Brightest As We Fall

by Cleo Peitsche

“Nah. But only because I’m used to your style.” He sounds almost affectionate. We’re starting to know each other. After tonight, he’ll know me better than any man has. My first three partners didn’t exactly rock my world, probably because I didn’t know how to rock my own world. My boyfriends and hookups since then were only marginally better. Jason has made up for that, redeemed all of mankind with those back-to-back orgasms.

  “Talk, beautiful,” he tells me.

  I blush at the compliment. And am I imagining it, or is Jason breathless? “What are you going to buy with your half of the money?”

  “My half?” His smile breaks through the words. “With my two-point-five mil, I’m going to buy a house on the beach in Tahiti.”

  My hand stops moving. “Do you think it’s necessary to go so far away? I hadn’t considered crossing oceans.”

  “Might be, might not be.” He sighs. “This isn’t working.”

  “What’s not?”

  “I foolishly assumed the talking would be… flirtier.” Jason kneels up. His shoulders are impossibly wide, and the dim light throws shadows across his broad chest and thick arms. I swear there are even shadows in the ridges of his abs.

  His eyes are on me as his hands fall to his belt buckle.

  My chest constricts. “I’m ready.”

  He freezes for a moment, then unbuckles the belt and unzips his pants. “You’re a people-pleaser, aren’t you?”

  At least, I think that’s what he said. I’m too hypnotized by the sight of Jason in his underwear. They’re black or navy blue. Tight around his legs and groin. I wish they were lighter in color because it’s difficult to discern anything more than a large, swollen mass.

  Wait. There’s the outline of his cock head. Large. Plump.

  My mouth waters. I can’t look away. Now my nervousness is completely gone. My lips move, but I don’t know what I’ve said until I hear it.

  “Tie me up.”

  “You’re not ready for that.” Jason steps away from the bed. He tugs off his jeans and tosses them aside.

  “It’s just a one-night stand,” I say, distracted. That cock. What must it feel like? Heaven. It has to.

  “You and I both know this isn’t going to happen just once. We’re stuck with each other for at least a week, and I don’t want drama.”

  I look up at Jason’s face. “A week?”

  “Three is more reasonable.” He shrugs. “Maybe I can get you squared away in two. Depends how things pan out.”

  Two to three weeks with Jason and his magic hands and that big dick. Jason, who is far more considerate and careful than I ever would have expected. There are depths hidden behind that thuggish exterior.

  And just like that, I’m all in.

  “Spank me, slap me, tie me up.” I pull my pajamas up, exposing my breasts—he seemed to appreciate them earlier—and relax onto the bed. I spread my legs, lift my arms over my head, then arch up. “Please.”

  Chapter 27

  Jason knew damned well that he wasn’t a saint.

  Quite the opposite, in fact. DeeAnn was watching him with those amber eyes, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed from arousal.

  When she arched on the bed, Jason about lost his mind.

  Fucking DeeAnn was a good idea. They both needed to blow off some steam. But introducing her to his kink was… dangerous.

  Goddamn, he was horny. It had been a couple of months since he’d gotten laid. His normal hookup was in a relationship, and while she’d been down for continuing their arrangement, Jason hadn’t wanted to. Not because he was so morally pure, but because he didn’t want to get shot in the back of the head by a jealous lover.

  Jason’s second casual hookup was spending the summer in Maryland, where her family had a beach house. He could have ordered her to return to Rhodell Heights for a few days, and she’d have been thrilled to obey. Whatever fun she was having on the beach hadn’t stopped her from sexting him, from Popping X-rated clips at him until he had to disable notifications from his PopMe app.

  He’d been so busy at work, his self-love time had suffered.

  And now he had this stunning, willing woman in his bed. It all added up to something bigger than his self-control.

  “What’s the hesitation?” DeeAnn asked. “There won’t be any drama.”

  Damned right there wouldn’t.

  “Here are the rules.” Jason paused dramatically, getting drunk off of the longing in her eyes. “You start to feel uncomfortable, you say ‘eggplant.’ Don’t wait until you’re about to melt down.”

