And boy was there pressure.
He pulled slightly back, but then pressed his entire length into me.
My legs were shaking when he pressed his knees against my hips, caging me under him. I lifted my arms up and hugged my pillow, burying my face into it.
When his abs were pressing against my back and his elbows were propped on either side of my shoulders, I took my face out of my pillow.
“It must feel good having all of me inside you like that. Being inside you…” He took a deep breath. “Fuck, but it feels amazing, Olive.”
“Too good,” I managed to say in a whisper.
“I think I owe you an orgasm. They are ahead of us, sweetheart.”
“What?” I had completely forgotten about the audio couple. Every inch of my skin was prickling with awareness under Jason. I was too far gone to hear anything other than his breath and my own heavy breathing.
He pulled back, almost to his tip, and pushed back in—hard.
My breath hitched. “Yes!”
“You liked that, huh?”
Another hard thrust and I was clawing at my pillow. He picked up speed.
As he kept fucking me into pure bliss, he lowered his head next to my ear and said, “I think I would love to come home to this every single fucking day for the rest of my life.”
My heart stopped.
Then it started back up again as my orgasm caught me off guard when Jason pushed all the way in and started grinding into me.
My screams were definitely louder than the girl’s, I can tell you that much.
There will never be enough words to describe sharing the perfect moment with the person you love, with the person you’ve been in love with for most of your life…but…as sweat dripped down from Jason’s forehead onto my shoulder and his hips kept slamming into me through my spectacular orgasm, I decided that I didn’t need any words.
Hearing his deep moan, knowing that he was enjoying it just as much as me was enough on its own.
He slowed his movements and I managed to stop trembling underneath him. His teeth grazed my shoulder and another shiver went through my body. I was a mess.
“Ah, sweetheart… The sounds you make when you come for me? So fucking dirty.”
A deep thrust from him and a shameless mewling from me.
“I love it. I can feel it my bones. And the way you clench on my cock, the way you pull me in? It kills me every single fucking time.” He kissed my neck and gently slapped my ass, pulling a gasp out of me. “I think we are caught up on the orgasms. Do you want me to lick you all clean again, as I’m guessing from the sounds they are making they are doing too, or do you want to ride me?”
He pulled out of me, but his heat didn’t leave my body.
“Have to say, my vote is on you riding me, baby. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock. I can always lick you clean at the end.”
I didn’t make him ask twice. While we could still hear the guy licking his girl, I pushed Jason onto his back and sunk down on his cock.
“Yes, sweetheart. Oh, fuck! Yes. Just like that, Olive. Take it all in, baby.” My hands found the headboard and without playing around, I started riding him. I was all shaky and definitely was muttering some obscenities at some point, but it was all perfect. Being with him felt perfect. Our kind of perfect.
Beautiful.
Just like I’d always dreamed.
When I came all over him, I let him watch what he did to me, what he gave to me.
Everything.
***
“If I’m not helping you with your research in one way or another the next time you’re writing a sex scene, I think we’re gonna have problems sweetheart.”
At the end, we had held on longer than the audio couple, I had come more times than I could count or remember, and each time I’d been louder than her.
We had definitely won, on all counts.
“I think I’m having a stroke or something. I can’t feel certain body parts.”
Jason chuckled and his finger trailed down from my shoulder toward my hip. I was already half passed out and lying on my face. When his finger hit the curve of my ass, he pushed the covers off my back and his hand started massaging. I tried to wiggle away from his hand, but before I could...
“Hey,” he admonished me with a serious voice. “You’re staying right there.”
I groaned. “If you start doing that, I will start feeling things, and I’m not sure I’m functioning enough for that.”
Continuing to massage my ass firmly, he kissed my neck and shushed me. “Thank god the audio doesn’t replay itself; it’s dangerous to listen something like that with you around.”
“Mmmm,” I mumbled, acting like I was half-asleep.
“Come on,” he said in an amused tone. “Don’t get shy with me. I love that you like playing. You were burning for me the entire time. I bet hearing them be so vocal didn’t hurt either.”
He gathered me up in his arms and I nestled against his chest. It wasn’t even seven o’clock, but I snuggled in closer.
When I didn’t make any comments, he chuckled again and brushed a kiss on my temple. “Okay, have it your way. For now. What did you do today? I missed you on set.”
“Lucy came over for an hour or so.” Then I remembered that I hadn’t asked his permission for that. “Is that okay? Her coming over?”
“Of course it’s okay for your friends to come over, Olive. You don’t need my permission for that.”
“But I know you said you don’t like having people in your personal space.”
“I meant industry people. Unfortunately, I don’t have that many friends. It’s hard to trust people when you are out in the open as much as I am, and since I prefer a relatively quieter life , I don’t have that many people close to me. Speaking of friends, there is someone I met very early in my career, Devlin. He lives in New York so I don’t get to see him that often, but he is opening up a club/lounge here and he invited us. Would you like to go? We can invite your friends, too. I feel bad that you’re having trouble meeting with them without a sea of cameras following you around.”
I extricated myself from his arms, pulled the cover over myself to make sure nothing was showing, and stared at the ceiling.
“If you’re okay with it, that could be fun. Lucy would love to come, and maybe I can convince her to invite Jameson, her on-again, off-again one-night stand. But Charlotte…I’m not sure about that right now.”
Jason propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me.
God… What was it about this guy that affected me so much? Even when he wasn’t showing off that damn dimple of his, you kept staring at him just for the sheer pleasure of it, and of course the promise of that dimple wasn’t something to turn your nose up at.
“Is everything all right with you two?”
Forcing myself to look away so I wouldn’t tackle him and climb on for one last ride, I said, “Apparently, Lucy saw Char and Marcus kissing in the apartment.”
“And…”
“And she is my friend. Isn’t there supposed to be a girl code of some sort that says you shouldn’t date your friend’s ex?”
His tone was different, both softer and tighter at the same time when he asked, “Do you still have feelings for Marcus? Are you jealous of her, Olive?”