Disgrace (29 page)

I let her take a moment, but my hips twitch. Her eyes meet mine but they are not sleepy or stated, they are burning for more. Oh good. I unclip the cuffs and watch her expression fill with confusion. She’s going to need her hands to steady herself.

“Put your hands flat and don’t move them. Understand?” She nods, but I raise my brow. Her lips curl in a tentative smile. We’re getting to where I want us to be, but it’s still going to be a long morning.

“Yes, Jason.”

“Good girl.”

I push into her and grin at her sudden gasp when I step forward and push a little too deep. I pull completely out, and she grunts with surprise and scowls with frustration. I hold my cock and slide along her slit. She is dripping wet, which is such a turn-on and completely perfect. I rest my cock just below her very tight hole, applying enough pressure to make my intention known. She draws in a breath and sinks back onto me, wriggling to get the position just right. Her gaze meets mine, her lips part as she pushes back onto me, inch by slow inch. Her brows register some pain, but her eyes are alight with fire, and she holds my gaze like she holds my heart… by the balls.

I run my hands up her back and grab her shoulders for leverage. She likes it hard. She wants me to make her mine. I am happy to oblige. A sharp, breathless gasp escapes her as I start to pound into her arse. She is so fucking tight and every pump and grind against her round cheeks is ecstasy. Every murmur and cry for more is driving me insane. My hands move around her neck, light at first then gripping more tightly. Her muscles contract tight around my cock. Her eyes widen and register a healthy degree of worry as I slowly restrict her airway. But they darken equally with hidden erotic desire that swirls together, a perfect mix of purity and wickedness.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl out through gritted teeth, using every ounce of self-control to not explode.

“You Jason…I’m yours.” Her face is flushed, and her tiny panting breaths mist the mirror. She groans and tries to manoeuvre her legs together to gain some relief.

She starts to drop one hand but my growl has her holding position once more. I drop my hands from her shoulders and squeeze her bottom cheeks, pink with my handprints and so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. Her reflection is the most beautiful image I’ve ever seen, dark eyes filled with desire, full breasts peaked with hard nipples swaying with each jut of my body against hers and her body
full
of me.

“Jason, I need to come.” Her voice is strained, desperate and breathless.

“Then come, beautiful.” I kiss her spine between her shoulder blades.

“I can’t…not like this.” She gives a little apologetic shrug that almost makes me laugh. I slip one hand around her front and palm her clit and stick my two middle fingers inside her. The tips brushing the thin membrane and touching my cock as I continue to pump into her arse.

“Really?” I curl gently and apply a little pressure to a soft secret spot. It’s enough, and she screams so loud I’m sure she doesn’t hear me say, “Is that so?”

“Ah…ah! Oh, God, my legs.” Her body is shaking, and I can feel her dip as her legs start to give way. I pull out of her tight heaven, even as I am fit to explode. She lowers her eyes when I turn her in my arms. She looks up with a flash of worry.

“That looks painful.”

“You have no idea.” She goes to wrap her tiny hand around my aching cock but I grab her wrist.

“Let me help you.” Her tone is almost begging. She tries to retrieve her hand, and in failing to do that, she starts to sink to her knees. I tip her chin so she can’t lower herself, her eyes meet mine, my mouth beams into a warm smile that originates deep in my soul.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” My voice is deep, gravelly, full of sensual threat.

“Oh,” She breathes out, a knowing smile illuminates her face.

“Oh, indeed.” I drop to my knees and lift one leg up and press it back against the mirror so she is wide and open for me. I sweep my tongue along her folds, tasting and licking all the wetness. She is divine. Here between her legs, I am in heaven. Those cries of pleasure are my choir of angels, and when she falls I will die because I have already been to heaven. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she pinches tight. My scalp tingles and her hips roll against my mouth. I lap up her enthusiasm as I lap the liquid dripping from her body. She starts to pant loudly but tries to tilt her body away. I growl and cup her arse cheeks, pressing her firmer against my mouth.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Jason…No…no, I can’t.” I purse my lips and suck gently on her clit. I know she must be a little oversensitive by now, but I also know it won’t stop her from coming on my lips like I want. “Oh, Jesus, ahhhh!” She stops making actual noises and forms cute, muffled whimpers as I lick and stroke her back down from her climax. I stand and watch with amusement as she sways, glassy eyed and smiling. I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bed. She stares up at me with a smile so heart-stealingly beautiful, I can’t help but return it.

I roll her onto her back.

“Don’t move.” Her eyelids are at half-mast as she offers me a satisfied sigh and nods her head. I leap from the bed with two things pressing on my mind; get clean and get back inside. I return from the bathroom having sorted the former and stalk up the bed and between her legs to make good on the latter. She spreads wide for me with minimal pressure and I slip into her heat. As I start to move, her legs hook around my back and the heel points dig into my arse and make me that little bit harder. Fuck, I need to come. She tilts her hips and pulls me tighter, deeper, we both groan. I support my weight and look down into her eyes. They swirl with depths I can only hope she’ll let me explore. I’m under no illusion that winning her heart will be as easy as winning her body, but I can only pray it’s a fraction of the fun.

“Who do you belong to?” I whisper against her soft lips. Her tongue flicks out and traces the seam.

“You.” Her smile is tentative, but I can see it comes from her soul.

“I own you, Sam.” I cover her lips with mine only breaking when we both need air.

