Unveil Me (The Jaded Series Book 3)

by Grayson, Alex

  I trail my tongue down to the firm ass cheeks in my face. I give them hot kisses and wet licks before I move toward the puckered hole that’s begging me to take it. Lightly, I run my tongue over him.

  “Oh shit. That feels so fucking good.” Jase groans from deep in his throat.

  I reach out and grab his dick. I give it a few good tugs and am rewarded by Jase rocking his ass back toward me.

  “Oh yeah, baby, fuck my mouth,” I say against him.

  After a few more tongue kisses to his ass, I pull my hand away from his cock and place a finger against the tight bundle of nerves. Gently pressing forward, the tip of my finger slides in. I pull out and push back in with a little more pressure, until my finger is in up to the knuckle.

  Jase’s breathing becomes erratic and mine isn’t much better. To have Jase like this is a dream come true.

  I slide my finger in and out a few more times before I can’t take it anymore. My cock and balls feel like they are going to explode if I don’t get inside him soon.

  I slowly pull my finger out, not wanting to hurt him. I reach over to the nightstand and pull open the drawer to grab a condom. I see Jase watching me with hooded eyes. I lean over and place a hard kiss on his lips, and then tell him, “I can’t wait any longer. If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna go fucking insane.”

  “About goddamn time,” he rasps out. I see the muscles on his arms bulging, and I know he’s close to the edge himself.

  He sure is an impatient bastard. But I like that about him. I thought I was going to have to work harder to get him to come around to the idea of being with me. Now that he’s here, he wants it just as bad, and it’s obvious he wants it now.

  Unwilling to make either of us wait any longer, I slide the condom on, hissing when my fingers glide over my cock.

  I sit back up on my knees and pull his hips against mine, lining myself up against his ass. The tip of my dick nudges against his hole. He’s already well lubricated from the saliva of my kisses, so the head of my dick slips inside easily.

  The sensations surrounding the tip are almost too much to bear. I force myself to go slow and not pound into him like I want to. I grab on to his ass and open him up a bit more and slide another inch in. It’s so goddamn tight and warm.

  “Ahh… fuck, Jase.” I throw my head back and moan.

  “More,” Jase grunts, trying to push back against me.

  Gritting my teeth, I watch as my dick goes in another two inches.

  “Shit, you’re so tight, baby. This isn’t gonna last long,” I tell him. And it’s the truth. I’ve never felt anything this good before.

  “That’s good, because I won’t either. Now, give me all of it,” he growls at me.

  I give him what we both want, and slide the last several inches in. I throw my head back and inhale sharply. I have to still my movements for a minute or there’s not a chance in hell I’ll last. I feel my balls drawing up in anticipation of my climax. The feel of him surrounding my cock is overwhelming.

  “Ah, fuck, don’t stop now. Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me hard.” He pushes back again with his words. I see his hands clench the sheets tightly.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Jase.”

  “You won’t, just fucking move already.”

  I run my hands up his back and lean over to kiss his spine. By the time my hands reach his shoulders, my stomach is flat against his back. I grab on to his shoulders and lay my forehead between his shoulder blades. Pulling my hips back until just the tip of my cock is still inside, I ram my hips forward, impaling his warm body with my dick.

  “Fuck, yes!” he cries out.

  I pull back out and slam forward again. And again, and again. The headboard starts hitting the wall with loud thuds. I don’t give a shit. We could bust the entire wall down, and I still wouldn’t stop.

  Each slam forward, I grunt and Jase groans. I’m getting close, and I don’t want to go without him. I whisper in Jase’s ear, “Stroke your cock for me, baby. I want you to come with me.”

  I feel movement and know that Jase is doing as I asked. I pick up my pace, my hips slapping against his ass. I feel myself get bigger, and the pressure on my cock is so damn intense. His muscles tighten around me, squeezing me for all I’m worth.

  I lean up a bit and grab a handful of his hair. I yank his head to the side and attach my lips to his. We each take in the other’s heavy breathing. Our tongues slip and slide in the other’s mouth.

