“And the truth is to face up to it, whatever the consequences?”
“Something like that.” He brushed a hand through my hair, brought my face to his, kissed me again. “I’m sorry, Gemma. Sorry for all the shit you’ve been through.”
I slipped a hand through his open shirt, felt his heart beating strong and steady against my fingers. “It’s going to be all right, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” he said.
I relaxed into him, held the moment, felt his warmth flowing into me as he kissed my hair.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“We have a few hours. Alone.” I looked up at his beautiful face. Eyes dark but alive. Lips full and wanting. “Shall we?”
“I want you,” he said. “I want my dirty girl.” His hands were in my hair, his lips against mine, his tongue probing and hot. Hot and hungry.
He smiled as he pulled away, and I was grinning, almost laughing, and we stared at each other for a century or more, at least that’s how it felt.
I grabbed his belt, pulling him toward the bedroom. “I want to wake up with you...” I breathed.
“Me too,” he said.
“I want to eat dinner with you...”
“I want to eat you,” he said.
“I want you to eat me,” I heeled the bedroom door and dragged him inside.
Oh shit. The ache, the warm glow between my legs. My hands scrabbled under his shirt, grappling for his flesh. His mouth was so hot, so fucking wet, his tongue chasing mine in a horny game of fucking tag. His hands grabbed at my ass, squeezed hard, kneading soft flesh until I squirmed. Oh fuck. My fingers wrestled at his belt, eyes wide open as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. I moaned as he nipped me.
He picked me up and slammed me on the bed so hard it took my breath away. He pulled at my clothes until I was naked, a tumble of curls and goose pimples.
He moaned in my ear. “Don’t think things are any different, dirty girl. The games just get dirtier from here on in.”
“I hope that’s a promise.”
“It’s a promise.”
I smiled up at him. “Now I have my eyes, I want to use them. Strip for me. I want to see you.”
“And what gorgeous eyes they are. You are beautiful, my dirty girl.” He stood at the side of the bed, and I slid my fingers between my thighs as he unbuttoned his shirt. His body, oh my God, his body. He was ripped, a wall of solid muscle, perfectly toned, and his tattoos, dark sketches of icons, beautiful faces, and rosaries... I stared at him, legs falling open as I rubbed at my clit.
“Yes...” I whispered. “You’re gorgeous, Jason... so gorgeous...”
He turned away enough that I could see the tattoos continue over his shoulders in a swirl of dragon claws and tendrils. His back was sculpted, flesh tight and hard, and his arms... he had fucking gorgeous arms...
“Does this match the fantasy?” he asked.
“It surpasses the fantasy...”
He loosened his belt, dropping his jeans just enough to reveal the dented V of his hips. Sweet fucking Jesus.
“More...” I hissed. “Show me...”
He kicked off his shoes and socks, then dropped his jeans to the floor, his boxers too. His cock was a weapon, meaty and veiny with a thick nest of hair at the base. He stroked himself as I watched, the swollen head of his dick high on his belly.
“No wonder I could feel that...” I moaned.
“You’ll feel it again real fucking soon, dirty girl.”
His legs were rock solid, every muscle defined. Footballers’ legs. He turned for me and my mouth watered at the perfect tight curves of his ass. “Spread them,” I whispered. “I want to see your asshole, Jason, I want to taste you.”
He raised an eyebrow, smiled at me. “Dirty girl. It’s no wonder I fell for you.”
I held myself up on my elbows as he turned his back to me, my heart thumping against my breasts. He placed his hands on his perfect cheeks and pulled them apart. Oh, God. A gorgeous dark ring, dark hair mapping a path to his balls. He was fucking beautiful.
He turned back around and knelt on the bed beside me, close enough to slap his cock against my nipple. “I want to fuck your sweet tits, dirty girl.”
I moved away with a tut, reaching under the bed to grab the shackles. “May I?”
He laughed. “You want to tie me up?”
“Yes please... a one-off... maybe... I just want you, however I want you...”
He held out his wrists. I loved the way the leather cuffed his skin so tight. He lay back on the bed, staring up at my tits as I fastened him to the headboard. He was mine, all mine.
“Sit on my face, Gemma, I want your juicy cunt all over my mouth.”