  “Got it.” She licked her lips, but unlike earlier, it wasn’t out of nervousness. She was hot, ready to go.

  “Quick question. What are your hard limits?” Figuring DeeAnn might not know what that meant, he explained. “What are the things that you absolutely, positively don’t want me to do?”

  “Nothing comes to mind.”

  “Bondage? Anal?

  “I’ve got my safe word,” she said with a sexy little groan.

  Did she just want sex, or was she actually into this, sharing his kink?

  Hell, did it even matter? They were both adults, hopping into bed with open eyes.

  Jason leaned forward, dropping his upper body weight onto his hands, then moved up the mattress until his hips were over DeeAnn’s chest.

  She didn’t seem capable of taking her eyes off his boxer-briefs, and her pupils were dilated. Jason lowered his head slightly and saw that she was pulsing her lower body.

  The boost to his ego made his cock swell even more. Balancing on one straight arm, he jammed his other hand under the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pulled himself out.

  DeeAnn whimpered. She sucked her lip into her mouth and bit it hard enough that when she said, “I want to taste,” the marks from her teeth remained briefly imprinted in her flesh.

  “Please, Jason. I’m good at it.” She looked up at him. Then promptly blushed.

  “Keep begging like that and maybe I’ll let you suck me.”

  There was no “maybe” about it. He’d be lucky if he didn’t nut the second her lips touched him. That hadn’t even happened when he was a teenager, though back then he’d sometimes needed to jerk off a few times before a hookup, especially if he was really into the girl.

  What about DeeAnn? Are you really into her?

  A question that hadn’t come up in years. He didn’t have time to be into women. Mutual arrangements suited him better than relationships and emotional complications. In his experience, love was a temporary frenzy that blew over after three- or four-dozen orgasms.

  This here had the potential to be a fun experience. A few weeks of nonstop fucking. When had he ever had that? Never. And at the end, they’d go their separate ways.

  Jason inhaled. It was a mistake. Arousal had sharpened his senses. The smell of DeeAnn’s scent, the wetness between her legs, did things to the primal part of his brain, and lust clouded his thinking.

  He brought the tip of his cock closer to DeeAnn’s mouth. If she were more experienced, or even if he knew her better, he’d have rammed down her throat. Part of him liked that he didn’t yet know all her tricks and weaknesses and skills. It was like unwrapping the universe’s best present.

  Jason pressed the tip into her mouth and held himself there, curious to see how she reacted. He knew his cock was bigger than average, and most of the women he’d fucked had been appreciative.

  Most, but not all. Apparently, there was such a thing as too big. Jason realized he was holding his breath.

  DeeAnn surprised him by grabbing at his hands to pull him deeper.

  He resisted because he wanted to see her work for it.

  When she didn’t get what she wanted, her fingers sloppily tried to shove his aside.

  “No,” he said, barely containing his enthusiasm. He was so aroused that he ached. DeeAnn’s lustful greed was going to end him before he even got started. “Slide your hands under your butt.”

  She didn’t hesitate to carry out his comma
nd. The eagerness got Jason’s cock even harder.

  As she shoved her arms behind her and worked them between her body and the mattress, her breasts jiggled and bobbed.

  Jason brought his other hand onto the bed, so that he was braced over her. Pushups were never this fun, though, with the head of his cock between a pair of wet, pillowy lips. DeeAnn’s devious little tongue teased the underside of his shaft.

  Jason had to close his eyes to regain his composure. Why hadn’t he jerked off before they started all this? He’d be hard again by now, and he’d be able to enjoy himself instead of constantly pushing back against the blazing explosion.

  DeeAnn had swallowed half his shaft and showed no signs of distress. The second half of his cock was the challenging part.

  Did he want to come in her mouth? Or in her pussy?

  Why not both? You don’t have anywhere to be.

  He inched deeper. Now DeeAnn was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Jason looked down where their bodies joined, her lips stretched around his fat girth. She was doing a good job with her teeth, too.

