"Atalanta, you're certainly not making it easy to be a gentleman,” He whispered.
"A gentleman wouldn't have kissed me like you did the other day,” I pointed out.
He licked his lips. “True but I knew that was wrong of me to spring myself on you like that. So, I'm trying to be more courteous this time."
"And who said I wanted you to be a gentleman?"
Taking a leap of faith, I slid my fingers up into his hair, pulling a groan from him before tugging his lips down to meet mine. The moment our lips touched, Jason surged forward, startling poor Rocket out of our laps. His hands found their way to my hips as he leaned heavily into the kiss. It was desperate, needy. Hands mapping out each other's bodies over our clothing, mouths meeting feverishly. When his tongue swiped across my bottom lip seeking invitation, I gave it. When his tongue delved into my mouth, my body, which was already warming up, set itself on fire. I arched into him, wanting more attention from his hands, his mouth, him.
I reached around his waist to cup at his jean-covered ass, wanting him closer. He leaned into me, gently pushing me down until I was sprawled across the couch with him on top of me.
We broke the kiss, panting, meeting each other's eyes for a split second. I gasped. His eyes were shining, it almost looked as if the blue of his iris was fading into other parts of his eye. I only caught a quick look before he leaned to the side and nipped at my ear, distracting my mind with the tingles that ran down my body to my core.
His lips and teeth nipped and licked, making their way down to the crook of my neck. I moaned when he suckled there, arching into him further. My right leg which was between his pressed against the hard bulge that was in his pants. He felt rather large, and I wanted to explore his length more. Slowly I ran my hand down his chest making my way to his crotch. When I cupped him through his pants, he groaned and broke away from my neck.
"Atalanta," He whispered, his voice low and harsh.
I hummed as I continued to rub his cock, feeling proud when he moaned and thrusted further into my touch, clearly wanting more. His own hands, which had been supporting him on either side of me, repositioned, the left one shifting under my head, fingers tangling themselves in my hair while the right one pulled up to lightly cup my breast on the outside of my blouse. He was gentle, testing me to see if I would deny him. In response, I pressed my hand harder into his cock.
He jerked his crotch forward, thrusting into my hand once more before leaning his face back down into the crook of my neck.
This all felt too good. My body was hot and needy, wanting his hands to sink below the waistband of my pants but also not wanting him to stop his slow kneading of my breast. I knew I was wet, I could feel it as I began to dampen my underwear. When his legs moved closer, one of them pressing into me, I found my solution. I ground myself against his thigh.
"Someone wants something," He chuckled into my neck, his hot breath causing me to shiver.
"Maybe," I breathed.
"Well, I can't leave you unsatisfied."
He shifted again, his leg moving away from my grinding hips, the hand which had been focused on my breast making its way down.
It was right before those fingers touched the top of my pants that I felt myself slipping. Before I realized what was happening it was too late. I fell off the couch with a yelp, dragging Jason down with me as we tumbled and smacked into the coffee table next to us.
It didn't hurt, but it definitely startled me out of my lust-induced haze.
"Holy shit, are you okay?" Jason asked. He was still on top of me, and I was unable to get a good look at his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. I placed my hand on his shoulder, urging for him to get up.
He didn't for several moments, both of us panting heavily. I turned my head and looked at the table. We had knocked it over in our fall, the stuff that was on top spilled to the floor.
Whoops.
Finally, Jason sat up. When I looked at his face, he was flushed and grinning like a fool. I also noticed that his eyes looked normal. I guess it had to be my sex-crazed brain seeing things.
"Well, that was enlightening," He said before standing, pulling me up with him.
"What do you mean enlightening?"
"Well I just mean that--"
"Oh my God, I think I broke your table!" I interrupted him with a shout.
The table wasn't just knocked over, one of its legs had bowed inward. Frowning, Jason looked down at the table as well. Walking over to it he picked up the corner with the broken leg. It dangled there for a moment, a few splinters holding the piece of wood on before it fully snapped off and fell with a thud to the floor.
Jason stared at it for a moment before he broke into laughter. I, on the other hand, was completely mortified.
Holding my face in my hands, I groaned. “I am so sorry.”
“Why? It's not like this is your fault. Besides, it's an easy fix.”
“But I was the one who fell into it. Oh, your parents are going to be so upset! They’re going to hate me, and I haven’t even met them yet!” I rubbed my face back and forth, so frustrated with myself.
Putting the table down, he came over to me and gently pulled my hands away from my face. "Atalanta, it’s okay. I’ll fix it up good as new before they even get home tonight. They aren’t going to be mad when no real damage was done.”
“I don't know,” I said, staring at the table.
I felt Jason’s fingers gently touch my chin and pull my face away from the broken table to look up at him.
“It’s going to be okay. Let's get you home and I promise I’ll send you a text with the photo of the fixed table.”
I nodded. I felt horrible about breaking the table. Yet, I would admit I didn’t mind what lead up to it. My insides shivered thinking about his lips on mine and what could have been if I hadn’t fallen over.
That pleasure and warmth was doused by a bucket of ice water when we were leaving.
As I had passed by the mirror and caught a glimpse of myself, I noticed that I looked really cute in the off the shoulder long sleeve Cal let me borrow. My eyes had widened when I realized the shirt had gotten messed up during our frantic make-out session and a sliver of white scar was poking out from beneath the low neckline of the shirt. Quickly, I fixed the shirt and looked over to Jason who was grabbing his keys and our coats. A flutter of relief spread through me when I realized he probably didn't see anything.
Of course, the reality of what could have happened slapped me in the face. If I had let him go any further, he would have seen. How could I possibly explain it to him? I couldn’t.
I would have to be more careful from now on.
We drove back in a comfortable silence. He had one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped around mine. When he pulled up outside, I noticed Dad was gone. With any hope, he had gone to get groceries with the money from our paychecks and some more supplies to fix the house.
I turned to look at him, my free hand on the door handle. "I’d invite you in, but if you hadn’t noticed before we don't have any furniture. And you need to head back to fix that table.”
He nodded. “I noticed. I told your dad that I’d be able to help him find furniture around town, that the townspeople might have some spare furniture for you guys to use. But he said he didn’t want to take their furniture if he wasn’t sure you guys would have to move again.”
“Yeah. Some places we’ve stayed only a month or two.”
“Why?”