  My world explodes, and I bite down on his bottom lip when I feel the first jet of cum leave my body and enter his. Tiny white lights dance beneath my eyes and it feels like I’m floating. Jase’s ass grips my dick in a vise-like grip, milking every bit of cum I have in me.

  Jase yanks his lips away from mine and shouts his own pleasure.

  We both stay the way we are for a couple of minutes, our breathing heavy and our chests pumping. I lay my head back down on his back and give it a few open-mouth kisses, before I slowly pull my still semi hard cock gently out.

  Pulling the condom off, I knot the end and drop it to the floor. Jase collapses beside me, still rapidly drawing in air. I lie down, roll his way, and reach out to place my hand on his chest. I feel the thump-thump of his heart against my palm. When Jase turns his head my way, one side of his lips tip up into a smile, causing something to swell in my chest. I love his smile. His long hair is damp from sweat and lies across my pillow in a tangled mess. His face is flushed from our fucking. This is the look I want to see every night from now on.

  “Hey, baby. You good?” I ask quietly.

  “Way past good,” he responds.

  “Thank you and you’re welcome.”

  He lifts a brow in question.

  Giving him a sexy smirk, I enlighten him. “Thank you for finally giving in and letting me fuck you. And you’re welcome for fucking you so good.”

  He chuckles at my words, and I feel it in my palm. I slide closer to him and throw one of my legs over the top of his. He puts his hand on top of it and starts to rub my thigh.

  We lie there just staring at each other, neither of us saying a word. I know he’s got to feel the same thing I’m feeling. No way could anyone do what we just did and not feel the bone-deep need.

  Loving looking at him, but exhausted beyond belief, my eyes close. Underneath my palm, I feel Jase’s heartbeat slow, hear his breathing even out, and I know he’s asleep. It takes me a few minutes to settle down, but it’s not long before I drift off to sleep as well, knowing I finally have Jase just where I want him, and where he’s going to stay.

  The next morning I’m sitting on the side of the bed with my phone in my hand when I hear the shower turn on. Jase is in the bathroom, naked, with water running down his body. He asked me to join him, but I need to make a phone call first. I know that once I’m in there with him we’ll be a while. I also want this call to be made in private. It’s not that I don’t want Jase, or anyone else for that matter, to know about Ally; I very much do. I’m just not ready yet to tell anyone. As of right now, my mom is the only one who knows what’s going on. Ally’s already got enough going on in her life, I don’t want to add meeting a swarm of new people to the mix. I know that they’ll love my second family and that Ally, will love my friends as well. I just don’t want to overwhelm her. She needs rest, not too much excitement thrown her way.

  It’s been a couple days since Ally’s been out of the hospital. When I spoke with Becky yesterday, she said Ally’s heart rate declined a little, but still isn’t back to normal. She’s still extremely tired, but has some color back in her cheeks and a bit more energy.

  I hold the phone to my ear and hear four rings before Becky answers.

  “Hey, Andrew,” Becky greets me.

  “Hey Becs, how are things there?”

  I hear her sigh through the phone, but I can’t tell if it’s from relief or stress. “It’s better. She still has a rapid heartbeat, but it hasn’t risen to a dangerous level, thank God. She’s sleeping a lot, but
is more active when she’s up. I’m sure I’m getting on the doctor’s nerves with all my phone calls. We go back tomorrow for another ECG.”

  “Make sure you call me tomorrow and tell me what the doctors say, okay?”

  “You know I will,” she says softly. I do know that. She knows how worried I am about Ally.

  “Are things going good with Brent’s family?” I ask her.

  “It’s actually going better than I thought it would. They’ve been helping out a lot. I think Brent pulled them aside when they got here and explained what happened and asked them to tread carefully.”

  “That’s good, Becs. You need all the help you can get. Going through this is stressful. Lean on them while they’re there.”

