Kat
I’m still dripping when he picks me up—his love, his ragdoll. Any ordinary day, I’m nothing more than a plaything to his rippling muscles, but after the art that his tongue just performed on me, I’m putty in his hands.
And for every bit that I am limp, his rock-hard man meat makes up for it. I’ve never had anyone like Jason before.
No one has ever made me crave sex with them as much as he has. Even being totally satisfied, I am still ready for more with him.
He makes me stand up and face him in front of the wall. Picking one leg up, he positions himself before me and stares into my eyes as he enters deeply inside of me in one swift thrust. I know he’s wanted this since the moment he saw me again, and there’s nothing I want more.
Not a word is said between us. I can feel the blood, sweat, and debris on his shoulders from the escape. He enters me fully, balls deep, and only one thought remains in my mind: Jason.
I can feel his sinew and muscle tighten, stretch, and tighten again as I’m lifted up nearly a foot higher and lowered back down onto him again, his cock remaining in me the whole time. I love this man as I’ve never loved any man.
His pace quickens, and I know he loves how this feels just as much as I do. I tighten my pussy on his cock. He loses his rhythm for a second, moaning as his passion builds.
He recovers quickly and continues his practiced stride in me.
I tell myself that I’ll hold out for him, that I’ll wait and come with him, but I know the lie even as I think it. I can’t hold it any longer. My eyes roll back, I throw my head back, and I scream his name out. “Jason!”
Quickly, a calloused hand comes over my mouth, silencing me, reminding me that more of them, whoever they are, could still be out there. That we’re only safe if they don’t find us. That they’ll never stop looking for us.
I fear I went too far as he pulls back his hand—a hand that could just as easily have ended my life, a hand that has ended many others.
He moves his hand to the back of my head and puts his mouth over mine; kissing me as deeply and passionately as his cock is fucking me.
I want this to last forever. I want this to be all that there is. The two of us, and nothing else in the world.
Except maybe if we were to bring another into this world.
Is it crazy to want that when everything else around us is crumbling apart? I know what kind of man he is, but does he know what kind of father he could be?
He thrusts himself more deeply into me, and his breath quickens. His mouth moves down to my neck where he kisses me. I know it’s coming, and I can’t help myself.
He thrusts one last time, grunting and moaning into my neck, and as his cum fills me. I’m launched into another wave of ecstasy.
He lowers me down to the ground and pulls me more tightly against him. I know he has nothing left in him. He’s filled me up until our cum is mingled and running down my thighs. We stay there, cradled in each other’s arms, forgetting every care in the world, even if only for a second.
This is our time right now. And he’s earned his rest.
I don’t wake up from my sated post-orgasmic haze until I hear the urgency in his voice.
“We have to keep moving.”
This is his training kicking in again. He was always on guard, always on mission, moving endlessly toward his objective and letting nothing stand in his way. Nothing about that has changed.
“I trust you, Jason. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Do you have a place?”
I was worried he would ask me this. Since the second he came back into my life, there was only one other person that I could think of. She won’t be happy to see us.
“Yes, it’s not far from here.”
He can sense my hesitation.
“What is it?”
“After you were gone, I came here once, years later,” I admit. “You weren’t here. I had no idea how to find you. But I did find someone. Someone who helped me forget.”
He waits for me to continue. He’s not the jealous type. “You two have a lot in common.” This gives him pause. “Just please try to remember that she’s a friend, my friend, and she’s someone who can help us.”
He silently nods his assent.
We carefully emerge from the shelter of the building. I try to watch every direction at once, eyes darting around, looking at everything but seeing nothing.
Jason walks on as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, but I’m sure he sees more than I could possibly be aware of.
It’s a short walk to Kristen’s, but it feels like it takes forever, exposed as we were out in the open. I can’t believe I’m taking Jason there.
After we enter her building, I knock on the door and reflexively turn toward the hidden camera mounted next to the door. Jason doesn’t move his head, but I know he sees it as well.
The door buzzes, and I push my way through. The room is dim with very little furniture in it, leaving wide-open spaces between.
Kristen walks up to me, all smiles, kissing both cheeks. Her eyes take a careful appraisal of me while her face is blocked from Jason’s view.
“Who’s your toy?” She turns to Jason. “What are you, Rangers? Seals? Black ops? I can tell by the way you move that you’re something.”
Jason remains silent.
“Kristen, this is Jason.”
Her face changes as she regards the six-foot, two-inch man in front of her, and she almost seems to back away from him.
She knows exactly who he is now.
Without saying another word, she launches herself at him, a knife coming out of nowhere. I stand out of the way. I know that Jason can handle himself, and I think they need to do this to measure each other before either of them will feel safe.
The fight doesn’t take long. Neither suffer any significant injuries, just a few bruises and scrapes. To me, it appears that they just stop, but I know that to both of them, there’s a clear victor.
Kristen, still breathing heavily, looks back at me.
“We need your help, Kristen. They’re after us again. I don’t know if they will stop this time.”
“You can stay here, of course. I’ll let you get cleaned up and get some rest. And I’ll get you some food. Then we’ll figure something out. I have clothes for you, Kat.” She looks at Jason. “You may be a little harder. How do you feel about sequins, or pants with an embroidered ‘Juicy’ on the back?”
He ignores her and we head to the bathroom.
Taking our clothes off, Jason gets in the shower. I follow and start to clean his back. The simple act, so familiar from days gone by, calms me.
He keeps his back to me, pretending not to notice the door opening again as Kristen gets in to join us.
Kristen starts to kiss my neck and shoulders. I wait, wondering what he’ll say when it clicks just what kind of friendship Kristen and I had.
Jason turns around and looks at us, and I start to kiss Kristen, my eyes on his the whole time as I pull her between us.