by R. J. Sable
“I like this,” I breathed as I leant up to kiss his nose.
“Like what?” He asked, leaning down to kiss mine.
“Skin on skin,” I said as I squirmed slightly beneath him.
Jason grinned broadly, pushing his erection against my hip gently.
“Right there with you,” he breathed against my neck as he began trailing kisses from behind my ear down over my collarbone. I groaned softly as his lips moved down between my breasts. He kissed each of my nipples gently, causing my back to arch towards him. He nibbled each nipple gently, rolling them between his teeth. My breath caught as he bit down slightly, before releasing it and kissing again, gently. I could feel the now more-familiar pressure building once more. I lifted my hips, pushing against Jason's throbbing erection.
“Still,” he admonished, smiling gently as he slid further down my body.
He continued his kisses over my stomach, over my hipbone and onto my thigh.
“You want to play?” He grinned as he sat back, kneeling over me with his leg still between mine.
“Play?” I panted, not understanding.
“Play,” he nodded, trailing his fingers slowly over me, avoiding the place where I needed his touch most.
“Please,” I begged as his fingers continued their teasing.
He grinned but didn't let up. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Please, Jason,” I begged, my body beyond hot. My hips continued to squirm, entirely beyond my control, trying to guide his fingers closer to me.
“What do you want, Jamie?” He teased, bending down to plant kisses at the tops of each of my thighs.
“Please, Jason,” I repeated. He knows what I want, why won't he give me it?
He took pity on me and began massaging my clit with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles. I groaned and pushed myself against his hand, desperate for relief. He slipped one finger inside of me, slowly, too slowly. I arched my back and pushed against him, begging him to go deeper. He obliged and began massaging me with his finger.
He continued, increasing the pace, bringing me ever closer. My breathing was rapid and uncontrolled and I felt myself building closer and closer. He stopped. Just as I was on the edge. I groaned with frustration, the pressure returning three-fold. I opened my eyes to look up at him just as he started again. Massaging my sensitive nub with one hand and sliding his finger in and out of me with the other. I almost screamed in frustration when he stopped again. I blinked up at him, he was smirking, his eyes dark.
He started again, applying more pressure this time and sliding a second finger inside my folds. I groaned at the feeling of fullness as I squeezed back against his fingers. This is too much. I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was the need to relieve the pressure inside of me. I felt the heat rising again as my back arched off the bed. Close, so close. Jason's fingers slowed and I groaned again.
“Please,” I panted, the need evident in my voice. “Please don't stop.”
He continued teasing me with his slow, torturous touches. “Tell me what you want, Jamie.”
I was beyond being embarrassed now, I didn't care how stupid I sounded I just needed a release.
“I want to come... please, Jason,” I begged, my voice breathy and needful.
“Good girl,” he breathed.
I felt him shift his weight, continuing to move his fingers inside if me, slowly increasing the pace. He placed his arm across my hipbone, his hand curving down across my pubic hair. He held my lips further apart with his fingers and I gasped as I felt his warm tongue on me. He licked gently along my slit, swirling around my clit. My hips bucked at the unfamiliar sensations. It was so intense it was almost painful. Oh God, please don't stop! I arched off the bed completely as he brought me to the most intense orgasm yet. My toes curled and I let out an almost animalistic cry as every inch of my body burned with pure pleasure.
“That was...” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what I'd just experienced.
“You liked that?” Jason grinned, lying down next to me.
I nodded and turned towards him so I could cuddle up against him. “That was mean though,” I pouted before kissing around his tattoo.
“What was?” He grinned.
“You kept stopping,” I complained in between kisses.
“You wouldn't tell me what you wanted,” Jason shrugged.
“You knew what I wanted,” I frowned, stopping my kisses to look up at him.
“I like hearing you say it,” he grinned. “Don't stop,” he added shifting onto his back so I could continue to kiss his chest.
“But it's embarrassing,” I complained as I trailed kisses from his tattoo down over his chest to his abs.
“You don't have to be embarrassed around me, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head and watching me.
I kissed each of his abs softly. Stopping when I reached the tip of his impressive member, which was lying almost flat against the bottom of his abs, perfectly framed by the two v-shaped lines that encircled his perfect stomach.
I trailed across them with my fingers, appreciating how well he kept himself in shape. I shuffled back down the bed, kneeling between his knees. I decided to put yesterday's lesson into practice. I lowered my head, keeping eye contact with him and watched his reaction as I gently kissed the tip of his penis, swirling my tongue around its head. He closed his eyes and his lips parted slightly. Encouraged by his reaction, I took him further into my mouth and concentrated all my energy on pleasuring him.
I swallowed as gracefully as I could, using my finger to wipe up a bead that had leaked out of the corner of my mouth and sucking it clean.
“You are so fucking hot, you know that?” Jason grinned as he sat up and pulled me towards him.
I blushed furiously and shook my head, crawling into his lap.
“You are, baby,” he grinned, kissing me on the nose. “I can barely control myself around you.”
“You're insane,” I grinned.
