by R. J. Sable
“Fine,” he sighed and pouted, pulling me away from the wall and helping me to the ground.
He led me back towards the dance floor and I spotted the others dancing with a group of girls. Jason pulled me against him, my back to his front. He put his hands on my hips and guided my movements in time with his. I could feel his erection pressing against the small of my back. My body was betraying me as well, although thankfully it wasn't quite as obvious. I was warm, very warm and I could feel the familiar tension building between my thighs. I ground against Jason, enjoying the feel of his firm body pressed against mine. His hand rested on my lower abdomen, pushing gently, holding me tight against him. I reached behind me to wrap my arms round his neck and allowed him to continue guiding my movements. We moved so fluidly together, so in-sync. My body responded to his as if they were one and the same. It was heavenly.
I span around as one song merged into the next and stood up on my tiptoes to kiss Jason.
“I'm hot,” I complained as we broke off the kiss.
“Yes you are,” he grinned.
“That's not what I meant,” I sighed.
“Come on, let's go get you something to drink.” He kissed me on the nose.
I followed him to the bar and accepted the pink cocktail dubiously. It tasted delicious though, like aniseed and raspberries. We sat back in the booth and it wasn't long before the others joined us.
“Nobody got lucky?” I grinned at them.
“I have a girlfriend,” Ben grinned. “Hannah.”
“I got a phone number,” Grayson winked.
I looked expectantly at Josh but he just shook his head and the guys chuckled.
“There's still time,” I smiled at him.
The guys talked fighting. Ben wasn't kidding, he really was good at the maths of it all. He could not only list statistics for wins and losses, but also number of strikes, successful strikes, placement of strikes, takedowns, positional improvements – the works, and all from memory.
“That's pretty impressive,” I said, completely awestruck.
“It comes in handy,” he shrugged. “I can usually make an educated guess about who will win.”
“Surely that takes the fun out of it?” I asked curiously.
“A little,” he admitted. “But it makes it more profitable.”
“How so?” I wondered.
“Stop showing off,” Jason warned, his tone a little less playful than it had been the rest of the night.
That was the second time he'd cut Ben off when we were talking about fighting. What's his problem? I knew it was probably none of my business but it hurt anyway, I felt like he was hiding something. The discussion continued as if nothing had happened and the friendly banter continued.
I leant against Jason and yawned, snuggling into his side. I was feeling more than a little tipsy. I think I'd had four cocktails, maybe five. I wasn’t sure.
“You tired, little squirrel?” Jason asked.
I nodded sleepily and he pulled me onto his knee.
“Let's get you home,” he smiled and his eyes danced with the same fire I'd seen on the dance floor earlier. Get me home now.
I giggled as Jason shut the bedroom door behind me. He raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. I tried in vain to find the zipper on my dress but I just couldn't quite manage.
“Here, let me help you, little squirrel,” he said gently as he undid my zipper.
“You can't call me that,” I giggled.
“I can and I will,” he nodded his head. He slid my dress off and helped me step out of it, holding me tight so I didn't lose my balance. He hung it on the back of his chair, keeping his arm around me. He slipped his hand round my back and undid my bra in one fluid motion.
“You're a little too good at that,” I pouted.
“Shh, baby, you're drunk,” he admonished.
“Why are you so good at it?” I demanded, wobbling slightly.
“You don't want to talk about that baby. Let's just get you undressed and into bed.”
“You want to get me naked?” The giggles were back.
“Always,” he smiled as he helped me step out of my knickers.
He lifted me into bed and started undressing himself. I sat up and watched him.
“You're a giggler,” Jason grinned as he pulled his shirt off.
I clapped my hands excitedly as he bent down, pulling his boxers off. “I like you naked too.”
“Good to know,” Jason grinned as he got into bed and pulled me back so I was lying down again. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“You want to sleep?”
“Yes, you're drunk,” he said, rolling over and pushing his front against my back, holding me in his arms.
“But... but...”
Apparently I'm a horny drunk. I wiggled my backside against him provocatively. He pulled away from me slightly and sighed against my hair. Annoyed that my plan had failed, I freed one of my hands and slipped it behind me, searching for him clumsily.
“What are you doing, Jamie?” He chided, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his crotch.
“I wanna play,” I whined, rolling onto my back.
“I know, baby,” he chuckled. “But I promised your brother I wouldn't take advantage of you if you got drunk.” He rolled onto his front, effectively denying me access to the goods.
“I'm only a little drunk, and I won't tell them,” I pleaded.
“You're very drunk,” he frowned. “And you suck at lying.”
I pouted, trying to think up colourful ways of seducing him. I have no weapons in this war. I had no idea what I was doing and my brain was a little fuzzy. Then inspiration struck.
“But you have to check my homework,” I grinned.
Jason pushed up onto his elbows and studied me with a sumptuously dark intensity flickering in his eyes.
“Are you serious?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.
I nodded and grinned up at him. He looked pensive for a second but rolled onto his side and pulled the cover off of me anyway.
“Turn the light on then,” he ordered, his tone changing from gentle and cautious to a lower, commanding growl which evoked the delicious tightening of my inner muscles.