  “I am. It’s just hard. I’ve depended on Brent and you through most of this.” She stops talking for a minute before she ask. “How have you been? We usually talk about what’s happening with Ally. It’s been forever since you’ve told me what’s going on in your life.”

  “It’s pretty much the same as it has been. Mac and Mia finally got back together.” I’ve told Becky all about my friends. She was a little offended when I first refused to introduce Ally to them. It was hard to explain my reasoning, but she finally understood my need to keep these two worlds separate for the time being. She knows I’ll eventually mesh the two.

  “That’s wonderful,” she says excitedly. “From what you’ve told me about them, it seems like they were both in pain, but still in love with each other. I’m glad it worked out for them.”

  I tell her a less gruesome version of what happened between Mac and Mia. She doesn’t need to know all the gory details.

  After a couple minutes of idle chitchat, I tell her, “I’ve met someone.”

  “What?” she screeches loudly, and I’m forced to take the phone away from my ear.

  “Damn, woman. Blow my ear out, why don’t you,” I grumble good-naturedly.

  She laughs on the other end of the line. “Sorry, I’m just so excited! Who is he? What’s his name? Does this mean you’re over your fascination with Jaxon?”

  Yes, I also told her all about Jaxon and my unrequited feelings toward him. She knows about the pain I’ve endured for years because my feelings were pointless.

  “I’ve loved Jaxon for years, and I’ll probably always love him. For a long time it hurt to see him with so many women, but then Bailey came along, and I knew right away that they both needed each other. It didn’t hurt quite so bad. But Becs, what I feel for Jase is so much more. I knew about him before he knew me, and I was given the opportunity to know him better through his sister. We only met a week ago, but I’ve known for months that he’s it for me. There’s just something about him that draws me in and refuses to let me go. No one has ever made me feel like he does, not even Jaxon.”

  I stop talking and hear a sniffle in the background. Fucking tears. I should have known this would result in tears. Becky always wanted me to meet someone and be happy like she is with Brent.

  “Are you crying, Becs? Jesus, stop that shit,” I mutter.

  “Oh, hush,” she cries over the line. “These are happy tears. I’m just so glad you’ve finally met someone. You deserve to be happy. You’re such a good guy, Andrew. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

  “Yeah, well, I have to agree with you there. I’m one hot, fun guy. You’d have to be fucking blind, deaf, and stupid not to love me,” I joke.

  Becky laughs and the tears are forgotten, just as I planned. I don’t care if they are happy tears or not, I hate knowing she’s crying.

  “Seriously, though. I’m the lucky one,” I tell her quietly.

  “I think maybe y’all are both lucky. I hope I get to meet him one day.”

  “You will. I promise.” And she will. Someday soon, I tell myself. “Okay, I’ve got to go. My man is currently in the shower waiting on me to come service him in all ways possible.”

  “Ugh! Too much information, Andrew. Go. Have fun, but be safe. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what the doctors say.”

  After telling her to give Ally kisses from me and to tell Brent and his family “hi,” we hang up. I shoot up off the bed and yank down my jeans, impatient to get to Jase. Now that I’ve had him, it’s going to be very difficult to keep my hands off him.

  I walk to the bathroom door, and without knocking, turn the knob. My dick gets harder the closer I get to Jase.

  I have a huge shower with clear glass doors. My eyes zero in on Jase’s form through the steamed-up glass. He has his head bent and one arm extended, hand resting on the wall. His other hand is wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking it. He lifts his head and turns it my way when he hears the door open. Even through the glass, I can see his pupils are dilated, swallowing up the clear blue. His breathing is heavy and his chest pumps even harder when he sees me there watching him. My own desire spikes at the sight of him pleasuring himself. I walk forward and yank the door open so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t fly off the hinges.

  “I see you’ve started without me,” I say, need and want evident in my voice.

  “Just warming up, waiting on you,” is his husky reply.

  He drops his hand and turns to face me. I advance quickly and back him against the wall, our bodies meshing together.

  “Want me to finish for you?” I ask, licking along his jawline.

  “You fucking better.”

