“Please, just kill me,” I grumbled into his shirt.
“Oh, I couldn’t, sweetheart,” he said, nudging my chin up with his fingers.
He had that look on his face, that specific look that perfectly matched the erection I was feeling against my hip.
The woman’s moans reached their crescendo and she finally came.
Hallelujah!
Seconds later, her partner joined her with his own release.
Then blissful silence.
Why couldn’t have they finished just a few minutes earlier so Jason wouldn’t think I was a pervert? Was that too much to ask?
“So…” Jason broke the silence as he looked down at me expectantly.
“Welcome home,” I said, forcing a smile on my red face. “How was shooting today? Did anything interesting happen on set? Which scenes did you—”
He interrupted me, which I thought was quite rude.
“I don’t think those are the right questions to ask today, my dear wife.”
That last word… It melted my heart and my brain.
“Are you horny? I’m not taking care of you?” he asked while I was trying to recover from completely melting into a puddle.
“Huh?”
“You heard me.” He tucked a hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin.
“I was just doing research,” I mumbled, unable to look into his eyes.
“Research, huh?”
“Yep. There was a sex scene and I needed a little inspiration…and I…well, I thought it would be more authentic if I was in the mood.”
“Hmmm.” He finally broke our eye contact and bent down to nuzzle his nose against my neck as he breathed me in.
Hot guy sniffing me alert!
Every single hair on my body stood up and my body—acting completely on its own—arched toward him.
“Let’s see if you are properly in the mood then.”
In my next breath, his big hands were at the back of my thighs and a loud squeal left my lips. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up.
“I’m getting used to this whole carrying me away thing,” I murmured, still avoiding his eyes.
“I just want you to get the whole experience right, you know, feel it in your bones kinda thing, so you can write a good sex scene.”
“All for the greater good, you say?”
“Exactly.”
When he dipped me down and my back met the couch pillows, I thought he would dump me there, but instead he kept one of his hands firmly around my waist, reached for my laptop, and opened the site that had the sound clips.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice tinged with a bit of panic.
“Just want to see if I can make you scream louder than her. How long is this thing?” he asked after pressing play on the same one that had been playing when he’d busted me.
Still hugging him with my arms and legs, I answered his question. “Around fifteen, twenty minutes, I think.”
“We will definitely beat them,” he murmured as soft licking sounds filled the house.
“Are we in a race that I’m not aware of?” He straightened us up and started to head toward his bedroom.
I’m telling you, hearing sounds—especially licking and slurping—coming from the walls was the weirdest thing ever.
“Don’t you want to play with me? Scream my name while I’m pounding away at you?”
I groaned. Even if the audio-porn hadn’t done the trick, Jason was definitely getting me there with his words. “That does sound good, but…”
“No buts, sweetheart. Let me help you with your research.”
Then my back hit his bed with a thump and his lips took my mouth in a scorching kiss.
With frantic hands, I reached for his shirt at the same time he reached for mine. I took his off in a hurry as soon as he gave me an opening and he took care of mine even quicker. Seeing the outline of his cock straining against the thick material of his jeans did nothing to help me calm down and take it easy as I struggled to open the damn button.
In seconds, he had me completely naked under him. When I was breathless from his kiss, he stepped off the bed and took off his jeans and briefs all on his own. His dark eyes never once strayed away from mine.
His erection—or whatever you called that monster—was standing up proudly as my attention focused on the thick vein I was dying to trace with my tongue.
Putting his hands under my knees, he slowly pulled me to himself, toward the edge of the bed. In seconds, my legs were being spread open and his head was right between my legs, licking me clean.
When he was done—or more accurately, when I was done for—he crawled on top of me, his erection incredibly hard and warm against my leg.
“Point one for us,” I murmured, my voice a little hoarse from all the begging and moaning. The girl was still begging for her release.
“You were soaking wet, Olive. Was that all for me, or was it the audio that got you this hot?”
“Both, I think,” I said, looking away from his persistent gaze.
“You are full of surprises,” he murmured and licked my lips, parting them open so he could slide his tongue inside.
In the background, when the girl came in a rush, Jason was still lazily kissing the fuck out of me.
“Now that they caught up, what now?” he asked as he pressed small kisses on my jawline. His fingers were doing something wicked to my nipples as he made his way down toward them.
The sounds of skin slapping and other wet sounds filled the room and before I could order my brain to answer his question, Jason said, “I think I know what that sound is.”
The next second, I was flipped onto my stomach and Jason was kneeling over me, my legs closed up between his thighs.
“Push your ass up for me, beautiful.”
I did what I was told. Then his chest was plastered to my back. He was burning up, or maybe it was me?
“Thank you,” he murmured against my neck and pulled all of my hair to one side.
The guy in the audio let out a long groan as he kept fucking the girl.
Jason licked my earlobe into his mouth and gently bit into it. “Is this making you hot, baby?”
“Yes…” I moaned, lifting my ass up to invite him in.
“You are burning for it, aren’t you, sweetheart? You want to be fucked like her?”
Out of words that would make any sense, I nodded.
“Can you hear how hard and fast he is fucking her?” A gentle bite on my neck and my eyes fluttered closed. The guy really was going at it at full force, making the girl cry out with pleasure. “Shit, baby. I bet she is on fucking cloud nine right now. Can I fuck you harder than he is fucking her?” he whispered, his soft voice causing all sorts of shivers to run through my body. His fingertips were tracing my spine when he asked, “Do you want me to?”
“Yes, Jason. Please,” I mumbled.
Then he was off my back, and I heard him tear open a condom and roll it on. Next his hands were massaging my ass cheeks. “One day, your ass is going to be the cause of my death,” he mumbled almost to himself, guiding his erection into me, stretching me wide open. I groaned as loud as humanly possible. I tried to push up on my knees to force him to slide it in faster or maybe to get away from him; I had no idea what I was doing, only that my body had come alive and I could feel every soft touch, every little pressure against my skin.