She reaches out, running her hands over my chest and shoulders. I deepen the strokes, letting my balls slap against her each time. Her breath rushes out. She’s clutching at my arms. I quicken the pace, and her muscles tighten. Her back is arching, and her mouth is open in a silent scream. I’m pounding into her when she digs her nails into my biceps and throws her head back, releasing that scream that was stuck in her throat.
That tight pussy closes around me, her inner muscles cutting short any ideas I had of bringing her to a second orgasm. A moment later I’m grinding into her, emptying my balls in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
10
Jasmine
I open my eyes to darkness, my pulse speeding up as I blink. I’m not sure what woke me up, but my internal clock says it’s daylight. In fact, it’s later than I would normally wake up.
Where am I? And what’s covering my arm and legs? I move, pulling my arms out from under the unexpected weight. Then he moves, and it all comes back to me. I’m in the hotel room with Profes—with Chase Reynolds.
“Morning,” he says sleepily. He’s rearranging his arm over me when there’s a knock at the door. That must be what woke me up. He groans. “I ordered a late breakfast.” He rolls over, dragging his arm off my breasts as he gets out of bed, naked. I’m not ashamed to admit heat rushes over me at the sight. He stretches, moving as if he’s comfortable walking around without any clothes on, then disappears into the bathroom.
Should I get up also? Without the weight anchoring me, I feel a little lost. Despite what happened yesterday, on the desk and later in bed, I’m not ready to be naked outside of a bathroom while he’s around.
Chase comes back with both robes and lays one on the bed as he walks by. “You hungry?”
As if on cue, my stomach rumbles loud enough to answer for me. “I guess so.”
“Good. Me, too.” He pulls the robe around him. “Come on,” he says from the doorway. “I’ll have them set up.” Another knock filters in, and he disappears. “Coming,” he calls out.
I scramble out of bed, fumbling with the robe as I dash into the bathroom. The terrycloth is so thick you’d think this is brand new.
I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I know why he kept the light off. I’m a mess. I turn on the tap and make quick work of the sad clown look I have going on. There’s not much I can do about my hair without an actual brush. The overnight bag is by the entrance, where Nina set it last night. I run my fingers through my hair as best as I can then pull the strands over my shoulder. The treatment Millicent used is a miracle worker. I’ve never felt my hair so silky.
Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and pad across the bedroom and into the living area.
“Perfect timing,” he says, pulling back the drapes but, thankfully, leaving the thinner curtain in place. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got several things we might share.”
“Thank you.” The table is set with juice, coffee, milk, sliced fruit, and toast, while several covered dishes sit alongside. This is more than I’d eat all week.
“I told them we could serve ourselves,” he says, taking a seat. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel having someone around.”
I nod, not knowing when to stop. “I’m definitely not ready to have someone see me like this.” I push my hair behind my ear. “I could go—.”
“No.” He smiles. “You’re perfect as you are.”
I bow my head. How did I end up sitting in a room with Chase Reynolds, practically naked, with him being charming?
He picks up a cover so perfect I can see my reflection in it. “Eggs.” The platter has scrambled eggs, sunny side up, and over easy.
“Oh.” There are more food than we could eat.
He sets the cover on the lower rack and removes another. This time there’s sausage links, thick-cut bacon, and Canadian bacon.
“My mouth is watering.” I’ve never tasted bacon like that, or Canadian bacon, for that matter.
“And finally, brioche French toast, crepes with lingonberries, and pancakes.” I gasp at the tiny pancakes. “And we have a winner,” he teases, putting the last lid down. “I was starting to think I missed every single thing you like.”
I chuckle. “No, not at all. I’m just speechless.”
“It’s the crepes, right? I only know the name of the berries because of the menu.” He shrugs. “I tend to have cereal in the morning.”
“Me, too.”
He turns to the platters. “Would you prefer—”
“No,” I reply, wide-eyed. “This is perfect.” How could he think I’d turn this away, especially after he went to all the trouble? “It what’s available at school.” The options are limited, and, even then, what they have isn’t the best. Most of the people in the kitchen are students with on-campus jobs and little experience cooking.
He tightens his lips. “Of course, I didn’t think.”
I’m not sure if he expects me to serve, or what he has in mind. I didn’t think to ask Nina about what’s expected after…what we did. “Should I…” I signal to the food and him.
“How about we do this buffet style?” he suggests.
I smile. “That sounds good.” We both stand, serving ourselves. I have the urge to pile on some of everything, in part because of the sweet thought and because I can’t fathom throwing away so much food.
“We burned enough calories so you can eat whatever you’d like,” he says with a sly smile.
“You had to say it like that,” I murmur.
“Well, you’ll need to get comfortable with a few new things today,” he teases. “Nina booked us for a massage this afternoon.”
“A massage?” The closest I’ve ever come to a massage is seeing one on TV.
“She’ll also be getting you something to wear when we go out for dinner.”
“Oh. That sounds wonderful.”
“I shared the lingonberry story, so now you can tell me why you were smiling so much at the pancakes.”
“This may seem silly to you.” I run my fork over the perfect little circle. Can a man like this understand what it’s like to have something for yourself? How special it felt. “I was a kid, not even in kinder yet, when I had one of these.” I smile at the memory. “I felt so grown up because I had something that was just for me. It may have been the first time I had something that wasn’t shared with me.”
“Something of your very own,” he says. “I get that.”
“I remember holding it with both hands and taking tiny bites.” I must have looked like a little mouse, having half my face covered by the treat. I’ve never been able to remember how I came to have it. Maybe one of Mom’s boyfriends trying to score points.
“I can easily imagine you a dainty little girl.” He digs into the eggs and bacon.
“More like I was trying to make it last.” I cut the circle in half then again before taking a bite without bothering with syrup. I glance up to find him studying me as he’s chewing. I curl my toes, self-conscious over sharing something so personal without a second thought. I have to watch what I say around him. The last thing I need is to have him feeling sorry for me.