Page 36 of Cat's Outta the Bag

He lifts away from me again, and I think he's going to continue to edge me into oblivion when he says, "Baby, I can never say no to you. Hold on tight."

Then he sucks so hard on my clit that I see stars while slipping two fingers inside me and rubbing my G-spot. The pleasure is white hot, and I'm bent nearly in half, crying out his name while I come.

I’m in a literal daze as he sits me up and helps me dress. He shattered me and yet, somehow, put me back together at the same time.

It’s not until we’re walking out my door that I even realize I’m no longer on the counter. “Wait? What about you?” I tug on his hand, looking pointedly at the very large bulge in his jeans.

"I told you, Doc, I'm super hungry. We're going to eat, and then I'll let you take care of me."

This man.

Sometimes, he just does the darndest things.

Fuck, I love him so much.

He takes me back to Maison LaCroix. Which, by the way, don't make a joke about LaCroix Sparkling Water while you're there. They do not appreciate it.

Jason and I ate as if our lives depended on it, pigging out to the point that patrons were turning away in disgust. Luckily, neither of us noticed anyone snapping photos, so hopefully, we won't wake up to any fun, quirky articles about us in the morning. I spend our whole drive home palming him through his pants, making him crazy.

We barely make it into the elevator before we're lip-locked again. We fumble down the hall as we make our way to the door. After what feels like an eternity, he's able to unlock it, and we tumble in.

"Alexis, baby, I need you so bad," he hoists me up against him, and I can feel his rock-hard dick press into my belly. I need it in me now. In the blink of an eye, my clothes are off again, and he's half undressed. My back hits the cool hardwood of my floors; we're both so horny, we can't even make it to one of our usual surfaces.

I don't feel it at first because it felt too good when he enters me the first time. The force of his thrust slides my body back bumpily, and a full second later is when I feel it. That burning sensation you get when you pinch your skin with friction.

“Ouch.” I can’t even contain my reaction. That fucking hurt.

Jason pulls back, concern marring his perfect features. “Shit baby, did I push in too fast? You felt so ready.”

I'm shaking my head, "No, Jason, it's the floor. My skin got friction burned." I almost regret saying anything when I see the look of pure horror and regret on his face.

“Shit, Alexis, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that!” I slap my hand over his mouth to stop the spiral I can see building.

"Oh my god, Jason, stop. I'm ok, it's already starting to fade. I want you just as bad." I look around and spot his T-shirt. "Hand me your T-shirt and get back to it. I seem to remember you promised to fuck me so hard that I wouldn't have a voice." I clench my inner muscles around him to drive the point home. And just like that, the lust is back in his eyes, and he's reaching for his shirt.

T-shirt under me, he bends to give some more attention to my breasts. Once we’re both panting again, he lines back up and thrusts in hard.

Instead of staying in place, the momentum of his thrust shoves my body back, sliding me a good foot into the living room. My head connects with the leg of the small table I have at the back of my couch. Then we hear something wobbling, then tipping, then rolling, causing us both to look up and watch in horror as my mother's favorite vase takes a dive. Are we cursed?

With agility I've only ever seen him exhibit on screen, Jason dives forward, catching the vase just before it hits the floor and smashes.

We both lay there for a moment in stunned silence.

And then a giggle escapes. And another. And another. Until I am laughing so hard tears are streaming out of my eyes, and my whole body shakes. After he sets the vase back where it belongs, Jason joins me in laughter.

After a minute, he gets up and pulls me up with him. But he doesn't stop there, he proceeds to throw me over his shoulder, ignoring my squeak of surprise, and smacks my ass. Fuck, did I like that?

"We're never doing it on the floor again, clearly." He says, humor still in his voice. His ass is level with my face, and I don't know what exactly puts the thought in my head, but the next thing I know, I'm taking a little nibble out of his right butt cheek.

His yelp of surprise sets off another round of giggling for me, which only gets worse when he tosses me on the bed.

“What was that for?” He pretends to be upset, rubbing his ‘sore’ ass.

I shrug, trying to look innocent while giggling. “I don’t really know. Your lil’ butt cheek just looked so juicy. I couldn’t help it.”

He twists around, attempting to look at his own ass as if he'll see what I see. When he turns back, the mood has shifted from playful to heated. "Listen here, you little shark, you're going to pay for that."

He lunges for me, and I shriek, pretending to try to get away. My upper body is halfway off the bed when he grabs my ankle and drags me over to his side. I can't help but continue to giggle. It's like when you and your friend are laughing in class, and the teacher gets mad at you for laughing, but for the life of you, you and your friend can't stop.

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