“Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice eager and yearning, pulling me from my fear.
“So ready,” I murmur, trailing my hand up his neck to thread in his hair and kiss him roughly. He lines his erection up, and presses gently in.
That’s the last of the gentleness, though. Once he’s inside me, he thrusts hard, jolting my body with the motion. He fills me up so deeply that I’m fuller than I ever have before. I use my leg still around his hip to pull him tighter, and my hands around his shoulders hold me steady.
One of his hands is still wrapped under my thigh, the other sliding up my torso to cup my breasts. He squeezes as he pounds in and out of me. I breathe heavily, the movements of his body inside me almost euphoric.
“Oh, god,” I mewl. Jason tugs at the bow around my waist, pulling the wrap dress apart to get a glimpse at my chest. I’m in a simple black bra, but that doesn’t stop him from looking at my breasts like they’re the greatest things he’s ever seen. He yanks one cup down, freeing my boob and tweaking the hard nipple between his fingers. I gasp, throwing my head back again. I’m going to have a headache after hitting my head on this freaking barrel so many times.Worth it.
After turning my nipple to a pointed peak, he frees my other breast, repeating the motions until my nipples tingle with every tease.
I’m about to lose my mind with pleasure. I don’t think I’ll come again, but having him inside me is so fucking good. Jason must know I’m close to screeching, because he moves his hand from my breast, up to wrap his fingers around my neck again. He squeezes so gently, a warning. I do my best to stifle my cries.
His eyes stare down at mine in question, checking to makesure he hasn’t crossed a boundary. “Don’t stop,” I breathe in an answered whisper. “More.”
Jason’s fingers tighten ever so slightly, still not enough to cut off any air supply, but it helps to hold in my moans of pleasure. His thrusts become harder, less rhythmic as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sunshine,” he groans, kissing me again. “You want me to come? You want to see what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I say, trying to contain my cries. He tenses his fingers around my throat in a warning. I nod, and he moves with me.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, and a gush of wetness pours out of me. He thrusts a few more times, and I know he’s about to come.
The sound of a creaking door pulls us out of our crazed moment. A voice calls down the long stairway, echoing into the cellar. “Fallon? Are you down there?”
Josie.Of course she would come looking for me.
I squeak and start to panic. Jason’s eyes widen, and when I hear the first step of Josie’s feet on the stone stairs, I wrap my fingers around Jason’s wrist, yanking his fingers from my throat and covering his own mouth with his hand.
“I’m fine!” I call, begging silently that she doesn’t come to investigate. Jason adjusts us, and that’s when his cock jerks inside me. Hot spurts of warmth fill me, and slowly drip out of my pussy as Jason shudders around me. His brows furrow in pleasure, and I drop my head back onto the barrel yet again. “Did you just cum?” I whisper.
Jason nods with a grimace, and slides his still hard cock out of me, his release dripping as he does. I internally groan, knowing this is going to be a hassle to clean. I’m going to have to book it to the bathroom.
I hoist my tits back into my bra, and work on righting my dress. I scramble off the barrel, both feet now firmly on the floor. Jason tucks his cock back into his pants, his eyes searching the room, hopefully looking for a towel or something to clean us up with.
“Are you sure? It’s been a while,” Josie calls.
“Fine! I needed a minute to breathe. I’ll be right up,” I yell.
“Okay. Things are okay up here,” she reassures. “So if you need another minute… let me know?” she says as a question.
“I will, thanks, Josie!”
Her next question causes me to internally combust. “Have you seen Jason anywhere? Laila is here and has a question for him.”
I freeze in my tracks, a chill running through my body. “Um, nope!” I try to keep my voice level, but it cracks.Fuck.
Josie’s perceptive enough that she’ll figure it out. If she didn’t already assume he was down here, she knows for sure he is now. Especially after that FaceTime at the hotel, she has to think something is up between us now.
I glance behind me, my cheeks flaming red, to find Jason shoving himself into his pants. He shimmies to adjust himself, and I fling my gaze anywhere but at his still hard dick.
Did we really just fuck in the wine cellar? Oh, fuck me.
23
JASON
Josie’s not going to let this go. I can already tell. She knew I was down here. I literally asked her if she’d seen Fallon, and she was more than happy to direct me to her. She’s such a little shit. She and Andrew really are the perfect match, because this is exactly the type of shit he would do.
