Chapter 6

Jana

All the confidence I had held onto through dinner was definitely now gone. I didn’t know if it was the wine from the restaurant or Jason’s kind mannerisms, but I was definitely feeling like a girl on her first date. We rode the elevator in silence, but not an awkward silence, more of a sensing each other’s closeness kind of silence. I could feel his heat next to me, and though I really wanted to reach over and grab his hand, or something in that area, I kept my hands folded in front of me, grasping onto my keys. He had worn his turquoise button up and black pants, the outfit I loved the most on him. His eyes reflected the deep hues of his shirt and his stance was calm and relaxed.

The door to the elevator opened and we walked side by side down the hall until we reached my place. He waited patiently as I fiddled with the doorknob. My key always got stuck in the lock.

“You still haven’t gotten that fixed? I can take a look at it before I leave,” he said, smiling.

“It’s okay. I called the super, and he is going to send someone up in a few days,” I said, knowing full well I was completely lying. I didn’t want him to waste our time together fiddling with a lock we both know just needed to be replaced. In fact, we had had this conversation days before I stopped calling him, after a night where we slept with the keys still dangling from the doorknob.

When we got inside, I flipped the lights on, and Jason walked directly into the living room where he always went. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked through the room, looking at the pictures hanging on the walls. He smiled at a picture of the four of us taken the first night I met him. I hadn’t put it up until recently, so he hadn’t seen it before.

“I’m going to grab the wine,” I said walking into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home.”

“Let me know if you need help,” he yelled from the living room.

I stopped for a moment and looked around, feeling completely displaced in my own apartment. My nerves were bubbling up inside of me, and I needed them to calm down. I needed to act like nothing was on my mind. I pulled the glasses down and opened the bottle of wine. After pouring wine into both glasses, I looked down at mine and picked it up, tipping the bottom, and chugging the entire glass. I refilled the glass and set the bottle on the counter, not wanting him to know I just did that.

“You want to hear something funny?” It was time I confessed.

“Sure,” he said taking a glass from me and sitting down on the couch.

“I really didn’t know the guy from the party that well,” I said, sitting down next to him. “In fact, it was our first date.”

“Oh, why did you bring him to your best friend’s engagement party then?”

“Honestly?” I said, watching him shake his head. “To make you jealous. I know it’s horrible, and I am really sorry, but I didn’t know you were going to go nuts and start a fight with him. Either way, it was wrong….”

He set his glass down quickly and grabbed my face with his hands, pressing his lips against mine. At first, I kept my eyes wide open and my face frozen, but slowly I relaxed into him, letting his lips move over mine. His mouth was familiar and warm, and I couldn’t muster any strength to pull myself away. He loosened his hands and pulled our mouths apart, looking into my eyes, unsure of my reaction. I didn’t have any words, so I leaped forward into his arms and kissed him harder, letting his hands slide around my waist.

He pulled me close to him with one arm while grabbing onto the back of my neck with the other hand. His kiss was deep and needy, and it made my heart pound loudly in my chest. I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt while his hand moved from my waist and down to my thigh. Slowly I could feel his hand slide up my skirt and stop at the edge of my panties. He pulled his hand back out and stood up, reaching down to me, and pulling me to my feet. He took my glass from my hand and walked me back to my bedroom where he took his shirt the rest of the way off and turned to me.

His eyes were dark with lust as he slipped my dress from shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Jason ran his fingers across the red satin of my bra and leaned into me as he unclasped it, allowing my breasts to fall loose. As if the sight of my tits bouncing broke the barrier, he stepped forward, grasping them firmly in his hands and running his lips across my collar bone. I closed my eyes and reached down, undoing his belt and zipper before tugging gently and feeling his pants hit the floor. I ran my fingers across the rim of his boxers before diving my hand inside and grabbing his shaft firmly in my hand. He groaned lightly in my ear, sending a heat through my body.

As I tugged his boxers free, I used both hands to stroke his cock.

“We need a condom,” I purred, trying to be sexy about it.

“Not a problem.” He moved back and grabbed on from his clothes on the floor, slipping it on as I watched him intently. Fuck, I wanted him so bad it hurt.

He growled softly and walked toward me, pushing me onto the bed. Before I could scoot back, he grabbed my ankles and dropped to his knees. I gasped as his tongue rubbed across my clit, sending waves of lust through my stomach. I reached down and twirled my hand through his hair as he licked and nibbled, grabbing my thighs and holding down. Slowly he moved his face upward, rubbing his soaking lips and chin up my stomach and through my breasts. Without missing a beat, he hooked my knee over his shoulder and pushed his thick cock inside of me.

I gasped, gripping tightly to his shoulders and arching my back. He thrust hard and fast, the sound of our clashing skin echoing through the room. He sat up, grabbing my other leg and moving them both over his shoulders as he held on to my waist and continued, looking down at me with heat in his eyes. I could see the tension mounting on his face, and I pulled my legs down twisting my hips with the motion of his.

I screamed out, grabbing onto anything around me as I rocketed closer and closer to orgasm. The sound of his deep fast breath brought need to the pit of my stomach, and I pulled him closer, feeling his long shaft slipping in and out of my wet pussy. It was erotic, feeling every single inch of his dick.

“Fuck, Jana. You feel so good.”

“Don’t stop. Please,” I whimpered and wrapped myself around him tightly.

He groaned out, pushing his body into me and reaching up with both hands, grabbing on to the headboard for leverage. My hips started moving faster and faster as his skin pushed hard against mine. As I reached my peak, I arched my back and screamed out, feeling his body begin to stiffen.

I could barely catch my breath as pleasure shot through every part of my body. His hips thrust faster until he took one last deep plunge and grasped on to my body, groaning as he let go inside of me. I could feel the vibrations of his cock as he came, ending my orgasm with even more pleasure.

Jason’s body shook softly over top of me, and I laid there catching my breath as he came down from the high. He leaned down and kissed me strongly on the lips and plopped to the side, looking up at the ceiling. I turned toward him and watched his face as he took in exactly what just happened. He turned his head and looked at me, a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

He reached his hand down and took mine, an unusual gesture for a man like Jason. I smiled and laid my head down on the pillow being more than a little exhausted. I watched as he turned over toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close and kissing my forehead.

There was definitely something different about Jason like Megan had said, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. We had done this several times but this time, this time was different. I took in a deep breath and shook the thoughts from my mind, understanding tomorrow may be a different story. Instead, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, only thinking that it sure was a good thing I wore my red lace panties.