17
| SUMMER |
TUESDAY
(Time: Exactly thirty-eight hours later.)
Jason isn’t simply eating my pussy, he’s downright feasting on it.
And after two crazy intense orgasms in a row, he’s effectively turned my legs to Jell-O. I’m ready to collapse. But instead of taking pity on my poor, exhausted pussy, he simply relocates me, laying me down flat on the ottoman like a virgin sacrifice, before spreading my legs wide and dipping his head back down to continue right where he left off.
“You have only yourself to blame, sweetheart,” he says simply before leisurely sucking my clit into his mouth.
Feeling my legs start to tremble in earnest as he increases the pressure and starts in on round three, I babble, I plead, I argue that there’s no way in the world I’ll be able to come again.
He ignores me.
Some long, torturous minutes later, a flood of wetness gushes out of me.
Accompanied shortly after by a low, deep groan from him.
It’s only then that I realize I’ve been gripping his cock and mindlessly stroking it while he’s been making me come with his mouth.
And just like that, all my zapped energy is back. I somehow manage to quell my embarrassment and shift onto my side so I can lick the head of his cock…while he’s still licking me.
His thighs harden to granite and his hips arch into me, sending his shaft sliding past my lips. Once, twice.
He quickly pulls himself out. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep this up.”
“Good,” I reply shyly, running my tongue along his entire throbbing length.
“You don’t want me to lose control, baby. Not now.”
I gently squeeze the base of his cock and suck on the broad tip before answering, “It’s not about control. It’s about me wanting you to…”
I feel my face flush. But somehow, I manage to pull up my big girl panties and boldly go where I’ve never gone before. “I want you to…fuck my mouth…like you said you would…while you…while you…”
Gah, who am I kidding? I can’t finish that sentence out loud.
Jason spears his hand through my hair and locks his gaze on mine. “Are you telling me you want to give me head while I suck on your clit? Fuck your pussy with my tongue?”
Oh my god. Instead of answer in actual coherent words—an impossible expectation at this point—I slip my lips over his cock again and simply nod.
He groans and pushes himself deeper until he’s nudging my throat. Then he shifts his stance so he’s able to run his tongue over the lips of my pussy and lap at my clit while he shuttles his shaft in and out of my mouth.
I last almost three whole seconds before I find myself moaning uncontrollably around his hard cock. I can’t control it. Not with him thrusting his tongue and cock into me at the same time.
The combined assault quickly throws me over the edge.
My pussy convulses hard, and I feel my brain whiting out as a blinding orgasmic tidal wave crashes into me…before I promptly pass out.
I barely even register that he’s carrying me to my bed until I feel the soft mattress underneath me.
My eyelids are heavy as I blink up at him slowly. He’s kissing his way gently up my body as he climbs over me, his intense green eyes watching me intently. “You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks as he gently rocks his erection against my core.
Oh. It’s finally time. That’s what all this was for. I feel my heart swell in my chest in belated understanding. I nod then and hold onto his biceps as he positions himself at my entrance and begins rubbing the head of his cock gently against my clit.
Suddenly, he stops with a harsh, heartfelt curse. “Damn it. I forgot to grab some condoms.” He actually looks surprised by that fact.
I’m admittedly only half listening. Because he’s still rubbing my clit with the hot, hard head of his cock.
“Shit, Summer, you’re soaking my dick.” He shifts and starts sliding the entire length of his shaft against me now, drenching him from base to tip. With a groan, he stops himself again. “I should really go get a condom.”
He really doesn’t sound like he wants to. And to be honest, the thought of him leaving in the middle of this to go get a condom seems highly unnecessary. “I am on the pill,” I inform him then. “We don’t have to use one, unless you want to.”
He stills.
But even though his eyes are glazing over with hunger, his expression looks…conflicted.
I’m puzzled. I’d always heard that it feels better for guys without a condom.
“Taking you bareback...” His cock pulses between my legs. But again, his eyes cloud with doubt, as if he’s struggling with the entire notion. “It’s just…I’ve never not used a condom before.”
And that’s when it all clicks together. Of course he hasn’t. What billionaire would have sex with someone without a condom? Have I learned nothing from my own birth?
The reminder that I was my mother’s failed attempt at a get-rich blackmailing scheme is a sobering splash of ice cold water. I sit up immediately and cover myself with the blankets. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I say, embarrassed. “I’ll wait here while you get the condoms.”
A look of concern crosses his features. “What just happened?” He cups my cheek. “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?”
There’s no way I can tell him. Of all the things my mother has made me ashamed of throughout our lives, her getting knocked up with me to try and squeeze some money from some random rich guy tops the list.
Most kids simply get yelled at when they annoy their parents. Me? I got punished with the truth behind my conception.
And the older I got, the more detailed she got. She made sure I knew that she’d never actually wanted me, that I should be grateful that she kept me even when the man who’d thought she was on contraceptives—because she’d told him she was—refused to pay more than a measly ten grand to make us both go away.
I hate that the whole thing has the power to affect me still.
“Talk to me, Summer.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shoving back the tears. “I ruined the mood just now, didn’t I?”
