Page 24 of Cat's Outta the Bag

"Yes," my voice sounds breathy; I'm already on the edge. Holy shit, he's going to end me. I grab the headboard, and he finally joins me on the bed. He starts at my lips again, then trails biting kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck. He spends an extra moment at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. I've never enjoyed a hickey so much in my life, my back arching off the bed at the feel of his mouth sucking on my skin. Hard.

By the time he makes it to my breasts, I'm a mess. I'm aching and so close to coming, I feel crazy. "Jason! Fuck, please just fuck me, baby. I'm so close."

He tuts at me, shaking his head before pulling one of my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my already hard nipple. My hips move on their own, trying to find release. But I’m foiled by Jason, who plants a hand on my hip, pinning me to the bed.

"You'll come soon, Lex, I promise. But right now, I'm going to worship your tits like I've wanted to all night."

He moves on to the other and gives it the same ministrations. My fingers itch to plunge into his hair or scrape down his back. But he gave me an order, and I can’t seem to disobey.

I let out a shriek when he introduces his teeth, gently tugging on my nipple. He moves back and forth, sending me into a state of near hysteria. “Jason, Jason, Jason.”

I nearly cry in relief as his lips move south, my legs instantly dropping open. I'm desperate for him to finish me off. Both his hands move up to palm and pinch my breasts. I'm practically bucking him off with my need to come.

He looks up at me from between my legs, and I see the twinkle in his eyes before he gently blows cool air against my clit. I moan so loudly; I know my neighbors can hear me. He doesn't make me wait any longer; as soon as I relax back down, his mouth descends on my clit, and he sucks hard.

I’m off the bed like a shot, coming so hard I don’t even make noise. Stars are bursting behind my eyelids. Holy shit, I’ve never come so hard on basically only nipple play. Is he a god?

He’s gently licking my slit, lapping up my arousal that is now flooding my center. “That feel good?” I gasp and slap his hand; did that feel good? The audacity of this man.

"Jason, that was the best orgasm of my life. Don't pretend to be humble. Condom, now."

He sits up quickly, going into my nightstand, where a fresh box of condoms waits. He rolls one on in record time and quickly gets into position between my legs.

"Alexis, baby, I'm so close. This is going to be quick and hard, ok?" I nod urgently, pulling his head down by his hair. "You better make me see stars again, Hollywood," I say against his lips. His response is to growl and enters me with a powerful thrust.

My eyes roll back in my head, and we both moan. He fills me up so tight. It feels so good; tears leak out of the corner of my eyes.

Then he pumps, hard and fast, and I swear I ascend to another plane of existence. I scrape my fingers down his back, earning another satisfied growl. My legs are hooked around his, so I can plant my feet and meet his thrusts. My fingers dig into his ass, urging him to pump faster, harder. His pelvis keeps hitting my clit, creating exquisite friction. He thrusts his own fingers into my hair, trapping my mouth in place while his tongue mimics his lower body. Within minutes, we have to break the seal of our lips to cry out in pleasure. He shouts my name as he comes, and I let out another silent scream, coming so hard I can feel myself clench around him.

"Shit, Alexis, that was – " he slumps over, barely able to speak coherently, "that was amazing." We're both breathing hard, still coming down. My hands can't stop running up and down his back, reveling in the layer of sweat we created. After another moment, he gently pulls out and rolls to the side, dragging me with him, so I'm snuggled into his chest.

“I need to get rid of this condom, but I don’t want to move.” I nod, unable to think of a single word in the English language.

I'm not sure how long we lay there, but finally, my bladder makes an appearance. I sit up, and Jason follows. He follows me directly into the bathroom, not giving a single damn that I'm peeing in front of him while he removes the condom and ties it off.

I finish up, then stand at the sink to wash my hands. I watch Jason through the mirror as he steps behind me, leisurely dragging his hands up my sides, gently massaging my shoulders before starting to pull the pins out of my hair. I sigh in relief, my scalp prickling, as he lets down my hair. I didn't even realize it was bothering me until now. With the pins out, he switches between finger combing the curls and massaging my scalp. I can't help but drop my head back against his chest and moan. "That feels so good." My eyes flutter closed.

"Hmmm, everything about you feels good." He turns me around and then sits me up on the counter. "Where's your stuff to take your makeup off?" I slow blink at him, not quite computing what he says at first.

"Oh, um, I use a bottle of micellar water and cotton makeup pads in that cabinet." He digs through my cabinet and pulls out what he needs. I tell him to soak the pad and concentrate on my face first, then my eyelids. I close my eyes while he diligently wipes away the sweat and makeup, feeling almost overwhelmed by this need to let him take care of me.

When he’s done, he picks me up off the counter and brings me back to bed. After we settle against each other comfortably, it takes almost no effort for me to drift off. This is what it means to find belonging with someone.

Chapter 18

Jason

Last night, fuck, last night was everything.

We slept for maybe an hour before I woke to Alexis sucking my soul through my dick. I nearly shouted the L-word twice.

And now we're spooning again in the early morning light, and I can barely handle how much I feel for her. I can't hold it in.

She's still asleep, so it's easier as I whisper, "I love you," between kisses along her hairline and shoulder. She starts to stir as I trail one hand up and down her chest in a sloppy figure eight, barely grazing the innermost edges of her tits. Usually, I'm an ass man, and hers absolutely sends me, but her tits? Something about them being just big enough to fit the palm of my hand and the dusky pink hue of her nipples makes me all twisted up.

I grow the figure eight so that one loop spans across the top of her chest and collarbone, passing between her breasts. The bottom loop travels over the top of her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts. She's still sleeping, but her nipples are hard as diamonds. I bet it would already be wet if I felt between her legs. For now, though, I'm content with just teasing her body until she wakes.

Finally, her eyes flutter open, and she sighs, pressing her ass against my already hard cock. I groan into her hair and press my hips forward, sliding my length through her ass cheeks. She moans in response. I shift the arm she's been using as a pillow around her shoulders, pressing her upper half against my chest. Her head turns toward me just enough so I can capture her lips in mine. She whimpers, shifting her body so that it fits tightly against mine. I know what she wants, and I'll give it to her.

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