He chuckled and pulled me into a hug. “I was thinking maybe we could go for a run after a light breakfast, then maybe head into town for lunch?” He said, his lips against my shoulder.
“I'd like that,” I answered as I ran my fingers through his hair. I love Jason's hair. It always smelt amazing and his curls wrapped around my fingers when I ran my fingers through it.
“Let's get dressed then,” he grinned, lifting me up with him as he stood.
We sat together on the sofa in the corner of a quaint little coffee shop. Jason had bought me a soy latte and a goat's cheese and beetroot sandwich. It was delicious.
“So, I need to talk to you about something,” Jason said seriously.
“Have I done something wrong?” I asked, my heart sinking.
“Don't be daft,” he admonished shaking his head. “You worry too much.”
I pouted and took a sip of my coffee. He sounded so serious, I thought I was about to get a telling off.
“It's about next weekend,” he said, pausing to take a sip of his own latte. “My brother asked if he could come over.”
“Oh, cool. I'd like to meet him,” I smiled. I realised that aside from the fact I knew his brother was at Newcastle University, I didn't know much about his family. Not exactly a model girlfriend.
“He'd like to meet you too,” Jason nodded. “I've never introduced him to a girlfriend before,” he admitted. If I'm not mistaken he may have even blushed a little. I was secretly very pleased that he referred to me as his girlfriend.
“How come?” I asked before I engaged my by brain-to-mouth filter.
“Eh...” Jason hedged, running his fingers through his hair. “I've never really done the girlfriend thing.”
“What?” I asked, confused. The unpleasant memory of Jason's hundred plus tally crept into my thoughts and I cringed. Not what I want to think about.
“Jamie, before you, I was never interested in anything more than...” he shrugged, and had the decency to look a littl
e guilty.
I really didn't want to think about what he'd wanted from other girls.
“When's your brother coming?” I asked, hoping to divert away from that topic of conversation.
“Saturday morning,” he answered immediately, relief washing over his face.
“Do you want me to meet him?” I asked, realising he hadn't actually asked me to, I'd just assumed.
“Of course,” he grinned. “You two are the most important people in my life, I want you to get along.”
“No pressure then,” I rolled my eyes.
Jason smiled and put his arm around my shoulder. I leant into him and he kissed the top of my head.
“You two will get on great,” he grinned. “You can compare stories about your overbearing big brothers.”
“Pfft,” I laughed. “I bet I'd win that contest easily.”
“Don't be so sure,” he grinned.
“I don't really know much about your family,” I said quietly, resting my head against his chest.
“There's only me and Ben,” Jason shrugged.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to pry,” I apologized.
“No, it's fine,” Jason shrugged. He pressed his lips against my hair and took a deep breath. “My mum walked out when I was eight and my dad has stayed in a permanent state of inebriation since the day she left.”
“Oh, I'm sorry,” I said quietly, wrapping my hand around his stomach.
“Don't be,” he shrugged. “As soon as I turned eighteen I took Ben and we left. That was the last time we saw him.”
I squeezed Jason tighter. I appreciated that he was letting me in. I knew that things like that weren’t always easy to talk about.
“I doubt he even cares we left,” Jason said, a note of bitterness in his voice.
“I can't wait to meet Ben,” I said, slipping my hand under Jason's t-shirt and running my fingers through his happy trail.
“I've met your brothers, it's only fair you meet mine,” Jason replied, stroking my hair gently.
“I hope my experience will be a bit more pleasant than yours,” I frowned, glancing up at Jason's still-discoloured eye socket.
“I'm sure it will be,” he laughed.
***
Sunday, 21st October 2012
“I had a really lovely day yesterday,” I grinned at Jason as I slipped my jeans on.
“Right there with you,” he beamed back as he pulled on his jogging bottoms. “I especially enjoyed last night.” He sauntered over to me and brushed my lip gently with his thumb. “And this morning,” he grinned wickedly.
I blushed at the memory; my orgasm tally was quickly building up. Jason never failed to drive me wild with excitement and desire. I was now even more grateful that he had shown me how to pleasure him. For one, I didn't want him getting frustrated with me, and for another, I was really quiet enjoying bringing him to climax and watching him fall apart at my touch.
“Me too,” I answered kissing his thumb as it passed over my lips.
“Got anything planned for today?” He asked as I stood up and pulled a t-shirt on.
“I promised to help my flatmates do the cleaning this evening,” I said, following him into the kitchen.
“Okay,” he nodded as he grabbed a saucepan and started making porridge. “Wanna hang out here until after lunch?”
“Yes, please,” I grinned as I put the kettle on.
We lay on the sofa together, one at each end. Jason held my feet in his hands and was gently massaging them through my socks. I had my hand up the leg of his jogging bottoms and was running my fingers through his leg hair.
“I could lay here forever and enjoy that,” I grinned up at him. “You're so nice to me.
“Only because you deserve it,” he grinned back.
I frowned. What have I done to deserve him? He's fantastic.
“Don't be so negative,” he scolded.
