Kat moaned. She could feel every inch of him passing into her and the sheer size of him stretched her in a deliciously painful way. She widened her stance and raised her hips, allowing him better access to her.
Jason brushed away the hair covering her face then gripped it tight, pulling her head up a bit. He leaned down, giving her earlobe a good nip. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, letting his cock bury itself within her.
Kat turned her head, wanting to feel his lips against hers. Jason immediately captured her lips, kissing her thoroughly as their bodies melted into one rhythmic and passionate coupling.
Together, they felt their bodies rising with each wave of crashing desire. Meltingly hot arousal coursed through their veins. Kat gloried in every hard thrust that pushed her body further and further.
Jason’s grunts became deeper as he felt his coming release. Reaching between her legs, Jason swirled his fingers around her swollen clit, making Kat gasp in surprise.
“Come with me,” he groaned. “Come with me, baby.” And with that, he pinched her clit, sending a blinding sheet of painful ecstasy rip through her just as his cock found its release deep inside her.
Jason groaned loudly as his body melted and Kat cried out lustily, feeling every nerve ending firing with crackling ecstasy.
Together, they huddled over the counter, exhausted from such sudden and passionate coupling. Jason gently kissed Kat’s shoulders. He slowly pulled Kat into his arms. In each others arms, they slid down to the floor till they were both comfortably cleaning against the bottom of the counter.
Jason gathered her to him. Holding her close, he kissed her forehead.
“Babe,” he said, quietly.
“Hmm?” Kat answered, feeling as if her bones were made of jelly.
“I think you’re the sweetest thing on the menu,” he murmured quietly before they both fell asleep.
***
It was as if they were in their own little world. Neither had any intentions of going home that night. Twice more Jason took her in the diner. Once on the floor and once again on the counter, but this time with her back on the counter and her legs wrapped around his hips.
They explored each other’s bodies hungrily. For too long they had been keeping each other at an arm’s distance away, afraid to get too close. Their doubts had kept them safe and chaste, even though their bodies had been crying out for more.
Now they devoured each other as if they were two famished people finally having been rescued. Kat wanted to feel every contour of Jason’s hard body. She wanted to luxuriate in his masculinity and strength.
And Jason seemed no less interested in her. He teased and taunted her with his body till she was writhing and begging for release. He wanted to find every button of hers that caused her pleasure and release. Without rest or hurry, Jason would linger over her, tease her, and make her feel as if they had all the time in the world.
So morning caught them by surprise. Using their rolled up clothes as pillows, they had fallen asleep behind the counter. And they would have stayed deeply asleep had a high pitched melody not woken them up.
“…wuzthat?” Kat murmured sleepily as she squinted awake. She looked around, confused by the settings and momentarily unsure where she was.
She felt Jason’s large hand against her lower back. “Hmmm…?” he said, his eyes still closed.
Kat suddenly remembered the night before and felt a blush run all the way down her back. Her body was deliciously sore and thoroughly used and she couldn’t be happier.
The ringing continued.
“I think it’s my phone,” Kat said trying to get her wits about her. “Or yours.”
Jason opened an eye. “That’s not mine,” he said after listening to the ringtone.
Kat looked around the floor till she found her phone flung near a booth. It must’ve fallen out in the undressing from last night. Kat bit her lip in wicked delight thinking about what had come after all the undressing.
Quickly she picked up the phone and looked at the screen.
Malcolm.
Probably wondering what the heck she was thinking, not coming home the night before.
Preparing herself for his nagging, Kat swiped to answer the call.
“Hey Malc—”
“Kat! Kat!” Malcolm’s frantic voice interrupted her.
Immediately all the sleep from her eyes vanished. She sat alert and awake on the diner floor. “What’s wrong, Malcolm?”
“I just got a call!” Malcolm cried out. She could tell how panicked he was by his shaking voice. “I got a call from Dr. Saunders at the hospital! Dillon fell into a coma!”