I reached over and switched the bedside light on. I wasn't giggling anymore. It was much harder to be confident when the lights were on. What was I thinking? I was having serious second thoughts. Although admittedly it seemed a lot less daunting with the liquid courage running through my veins. I can do this. Do it for Jason.
“You can do it baby,” Jason urged gently, the fire in his eyes increasing.
He always knows what I'm thinking.
“Want me to help you get started?” His lips curled upwards.
I nodded enthusiastically. It'll be much easier if Jason helps. He lifted himself over me and kissed me passionately before trailing small kisses down from the corner of my mouth to my ear lobe, nibbling gently. I groaned as I felt his breath moving down my neck, his tongue trailing across my collarbone.
My back arched towards him as his tongue encircled my nipple. His fingers worked their magic on my other breast. Pushing gently with his knees, he spread my legs and knelt back. He took my hands and lifted them up to his face. He kissed each gently on the palm and placed them on my breasts.
“Your turn,” he whispered seductively.
He put his hands on my legs and began tickling my shins gently. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I started mirroring his actions on my nipples. They were already standing to attention from Jason's touch. I kept my eyes closed tight but I knew Jason was watching. He continued tickling, encouraging me gently. I could hear his breathing, he wasn't panting but it was definitely faster than normal.
He removed his hand from my leg and I felt it again on my right hand, guiding it down to between my legs. This is it. I was definitely grateful for the alcohol. I slipped one finger between my inner lips. Wow, I'm more than a little excited.
I mimicked the movements Jason always made, foc
ussing most of my attention on my clit. I felt Jason bend down and kiss the inside of my thigh as he continued stroking my legs. Knowing Jason was watching my every move was both mortifying and hot. I was building a lot faster with Jason there. I removed my other hand from my breast and brought it down, slipping one finger inside myself and bringing me closer to the edge. My breathing was rushed as I worked my fingers faster, my back arching from the bed as I neared release. Just as the pressure became unbearable, I felt my muscles clench around my fingers and my whole body tightened before I collapsed onto the bed.
Chapter 31
Sunday, 28th October 2012
“Morning sleepyhead,” Jason murmured against my hair.
“Morning,” I yawned, stretching out against him, a little disorientated.
I took a second to collect my bearings. I felt fine, a little thirsty maybe but otherwise fine. I'd slept pretty well actually. I always sleep well with Jason. I cuddled up against Jason's chest and kissed each of his pecks. I didn't remember falling asleep. I blushed as I thought about what I'd done last night. Oh God, did I fall asleep straight after that? I bolted upright and buried my face in my hands.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry,” I groaned. “I did... I did... that and then I just fell asleep and neglected you,” I mumbled into my hands.
Jason chuckled and pulled himself up so that he was sat behind me. “You didn't neglect me, baby,” he mollified me. “I wouldn't have let you do anything like that whilst you were drunk.”
That was quite sweet. I didn't really understand why, but I appreciated the gesture.
“Thanks for looking after me,” I blushed, taking his hands and kissing them gently.
“Anything for you, my little squirrel.”
Jason climbed off the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor, throwing his t-shirt at me.
“Thought you might want to take a shower,” he said, slipping his boxers on. “I'm going to fetch us some OJ.” He slipped out the door and I pulled his t-shirt on and nipped into the bathroom. I'd just flushed the toilet when the door opened.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, my eyes widening with shock at his rude interruption of my private bathroom time.
“Bringing you some juice, what does it look like?” Jason grinned, shutting the door behind him and handing me a glass.
“But I could have been on the toilet!” I said with disbelief.
“So?” He laughed.
“So, you can't see me pee!” I exclaimed.
“I don't mind,” he grinned wickedly.
“I mind!” I protested.
He laughed and I drank my orange juice and continued frowning at him. Does this man have no boundaries? He opened the shower door and pulled off his boxers. He turned around to face me and I couldn't help notice the raging erection he was holding in his hand.
“You coming?” He winked. It was impossible to miss the double meaning in that sentence.
A shower with Jason? There was no way I was saying no to that. “Yes, please,” I grinned, pulling off the t-shirt and following him into the shower, my previous objections to his bathroom invasion long forgotten. I closed the shower screen behind me and stepped under the warm water.
I couldn't take my eyes off Jason's hand. There was something so hot about the sight of him with his large hand wrapped around his even larger member. I took a step closer, pushing my body against his. My nipples slipped against his wet chest, causing them to harden.
“You,” he said, cupping my chin and bringing my eyes to meet his. “Were so fucking hot last night.”
I blushed furiously and tried to avert my gaze but he held my chin in place.
“You shouldn't be embarrassed, baby,” he admonished. “You need to be more confident.”
“I just can't believe I did it,” I blushed shyly.
“I'm glad you did,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “I want you to be comfortable with me.”
“I'm more comfortable with you than I am with myself,” I grinned, running my fingers down his wet back and over his firm buttocks.
He put his hands on my shoulders and span me around. I heard him squirt a bottle and felt his fingers against my skin. He massaged the shampoo in, his strong fingers rubbing circles against my head. It was heavenly. Sighing with pleasure, I leant back against his chest and enjoyed the sensations. He lavished attention on every inch of my hair, rubbing the liquid into every strand from root to tip. He repeated the process with the conditioner before rinsing my hair.