I'm sure he's psychic. “You're too good for me.” I shook my head sadly.
“You've got that backwards,” he grinned.
He lifted my foot and kissed the inside of my ankle. It tickled and I squirmed and giggled slightly.
“You really aren't very good at keeping still, are you?” He teased, raising his eyebrows at me.
“Not around you,” I smiled.
He smiled back at me and returned to the delightful massaging. I watched his face as he followed the movement of the football players on TV. His eyes darted back and forth as he studied them intensely. I grinned at the cute expressions he made.
I pulled my feet away and watched him frown slightly, even though his eyes were locked on the screen. I climbed over and lay down on top of him, resting my arms on his shoulders and my face on his chest. Jason wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I lay there entirely contented and watched the rest of the match with him.
We walked together, hand in hand, back to my halls. Jason seemed a little more quite and contemplative than normal.
“Is everything okay?” I asked cautiously, squeezing his hand a little tighter.
“Yeah,” he murmured distractedly. “Just thinking.”
I nodded, I didn't want to pry or nag him.
“How you handling your coursework?” He asked.
The change of flow in the conversation caught me a little off guard.
“Not too bad, I'm a little behind on my reading and I have an essay to finish tomorrow.”
Jason nodded, returning to his contemplative state.
“Why'd you ask?” I asked, wondering what had prompted the question.
“I don't want me and you to get in the way of your education,” he answered, frowning. “It was one of your brothers' rules. One I actually agree with.”
“I won't let it,” I promised.
“Well, you'll have a chance to catch up this week at least,” he said with a sigh.
“What do you mean?”
“I'll be away most of this week,” Jason shrugged.
This was news to me. How come he didn't tell me sooner? My face fell as I realised I wouldn't see him for a whole week.
“I'll be pretty busy but I might be able to text you and e-mail you and stuff,” he added as we rounded the corner to my halls.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“A few different places, meeting people for help with my thesis and gathering resources.”
I nodded, realising he hadn't really answered my question.
“Do you get your email to your phone?” He asked.
“No,” I shook my head. “It's Ian's old phone, I don't really know how to use it.”
He took my phone and fiddled with it for a few minutes, taking my account details and entering them into my phone.
“There you go,” he smiled as he handed me my phone back. “Now you'll get your email notifications just like with texts.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, still sulking that he was going away.
“Don't be grumpy, baby,” he said, pulling me into a hug.
I squeezed him back tightly, trying to snap out of my foul mood. “Sorry,” I mumbled against his t-shirt, kissing him through the fabric.
“It's okay,” he said, his lips in my hair.
I could feel his warm breath against my scalp. The effect was soothing and I felt myself relax somewhat.
“Will you sleep over tonight?” I asked, looking up at him. If I wasn't going to see him for a whole week then I wanted to make the most of the rest of the night.
“Nah,” he shook his head. “You have to clean tonight and I have to catch a train really early tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, lowering my head so he couldn't see how upset I was.
“I'll email you tomorrow, okay baby?” He said, hugging me tighter.
I nodded and squeezed him back. “I'll miss you,” I mumbled. “When will I see you next?”
“I don't know,” he shook his head. “I'll hopefully be back in time for training on Friday, but otherwise I'll be back Saturday when Ben ar
rives.”
He reached up and cupped my face in his hand. I enjoyed his warm palm against my face in the autumn chill. He looked into my eyes and guided my face towards him gently. He kissed me so softly, so tenderly. His tongue danced slowly around mine in a sensuous waltz.
“I'll miss these,” he grinned as he pulled away. “You best get inside and get warm.”
I pouted and he chuckled.
“Come on, don't be sad, I bet you're getting sick of me anyways,” he grinned.
“Never.” I shook my head adamantly.
“Good,” he smiled, holding the door open for me.
I kissed him once more, lingering a few seconds against his lips before I turned and headed up the stairs.
Chapter 27
Tuesday, 23rd October 2012
I checked my phone for the hundredth time. Still nothing from Jason. Why hasn't he text me, or e-mailed or something? I hope he's okay. I knew I was being stupid. It'd only been two days and he had said he'd be pretty busy.
“Jamie? Jamie?” Adam waved his hand in front of my face.
“Sorry,” I blushed. “I was in my own world.”
“I could see that,” he chuckled. “Can I read through your conclusion and see if I get any inspiration?” He blinked a few times and flashed me his boyish smile.
I laughed and tossed him the printout of the essay I'd been proofreading.
“Ooh, this is good,” he nodded approvingly as he speed-read the first few pages.
“No stealing,” I joked.
“I'll only copy the good bits,” he grinned.
I threw my pen at him and he dodged it and laughed.
“Alright, alright,” he sighed with mock indignation. “I guess I'll just have to make stuff up.”
I giggled as he started murmuring about 'adjectavial constructionalism' and 'constituency testicules'.
“With an imagination like that I think you're set for a 2:1 at the very least,” I grinned.
He winked back at me and returned to reading my essay.
I almost jumped out of my seat as my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was an e-mail from Jason. I grinned as I opened it.