My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) (10 page)

He walked
toward the door. “Ah baby, I can smell you, and you smell delicious.”

I giggled as his arms came crashing around me. He picked me up in one motion and threw me over his shoulder
, walked a short distance and tossed me on the bed. I was laughing so loud and uncontrollably I had lost all my adrenaline and was completely at his mercy.

“All right, let me catch my breath.” I was trying hard to control the laughing. I sat up
, and he was already removing my clothes. “You want me that bad, huh?”

He looked at me
like a favorite dessert he was about to sink his teeth into. “Are you kidding? I wanted you before you started talking. Now I feel like it’s…amplified.” He started to kiss me. It was more demanding than before, but still tender. He licked my lips and bit my bottom one before pulling away. “Same rules as before, only talk if you have pain anywhere, K?” His eyes had softened, and he had a very playful grin.

“I want to touch you this time
. I want to feel everything.” I felt like I was negotiating. He paused and then very reluctantly said yes. I saw pain in his eyes. “Did someone hurt you?” I asked, careful not to do the same to him.

“No, it’s nothing like that
.” He began kissing me again.

“Is it your thing, ‘no touching
?’ Is that what you tell all of the girls?” I sat up on my elbows.

“No, I have never told anyone else not to touch me. It’s not a thing.” He put a finger over my mouth to quiet me. I bit it
.

“I am serious
. Why can’t I touch you? Do you think I will do it wrong?”

He pulled off of me and looked in my eyes
, all serious. “Your fingers are tiny, soft, like silky rose petals, and your nails feel like thorns, and your touch is light, tentative, and innocent, and then raw and needy. I feel all of those things when you touch me.” His eyebrows pulled together. “I am scared I will hurt you because I won’t be able to control myself.” He took my face in his hands. “You could never touch me wrong. I hate that I make you feel insecure. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

He kissed me
soft, and his lips lingered on my lips. I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and licked his lips. He tasted so good. He smiled at me and pushed me down.

“You are so fucking beautiful
. I never thought you would be like this.”

I put my hand over his mouth
, remembering him saying similar words the night before. “No sweet talk, you don’t have to say nice things.”

My whole life
certain people told me how pretty or special I was. It only raised ugly memories for me. I wanted Jason to know right away he didn’t need to say those things to get what he wanted from me.  He wasn’t the only one taking. I wanted him just as bad and would take everything from him, everything he was willing to give.

He looked up at me in disbelief and kisse
d my hand, then began thoroughly kissing my body.

“I like that your nipples are hard for me
and the flesh of the curve is soft, perfectly rounded.”

He said it as he ran his fingertips over the pe
aks. He was kissing the underside of my breast, avoiding the most sensitive part with his mouth. I was trying to control my humming, but I couldn’t. It was the absolute best feeling I had ever had. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I moaned uncontrollably. My body arched, trying desperately to get closer to him. He sucked harder, and I felt wetness pool between my legs. I grabbed his hair without thinking and dug my fingernails into his scalp. He moaned, and the hum of his mouth on my nipple made my hips move up and contact his stomach. He pulled away almost immediately.

“Maybe we should slow down?” He was breathing like he couldn’t get enough air. I felt defensive
, like he thought I couldn’t handle what was going to happen, like I was weak.

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” I raised an eyebrow.

That pissed him off, and he withdrew from my body completely. He began running his fingers through his hair as he looked over my body. He got off the bed, clearly frustrated with me. He started to walk to the bathroom. I was so focused on his face I didn’t register he was walking away from me until I couldn’t see it anymore.

“Please, don’t go
. I am so sorry. It…all feels so good…and then you tell me to slow down, when I just want to be closer to you. Please, if you stay, I will be good. I promise to be good.” I was pleading, and he still had his back to me. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “It feels like torture. I can’t explain it. I hate that I told you what happened to me because now you think I am weak. That was so long ago Jason, and I am tough and strong.  Jared was a part of my past, but he doesn’t make me weak. ” I watched him as he turned around and walked closer to the bed. He sat on the edge and looked directly into my eyes.

“That was unfair
. What you told me does not make you weak. You are unlike any woman I have ever met. I don’t know why, but you make me want to be kind and soft. I have an ugly side, but with you, I want to be gentle. Most of all, I don’t want you to run away. You have no idea what torture is.” He looked away, then got up again, and reached for his pajama bottoms.

I was feeling embarrassed and
rejected. Seconds ago I felt so needy for him, and now he was walking away from me.   The lust that was inside me was new and I was ready to experience more, but now he was turning
me
down. This was bullshit. I hopped up out of his bed, grabbed my clothes, and made a beeline for the door.

“
Go to Hell! You are all talk. I am not sure who told you that you are addicted to sex, but they were wrong. In fact, I think you have a thing for your dick in the shower.” I was walking fast and almost made it out of the door before I was again thrown over his shoulder. “Hey! I’m out of the mood, and I changed my mind. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

It was hard to talk as he threw me back on the bed, but I managed to finish with my arms crossed over my chest. My body couldn’t hide my anger
. I bit both of my lips in a tight line, and I looked off to the side of the room. I was pissed, and as soon as I got up, I was leaving. He could play this game with someone else. He hovered over me, trying to get my attention, but I ignored him.

“Al
l right, leave if you want.” He said it, but he didn’t move from his position over me, and he kept looking at me.

I held my ground
, made no eye contact, and the insides of my lips were beginning to hurt because I was biting so hard.

“I am not sure what to do with you. I have never had a girl that was so pissed off at me before sex, unless it was a ploy to get me to be rougher.”

I looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow.

“If looks could
kill.” He was amused with himself. He thought he was funny.

“Are you almost done?” I meant with his humor, but he laughed at that too.

“If I was almost done, you would know it.” He smiled, all his teeth showing.

“Oh, are we talking about sex again?” I was in bitch mode
, and he was amused by it.

“Yes, we are talking about sex and how you confuse me.” He was still very playful
, and it pissed me off more.

“So you’re not confused about how to have sex
, just how to have sex with me? I know my parts aren’t that different than the average girl’s.” I made a move to display my parts, but his eyes never left mine. “Maybe you forgot what to do with your part. Maybe you’re scared your hands will get jealous.” I gave him a snotty smile the best I could to piss him off. It worked.

“The things I want to do
to you right now for talking to me like that. Ugh…you make me feel so out of control. I know if I let you go, you will walk away and I will never see you again.” He looked away and closed his eyes. “I have never felt like this, and I don’t know what to do.”

He looked back at me
, his stare intense. I felt the need to turn away, but I didn’t. I held strong, showing no fear, no weakness.

“If you leave, I…”
He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and whispered something that I couldn’t hear. When he opened his eyes, his faced softened, and he smiled a little. “Just please don’t leave.”

“What kind of things do you want to do to me…I mean for talking to you like that?” I looked at him as his smile dropped from his face.
“Do you hit women, Jason? Do you want to hit me? Is this what you meant by letting your anger control you?”

He sat up and got off the bed but didn’t go far.
“I want to be better for you. I am trying to be better. No more angry sex, no more pain for pleasure.” He looked vulnerable, fragile even.

“Is that why you like me, you think I won’t provoke you to feel angry
? You think you picked someone completely opposite of her…Bettina? Maybe, Jason, I want angry sex.” I rolled over to get off the bed, but he reached over and grabbed my leg and pulled me to him again.

“You are the opposite of her. You are sweet and kind
, and you shine. You affect me like no one else has…ever. I am more frightened of scaring you away than anything else. When you grabbed my hair earlier, I almost held you down and fucked you right then. The urge to make my mark on you is so intense and it only increases. The thought of you walking away after I have been deep inside you and the ache you’d feel between your legs, drives me insane. I know I upset you by pulling away, but I feel my body becoming something else the closer I get to having sex with you. My instinct to possess you is so fierce I can’t slow it down. It’s all or nothing.” His eyes were fixed so tight to mine, he was baring his soul to me.

“When you touch me, you make me feel amazing. I want to be with you however I can. Please don’t stop
. I want you to possess me.” I felt like I was pleading again. My skin itched for his touch. My body ached for it.

H
is arms wrapped around me and held me in a tight hug, my face against his chest. I pulled back a little, until my face hovered over his shoulder, and I bit him, hard. It felt so good to bite him my heart started to beat hard in my chest. When I let go of him, my teeth hurt. Jason growled in my ear, and it made me want to bite him again, but I lost the chance when he grabbed my hair.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy. Do you know how unbelievably sexy you are?” He didn’t wait for an answer
, just stripped his pants, and I watched as his penis sprung free. He looked like he was in pain when he reached for the nightstand, pulled a condom out of the box, and began covering his penis with it.

I was a little panicked at the size of it
, and it dawned on me that it was making its way toward the now very sensitive area between my legs. “So…you for sure know what you’re doing with that thing, right?” My voice sounded nervous.

He laughed loud
ly and climbed onto the bed, where he was over me. “I haven’t forgotten. Trust me. It will feel delicious. It will feel so good you won’t ever want to leave me.” He smiled big, and I relaxed immediately.

He
removed my hands from covering my body and threw the pajamas I had clenched in my hand on the floor. After he looked me over, he licked two of his fingers and then locked eyes with me. I shuddered when his hand made contact with the tender spot between my legs and his eyes lit up.

“You are so swollen and wet for me.” He groaned like it was torturing him.

I lay still and closed my eyes. My body was begging me to shut my mouth. His hands on me, in me felt incredible.  He had magic, superhuman fingers and he was playing my body as his own personal instrument. This could be my new hobby. His seductive voice halted my thinking.

“Do you like my finger inside you, like this?”

He moved his finger in and out of me as he talked. I felt him stretching me. He put two fingers in and moved them in a circle and flared them out. His breathing was growing heavy, he was panting, and I knew I could come just from the sound of it. I didn’t even respond to his question, just squeezed my eyes shut.

“How many fingers do you like in your pussy?”
he asked me, and I immediately moaned at his use of “pussy.”

I surprised myself
. My eyes rounded at my very loud moan. He kept up the rhythm of his fingers, in and out. It felt so good my eyes started to drift closed. He stopped, and I opened my eyes. He was positioning himself at the outside of my entrance. I felt him nudge his way in. His eyes shot to mine, but he didn’t say anything.

Jason
leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “Breathe.” He put his hand on the bed frame, above my head. He placed his other hand right by my face. “You are so fucking sexy. Everything is so sexy.”

His penis began to inch its way inside of me
. I felt him everywhere. It was so consuming. I was being slowly stretched inside, and it was painful, the pain reminding me, that I was alive. It had been so long since I had any painful sensations that I was suddenly relieved, I thought my body was broken to pain. I focused on the stretching. His lower body weighed heavily on mine as his large penis advanced inside me.  My eyes began to tear up and spill over, but he didn’t stop. He continued his slow movement until he was completely inside me. I could tell it took everything in him to go slow. His face was tense, his eyes focused only on my eyes. I knew he was close to losing control. I wanted this with him.