  I quirk a brow at him and he gives me a sexy half smile. I drop to my knees and engulf his entire length in my mouth without warning.

  Pure satisfaction slides through my body when he shouts, “Andrew!”

  The sound of him calling my name almost has me shooting my load on the shower floor. It’s music to my fucking ears. That’s one thing I know with certainty I’ll never get tired of hearing.

  Jase

  “What’s your favorite color?” Andrew asks me.

  We’re sitting outside Joe’s garage at the picnic tables eating lunch. Andrew called about an hour ago and informed me he was on his way here with lunch from Maggie’s. This is the second time this week he’s brought me lunch at work. It’s only been a few days since I finally gave in to Andrew, and I love every single minute of it. We haven’t really gotten the opportunity to get to know each other much. Instead, we’ve been spending our time fucking. While those times are hot as hell, we both decided to play the generic get-to-know-you game.

  So, here we are. Andrew eating his roast beef sandwich, me eating my Philly cheesesteak, while we play silly, girly games. I feel ridiculous, but at the same time, I’m enjoying learning about him.

  “Gray,” I answer. “You?”

  “Green. What do you like on your pizza?”

  “Chicken bacon ranch.”

  “Jase, man, that’s fucked-up. Pizza is supposed to have red sauce, not white,” Andrew says with a full-body shudder.

  I chuckle at his overdramatic reaction to my pizza topping choice. “Not my kind of pizza. That red shit can stay the hell away from me. What’s yours?”

  “Plain old pepperoni, with extra pepperoni and light sauce.”

  After taking a bite and a swallow of my water, I tell him, “Okay, my turn. How old were you the first time you had sex?”

  “Fourteen. It was with a fifteen-year-old boy from the next town over. We were friends of a sort. He was visiting his grandmother who lived here in Jaded Hollow. I was horny all the damn time, but it was always the boys that turned me on. One day, Michael caught me looking at his junk while we were skinny dipping in Jaxon’s lake. He asked if I was into boys, I said yes, and then we were going at it like jackrabbits.”

  An irrational bout of jealousy hits me at Andrew’s story. It’s stupid to think, but I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else. I want to pummel any fucker who’s ever touched him. He’s mine and should only ever have my scent on his skin.

  “What about you?” Andrew asks, pulling me from my ridiculous thoughts.

  I shake my head to clear it. “Thirteen
. My first time was with a girl three years older than me. The thoughts and feelings running through my head scared the shit out of me. My family is the type that doesn’t take being different very well. I knew my dad would have a fit if he knew I was attracted to guys. I rebelled against the feelings and fucked whatever girl that would have me, trying to force the thoughts away. Obviously, it didn’t work.” I smirk at him.

  “And thank fuck for that,” Andrew says.

  That particular time in my life isn’t something I’m proud of. When I told him I fucked any girl that would have me, I wasn’t lying. And a lot of girls did. It didn’t matter the age either, so long as she was my age or older. I was fifteen when I fucked a twenty-eight-year-old woman. She was a neighbor of ours. She was married but her husband was gone all the time. She would always watch me out the window when I was in the backyard mowing the lawn with my shirt off. Even back then I was fit and tanned.

  My parents and Chris were gone one day while I was trimming the apple tree we had out back. The neighbor lady came over with a glass of ice water. We ended up in my bed screwing. Each time I had sex with a girl, I was never satisfied. I was able to finish, but I had to work hard at it.

  Finally, at sixteen, I said fuck it and didn’t try anymore. I officially moved my attempts to guys. After my first time with a guy, I knew that was it, there was no going back. And I haven’t been back since.

  “Have you ever been with a girl?” I ask Andrew.

  “Yep. Once. Years ago.” That’s all he says, but I can tell by the softness of his eyes there’s more to the story. I won’t push him to tell me more if he doesn’t want to, but it leaves me curious.

  Our conversation is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the screen. I don’t recognize the number but know it’s from back home.

  Thinking it may have something to do with my parents, I answer. “Hello?”