Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (8 page)

I was still in my undies and stressing over what to wear when Jason text me to get into the building. I grabbed a t-shirt and some shorts and ran down to let him in. I almost stumbled over my feet when I caught sight of Jason on the other side of the glass door. My eyes scanned him greedily, taking in his charcoal suede Gazelles, his smart, navy jeans and admiring the way they clung to his strong thighs. He had on a slim-fit, cargo style, burgundy shirt that flattered his sculpted torso. I found my skin heating up as I imagined the delights that I knew to be hiding under the clothes but was interrupted by Jason tapping his knuckles against the glass and reminding me to let him in.

“You look delicious,” I grinned at him as he pulled me into a kiss.

“Glad you approve,” he chuckled. “You do too, but I’m not sure it’s date appropriate.” He tugged gently at my t-shirt, slipping his hand underneath to rest on my hip as he guided me up the stairs.

“I was trying to decide what to wear when you came,” I explained.

“Good,” Jason grinned.

“Why is that good?” I asked curiously, looking up at him and noticing that I could see the tip of his tattoo poking through the collar of his shirt.

“Because I get to choose what you wear,” he answered with a mischievous grin.

The statement in itself didn’t make me worry, but the gleam in his eye did.
He’s up to something
. I followed him into my bedroom and he immediately locked the door behind us and dropped his overnight bag on the floor.

“Naked time,” he demanded, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

“Reciprocal?” I grinned as he released me.

“Not this time, baby,” he shook his head as he pulled my t-shirt over my head.

I pouted up at him.
I want to see him naked, too
. But it didn’t work, he just continued undressing me.

“Don’t look at me like that, we’d be a couple of hours late if it was reciprocal.”

I stopped my pouting, I knew he was right. I let him undress me completely, resting my hands on his arms as I stepped out of my knickers.

“I could look at you like that all day,” he smirked whilst I stood naked before him.

Feeling a little playful, I did a naked twirl, blushing but only because it was habit by this point. I was so used to being naked with Jason and it was pretty much my favourite way to be around him. My nude dancing earned an appreciative growl from Jason and another mind-blowing kiss.

“Spread your legs,” he said in his low, seductive tone.

My body complied before my brain had chance to question it. Jason trailed his hands down my back before cupping my ass cheeks and kneading them, the slight roughness of his hands deliciously abrasive against my skin. I kept my eyes on his, rendered silent by the desire I could see burning behind them. He kept his left hand on my cheek as his right travelled around my hip and trailed through the curls at the apex of my thighs. I moaned slightly as he traced one finger up the length of my inner lips, letting it dip gently inside me before withdrawing it completely.

“I love that you’re so wet for me,” he breathed appreciatively.

My cheeks burnt but I smiled shyly up at him, desperate to feel his fingers on me once more. My hips bucked towards him instinctively but he smiled and shook his head at me. He kissed me chastely on the lips before turning around to root through my wardrobe.

“Tease,” I grumbled, flopping down onto the bed to admire his behind as he pulled things out of the cupboard. The simple touch had brought my lingering desire to the forefront of my mind and I was feeling a little sexually frustrated.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he smirked, putting my black lacy dress on the bed next to me and giving my nipple a playful tweak. “Stand up.”

I did as he asked and found myself stood naked before him once more. He ran his fingers down my sides, looking at me appreciatively.

“You are so very beautiful.”

The blush on my cheeks deepened ten fold and I looked down to my feet.

“Learn to take a compliment.” He landed a quick, sharp slap on my ass with a cheeky grin.

I yelped slightly and jumped closer towards him so that I was pushed up against him and able to feel his very solid erection through his jeans.

“What do you say when somebody gives you a compliment, Jamie?” He teased, stroking my skin and easing away the last of the dwindling sting from his slap.

“Thank you,” I mumbled shyly, my eyes still on his feet.

“Good girl,” he cooed, pulling my chin up and kissing me gently.

He handed me the black dress and I blinked back at him in confusion.
Isn’t there something missing?
I held the dress in my hands but didn’t move to put it on.

