Chapter Five

In his truck on the way to her apartment, Jason’s mind was flowing with images of Mae coming apart beneath him. He wondered what she would look like but never, in his wildest dreams, had he imagined she would she be as beautiful as the reality had been—sprawled across her desk, laid out underneath him while he played her beautiful body. Jason remembered it all in vivid detail while he resisted the urge to imagine what would happen tonight. He knew if he did that, the anticipation would be too much for his poor, tortured libido. Jason had wanted Mae since the first moment he’d seen her.

Tonight had blown him away in so many ways. To think she trusted him with her virginity, wanted him to be her first, was unbelievable. She may have tried to give it away before, but the fact she was pure for him was a heady feeling. He wouldn’t break the trust she was giving him so freely.

He would be her first.

And if things went the way he wanted them to, Jason would be her only.

Yep. He’d gone there. Truth was, it didn’t even hurt to think it. Jason hadn’t been able to get little Mae out of his mind since the moment he’d shoved her under her cubicle and she’d looked back at him with giant, scared, trusting eyes.

She’d put her life in his hands. He’d seen her face when he pulled the charger out of the plastique explosives. He’d seen her face when he’d taken down the guys who had put it there. He’d been seeing her face in his dreams.

She was it for him.

And tonight, he would show her.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Mae’s voice was hesitant, as if she were second-guessing herself. He offered her a smile, which she returned.

“I’m just grateful. This is going to be a great night, and I’m trying to figure out how to do this so I don’t scare you or hurt you.”

Her eyes widened, but not with fear. It was more of a curiosity. They darted down to the bulge in his pants, then back up to his face. He would satisfy her curiosity soon enough. First, he had to get them safely to her apartment.

Jason drove up to her house and got her out of the truck, holding her hand. They raced to her door, and she let them in before he pushed her up against the door for a thorough kiss.

“At any time, if you change your mind, stop this. I swear I’ll do what you want.” Jason was kissing her neck and, as if in response, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Her nimble fingers went to his belt buckle, but he stilled her. “Hang on, sweetheart. This is you. I want to see you. Take me to the bedroom.” Then, a thought hit him. “You got any candles you can light?” If she were moving around, doing stuff, maybe he could get his mind off how badly he wanted her. Jason was in danger of busting a nut in his jeans and didn’t want that shit to happen.

She nodded and led him to her bedroom, a comfortable place filled with pillows and soft textures. Images of the two of them sinking into decadence, wrapped in comfort, naked skin sliding against naked skin, made him lightheaded. Mae moved gracefully around the room lighting tapered candles she found in drawers, and he flipped the switch, filling the room with a warm glow.

He moved to her, and slowly, in an effort to control his randiness, unbuttoned her shirt, reveling in the erotic display of creamy skin, inch by inch.

Her pink lace bra showcased her breasts perfectly, her nipples protruding, erect and proud. Jason grasped them, squeezing gently with a small hiss. He watched eagerly as Mae slipped her hands in the waist of her skirt and lowered it, showing off a matching pair of panties.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her shoulder, pushing her to the bed.

He couldn’t wait to taste her. Jason, still dressed, lowered himself over her warm body, not wanting to rush things. The scent of her overwhelmed him, a musky sweetness he couldn’t get enough of. He kissed her legs, anxious to get to her center but forcing himself to take it slowly. For her sake.

The backs of her knees were ticklish and tasted a little salty from the sweat of the day. Mae let him maneuver her body, trusted him to show her pleasure, and for that, he very nearly came undone.

When Jason reached her apex, she hissed and arched off the bed at his inhale. Burying his nose in her sweet sex, he couldn’t get enough of her. Swiping his tongue up her folds, he explored the pink delight while she writhed and clutched his hair in her hands, pulling him closer. Mae tasted like honey, sweet and earthy, and he couldn’t get enough. He purposely didn’t hit the places that would make her scream because he wanted to prolong this, feel her squirm.

Lifting her legs so her thighs were spread for him, Jason demanded, “Hold your knees. I want you laid out for me.” Like a fucking buffet, where he would get all he could eat. Her pretty, pink pussy glistened at him, the folds swollen and wet. One more long swipe of his tongue, and then he speared her with it like a blade, delving inside while she moaned her encouragement, squeezing her thighs. He explored inside her, finding her flavor different here—cleaner, sweeter, purer—and he was reminded he was her first. Mae had probably been with other men—other men going down on her, fingering her to climax—and even though that thought made him crazy, he knew no one would come close to what he had planned for her.

