by R. J. Sable
“I need to take a shower,” Jason said after a while.
Didn't he shower last night? I wondered as he peeled himself off of me. I rushed to cover my nakedness as he stood up but he frowned at me.
“Don't cover yourself up, baby,” he chided. “You're beautiful.”
I blushed but reluctantly removed my hands. I watched him remove his t-shirt and jeans and couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge pressed up against his boxers.
“I'll be back in a bit,” he said with a wink as he left the room.
I took the time to think over what had just happened. Jason had made me experience the most amazing feelings and sensations, the scope of which was beyond my wildest fantasies. I felt my guilt double because of how selfish I'd been. I'd received pleasure and done nothing to reciprocate. I hope he isn't too mad. He hadn't seemed mad, but I'd already seen that he could hide his emotions when he'd been at my brothers’ house.
I pulled the cover over me, still a little uncomfortable with my nakedness. I'd been nervous when Jason took my knickers off. I thought he'd wanted to have sex. Even though I don't think I would have been brave enough to stop him, I was glad he hadn't tried. I really like Jason, I'm just not sure I'm ready to do that yet. He'd said he wouldn't rush me, and he'd told me I had to stop him if he was going too fast. I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that so far he wasn't getting anything out of this relationship except inexperienced kisses and beatings from my brothers.
I was distracted from my thoughts as Jason came back, his towel wrapped around his hips, his curls hanging loosely over his forehead.
“What's up?” He frowned. “You look sad.”
I smiled as he came and sat on the bed.
“I'm okay,” I smiled.
“You didn't look okay,” his frown deepened. “Are you unhappy with what I did?”
“No, no!” I blurted. “I really liked it.” I blushed as I realised what I'd said.
“Right there with you,” he grinned. “So what you frowning about?”
“I didn't... you didn't get... I mean...” My blush increased ten-fold as I tried to find the right words.
“Baby, I didn't do it because I expected something in return,” he laughed.
I looked up at him, confused.
“I did it because I wanted to, Jamie.”
“But-” I started.
“Don't overthink it, baby. You liked it, right?”
“Yeah, it was... amazing,” I grinned. “I've never...” I trailed off, blushing again.
“Never done it before?” He asked, smirking.
“No, well yes, but I meant...” I grabbed his pillow and hid my face again. This is beyond humiliating.
“You mean, you've never had an orgasm before?” I heard Jason ask. He sounded surprised. He pulled the pillow away from me and I scrunched my eyes up and threw my arms over my face as I shook my head.
“Good,” he grinned, pulling my arms away from my face as well.
“Why is that good?” I asked, wishing I could sink into the mattress.
“It means all your orgasms belong to me,” he grinned as I opened my eyes to look at him.
I shook my head, not understanding him at all. He looked so playful and happy, it warmed my heart.
“But you've never had an orgasm while masturbating?” He asked bluntly.
I can't believe he just asked me that. I went to cover my face with my hands again but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them beside my head, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
“I've never really done that,” I admitted, shaking my head and feeling my ears burn.
“Never?” He demanded incredulously.
“I lived with seven men who don't grasp the concept of knocking or privacy,” I shrugged the best I could with my arms held down.
He grinned at me and let my arms go, stepping up to grab some clothes. I watched him get dressed.
“Can I have a quick wash?” I asked, watching the muscles in his back as he pulled on a tight grey polo shirt.
“Sure,” he said as he pulled on a pair of fresh boxers, covering my view of his magnificent buttocks. He grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt from his drawer and chucked them at me. I grabbed them in mid-air and grinned at him. I pulled the cover off me and started to get dressed.
“Stop,” he said suddenly as I stood up and went to pull the t-shirt over my head.
I stopped, looking up at him in confusion. He was grinning.
“What?” I asked cautiously.
“Just admiring the view,” he smirked.
I hurriedly pulled the t-shirt over my head, blushing furiously.
“Hey,” he said, frowning as he came over to me.
He grabbed the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it back up over my breasts and holding it there. I blushed and closed my eyes.
“Jamie, look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes and met his green-blue gaze, shocked at the heat that danced within his eyes.
“You are mine, right?” He asked.
I nodded, resisting the urge to reach up and pull my t-shirt down and cover myself.
“You are mine and you are beautiful and I want to look at you, okay?”
I frowned but nodded again.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” he stressed, kissing me on the lips and releasing the t-shirt.
Chapter 26
Friday, 19th October 2012
The group gathered around and I cringed as I listened to the murmured gossip.
“What happened to your face, Reed?” Somebody called out.
Jason smirked but ignored it and dove into explaining the training session. It was nice listening to him in his element; he was so passionate about training and he knew so much. I watched as he used his hands animatedly, using his fingers to illustrate the pattern of muscle tissue. I blushed as I remembered where those fingers had been that morning. Jason glanced over at me and smirked again.
“You're staying at mine tonight,” Jason said as we jogged round the track, cooling down.
“Is that so?” I smirked. “Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
“Alright, can I get some stuff from mine first?” I asked.
