“Don’t be. We all have to let out a little emotionsometimes,” he replies, shoving his hands back into his pockets and rocking on his heels.
“Do you?” I ask before I can think twice. “Let your emotions out, I mean.”
Jason seems indifferent to the question. He doesn’t answer right away, then shrugs. “Haven’t found a way to let it out yet.”
“You should,” I say, as if I’ve found a healthy way to let out my emotions that doesn’t include hugging the man I definitely shouldn’t have tingly feelings for. Jason looks up at me. Our eyes lock, his brown eyes burning with something so intense, I can’t seem to name it. He takes a step toward me, and I step back, giving him more room. Only he follows. He reaches out, grasping my wrist in his warm, rough hand. He pulls me back into him, making me stumble.
“The last time I felt relaxed, like I got my emotions out was at the hotel,” he says so low that I have to strain to hear him. “I haven’t felt that good in years, and I haven’t felt it since that weekend.”
I gasp at his admission. “We…” I swallow thickly. “Jason,” I say, his name coming out soft and strained, not at all confident.
Neither of us are looking at each other, avoiding gazes like we’ll be scorched if we catch the other’s eye. I’m hit with a wave of heat, a tension that crackles between us, and I can’t take it. I glance up, and so does Jason.
Our eyes meet, and something snaps. I’m lunging back into his embrace, my arms flying up and around his neck. His hands cup my face, and our lips crash together in an anguished kiss.
I press my body as close as possible to him. My heart pounds rampantly in my chest, like it’s trying to burst out ofmy skin. The last time we kissed doesn’t even compare to this one. Jason is pouring his emotions into this, and maybe I am too, but I can’t get enough.
My hips move, pushing up against his hard groin. Jason grunts against my lips. “Fuck, sunshine.”
I bite down on his bottom lip at the nickname, prompting him to groan, low and long. His chest rumbles, tickling my skin. Jason moves his hands that are cupping my face, one down to slowly wrap around my neck, the other to rest on my hip. He breaks the kiss for only a moment, moving down to kiss along my jaw.
I gasp when his hand around my throat tightens in the slightest. I can still breathe, but it’s like he wants me to know he’s there. The hand on my hip tightens, gripping the love handle I secretly hate and wish I could change, but he’s gripping me like he can’t get enough of me. It makes me start to love it, knowing he loves it.
He groans, shifting his hips so his hardening cock presses against me. “Jase,” I breathe, my head falling back. I’m floating, falling into nothing.
Hearing his name, he pulls back completely, dropping his hand from my throat. I think he’s going to put a stop to this, and I nearly whimper. My panties are growing wetter by the second, my tummy swooping with each second that passes. Instead of calling it off, he pushes me back against a wall of barrels.
I let out a small shriek, and Jason silences me with his mouth, his tongue pressing between my lips. He stops his kiss for only a moment, and I’m confused when he bends down, his head level with my chest. Both hands on my hips, he traces down, bending until his hands are at the backs of my thighs.
He pulls me up and into his arms, my legs flying up and latching around his waist. “Jason!” I shriek, and he kisses me again.
“Quiet, sunshine,” he growls.
“Put me down,” I whisper angrily. He can’t hold me like this.
“No,” he simply replies. I pant against his mouth, so focused on clutching to his shirt in case he drops me. Brad would never have even tried to lift me during sex, let alone hold me while he kisses me like I’m the only person in the world.
His cock presses against my slick panties, and he thrusts, giving me the smallest amount of friction. “I need more,” I whimper against his mouth.
Jason shifts, pushing me back against one of the sturdy barrels that are firmly held on shelves against the wall. My ass, covered by my panties and pink wrap dress, now rests on the very edge of one of the large wooden barrels.
With one hand, Jason hooks my right thigh higher, and pushes the other off his hip, opening me to him. My heeled foot is tall enough that the ball of my foot steadies me on the ground. Jason’s brown eyes are dilated, the black of his pupil nearly as wide as the iris. I nod when I see his searching gaze, and his fingers reach for the hem of my soft cotton thong, pulling it off my pussy and to the side.
His fingers trail up through my core, sending a shiver through my body. This was so unexpected. I came down here to take a breath, and now Jason’s fingers are sliding through my soaked pussy.
One tentative finger presses inside me, and I drop my head back against the barrel with a dullthud. Jason plunges in and out of me, his thumb finding my clit and circling it at a leisurely pace. I try to shift and get more, more pressure,moreeverything, but he doesn’t let me. “Don’t move,” he murmurs, bending in to kiss me. “I’ve got you, sunshine. I’ll get you where you need to be.”
I trust his words implicitly. He adds a second finger, and the added pressure is wonderful. His fingers are long and thick, and add in his thumb on my clit, and I’m close to a life altering orgasm in mere minutes. Wetness coats Jason’s fingers and hands, and while I hurtle toward a release, I also can’t wait to experience the fullness of his length inside me. I didn’t get that last time, only had him in my hand. I need it this time. He does too.
His mouth teases mine open, and fuck, he’s such a good kisser. He tastes so good, always the hint of a flavor, though I can’t quite grasp what it is. It’s fruity, but also has the tang of something else.
With one more flick to my clit and thrust of his fingers, I’m sliding into my orgasm, my pussy clenching around him in a steady rhythm. I hold my breath so I don’t scream and bite down on Jason’s lip again. He kisses me through it, tangling our lips together until my orgasm is through. I take in a heavy breath once I’m convinced I won’t scream out in ecstasy any more.
As soon as his fingers slide out of me, I’m using one hand to reach into his pants, the other still wrapped around him for balance. Jason reaches down too, unzipping his pants and helping me get his cock out. Wetness beads on the slit, his crown red and desperate for touch, friction, release.
I wrap my fingers around him, pumping a few times to give him some sort of relief. Gently, I pull him by his cock so he’s closer to me, closer to my drenched pussy that needs him.
He hesitates for a moment, and I fear we’ve gone too far.