  “You’re right,” he rasped. “You’ve got skills.”

  She made a sound deep in her chest, and her stretched lips twitched in what would have been a smile under different circumstances.

  Jason began thrusting, making sure not to go any deeper than he was now. DeeAnn sucked and swiveled, her tongue stroking the sensitive underside of his cock, where the shaft and head met.

  “You trying to suck me dry?”

  She made an affirmative sound, then began sucking him harder and faster.

  Jason closed his eyes to shut out the carnal images. Mistake. The physical sensations grew even stronger.

  “Get ready,” he said.

  DeeAnn made desperate noises. He opened his eyes and looked down. Her eyes were closed. She was straining her neck, trying to take more of him.

  He gave her what she needed, letting those last few inches disappear into her sex-reddened mouth. She gagged, then overcame it.

  Jason couldn’t hold back any longer, and he prayed DeeAnn wouldn’t get overwhelmed now because stopping would take a miracle.

  He wanted to grab her hair, hold her head steady so he could dominate her mouth fully, but they weren’t there yet, hadn’t built that trust together. Right now, he didn’t even need to push her toward her limits.

  DeeAnn was pushing herself.

  For him.

  Jason was used to taking what he wanted from willing submissives. None of them had done this, though.

  It was a revelation.

  He cried out, the guttural roar filling the room as he flooded DeeAnn’s willing mouth with his come. She kept going, swallowing and then sucking for the last drops until he was too sensitive and roughly pushed her away.

  “Fuck,” Jason groaned, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

  He touched DeeAnn’s hair, gently smoothing it away from her face with one hand.

  Chapter 28

  It takes me way too long to catch my breath. My mouth is empty, but I can still taste Jason’s salty, slightly sweet load. My lips still throb from sucking. Jason’s cock is overwhelming. If he hadn’t finished, I’d have needed to stop him.

  “Told you,” I say, grinning, and prop up on one arm to appreciate the damage I’ve done.

  I was hoping to leave Jason sweaty and disheveled. Instead, he looks relaxed.

  He grabs my free hand, laces his fingers through mine. The gesture is possessive and dominant and makes me buzz all over. I love his alluring spicy-cedar scent.

  “Told me what?” he asks, releasing my hand.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was drunk or high. That’s better than disheveled. My grin widens.

  “You didn’t believe I’m good at blowjobs. Or sex.”

  “Maybe I faked it,” he suggests.

  I eye him up and down and wonder if he’ll be up for more, or if we’re done for the night. I’ll understand if he wants to sleep; we’ve had an unbelievably long couple of days and he’s been doing all the heavy lifting.

  “And did you fake that gallon of baby batter I swallowed?”

  He laughs. “Baby batter? You can cross ‘phone sex operator’ off your list of potential future careers.”

  “You’d have paid for that, right?” I ask, genuinely curious.

  Jason rolls his eyes, and I playfully swat his arm.

  “I’m serious,” I say. “Am I good enough for—”

  “Yes. I told you before that you’re right. And how are you hitting me when your hands are tucked underneath you?”

  “You came,” I say. “It’s over, and that’s perfectly fine.”

  “Ouch. Cross ‘motivational speaker’ off the list as well.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Jason hauls himself up to sitting. “Putting aside the idea that all parties should enjoy sex, when I’m in charge, you don’t decide when it’s over.”

  “Oh. Right. I guess that makes sense.”

  Thunderclouds gather in his eyes as he frowns.

  My lust-fogged brain gets the point and finally sends the signal to my arms. I work my palms under my hips.

  Jason pushes off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running.

  He really looked surprised when I said it was fine for us to stop now. I mull that over. It’s probably some male pride thing.

  Shifting around, I try to get comfortable. It’s not easy because my pajama bottoms are soaked. The sheets, too.

  When all this is done, I’m going to have to sleep naked. Which is fine for sleeping, but not so great for tomorrow morning, when I’ll have to face Jason without lust making me bold.

