SeducingJason
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Almost.
Hooking his arms beneath her knees, he brought her legs up and flattened them against his chest. Her ass rose off the mattress to meet his groin. He probably should have put a pillow under her lower back for leverage, but who was he fooling. He wasn’t going to be here long.
One arm gripping her knees, the other around her upper thighs, he slid his cock into her slick channel in one furious thrust. His eyes rolled back in his head. How she could be so slick and so tight at the same time was beyond him.
“God, Maggie. You feel so fucking good.”
Her feminine muscles constricted around him, not from orgasm, not some automatic response to pleasure. No, she was milking him. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze…
He started pounding, beating his length in and out of her wet pussy. He felt out of control.
Each thrust drove him higher. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was about to blow, but he wanted her cresting this wave with him.
Carefully, he eased his right hand lower, until his thumb could slip between her folds. He petted her clit, rubbed it, as he fought back his orgasm. Thank God, she didn’t need much priming.
“Jasoooooon!” she screamed, thrashing around his dick.
He let go, and his release poured from his cock, filling the condom he wore. His grip on her legs faltered, and she slipped from his arms. On instinct, he tossed his weight forward, catching himself on his arms, and thrust back inside her. The sudden disconnection had left him feeling cold, and he’d reacted on pure impulse to get it back. To feel that connections again.
God, he was so screwed—both literally and figuratively.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as if she felt the same way and was now doing her damndest to keep the erotic contact as long as possible. Soft, shaky hands slithered up his arms, over his shoulders, around his neck and then tugged him down. It was such a sweet gesture, he couldn’t stop himself from collapsing against her womanly softness.
The moment his lips were in range, she claimed them. The kiss was so unlike the others they’d shared tonight. Their tongues slid against each other as if their only goal was to be closer.
Kissing for the sake of kissing. That was a new one for him, but he was quickly realizing he liked it. So long as the kiss-giver was Maggie.
“We’re in real trouble here, aren’t we?” he whispered against her lips.
“Looks that way. Does it scare you?”
“I think ‘terrified’ is a better word to describe what I’m feeling right now.”
Humor played at the corners of her sexy mouth. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
Jason rolled to his side and gathered her up, keeping her in constant contact with his hard body, but despite the intimate embrace, worry tied knots in Maggie’s gut. She’d known sleeping with Jason would have fallout of some sort. What if he only wanted one night? What if he wanted more but refused to continue what they’d started to save her brother’s feelings? She thought she’d prepared for all the possibilities, but as she lay in his strong arms, she realized she forgot to prepare for the most obvious probably.
She didn’t want to let him go. Ever. She shook her head. When had that happened? In between the multiple orgasms probably.
Pushing onto an elbow, she looked at him. She’d seen this handsome face grow and change over the years. “If I’d had known sex with you would be that good, I wouldn’t have kept turning back.”
“Turning back?”
She tapped a quick kiss against his lips. “I’ve been planning this little seduction for months now. Every Friday or Saturday night, I’d drive this way, but I’d always chickened out.”
“Until tonight.”
“Actually, I was about to leave when you caught me.”
A lazy smile curled his lips. “Then I’m very glad I caught you because the sex was incredible. You were incredible, Maggie. Best I ever had.”
Her cheeks heated. “Don’t lie. It’s—”
“I’m not lying.” He drew his index finger down her neck. “I’ve been fanaticizing about you for months.”
Her heart thudded wildly against her chest, and she tried to make a joke to calm herself.
“Then I’ve got you beat, babe. I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen.”
The expression that crossed his face was so sweet, adoring maybe. And she knew she’d never stop fighting for what she wanted. A future with Jason.
Go big or go home, Magpie.
“The truth is,” she said, “I never really got over that innocent attraction. Over you. I don’t know where you stand, but I’d like to see where this thing between us goes.” She went onto all fours over him, straddled him. “I love my brother,” she whispered, “and I’d never do anything to hurt him, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. That I don’t—”
“I’d never risk my friendship with Charlie for something as meaningless as casual sex.” He cradled her face between his hands.
“Is that what this is, Jason? Just casual sex?”
The sly smile she loved seized control of his lips. “Absolutely not.”
About the Author
Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction—the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whomever will listen! To learn more about her and the smexy reads she writes, visit her website at www.brandievansauthor.com.
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