“Something wrong, baby?” He teased, brushing his lips across my forehead.

“I need underwear,” I said, moving towards my drawers to fetch some.

“You don’t
need
them, little squirrel,” he mocked, stepping in front of me and blocking my access to the underwear drawer.

“Don’t be daft, of course I need my underwear,” I frowned.

“Why?” He asked, cupping my face in his hand and brushing my cheek with his thumb.

“Because I can’t go outside without underwear!”

“Why?” He asked again, his other hand tracing circles around my nipple and making it very hard to concentrate.

“Because… because people might see,” I blurted, hearing the note of panic in my own voice.

“They won’t see, baby,” he soothed, his hands cupping both my breasts and massaging them gently.

I was finding it very difficult to protest with Jason’s hands on me. I had absolutely no desire to leave the flat without any underwear, and even less desire to be in public with a bare behind.

“Jason,” I pleaded, fully prepared to beg for access to my undies.

“Do you trust me, Jamie?” Jason asked, removing his hands from my breasts and giving me a second to focus my thoughts on the matter at hand.

“Of course, but-”

“I promise that nobody will know, apart from me and you, okay?” He soothed, his eyes searching mine with a penetrating intensity.

“How about knickers and no bra?” I offered, seeking a compromise.

“Other way round maybe,” he grinned.

“Jason, I don’t think I can,” I shook my head despondently.

“If you do this, I promise I’ll make it worth your while when we get back,” he said, his sultry tones evoking the tightening between my thighs. He traced his hands down between my breasts and down further, slowly, teasing me with his touch. He cupped my sex and pulled me gently closer to him. He began pushing one finger in and out of me ever so slowly.

I tried to speak, tried to protest, but the only noise to pass my lips was a slight moan as Jason increased the pace of his delightful digit.

“Now, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come,” he whispered against my neck, kissing me tenderly. “But if not…” He let his voice trail off as he withdrew his fingers.

“Please,” I begged, feeling the knot of pressure inside me swell at the loss of contact.

“Put your dress on, baby,” he said firmly.

I slipped the dress on over my otherwise naked body. The only thought running through my head was of the pulsing of my tingling sex. Not its current nakedness.

“Why though?” I pouted as Jason handed me my black kitten heels. I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to suffer without my underwear the whole night.

The question hung in the air as I fastened my shoes around my ankles. I looked up at Jason expectantly as I stood up, waiting for his answer.

“Because,” he said, pulling my dress up a little so he could slide his hand up my inner thigh. “For the rest of the night I want to know that there’s nothing in between us. Nothing to stop me from bending you over and fucking you until we both pass out.”

“Oh.” That was all I could manage, my breath caught in my throat.
That is rather kinky
. I blushed at Jason’s bluntness. He’d never beaten around the bush when talking about exactly what he wanted in the bedroom department but it still brought colour to my cheeks.

“Oh,” he mocked as his finger brushed gently over my moistened sex once more before he righted my skirt. “And we’re both going to be so hot for it by the time we get home that it’s highly likely I’ll want to be inside you until we
do
pass out.”

I almost combusted right then and there. I was so turned on, I could have come from a light breeze.

I was about to beg Jason to let us skip the night out and spend the evening exploring every surface of my room when there was a knock on the door. I groaned inwardly as I went to open it, very aware of every movement thanks to my lack of knickers. I’d never appreciated how much protection I’d drawn from a millimetre thick piece of fabric before.

“Come on!” Adam urged as I opened the door. “We need to get going or we’re going to be late.” He looked nervous and kept pulling on his light pink pinstriped shirt and trying to brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I haven’t done my hair or makeup,” I apologised, stepping back to let him into the room. I didn’t miss the rather smug grin on Jason’s face as my eyes met his.
I’ve not done my hair, not done my make-up, and I’m not wearing any underwear
. I cringed inwardly. I was seriously contemplating trying to slip past Jason and grab some knickers from the cupboard but the slight smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Leave your hair like that, baby. It looks good down,” Jason said, running his fingers gently through the waves of my hair.

