When Jason came up next to me, I avoided eye contact and waited for him to unlock the door.
Truth be told, I had planned to run to my room and hide there for a few months, but as soon as we walked in and Jason closed the door behind us, he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall.
My breath came out in a whoosh as my back hit the wall, hard.
“Jason,” I gasped, shocked.
He captured my face in his hands and my heart skyrocketed when I saw the look on his face.
“Do it again,” he growled.
My eyes on his, my breathing hard, I quietly asked, “Do what, Jason?”
“Kiss me like that. Again.” It almost sounded like a threat.
I swallowed and looked down at his lips. “That wasn’t me,” I whispered, my voice barely functioning. “You kissed me.” I fisted my hands and pressed them against the wall. My body was shaking with years of want and need for him.
God, I’d wanted this boy to look at me like he was looking at me at that moment ever since I’d learned about how a boy should kiss a girl. He was my perfect guy.
“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his nose against my neck, breathing me in. He was breathing me in! “That was all you.”
His lips ghosted over mine and I took a quick, sharp breath. When he backed off an inch or two, taking his warmth away, I found myself going after him like a puppet being played.
He tilted his head. “Kiss me, Olive,” he repeated again, his eyes locked on mine.
Starved for him, I launched myself into his arms. My arms went around his neck and I roughly pulled him down to my lips. That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me back against the wall and let me take what I wanted.
When I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and tasted his tongue on mine, he groaned. Bending down, his hand reached under my skirt for the curve of my ass and he hoisted me up against the wall.
I squealed into his mouth, but he didn’t break our kiss. That was the point where he took over and gave me something I’d never had with any other guy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tighter, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling on them slightly.
He groaned, a sound that was so rough and delicious that it vibrated through me and caused even more heat to pool between my legs, an area that was now in close contact with his jean-clad cock. I tightened my legs around him, dying to get a little more friction against his hardness. As if he knew what I needed, his hands tightened on my ass and he thrust his hips right where I needed him. Pronto!
He broke our kiss and I took a big gulp of air as he grazed my jawline with his teeth and then moved down over my throat. His breathing was just as erratic as mine was. When he gave me another thrust, hitting the—perfect—spot, I gasped and threw my head back, hitting the wall with a thud that probably caused me to lose more than a few brain cells.
Being kissed by him was worth every one.
Then his lips were on mine and suddenly we were moving. I held his face in my hands and took as much as I could from his lips. I didn’t even care where he was taking me as long as he kept kissing me like that.
When my ass hit something solid, I opened my eyes and looked around while Jason’s hands were working to get off my panties under my skirt. We were in the kitchen area and I was sitting on the kitchen island.
Hot!
I was about to score big time!
The panties got caught up in my shoes and he practically snapped them off, startling another gasp from me. The lights coming from his backyard were enough for me to see his dark eyes burning with heat. Heat for me. His big hands kept caressing my thighs, but otherwise he let me have my look as we panted, out of breath.
His eyes still on me, he licked his lips, slipped his hands in between my thighs, and spread them wide open, making space for his body.
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. Our eyes were open and I was falling so deep with him—no turning back, done for life deep.
“Will you be wet for me when I touch you?” he whispered against my mouth. His fingers were toying with me, caressing an imaginary trail from my knee up toward my pussy, never quite touching, but getting too damn close for me to sit absolutely still.
My heart beating out of my chest, I nodded. “So wet,” I whispered.
“Good,” he muttered in a thick voice, and finally, finally his fingertips touched me right there.
My eyes closed. I moaned and threw my head back.
His hand left me and he cupped my neck, bringing my forehead back to rest against his.
“No, baby. I want you to look into my eyes when I make you come. I want you to remember.”
As if I could ever forget him touching me…
He gave me his finger again, but this time, he didn’t caress or play. He pushed two of his fingers inside me, literally taking my breath away, and pressed his thumb firmly against my clit.
My legs shaking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn’t moving and I needed him to move really bad. It wasn’t going to take more than a few seconds for me to come. A few thrusts and I was going to lose it.
“Please,” I whispered and cupped his face, staring into his eyes like he wanted me to do.
“You want me?” he asked, his voice unrecognizable.
“Yes,” I sighed. I’d wanted him for years. I’d longed for him when he was sleeping in my brother’s room, so close but still far away. Then when years had passed, I’d longed for him secretly, watching his movies, holding him close to my heart even when he was impossible for me to have. “Yes,” I repeated with more feeling.
“Then kiss me, Olive.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. Holding his face to my lips, I kissed him softly. His fingers gave me a small thrust and his thumb rubbed my clit, just as softly as my kiss. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Tilting his head with my hands, I kissed him deeper. It was still soft, but I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth to taste all of him, to play with his tongue.
His fingers started thrusting deeper, my wetness seeping out of me all around his fingers, and I mewled into his mouth as I tried to push my hips forward to take more of him.
When he hit a specific spot, I tore my mouth away from his and held on to his shoulders, my fingers curling in.
“Holy crap,” I whispered, spreading my thighs wider. “Jason.”
Warmth started to creep all over my body, every inch of my skin erupting in goose bumps. I was almost there, so I told him exactly that.
“I’m so close,” I murmured, my eyes close.
He added another finger into me and I arched my back.
So fucking close.
It was going to be one of those long, intense orgasms. Nothing crazy, at least nothing too crazy, but still one of those sweet, I’m burning all over in a good way kind of orgasms.
He gave me his fingers with slow, deep thrusts as his thumb ghosted over my clit, making me practically lose my mind.
Letting go of his shoulders, I leaned back and propped myself on my hands, opening my legs even wider, asking for more.
“Jason, please,” I mumbled when he didn’t quicken his pace and let me fly.
“You need it hard?” he asked with a low growl to his voice.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you like.”
I opened my eyes and gazed at him, barely holding myself together. To hear the friction his fingers were causing, to know that he was aware of how wet I was for him… Knowing I was blushing, just a little, I spoke when I was still getting lost in his intense gaze. “Harder. Faster.”