Gray Back Ghost Bear(22)

Clothes. Why was she still in her clothes? Kissing and fumbling, she peeled out of her uniform and left the pieces on the floor with Jason’s.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jason rasped out as she moved to unsnap the back of her bra.

She hesitated, unsure, but he popped her breasts out of her D-cups and took a step back.

This was usually the part where she crossed her legs, tried to stand at a better angle, and sucked in her stomach, but the look on Jason’s face made all of that completely unnecessary. His eyes lightened, and the man looked nothing shy of hungry as he raked his blazing eyes down her body.

Lifting her chin high and feeling courageous, she pushed down her boy-short panties and shrugged out of her bra.

Jason was beautifully masculine, standing there under the soft light with the snow falling behind him just outside the window. His Adam’s apple dipped into his thick neck as he swallowed. The strands of light threw the indentations between his pecs and abs into shadow. His six-pack flexed with every breath, and when he caught her staring, he smiled, then stepped back with his hands held out at his sides.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered.

“Even if I don’t have a dad bod?”

She giggled and looked down at the wooden floor boards. Darn the shyness that crept in at the most inopportune moments. “Even so.”

“So are you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Jason laughed and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?”

“Three?”

Jason cracked up and shook his head. “A lot more than three. My imaginings didn’t even touch what you really look like, though.”

“What’s different?”

“The freckles on your shoulders.” He brushed his fingertips over her spots. “I think they’re so fucking cute on your face, but here, they’re just plain sexy. I want to kiss them.” His voice dipped low and husky as he stared at her mottled skin with a dreamy look. “Bite them.” He cupped her breast. “So soft. Softer than I’d imagined.”

“And what did you imagine doing to me?”

“Naughty things.”

“Like?”

“Like laying you under me and coming all over your chest until you’re slick with my cum. Like sliding into you from behind and ramming you until you scream my name.” He lifted his gaze from her shoulders. “Like tasting you.”

“You’d want to?”

“Fuck yeah, you smell delicious. You get aroused so easy around me. Fills up my head.” Jason blinked slowly.

“Maybe one taste.” Gosh, oh gosh! She was actually going to do this. With Jason!

“You won’t stick to that rule.” He fell to his knees in front of her and drew one of her tingling nipples into his mouth. His tongue brushed against it over and over until her hips rolled forward. Oh, that man had a clever mouth.

He moved to her other and gave it the same attention while his hand drifted down her waist. A soft moan moved past her lips as she pressed her head back against the wall. The rafters were low here, angling upward to make the vaulted ceiling, but she clutched onto the smooth wooden beam like a lifeline. Her legs would give out if she didn’t steady herself. Already, they were numbing by the moment.

Jason cupped her sex, and she gasped as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.

“So sensitive for me,” he murmured.

“More,” she pleaded.

When he slid his finger into her, a helpless sound clawed up her throat.

More, more, more.

Jason leaned forward and tongued her clit, then pushed inside of her.

“Oh!” she cried out, shocked at how good it felt.

“One taste,” he whispered, easing away by centimeters. “Or do you want more?”

She nodded her head. “More.”

His wicked smile was instant before he grabbed her ass and kissed her again. This time, he didn’t stop. He didn’t question or hesitate. He ate her rhythmically, tongue thrusting into her over and over. Three licks, then he sucked on her clit until she cried out, then back into her with that sexy tongue of his. She was panting now, losing control as pressure filled her middle. She was going to come soon. She panted out a mewling sound as she gave up on the rafter and gripped his hair with both hands. “Jason,” she said on a shaky sigh as the pleasure turned blinding.

Her orgasm rocketed through her, and she cried out. Jason bit the inside of her thigh gently, and a tremble worked its way up her spine at how delicious his teeth felt against her sensitive flesh. He wouldn’t bite her deeply. She trusted him.

As her body throbbed, Jason stood so fast, he was a blur. Gripping the back of her neck and pressing his lips against the tripping pulse in her neck, he slid into her. It didn’t hurt like she’d been worried about. He’d made sure she was prepared for him. A silly pride filled her that she could take all of him, and when he eased out and shoved back into her, the orgasm that was seizing her body transformed into building pressure again.