  Who cares? I ask myself. Just once, go with the flow.

  Jason appears at the foot of the bed and scrutinizes me. Feeling overexposed, I shiver.

  “Where are those condoms?”

  I tell him. He gets them from my duffel, tosses the packets on the crappy bedside table. Something hangs between his fingers.

  “What’s this?” he asks.

  It takes me a moment to identify the little bag. “Prescription painkillers.”

  “Are you on drugs?” There’s no hint of disapproval in his voice.

  “They were my dad’s. I thought maybe I could sell them.”

  Jason raises one eyebrow and his lips twitch downward, but it’s obvious he’s trying not to laugh. “You realize that’s illegal, right?”

  “I wasn’t planning to approach strangers. I thought maybe Toby or one of my clients would be interested—”

  Jason laughs. “Still illegal. You never would have sold them, and anyway these aren’t worth ten bucks.” He tosses them in the trashcan. Then, with no warning, he grabs the waistband of my pajamas and yanks them down my legs and flings them away. It’s as abrupt and unexpected as if he’d pulled a tablecloth off a table without disrupting the teacups.

  It’s strange, being naked from the waist down.

  Jason fixes that by shoving the shirt over my chest, then higher, until my face is covered.

  I didn’t think my heart could pound any faster, but now the beats rush together. The lights in the room are so dim that I can’t see anything through the fabric. The heat of my breath reflects back at me, warms the skin of my face.

  Big hands circle my hips.

  Then, nothing.

  This isn’t what I expected. Where are the handcuffs, the chains and whips?

  I wish I could see Jason’s face, see what he’s looking at, know what he’s thinking. With Jason, though, I don’t know how much of a difference it actually makes.

  “Oh!” I gasp as his mouth covers my pussy. My stomach muscles contract and my inner thighs tighten as I try to close my legs. It’s impossible with Jason and his wide shoulders between my knees.

  His hands descend to my upper thighs, and he presses on them, holding me open. The stubble on his jaw scratches, but not on my softest, most vulnerable areas.

  Not at first
.

  “Oh my—” My hands struggle open, my fingers trying to find something to grab on to, but it’s not possible because all my weight is on my arms. He’s made me helpless.

  And I love it.

  Surrendering to pleasure should be easy. Even though Jason’s technique is good—perfect, actually—I can’t shut off my brain.

  I wish he would say something or make a sound so I know he isn’t hating every second of this.

  What about Jason makes you think he’d go down on a woman out of obligation? It’s a reassuring thought, but I’m not used to being with a man like him.

  “I can hear you thinking,” he growls, his breath hot on my wet flesh, his stubble burning my thighs as he speaks. “Do you need me to give you something to focus on?”

  “No,” I say immediately, because I’m sure whatever he suggests will be terrifying.

  I don’t need sight to know he’s sitting up. I start to bring my legs together, but Jason flicks at the skin just above my knees. I jerk my legs apart again.

  “You’re a fast learner,” he says approvingly.

  “And you keep assuming I haven’t done this before,” I say, feeling brave now that he doesn’t have his face buried between my legs.

  He lifts the cloth from my face, exposing my eyes. “Because you haven’t, DeeAnn.”

  His hair is tousled and his mouth is wet. From me.

  My cheeks turn hot. I tell myself he can’t notice in the dimness. Then I tell myself that his self-satisfied little smile is just a coincidence. My eyes jerk away, then find the ceiling, which is unthreatening.

  When Jason doesn’t say anything, I accidentally cut my gaze back toward him.

  “You’re hot when you’re flustered,” he says.

  “Are you saying I’m ugly otherwise?” Immediately, I wish I could suck the pathetic words back into my mouth.

  Jason snorts. “Absolutely not. When you were tearing down the road like a drag racer last night, you were the hottest any woman has ever been.”

  I think of that dusty car and the dark night and try not to feel offended, because I know I must have been blurry at best. And I know Jason meant what he said as a compliment.

  “I didn’t feel sexy,” I say. “I felt like I was going to pass out.”