His other hand cups my breast as his mouth returns to my lips, licking and nibbling. Locating my nipple, he bites it hard through the fabric, and I cry out. I’m completely breathless. Without warning he picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He carries me to the bed and lays me down, then goes over to the door and turns the lock.
“Don’t want anyone interrupting us,” he says in a dangerously sexy voice.
I’m practically panting. He comes and settles himself between my thighs, his hands braced on the bed to hold himself over me.
“These sheets smell like you,” I say, unable to help myself.
My words seem to surprise him. “You like that?”
I can only nod in reply.
“I used to live here, before Jessie decided she wanted her place to herself. This was my room.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
We lock eyes for a long time, and one of his hands goes to my mouth, fingers brushing tenderly at my bottom lip. One finger slips inside a little, and I suck gently. Jay swears.
“Those fucking lips. So soft. So perfect.”
My cheeks heat up
“I’ve never seen a more exquisite sight than you when you’re all turned on, darlin’. You know that?”
I avert my eyes, but he takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
“You want me?” he asks, swallowing.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice barely audible.
My eyes flicker back and forth between his, my heart fluttering. When his hand travels from my mouth and back to my neck, he grips me, his big hand practically going all the way around to my nape. I turn completely boneless beneath him. As he bends down, his mouth meets mine again harshly. He claims me with his tongue. Our chests rise and fall with our rapid breathing. I break the kiss and nuzzle my nose below his ear, finally mustering up the courage to tell him what I want.
“Make love to me,” I whisper. Emotion catches in my throat. “I want you inside me.”
He pulls back to look me in the eye, and I’d swear he’s trying to see right into my soul. “Once we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back.”
“I’m yours,” I tell him fervently before reaching down and pressing my hand to the erection straining against his jeans. He shudders. I go for his fly, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. All the while he’s just breathing over me, holding still, on the verge of losing control.
I want him to lose control.
Sliding my hand inside his jeans, I’m greeted with the feel of his hot, hard, silky flesh, and I moan. I move my hand up and down, relishing how big he is and how he groans appreciatively when I touch him. He grips the elastic of my underwear on either side of my hips and yanks it down so hard I think I hear a tear. My shoes got lost somewhere along the way, because my knickers glide easily over my bare feet before he throws them onto the floor. His cock presses against my sex, and I shiver. Skin to skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters, biting his lip. He holds his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down my wetness, teasing at my entrance.
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“Forgot to bring Johnnies.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll just eat you out,” he suggests, already moving down my body, but I grab his shoulders.
“No. It’s okay. I mean, I don’t have anything. You don’t have to worry about that. And I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager.”
“Jesus, don’t offer me something like that, darlin’. I might just take it,” he says, eyes not leaving mine.
“Please, take it, Jay.”
One eyebrow rises. “You trust me that much?”
I nod. “You’re clean, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then I trust you.”
“Fucking hell.”
He pushes the rest of my dress up and over my head, then makes short work of getting rid of my bra. His eyes feast on my naked breasts as he moves his head down to suck each nipple into his mouth. “Hey, girls,” he says, talking to my boobs with a wicked grin curving his lips. “Missed ya.”
Oh, God.
I didn’t think a man talking to my breasts could be such a turn-on, but when Jay does, it really, really is. He lavishes them with attention for a long time, so long that I’m on the verge of begging him to fuck me. He slips off his jeans and boxer shorts, then pulls his shirt off over his head. His expression is serious when he looks back at me. His hand goes between my legs, a couple of his fingers slipping inside me. I arch my back at the pleasant invasion.
“Jesus.”
I bite my lip. “Is there something wrong?”
“You’re so wet, and fuck, you feel incredible.”
My skin breaks out in goose bumps when I see the dark look in his gaze.
“Tell me the truth. Has a man ever made you come before me?”
It’s ridiculous, given that I’m naked beneath him, but I blush. He stares at me. “Ah, there it is. I was the first. I fucking love that.”
He pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty. It only lasts a second before he positions himself, locks eyes with me, and then slowly pushes in. It’s nothing like having his hand there. He’s so much bigger, thicker, my walls clenching tight around him. His hands cup my face as he fills me up, and then when he’s completely inside me, he goes still.
“Fuck.” He stares at me for a long time. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.”
And those are the most beautiful words that have ever been said to me. I feel like I might cry. Too many emotions are building up in my chest. The way Jay’s looking at me makes me feel like what’s happening right now is so much bigger than I can possibly know. There’s worship in his every movement, every touch. I’d thought I was just an attraction to him. I’d thought he just liked my body. But that can’t be all there is. This feels like coming home, and my brain can’t comprehend why.
He rocks his hips once and I shudder, pleasure ripping through me with the movement. He does it again, and I grip his upper arm tightly.
“That feel good?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
He moves his hips again, this time faster and more than once. He rocks in and out, his breaths quickening, the two of us growing frenzied.
“Jason,” I moan.
His thumb brushes my lips. “Love hearing you say my name, especially when my cock’s inside you.”
I get lost in his eyes, in the feel of him. Music and party noises drift in from outside, but I barely notice. In here there’s just us, and it makes my heart hurt. I need some reassurance that he isn’t going to disappear into thin air like when he’s on stage. This feels too good to last.
“Please don’t pull away from me again. I couldn’t take it,” I whisper, but I’m not sure if he hears me. He’s too lost now, moving in and out of me, pumping so hard it shakes the bed, his expression fierce. I feel myself tightening, building to something I’ve never felt before. Just as it hits me, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, Jay’s movements start to slow.
“Shit, are you coming?” he rasps, staring down at me.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I think. I don’t know.”
“God. I can feel it. You are. Incredible.” He speaks in short, jagged sentences. The next thing I know, he’s coming, too, pouring himself into me. He kisses me long and deep, his chest falling into mine, his heavy weight surprisingly pleasant on top of me.
“That was…incredible,” he murmurs, all out of breath, his lips in my hair. His hand wanders down between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles. His come is all over me, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
I laugh. “God, how are we ever going to clean ourselves up? We’re a mess. Everyone in the party is going to know.”
“So what? Fuck ’em.”
He rolls off me, his back hitting the mattress, and I snuggle into his side, tracing the lines of his tattoos, the six of hearts in particular.
“Tell me what this one means,” I whisper.