I never left my hair down. I’d worn it up since I was a kid because having a ponytail pulled hurt way less than having small clumps of hair pulled. Jason always told me he liked it when I left it down though and I wanted to make him happy.

I couldn’t compromise on the make-up; I couldn’t have both my face and my nether regions bare at the same time. I applied my mascara as quickly as I could and followed the boys out into the hall
. I can’t believe I’m leaving the flat commando.

“Are you okay, Jamie?” Adam asked as I locked my door and Jason handed me my clutch purse. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I said hurriedly, feeling my cheeks burn even more. “Just a bit warm.” I shot Jason an uncomfortable look and he smiled knowingly back and wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked down the stairs.

He pressed a kiss against the side of my head and whispered into my ear. “I’ve got a pair of your knickers in my pocket just in case.”

I felt my mood lighten a little from the knowledge that he wasn’t intending for me to suffer all night, that he could easily relieve me from my discomfort if I asked him. The idea had been pretty hot when it’d just been Jason and me, alone in my room, and I’d been slowly coming around to the concept until we were interrupted. Now that we were outside in the cool evening air, I was really starting to get uncomfortable.

I blinked gratefully up at Jason, but his mischievous grin told me that maybe I shouldn’t be so grateful.

“You can have them if it get’s too much, but then you don’t get your reward,” he teased.

I kept moderately quiet during the ride restaurant because all my attention was focussed on trying desperately to pull my dress down lower. I found myself grateful that the material was relatively clingy and didn’t glide up too much as I moved. I couldn’t help but think that I should have put up more protest. I was a little outside my comfort zone. However, I could see from the gleeful glimmer in Jason’s eye that he was delighted. He was obviously getting something out of this and that was enough for me.

Chapter 8

Friday, 18th January 2013

We saw Laura before she saw us. I was glad to see that she was also wearing a dress, although she was probably wearing something under hers.

“Hi, Laura,” Adam greeted her with a hug before introducing us.

I’d seen her before, in the coffee shop, but not actually met her. All I had to go on was the details I’d heard from Adam but she sounded lovely.

Once we’d been seated, the conversation flowed easily. Laura was a delight and it was easy to see why Adam liked her.

“So how did you two meet?” Laura asked, looking at Jason and me.

“She threw herself at me in a night club,” Jason responded nonchalantly.

“I did not throw myself at you!” I protested with a chuckle.

“No, my memory is very good. You definitely threw yourself at me,” Jason nodded, a smug smile breaking out on his handsome face.

“How could you forget how you met, shorty?” Adam snorted in mock derision.

“I didn’t forget!” I protested. “Jason stalked me and I fell into him!”

“You stalked her?” Adam laughed, flashing his cheeky grin.

“I did
not
stalk her,” Jason said, looking very affronted. “I
may
have followed her, but she still threw herself at me.”

I was about to protest but I felt Jason start to move his hand up my leg underneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth. I shot him a wicked ‘don’t-you-dare’ look but that didn’t deter him.

“Oh no! Somebody’s in trouble,” Adam laughed, wrongly misinterpreting my angry glare in Jason’s direction.

“She’ll forgive me,” Jason winked at me but I was too busy focussing on trying to keep my face neutral as to not draw attention to what Jason was doing under the table, right in front of Adam and Laura.
I’m in dire need of a crash course in maintaining a poker face
.

“I might not,” I said pointedly, glancing down quickly at my legs and hoping he got the message.

“I can be very persuasive,” he said in a low voice, leaning closer to kiss my cheek as his hand reached the apex of my thighs.

As if I needed a reminder of my knickerless predicament, Jason began brushing slow, gentle circles on my upper thigh. He wasn’t making direct contact with the danger zone but the mere proximity and movement was enough to leave me panting slightly.

When his fingers started travelling higher somewhere between the main course and desert, I shot him a panicked glance. I wasn’t sure how far he planned on taking it and I wasn’t comfortable letting him touch me quite so intimately in such a public place. Especially knickerless. In the library at least I’d had the protection of my underwear and there were hardly any people in the room. This felt far more exposed.