“Yes…yes, you do.” She sucks in deep, life affirming breath. Her eyes pool with tears, but her smile is so brilliant I get the feeling they are happy tears. Fuck, I hope they are happy tears. I surge forward, and she meets my powerful drive with equal passion. I feel the tingle explode at the base of my spine and an ache that’s so intense, the pleasure pain line blurs. I thrust relentlessly, chasing my release. One, two, each thrust pushing me closer…so close. She screams as her body takes over, sending us both spiralling and ascending high out of this world and into a blissful state of utter euphoria that lasts an eternity. In her arms, it feels like eternity.

She shivers. We have been lying naked for several hours. It seems as if the sun has slowly risen. I pull the covers over our joined bodies and kiss her hair, her forehead, and her nose. She smiles, sleep creeping across her tired face, sedating her features one by one.

“Death by orgasms,” she sighs. “I thought you liked me?” She fails to fight off a yawn and giggles when it finishes.

“Sam, I love you.” She sleeps as my words drift and float waiting to settle more comfortably on her when she wakes.

O
h, ow! That first stretch of the morning shouldn’t hurt like this. My muscles scream in agony with the smallest movement. I feel sore in places I didn’t realise could ache and I’m burning up. I feel trapped and a sudden flash of panic engulfs me, only to dissipate like a cool breath in a warm room when I remember why I feel all these things.
Jason
. His heavy arm drapes my waist, my back to his front, his large frame cloaking me like a shield. The heat between us is searing but rapidly rising to inferno. I try to move, but he grumbles and pulls me tighter. His deep, steady breathing is evidence that he is still very much asleep, and despite my initial discomfort, I am still bone tired and very quickly sink back in to a blissful sleep.

When I wake again, I am alone. The bed is empty and the pillow next to mine has no dip to indicate I recently shared this space with anyone.
Did I dream last night?
It felt like a dream, unreal and heavenly. I have never felt the way he made me feel last night. The way he touched me, cherished me, and brought me to heights of pleasure that made me dizzy again and again. He told me he loved me. It had to be a dream. Why would he come after me? How would he even know where I’d gone? I let out a heavy sigh, but it felt so wonderful, it felt so real. I can feel the tickle of sadness behind my nose but shake it away and focus my mind on much more pleasant thoughts. I think about the dream, squeeze my eyes tight and attempt to rekindle the embers of the passion that, only a short time ago, lit my blood alive. I need to lose myself again before I have to bear the burden of the harsh reality of truth. No one is ever going to love a whore.

I shake the self-pity away and push my mind to remember. His eyes are staring at me, piercing right through to my soul and warming my heart. The force of feeling is like a shot of pure energy, and I can feel my pulse beat a strong staccato. It’s just a dream but it has such power, I sigh out a shaky breath. My fingers lightly trace down my chest, soft, teasing strokes across my nipples that are instantly hard. I know I am wet just from the thought of my dream, but I don’t want a quick release. I want to savour. My middle finger rests lightly just touching the soft skin around my clit.

“I could help with that…” His deep voice is hoarse, and he coughs to cover the catch at the end. My eyes snap open wide, and my legs slam shut trapping my hand. I grab the sheet to cover my wanton display. I shuffle up the bed, pulling my knees in tight, strangely nervous. He sits beside me and places an offering of delicious smelling pastries and, hopefully, coffee on a tray before me. His sheepish smile is adorable. He lifts the lid from the takeaway cup and hands me what looks like a cappuccino and smells like heaven. I hesitate.

“Unless you really would like me to help?” His grin is pure wickedness “You know you don’t need to ask twice. I just thought you would like some breakfast. Although it’s really nearer to lunchtime. Either way, I thought food would be good.” He is rushing his words, almost like he is nervous. Why the fuck would he be nervous?

“Food is good.” I take the cup and sip while he unpacks a paper-wrapped breakfast feast.

“I didn’t know what you liked. You probably have favourites. Leon said you come here often when you need to get away.” He holds my gaze then closes his eyes for a moment but too late for me to miss the sadness. God this is a mess. He waves his hand invitingly across the selection and I pick the
saccottino al cioccolato,
which is my favourite. It is literally a pastry sack filled with chocolate. Jason takes a plain
cornetto.

The silence is comfortable but brief when I take in what he’s wearing and snicker. He looks down and shrugs with a laugh. He is wearing Leon’s clothes, which are at least one size too small, and Leon likes fitted. The t-shirt Jason has on looks like it’s been shrunk to fit and highlights every curve of muscle on his torso. Not a bad look for muscle beach maybe or a float at gay pride in Amsterdam. His sweat pants are slightly better but are clinging to his calf muscles like they are allergic to his feet.

“You don’t have any clothes?”

“Only what I was wearing last night. I kind of left in a hurry.” I nod and fall silent, nibbling on the pastry and sipping my coffee. “Why did you run, Sam?” His voice is tentative, almost like he fears I will run again. I won’t.

“Why did you follow?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend.” He sounds incredulous, his tone pitched with genuine surprise.

“Jason, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m not the girl you think I am.” I avoid his eyes and pick at the flaky pastry crumbs in my lap.

“Bullshit! “ His tone is gruff and stern. “You’re exactly the girl I think you are. I told you last night I love you, Sam. Nothing’s changed. We just have to talk when we have a problem like a normal relationship.” He reaches for my free hand and entwines his fingers, his thumbs softly stroking my wrist.