Chapter 10

Jana

After sitting out on the balcony of Jason’s penthouse and eating our take-out, I decided that our private little restaurant for two was better than any restaurant he could have taken me to. We stared out over the city, the twinkling lights of the night sky providing the most romantic backdrop I could have imagined. We sipped on our wine and laughed about the terrible pictures we would probably see of ourselves the next day. Having Jason make out the paparazzi to be no big deal definitely made me feel better about being splashed all over page six. If it weren’t for his humor and unwavering support, I might have had a complete breakdown over it.

When I finished my wine, we took the dishes inside and made our way to the bedroom. It was late, and though I had to go to work the next morning, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to my apartment alone. Besides, Jason’s bed was to die for, and his sexy little smile made me realize we might be going to bed but we weren’t going to sleep anytime soon. I slipped out of my dress and stripped down before climbing into the bed with Jason’s hungry eyes on my every move. I pulled the covers over me and slid up next to him. He was laying on his side, and as I rubbed my ass up his legs and to his crotch, I could feel his rock solid cock rub against me. He groaned slightly as he pulled me in closer, thrusting into my back.

My hips moved slowly over his shaft, and he wrapped his arms around me, grabbing on to my breasts and massaging my nipples with his fingers. Excitement shot through my body as I imagined him slipping inside of me from behind. I reached back and grabbed him in my hand and rubbed up and down gently. His breathing began to increase, and he leaned forward, sliding his hand down between my legs as he bit down on my neck. The coupling of pleasure and pain released a low moan from my throat, and I could feel his heart begin to beat fast against my back. I lifted my leg up in the air just slightly, allowing his fingers to glide over my wet mound. He didn’t stop at the clit like normal but instead, slipped two fingers inside me and started to move them up and down.

I pulled my leg backward around his making room for his fingers to go deeper. There was no doubt I wanted his cock inside of me but this felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. I started to grind my hips faster as I felt the palm of his hand rubbing against my pulsing nub.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned as he pushed harder, my excitement obviously turning him on.

He scooted his body down lower and moved his arm, pulling it behind me and quickly sliding his fingers back inside of me. I was grinding hard against his hand, waiting for each moment that his fingers dove deep inside. Slowly he slipped a third finger in, and I screamed out in pleasure as he continued to push in and out, faster and faster. I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping and before long it was a continuous sound. Just as I was almost to orgasm, he pulled his fingers out, giving me a coy smile.

“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear with a nibble.

He flipped me on my back and spread my legs wide as he started stroking his dick, watching my face. He took his other hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit, grinning as I arched my back. He was teasing me, and I liked it. I bit my lip, reaching down and pushing his fingers back inside of me, using my own thumb to help out. I watched as his hand slid up and down his shaft, wanting so bad to have it inside of me. I watched as the excitement of torturing me spread across his face, and I realized if I was going to have it, I was going to have to take it. I sat up quickly, not giving him a chance to move, pushed him backward on the bed and straddled him, allowing my dripping pussy to slide him inside of me.

He gripped on to my hips and growled as I began to grind on him, leaning back to give him the full view. I moved slowly, knowing all he wanted to do at that point was pound it into me. I smiled knowing I was giving him a taste of his own medicine. His eyebrows shot up realizing what I was doing, and he flipped me on my back and thrust his dick inside me. I hung off the edge of the bed screaming in ecstasy as he pounded into me over and over again until I exploded, grabbing onto the blanket and letting the pleasure fill my body. He watched as I writhed underneath him, unable to stop moaning even after the orgasm had dissipated. With two more thrusts, he was joining me, grabbing on to my hips and throwing his head back as he pushed as hard into me as he could.

Slowly I felt his fingers release and his muscles un-tense. He breathed heavily still kneeling in front of me. A smile spread across his face, and he opened his eyes, pulling me upward from the edge of the bed and kissing me deeply. I crawled up toward the pillow and laid my head down facing his. He leaned forward and kissed me again, a comforting look on his face as he pulled the blankets up over us.

“Tell me more about you,” he whispered, moving a rogue piece of hair from my sweaty forehead. “I want to know everything.”

Butterflies flew through my stomach at the thought of building more than just a lustful connection between us. He actually wanted to know about my family and me. He wanted to know how my childhood was and what my dreams were. It was the first time any man had ever taken that much interest in my life. I snuggled into the pillow, smiling, ready to spill it all.

“Wait,” he said jumping from the bed. “Hold that thought.”

When he appeared back from the other room, he was carrying two bottles of water and some fruit. We sat up, wrapped in the blankets, and had a small picnic, talking about everything from our favorite foods, to how we spent our summers away from school. We both came from very affluent families and found that our upbringing wasn’t much different. We both had attended a private school, we both spent our summers wandering the grounds of our childhood homes, or going on extravagant vacations. Our parents were similar in that they loved us but didn’t raise us, as it was the nanny’s job to mold and shape us until we were young adults. Jason’s father seemed a lot more stringent than mine was, but I figured it was more because he was the young man of the family and I was daddy’s little girl.

As adults, we both were determined to find our own ways, which is why I went into the non-glamorous environmental field, and Jason had yet to build his own empire, though he had strong wants to do so. His best friend, Ryan, was his inspiration and he planned on carving his own career out, but with the strong influence of Ryan’s company. I admired his big dreams and high hopes for the future and realized I had missed just how motivated and intelligent Jason was. He spent so much time being Ryan’s sidekick that no one really paid attention to the work he did behind the scenes.

Slowly the moon left the sky, and the horizon began to lighten. We hadn’t slept a wink, but it was worth every painful second I would endure today at work. I really felt like we made strides toward a stronger relationship and so many things I hadn’t noticed before began to make sense. Jason may have had a rough exterior when I first met him and granted he truly was a player; there was definitely a man behind the mask that I had completely missed.

After the sun was up and the alarm went off, we both took a shower together, and he gave me some clothes to wear back to my apartment. He had to be in a couple of hours before me, so I waited until he was ready to go and had Jason drop me at my building before heading off to work. I watched as he waved from the car and I stood there feeling the cold breeze against my wet hair. That had to be the most amazing night yet.