“Forget about that.” He gathers me in his arms and cuddles me close. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Strangely, I do. But…not now. Not like this. “Another time, I promise.”
He nods and just continues to hold me.
“I’m sorry I got all caught up in my head,” I say, frowning, wholly upset at myself for screwing up our perfect night so badly.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry. For forgetting the condoms. Seems like that was the trigger.” Stroking his hand down my back, he adds quietly, “For what it’s worth, I didn’t mean anything by the condom thing. I wasn’t hesitating because…”
“Because you didn’t trust I was telling the truth about being on the pill?” I finish for him.
He sighs. “I swear, that thought never crossed my mind. Not with you.”
“But it’s a reality you have to be careful of, right?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
I slip my hand into his and rest my head against his chest. “People suck sometimes.”
A chuckle ripples out of him. “Yes, sometimes they do.”
He shifts against me and I’m surprised—or shocked, more like—to feel his erection still going strong.
“You’re still…”
“Hard?” he supplies helpfully. “Yes, well, you’re still a virgin. I’m not so sure the status of the first is going to change until the status of the second does as well.”
My face heats bright red. “Oh. That…makes sense. I just thought with my meltdown and all, that you’d be turned off to the whole thing.”
“Nope. I’m a guy. It takes kind of a lot to turn ‘it’ off after we’re turned on,” he informs me with a grin. “And honey, when I’m around you, ‘hard’ is sort of my cock’s default.”
I’m not sure I should be finding this whole talk so darn romantic, but I really do. “You mean you still want to…tonight?”
I feel the muscles of his torso tense. “Do you still want to?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
* * *
“Breathe, baby.”
After kissing me senseless for a good ten minutes, Jason spent at least another ten minutes making me come again. And again.
I am thus now dripping wet…and still only able to take half his huge cock inside me.
I can tell this isn’t easy for him either. His breathing is severely labored, his eyes wild with lust, and every muscle in his body looks corded with strain.
But he’s being so gentle, so careful, even while his entire frame continues to vibrate with tension as he rocks gently against me, easing his cock into me, inch by slow, gradual inch.
Truthfully, I’m seriously starting to question the mechanical logistics of it all.
“J-Jason…I-I think you’re too big,” I manage to gasp out after he somehow manages to work in another impossibly thick inch.
“No, I’m not. Just try to relax,” he says, though his own voice sounds anything but. He circles his thumb around my clit and I gasp, almost entirely out of breath, as I feel him slide in another few hard inches.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart.” With pain and worry etched into his features, he kisses me deeply, tenderly for a long second…before driving the rest of the way into me in one long, smooth thrust.
Oh, god.
It’s too much, too hard, and I feel like I’m going to split at the seams. Not knowing what else to do, I dig my fingernails into his back, fighting back the tears.
“I’m so sorry, Summer,” he whispers raggedly, sounding even more tortured than I feel. “Do you want me to stop?”
Surprisingly, I find myself shaking my head. With each passing second, the pain is subsiding. Even though it still hurts, there’s pleasure buried right under the surface as well. I just…can’t seem to reach it. But I don’t want to stop trying. “Keep going. Please.”
Lips fused to mine, he begins gently thrusting into me again.
It still hurts, but not so much that I can’t register how incredible it now feels to have him filling me so deeply.
Really incredible.
I wrap my legs around his waist and press my hips against his.
“Fuck. Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I can barely hear him. All I can focus on is the feel of his cock pumping into me. But I don’t want it gentle anymore. I need the friction, the force. I’m breathless though so unable to ask. All I can do is dig my nails into his back and arch into him, silently beg for more.
“Damn it, Summer.” Flush against me, filling me to the hilt, his arms are locked with tension as he stares down at me, his eyes a combination of concern and undiluted lust.
“Harder, Jason. Please. It’s…” I can’t put into words what it is I need. And I feel my pussy starting to pulse in frustration around his thick shaft.
A low, heartfelt groan rumbles out of him.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” His forehead drops against mine as he mutters thickly, “I need to come.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper and I feel him tense.
That’s when he starts fucking me.
His hands find mine and pin them beside my head. “Tight. Perfect. Pussy,” he growls between thrusts, driving into me harder, deeper, his strokes growing less and less controlled with each passing second. “Come for me. Now, baby. So I can feel you coming while I fill you up with my cum.”
That’s all it takes to make me explode.
My pussy spasms around him, and his mouth fuses over mine almost ruthlessly as he plunges into me one last time.
I feel a flood of warmth as he spills his cum inside me, his mouth buried against my throat, licking, sucking between murmured words I’m too far gone to understand.
I’m not sure how long I float around in my head after my orgasm melts away, but it’s a nice place to be. Peaceful.
I feel Jason snuggle me in closer, but one look at his face tells me he’s out, fully asleep and doing it out of pure instinct.
It occurs to me then that after all this time waking him up over the past few months, I’ve actually never seen him asleep until now.
It’s…soothing.
I curl back in bed against him. And for the first time in a really long time, my brain just feels calm. Content.
And I drift off to sleep in his arms.