He agreed and jogged away from me to catch up with Grayson. My bossy boyfriend. I didn't really mind, I knew he wouldn’t have forced me to go.
“Wanna get takeaway for dinner?” Jason asked as he let us into his flat.
“I'd kill for a pizza!” Grayson grinned from behind him.
“Jamie?” Jason asked, turning to me.
“Yeah, pizza sounds good,” I smiled.
I followed them into the living room. Grayson and Josh sat on the sofa together and Jason flopped into the matching black leather armchair. He motioned for me to come over and sit on his lap.
We had a really nice evening. I stayed on Jason's lap the whole time, curled up and enjoying his warmth. He kept at least one hand on me almost consistently. Stroking, tickling or just holding me. I nuzzled his neck contentedly as I listened to him talk and laugh with Josh and Grayson.
Jason and I said goodnight and left the other two playing Call of Duty in the lounge at around nine and headed into Jason's room.
“You okay, baby?” He asked me as he pulled his shirt off and hung it on the back of his chair.
“Yeah,” I smiled at him. I was feeling so much better. I'd been miserable without Jason, like a part of me was missing. I wondered idly if it was healthy to be this attached to another human being.
“Come here,” he smiled as he sat down on the side of the bed.
I walked over to him, admiring his bare chest. He put his hands on my hips, slipping under my t-shirt and holding me between his legs. He pushed my t-shirt up and leant forwards to kiss my stomach gently.
“I want you naked,” he grinned against my skin.
I blushed furiously. I knew he'd already seen me naked but his bluntness still embarrassed me.
“You're very shy,” he teased. “You blush at every
thing.”
“I'm not used to being seen naked,” I mumbled.
“You should get used to it,” he grinned. “If I had my way you'd be naked twenty-four seven.”
“Not practical for lectures,” I laughed.
“Nope, don't want everybody else seeing what's mine,” he frowned, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans.
He made light work of the zip and slipped my jeans down my legs. His fingers trailed up the backside of my thighs, stopping at my knickers and cupping my backside, squeezing gently. He continued undressing me, leaving me in just my underwear. He pulled me onto his knee and removed my jeans and socks from my feet.
I lay panting as I came down from my second orgasm ever. If I'd thought the first one had been a fluke, I was wrong.
“Thank you,” I breathed, rolling onto my side to kiss Jason on the cheek.
“You're welcome,” he chuckled. “You don't have to thank me though.”
“But-”
“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he cut me off, lifting me onto his chest so that I was lying on top of him, my legs either side of his.
“But you're not getting anything in return,” I said, blushing and hiding my head in the crook of his neck.
“I get you,” he soothed. “That's more than I've ever wanted.”
I could feel his erection through his jeans, pushed up against my nakedness.
“But you're unsatisfied,” I said, gyrating my hips against him slightly to prove a point.
“It's fine, baby,” he said, shifting his weight and stroking the back of my hair. “I don't want to rush you into anything.”
“I want to make you feel good,” I blushed as I sat up onto his lower abdomen. “But... I don't know how...” This is mortifying. I kept my focus on his navel.
“Jamie,” he chuckled. “Everyone has to start somewhere.”
He sat up so that we were eye to eye.
“If and when you're ready, I will help you learn. If you want me to, that is.”
He's been so kind to me, he's gone out of his way to make sure my needs were met. It was the least I could do to return the favour and at least with his help there was less chance I'd mess it up.
“Show me now?” I blushed, glancing up at him shyly.
“Are you sure, baby?” He asked gently. “You don't have to.”
“I want to make you happy,” I nodded earnestly.
“You make me happy regardless,” he smiled, brushing my cheek with his thumb.
“Please,” I pouted, tracing his abs with my forefinger. He really does have a fantastic body.
He nodded and lifted me off of him and sat up on the bed. “If you're sure,” he paused and waited for me to nod. “Okay, stand up then.”
I scampered to my feet, resisting the urge to cover myself up as I stood naked in front of him. He stood as well, looking down at me. I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, my stomach fluttering with suspense at what I was about to do. He leant down and kissed me, his tongue trailing along my lower lip before slipping into my mouth. I leant into him, my nipples pressed against his firm chest, his denim-clad erection pushing against my stomach. He broke off the kiss, his breathing ragged, and trailed kisses from my mouth to my eyebrow.
“Kneel down,” he instructed.
I did as I was told, thoroughly embarrassed but determined to do the best I could, to make him as happy as I could.
“You might need to take my jeans off,” he grinned.
I fumbled with the button, my hands shaking slightly with anticipation and nerves. He helped me unbutton his jeans and I slid them down his legs. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pulled them down as well, stepping smoothly out of both and kicking them to the side. I gasped as he stood up. His erection was mere centimetres from my face. I couldn't help but gape at its sheer size. I'd seen pictures, of course, I knew what they were supposed to look like, but they'd never appeared this magnificent on paper.
“Like what you see?” Jason smirked and I blushed as I realised I'd been quite openly staring. “You can touch it,” he encouraged. “I want you two to become very well acquainted.”
