“Kiss me, Jason,” I gasped, my hands tightening on his arms. He took my mouth and I let it all go. I let it all seep out of me. Everything I had been holding on to for such a long time.
When I started to contract around him more violently, my orgasm ripping through my body, Jason buried himself deep into me and started grinding. The intensity of my orgasm swept through my body and I started crying again. As my tears slid over our lips, I cupped his face and kissed him deeper, giving him my tongue.
My body was shaking like a leaf.
“Shit, baby.” I felt his groan vibrate through my entire body and he started ramming into me. Hard, deep strokes that managed to pull something more from me. Another small shock went through me and then Jason was emptying himself in me.
My chest filling with a warm feeling, I nipped at his lips until his hips slowed down and he let out a long groan. Burying his face against my neck, he stilled inside me. After dropping small kisses on my skin, he lifted his head and gave me my dimple.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I arched my neck and kissed his scruffy cheek, right where his dimple lived to torture me and the entire human population.
When my head hit the bed again, he was smiling even bigger.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, a touch of worry in his voice.
“Perfect,” I answered, grinning up at him.
“I have to take care of the condom.”
“Now?”
He kissed my nose. “Yes, sweetheart.” He gently slid out of me, his cock still semi-hard, and then he was off the bed, heading toward the master bathroom.
Without him filling me, I felt so empty. What now? This wasn’t how I’d imagined my night would end. What would happen now? Was this a one-time thing for him? After having him and knowing how it felt to have him…if I didn’t have him again, would I die from heartache?
Was that how it worked?
Before I could think of something to say, he was back by my side, gathering me up in his arms and settling us under the covers. It didn’t escape my notice that he had put on a pair of briefs before getting into bed.
I lay still, not even moving an inch.
He was silent, but his hands were sliding up and down my arm. What did that mean?
It felt good to be in his arms again. Yeah, I was naked and he was not, but it was still good. He hadn’t left me alone his room. It was something.
I should’ve opened my damn mouth and said, what now? Or anything really. But I didn’t. Neither did Jason.
I had questions, but I feared his answers.
But why didn’t he say something?
Not too long after he got in bed with me, his arm stilled over my waist and he fell asleep.
Jason and Olive captured on video while engaging in a passionate kiss!
Oh, boy! Ladies, did any of you not take a cold shower after watching the video of Jason Thorn kissing Olive Taylor on the stage? We don’t know about you, but we sure did. Several of them.
As if that’s not enough, we are hearing rumors from a source close to the couple that they quietly got married in Jason’s Bel Air home and are trying to keep it on the down low so they can ease Olive’s family into the unexpected marriage. Our source reveals that Jason was too anxious to have an extended engagement and instead decided to surprise Olive with a stress-free wedding. Everyone believes they are truly smitten with each other.
While a lot of Jason Thorn fans are shocked and not sure what to make of the rumors, Olive’s own fans seemed to support this union wholeheartedly. After watching that kiss, we don’t think the rumors are false at this point.
And can we talk more about the video, please? Oh, what we wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in Jason Thorn’s home to watch what happened when they were alone… After a kiss like that, not only did Jason show everyone what a passionate kiss is supposed to look like, he also showed that Olive Taylor is quite possibly the luckiest girl in the world. As if we didn’t know that already…
As they left the bar where the cast and crew were having a party before the filming for Soul Ache started the next day, Jason almost got into a fight with a photographer because they got a little too close to his sweetheart. Who knew he would be a jealous hubby after all his discretions?
For nearly the past two years, Jason Thorn has been known for his sexual appetite. Do you think Olive Taylor—or should we say Olive Thorn—will be his only focus, or will the star have more distractions every now and then?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jason
I woke up feeling like my blood was humming in my veins. My hands met soft flesh and I groaned. I was burning from the inside out. My hips flexed and I heard a small moan.
Smiling, I let my hands wander up a pair of thighs.
“Mmmm, what are you doing, little one?” I murmured and squeezed Olive’s hips, successfully stopping her upward movement while my dick was snuggly resting inside her.
Feeling her weight on my chest, I opened my eyes and looked into her sparkling green ones. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips over mine and lifted her head to stare down at me again. Freeing my right hand, I gathered her hair in my fist, held it away from her face, and pulled her back down. When she parted her lips for me, I kissed her the way she was always supposed to be kissed, the way she deserved to be kissed. She moaned and opened her mouth wider, turning the kiss into liquid lust.
She was welcome to do so.
Hell, she was welcome to wake me up every morning by climbing onto my dick for a ride.
I nipped her lips and she stopped, her breathing ragged, her hips restless.
Holding on to the back of her waist, I flipped us over and had her under me in a second without breaking our connection.
“You should’ve woken me up if you needed more, baby,” I whispered as I thrust into her. She hid her face in my neck as she let out a long, sexy moan.
Her legs were hugging my hips, but with my second thrust she let them fall open and lifted her hips in sync with my leisurely thrusts.
“I just…”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows drawing together.
“You just, what, sweetheart?”
She gazed into my eyes with such longing that I couldn’t look away from her.
“I just wanted to make sure last night wasn’t a dream.”
I thrust as deep as I could go and reveled in the way her body trembled under mine as she arched her neck and let out another deep groan.
“And you decided to ride me?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, throwing her head back when I grinded into her.
Her pussy was so damn hot, sucking my dick in, squeezing me. Not able to stop, I pulled back and filled her again and again.
Her hands were roaming my chest, her touch waking something inside me. When I started pounding into her, her breaths came out in gasps and she let out sultry, incoherent mews.
Each time my cock disappeared inside her, ripples of pleasure rocked my body.
“Jason,” Olive moaned under me, her hands over her head, palms resting against the headboard. I slowed my pounding and roughly pulled down her bra. Why had we not taken it off the night before? Oh, right, I had barely been able to think, let alone care about losing the bra. As long as I had access to what was underneath, I hadn’t cared, but now I wanted it off. I wanted every inch of her skin on mine as I buried myself into her.