To Love Jason Thorn (Page 59)

Then his hands held my hips and his head dipped lower, biting and licking on his way. When he had finally reached his goal, I was a quivering mess.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his hot breath on my sensitive flesh doing all kinds of things to me.

Then he licked me, from bottom to top, pressing his tongue firmly against my clit and then swirling it around. I arched my neck and swallowed.

Looking at me as he dropped small kisses on the inside of my thigh, he asked, “How many men have you let touch you like this?”

“What?”

“How many men have gotten to see you like this? All wet, hot, and pink?”

Dammit… Again with the blushing. I had dated three guys in total and apart from Marcus, you could barely call them men. One was from high school after Jason had left us. The other one I’d only dated for a few months my first year in college. Out of all of them, Marcus was the only one who had gone down on me, so how did I even answer his question?

He quirked his eyebrow. “You’re counting?” His mouth lowered and he sucked my clit.

My body quivered again.

I shook my head. “No. I just…I’m not sure how to answer.”

He pushed a single finger inside me and waited for my answer.

“Only one went down on me,” I said softly.

“Marcus,” he guessed menacingly.

I wasn’t going to answer that.

He added another finger. “Jason,” I whispered, a new orgasm already looming ahead.

“From now on, he doesn’t get to touch a single hair on your head,” he growled from between my legs and started lapping up all my juices. My body shuddered and my hands reached for his hair, my fingers roughly grabbing anything that was long enough to hold on to.

I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by the fact that there was a legitimate possibility of him being jealous of Marcus or by how good he was with his tongue—probably a healthy mix of the two.

His licks become firmer and he started to swirl his tongue around my clit as his stubble did wonders, scraping against my tender flesh. Lifting my hips up to his mouth, I moaned and my fingers tightened in his hair, holding him down.

Realizing what I was doing, I quickly let go and Jason stopped what he was doing.

I’m telling you, he was making magic.

“Don’t hesitate with me. Not now, Olive,” he said, lifting his head from between my legs. His lips were all red and glistening. I wanted to devour him, and I was planning to. “Grab on to my hair and do whatever the hell you want to do to me.”

Ovaries explosion!

I lifted my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair again, slightly gripping. His eyes held mine captive the entire time. I had a feeling he needed to have me as much as I needed to have him, which was mind-boggling.

His tongue stroked through my folds and I started to have trouble keeping my hips down. He yanked me forward, my ass almost resting on the edge.

When he covered my clit with his mouth and started to suck in pulses, I cried out his name, pushing and pulling at his head.

It was too much.

“Jason…I can’t…oh, god…you have to stop.”

He pushed two of his fingers back inside, curled them up, and found my G-spot. I fell over the edge again, just like that. Legs twitching, body shaking, my cries ringing in my ears…I’d like to think it was a beautiful sight, but I knew it wasn’t. Finding purchase on his shoulders, I lifted my hips up and down, trying to prolong it as much as I could.

When it was all done and I stopped contracting around his fingers, all my bones had fallen out of my body and I had become a very happy noodle.

Jason’s head lifted from between my legs, but not before he gave me one, last, slow lick, sending a slight tremor throughout my body. When I felt his lips against mine, I smiled lazily and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

He moaned and let me play with his mouth for as long as I wanted.

Then I was in his arms again, my legs barely wrapped around his back, one arm circling his neck, the other gripping his hair in a tight fist, and we were moving.

I was as high as a kite, all dopey and smiley. I doubt I would’ve minded if he’d taken me to hell in his arms.

When my back hit a soft mattress and I bounced, I opened my eyes to see that he had brought me to his room.

There was just enough light coming from outside for me to watch him take off his shirt and then go for his jeans. While he kept his eyes on me, I propped myself up on my hands and chose to watch him undress for me.

Those abs…

Second Ovaries explosion.

I had a very detailed plan of how I was going to lick and kiss every line.

“Move up, Olive,” he said, gesturing with his chin before he took off his briefs.

And it was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t sure if I could watch him take off his briefs and not say something that would surely embarrass me, so I pushed myself up toward the pillows. The moment I was settled down, Jason was crawling on top of me, his hands on either side of my face.

When our gazes met…

I was a goner.

His eyes still staring down at me, he reached to his left and opened a drawer, presumably taking out a condom—I’d already gone through his room and knew that’s where he had a few of them lying around.

He put the edge of the foil packet in my mouth and pulled it away when I had it between my teeth.

“Put it on me, Olive,” he murmured against my neck, dropping the condom on my stomach.

How was I supposed to move my arms or any part of my body when he was kissing and licking my skin like that? When I didn’t move, he nudged my neck with his nose.

“Please, Olive. I can barely hold it together.”

With shaky hands, I reached for the condom I couldn’t see, and then reached down and touched something hard and thick, something that bobbed. Before I could attempt to put it on him, Jason’s lips were on mine and he was groaning into my mouth. Forgetting about the condom, I slipped my arms around his shoulders, but before I could get into it, he stopped and pulled his lips away.

“Don’t stop. Put it on, baby.” His voice was so thick, so seductive.

“But, how am I—”

His pushed my legs open with his knees and then his cock was stroking my pussy.

Oh my god…

I groaned and let my legs open wider for him.

“If you want me inside you, look at me and put it on,” he repeated again.

Barely holding his stare, I reached down and grabbed the thick length of his cock, stroking it once, twice.

Growling deep in his throat, Jason bit on my neck, gently sucking the skin.

Because I was dying to have him inside me, I stopped playing and slowly rolled the condom on him.

And rolled.

And rolled.

And rolled.

Holy crap!

The moment my fingers left him, Jason pushed his hips forward and the head of his cock pushed at my opening. I gasped with equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

From somewhere in the house, Jason’s phone started ringing.

“Don’t think about it,” he murmured and pushed in a little bit deeper.

I didn’t think about it. I arched my neck and moaned quite loudly.

“More?” he asked in between my heavy breathing.

“Yess,” I moaned as he kept pushing in without waiting for my answer. Then he was retreating and easing back in again.

My body getting used to him, I tried to hold his stare to let him see how good it felt to have him go deep in my body.

When the head of his cock hit that magical spot, my eyes fluttered closed and he stopped moving. No retreating. No pushing back in.