I raised my hand slowly, nervously towards him. I carefully brushed along his length with my fingertips. I heard him let out a breath between clenched teeth and pulled my hand back quickly.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, my face burning the brightest shade of red yet.
“No, it's fine, you're doing good,” he smiled.
I raised my hand up again and traced around the ridge of the tip, admiring the gentle feel of the soft skin under my fingertips. Jason reached down and guided my hand until I was grasping his shaft in my hand. A small gasp escaped my lips as I felt his skin, it was both hard and soft and not at all what I had been expecting. His flesh was warm, almost hot, beneath my hand. My fingers wrapped all the way round him and only just met with my thumb. Jason guided my hand along his length, squeezing gently. He leant forwards slightly, brushing my lip with the tip of his penis. I glanced up at his face, he was watching me with a startling intensity and a kind, reassuring smile.
“Open,” he said gently, but firmly.
I hesitated, I'd never seen one in the flesh a mere five minutes ago. I'd only just felt one and now he wants me to put that... in my mouth! Jason continued watching me. I want to make him happy. I opened my lips, my eyes still on his.
His velvety head felt so soft against my lips. He didn't push far, only the head was inside my mouth. I assumed he'd wanted me to use my mouth for a reason and so, feeling unusually brave, I flicked my tongue over him, circling around. As my tongue met the ridge on the underside I heard him groan gently. I glanced up and saw that his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back slightly. I applied a little more pressure on the same spot before flicking my tongue over the tip once more, collecting a small bead of sweet and salty liquid.
Jason raised his hands to the sides of my head and gently pulled me closer toward him. I sucked gently as I pulled him deeper into my mouth, worried I might hurt him. He stroked my hair gently. I sheathed my teeth with my lips and moved closer to him, my hand still gripping the base of his shaft. I tried to gauge Jason's reactions, groans and facial expressions. As I pulled back, I applied a little extra pressure on the underside of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.
“That's so good, baby,” he breathed, still stroking my hair.
I redoubled my efforts, glad that I was doing something right. I tried to take as much of him into mouth as possible, revelling in his taste. It felt incredible knowing that I was causing him pleasure, that those small moans and groans of ecstasy were because of me. He guided me with his hands, controlling the pace without pressuring me to go deeper than I was comfortable. If I pushed myself, I could make my hand and lips meet, but I couldn't breathe at the same time.
“Baby, I'm going to come, stop if you don't want me to come in your mouth,” Jason said through clenched teeth.
I didn't really know whether or not I would be okay having it in my mouth but I figured it couldn't be any worse than the things Jake and Duff had force-fed me over the years. Knowing that he was close, I increased my pace. I felt him tense and jerk forwards as threads of warm liquid shot into the back of my mouth. There was a lot of it but just when I wasn't sure if I could hold anymore, he stilled.
I drew back my mouth, sucking the remaining liquid gently as I did so. I closed my mouth around his tip as I withdrew completely. I took a second to appreciate the completely new taste in my mouth. Salty and bitter and not all too unpleasant. I swallowed and took a much-needed deep breath. I looked up at Jason, he was staring at me, smiling, a look of pure adoration on his face. He sat back onto the bed and lay down, his feet still on the floor. I crawled closer to him and rested my head against his thigh whilst I knelt between his legs, running my fingers through the light brown hair on his shin.
“You okay?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at me.
I nodded, looking up into his amazin
g eyes and trying to gauge how I'd done. “Did I do okay? I know I'm not very good yet. I'll get better, I promise!” I garbled.
“Baby, come here,” he said kindly.
He guided me so that I was sat on top of him, I could feel his still fairly firm member underneath me.
“Look at me,” he said cupping my face with one hand. “That was incredible.”
“You don't have to say that, Jason,” I said quietly.
“I'm not just saying it, Jamie,” he frowned. “You did really good.”
He pulled me down so that I was lying over him and stroked my hair gently as I rested my head under his chin.
“You sure you're okay?” He asked, tracing his fingers over my cheekbones.
“Yeah, I'm good,” I grinned. I meant it. I was so pleased that he'd said he liked it. I wanted him to be happy with me. I knew he had much more experience than I had and probably wasn't used to going without such attentions.
“You pretty pleased with yourself now?” He chuckled.
I grinned again and nodded. “I like pleasing you,” I said honestly.
He kissed the top of my head and rolled us over so that we lay on our sides, entwined together.
***
Saturday, 20th October 2012
I woke up to the sunlight shining through Jason's grey curtains. Jason and I were still intertwined. His legs were wrapped around mine and his arms held me against him. His chest hair tickled my face as he stirred. I pressed a gentle kiss against his chest, trailing my fingers over his back, tracing his spine.
“Mm, morning,” Jason mumbled against my hair.
“Morning,” I grinned, kissing his chest again.
“I sleep so well when I'm with you,” he said as he rolled me onto my back.
“Me too,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.
He rolled over so that he was on top of me, his elbows beside my head, his knee between mine. My nipples brushed against his chest as he got comfortable and I felt them stiffen slightly from the sensations.