Withdrawing his tongue, Jason continued lapping at her folds until he finally started paying attention to the erect nub at the top. Mae let out a wild, screeching noise he wanted to listen to all night long. He circled the bundle of nerves, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked. Mae made a feral sound, and Jason lost all thought of prolonging anything. He only wanted her pleasure.

He stuck a finger inside her while sucking on her clit, finding that spot he’d found earlier. She released her thighs and found his hair again instead, tugging on it wildly. He loved it. Eyes on her, he watched as she lost herself to the sensations, his finger massaging her g-spot, his tongue flicking her sweet spot, and she gave in to the quivering climax that had her thighs pressing his ears to his head.

Grabbing hold of her waist and clamping his mouth over her pussy, Jason drank her sweet orgasm like the life force it was.

He came up for air when she came down enough to open her eyes. Looking at him through hooded eyes, she smiled.

“Fucking delicious,” he whispered before kissing her thighs and climbing up her body.

Undoing his pants, he rolled on a condom while her eyes were closed so she wouldn’t see the size of him. He’d been known to intimidate seasoned veterans, he didn’t want to know what Mae would do. He would be gentle and go slow.

Hovering above her on his elbows, he kissed her. “Are we still on?”

“Hell yes. Please …”

Mae moaned the sexiest fucking sound at him, and it was all over. Jason nudged her entrance with his cock and slipped the head in, her eyes growing wide at the intrusion. He froze, waiting for her to adjust to his size, while stars danced in his peripheral vision. Then he inched in a bit further as she bit her lip. Rocking back on his heels, he watched her carefully. He hadn’t even gotten fully seated yet, and needed to see her reactions—all of them.

“Am I hurting you?”

She smiled weakly at him. “A little, but please don’t stop.”

Jason stayed still until he very nearly lost his mind, then he pushed in more, watching her limbs writhing below him. The noises coming out of his mouth were pretty intense, but there wasn’t anything he could do to stop his own heavy breathing and hissing.

Mae was so goddamned tight, a constant reminder of her purity and the trust she had in him. As Jason slid in once more and stilled, a low, feral noise came from the back of her throat as she gripped his forearms tightly, her toes curling, urging him to move.

“Hang on, baby. I’m not in yet.” He almost hated to tell her he was about half in and this would either hurt her or take a while. “Patience, love.”

The vision that met him left him gasping for breath. Half his dick was inside the prettiest, tightest, pinkest little pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of being inside of. He rubbed circles on her clit while he pushed in a bit more, hoping to disguise the pain.

“Just stick it in, Jason,” Mae urged on a breathy hiss.

Jason grabbed her hips and said, “Deep breath,” before he pushed himself into a blindingly tight hole. And froze.

Mae gasped but didn’t say anything else. She was biting her lip so hard he was afraid she would draw blood. Lowering himself on top of her, he held her in his arms while she adjusted to his size.

“Still okay?”

She rolled her eyes at him, and he smiled at her response. Okay, so maybe he was laying it on a little thick, but he really didn’t want to hurt her.

When she relaxed enough for him to feel comfortable doing so, he began moving, and she let out a low moan of approval, spurring him on.

Jason was in heaven. The sounds she made, coupled with his own noises of pleasure and the arcing sensations between them, made the movements they made natural and not self-serving. Instead of chasing their releases, they were enjoying the connection. And that was unheard of. For him, at least.

Mae raked her fingernails down his back as she tightened her legs around his hips. It hindered his motion a little but still gave him enough room to rock against her. He was hitting her clit with his pelvic bone, each contact eliciting a gasp from her.

Jason concentrated on moving steadily and gently instead of the sensations of her warm tightness sheathing him. If he focused on that, this would all be over. Mae was pressing herself into the bed, her hands now clutching the sheets, while her head fell back.

“Oh, God … Jason,” she whimpered, a soft sound from the back of her throat that wrapped around Jason’s balls and squeezed. Jesus, he could come just from her voice alone. “Right there. That feels good.”

Again, Jason focused on her pleasure, experimenting with the force of his thrusts. When he realized he was hitting her spot, he sat up, aiming better and shortening his strokes so he was repeatedly hitting it. He thumbed her clit and tweaked a nipple, watching her eyes roll back in her head.

Christ, she was clamping down on him hard, her pussy a vise, gripping him through her release. He’d never in his life felt anything so fucking exquisite. Jason managed to clench his eyes shut, focusing on the chrome detailing in his old truck to keep himself from blowing. When Mae was finished, she relaxed and smiled at him, and he was there again.

“Fuck, Mae,” he grunted out as he thrust twice inside her, his hips pistoning and then stilling, his hands clenching her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He opened his eyes to gaze down at her, and she looked as speechless as he did. “Mine.” He stroked her cheek softly. “You’re mine now.”