“Put your hands up here,” he said, gesturing to the tiled wall.
I did as I was told and heard him reaching for another bottle. He began rubbing small circles of body wash into my skin, starting at my wrists and moving down my arms. From my arms, he travelled down my back, his strong fingers massaging my shoulders. He spent a few minutes squeezing and teasing my buttocks, occasionally slipping one soapy finger between my cheeks and eliciting a shocked gasp at the sensation of his finger on a hitherto untouched region of my body.
Stopping only to stand up and get more body wash, he proceeded to massage my legs, front and back. I felt his front pressed against my back, his erection hard against me. He started massaging the fragrant liquid into my breasts, kneading, squeezing, and stroking in the perfect rhythm. He stopped and I almost begged him for more, but I felt his soapy fingers travel over my stomach, down over my navel to between my thighs. His fingers slipped easily between my folds, gently stroking and teasing.
I kept my hands on the wall and braced myself against it. The tingles shooting through my body were incredible. Jason bent his head to trail kisses down the side of my neck. I leant my head back and rested it on his shoulder, giving him better access. His hands continued their torturous pattern, bringing me closer and closer to my much-needed release. It wasn't long before I came apart in his hands. My knees buckled beneath me but Jason snaked his hand around my waist and held me up against him.
Wow. He never fails to please. I turned around and wrapped my arms around him.
“Thank you,” I grinned.
“Again, you don't need to thank me,” he kissed my nose.
“I really do,” I beamed.
He chuckled and reached for his shampoo.
“My turn,” I demanded, holding my hand out expectantly.
He grinned and handed me the bottle.
“You sure you can reach?” He teased.
I scowled and pouted as I poured the shampoo into my hand. I reached up and realised he was right. He chuckled and bowed his head to make it easier for me. I'd shaved my brother's heads tonnes of times, I always used to give them scalp massages afterwards when I washed their hair, so I sort of knew what I was doing.
I could have done it for hours, I loved Jason's hair. I knew there were bigger and better things waiting for me though, so I forced myself onwards. I grabbed his body wash and motioned for him to turn around. He grinned and kissed me on the nose before complying. I rubbed the lather into his back, pushing gently along each of the muscles in his broad neck and shoulders. I worked my way down to his buttocks, admiring the way the muscles rippled as he tensed. I washed both of his legs and the tops of his feet.
“Turn around, please,” I asked sweetly as I stood up.
He turned around and pulled me against him, the tip of his penis pushing against my lower belly. He pressed himself against me suggestively.
“I'm not done yet,” I scolded, grinning broadly.
Jason raised his palms and kissed me on the forehead before lowering his hands to my hips. I began lathering circles on his chest. His body is incredible. I'd seen every inch now and I loved it. I traced his abs, and dropped down to my knees as I reached his erection. I looked up as I took him in both my soapy hands. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly. He rested one arm on the wall of the shower, placing his other hand on my shoulder. I made sure he was thoroughly clean before I allowed the water to wash the suds away.
“You think I'm clean now?” Jason p
outed as he looked down at me.
“Not quite,” I blushed, looking back up at him, my wet hair sticking to my face.
I brushed the hair away and took him gently into my mouth. I let his hand guide me, wanting to give him the best possible orgasm. I swirled my tongue continuously, applying pressure as he slipped in and out of my mouth with increasing urgency. I swallowed quickly as he tensed against me, his fingers still intertwined with my hair as he thrust one final time.
I stood up, licking my lips and beamed at him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, my arms on his chest. We stood under the warm water in silence, enjoying the embrace.
“You're awesome,” he grinned as he turned the water off.
“You're not so bad yourself,” I beamed back at him.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and insisted on giving me a thoroughly good towelling before letting me cover up.
I made the boys pancakes for breakfast and we sat around the kitchen table to eat together.
“Ugh, my head!” Josh groaned as I passed him the plate of pancakes.
“Ditto,” Ben moaned.
“Serves you right,” Jason laughed as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.
“How's your head, Jamie?” Ben asked.
“I'm fine,” I smiled. “I've never had a hangover.”
“That's wildly unfair!” Josh complained.
I grinned and tucked into my pancakes.
We spent the rest of the day playing games on the console. I was useless at it so I functioned as cheerleader whilst the boys shot at each other on the screen. I disappeared into the kitchen in the afternoon to fix some sandwiches. Jason joined me, wanting to help.
“It's okay, Jason,” I said, enjoying his hands on my waist. “I can fix this. Go have fun with your brother.”
“I want to help,” he insisted.
I let him butter the bread and we worked together side by side. I smiled to myself as I realised how comfortable this felt. Making food together in the kitchen, showering together, sleeping together. Everything felt so right with Jason. I hope he doesn't mind that we haven't had sex yet.
It's not like I didn't want to. I really, really did, but I'd watched my brothers bring home girl after girl, sending them on their way without a second thought once they were done with them. I didn't want to be one of many. I wanted what Elise and Karl had. Karl was her first boyfriend and everybody could see they were meant for each other.