BRITTANY
His arms around my body feel better than any arms that have ever held me. Granted, I don’t allow much cuddling with my other men.
That kind of thing leads to real feelings and I don’t like anything real to come up between me and anyone. I like to keep my business mine alone.
In turn, I stay out of other’s personal affairs as well. No need to be jumping into other people’s goings on. I haven’t had the slightest interest in anyone’s business in forever.
Well, since I caught Jason the last time, anyway. Six years ago.
Damn, that’s a long time to have been closed off!
I haven’t thought a thing was wrong with me. Not once!
Then here comes my old flame, and he makes me see myself in a way I never have. I kind of hate that.
I’ve been thinking of myself as a strong woman. A woman who knows how to give as good as she gets. Sex-wise, I am ruthless in all ways, giving pleasure and accepting it.
My men are well taken care of in the physical needs department. And they take good care of me. Although, I do have to admit to myself that none hold a candle to how Jason made me feel when we made love.
Maybe it’s because I don’t make love with any of my men. We merely have sex. And that was good enough for me. Until Jason Brennan came back into my life.
His damp, warm breath is on the back of my neck. Where his arm is laid over my side, the weight of it reminds me of the handful of times I managed to get to spend nights with him when I was younger.
My heart aches as I remember thinking most of those nights how one day he and I would have our own house. I’d be his little wifey, and we’d have some kids and a few pets.
When I tried to discuss what kind of plans he had for the future, he’d blow me off. He’d tell me that I was going to college and would forget all about him.
Maybe that’s why he sought attention from other females. Maybe he honestly thought I was going to college and get smart and dump him. I never thought about it like that before.
The messing around may have been more of a self-defense mechanism. It’s a thing I do as well. To make sure none of the men I see get the idea they’re important to me, I never see any of them more than once a week.
It’s ever-present in my mind that eventually, any man will cheat. So I’ve built this wall to keep them out. I am honest about things with them all. All seven of my men.
Each offers me something the others don’t. Josh is my great-looking boy toy that I like to take out when I have people I like to impress. The two of us make a fantastic looking couple, and he’s charming too.
The two of us evoke a lot of envy from other couples at social functions. It’s a thing I like. But it’s all an act. Josh and I know that. No one else does, though.
I have various circles of friends and acquaintances. There is a man for each one. Serious situations, like work, require a man who is impressive, mentally.
So I have Ugly Ryan for those times. He’s a total nerd and has scars on his face from a severe case of acne in his teen years. He attributes the acne to the fact he was so busy learning that he seldom bathed.
He bathes now, of course, or I’d have nothing to do with him. But he still has no idea how to dress, wearing jeans and T-shirts all the time as they’re the easiest thing for him to buy and put on, I assume.
When I take him to a business function, I buy him a nice suit and send him to my salon first, so they can get him as nice looking as one can get Ugly Ryan. They manage to make him presentable and that’s all I can ask.
Jason moves and his cock presses into the small of my back. I wiggle a little and feel it pulse.
I really, really want a taste of this stubborn man. No matter what he says, I know he can’t be faithful to me or anyone else. A little of the old feelings he used to give me will be enough for me.
I think.
Moving my hand behind me, I ease it over his cock and feel it pulse again. At this rate, it shouldn’t take any time to get him erect and he’ll wake up with such a need he won’t keep this crap up of waiting for tomorrow.
My body heats as I stroke him over his pajama bottoms and feel him grow with each one. I have to feel the actual appendage that shows up in my dreams from time to time, even though I’ve hated the man it belonged to.
He makes a little groan as my hand slips under the elastic waistband of his PJ bottoms and I find he still isn’t a fan of wearing underwear as my hand finds only the soft skin covering his already hard organ.
My mouth starts to water, as I’d love to run my tongue over that magnificent piece of man meat. Turning over, I face him and find him still sleeping, but a slight grin is on his lips.
Fuck it! I’m going to do it!
I slide down, slow and easy so as not to wake him. He’ll be very happy when he does wake up.
Easing his bottoms down just enough to let his erection free, I lick my lips in anticipation of having his huge cock in my mouth again after six, long-ass years.
Running my hands up and down the long, hard length, I press my lips to the top and kiss my old friend. And suddenly I’m young again and with the man I loved more than life itself.
His silky skin feels amazing on my lips as I slide them over the bulbous head and then the wide girth of his gift. He fills my mouth entirely and I love the familiar taste of him.
Making slow strokes, I take every bit of him in and suppress a gag as he moves into my throat. Now I hear a low groan and he moves a bit, stroking his cock into my mouth.
For a second, my mind goes to how this son of a bitch must be used to getting such attention in the middle of the night from his plethora of female companions who all think he’s their man and theirs alone. But then I shake that off as his hand flows through my hair.
“Baby, yes,” he moans.
His use of the vague term baby has my Spidey senses on high alert. But the way he moves my head with his large hand as he pumps his cock into me has me forgetting about that and thinking only about what I have going on right now.
It’s not very easy to go down on a man you both love and hate, but mostly distrust with every fiber of your being. Yet I can’t seem to stop.
The feeling this act invokes in me has my body bypassing my brain and it wants this man right now, no matter what he’s done to me in the past or will in the future.
He rolls onto his back to give me better access to him and I move my body in between his legs. One hand, I sneak under his shirt and run it all over those hilly abs he’s managed to build to perfection.
I moan and it makes him moan, “Yes, Britt. That feels so good.”
Yeah, he knew it was me!
At least I have that off my mind. He doesn’t think he’s with one of his other chicks.
It gives me a new confidence and I move my mouth over him a little faster as he makes those familiar noises that I didn’t even realize I had been longing to hear. If anyone had told me that I’d one day be sucking off this man of my own free will, I’d have told them to get the fuck out of here.
But here I am trying my best to please him. Fast and hard I move, running my tongue along the long underside of his hard cock as he pulls my hair.
A bit of pre-cum oozes out and I go crazy for more, but he yanks my hair hard and pulls my head up. I’m flipped around and on my back before I can even protest. His pajama bottoms and T-shirt are pulled off and flung away with a few quick swipes of material.
He slams into me as he looks into my eyes. His are full of a hunger I haven’t seen in far too long. A real desire for me. Not like the others. Not like any man I’ve been with since him.
Jason looks like the man I belong to. I always have, and now I think I just might always belong to him. He alone has the power to look at me and make my insides melt.
I shriek with the way his cock fills me, spreading me in only the way he can. “Jason!”
“Say it, baby,” he tells me as he thrusts into me again.
“Jason!”
My fingers press into his biceps as I hold them. Those masterpieces of human muscle alone could make me hot for him. His body has become some kind of sculpted masterpiece.
Jason between my legs, looking down at me as he sends his hard, huge cock deep into my recesses, is better than I even remembered. Not that I allowed myself to think about this a lot. But in my dreams, he would invade my mind at times and this is better than any of the dreams.
One tear falls from his right eye and my heart erupts.
“I love you, Jason.”
In a split second, with four words, I’ve sealed my fate.
He is in my heart again. And this will surely be the end of me.