
When I walk out, sure enough, I see Summer heading over to the front door in nothing but that towel.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my place,” she answers, grabbing her bag as well. “Would it be okay for me to hang onto this towel? I’ll wash it and return it tomorrow.”
“You can’t go down the fire escape stairwell in only a towel.”
“It’ll be fine,” she argues, looking down at it. “It looks like a strapless white dress. The security guys won’t know.”
Oh, they’ll know. And then I’ll have to fire them all.
“Why are you even going back to your place at all? Just crash here. We can have breakfast in a few hours. I make great eggs.”
She gives me an unsure look. “But…I’m wide awake already. And you probably want to get some sleep.” She blushes. “I’m sorry about waking you up earlier.”
“I’m not.” And that’s the truth. Having Summer wake me up is actually becoming somewhat of a treat for me. One I can’t ever predict or plan for. And one I enjoy all the more immensely as a result.
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