Page 5 of I Love My Mistake

Chapter Three

Twenty-Three Minutes Later

Jason opens his door wearing only soft plaid pajama pants. Unlike me, he hasn’t found his passion in life yet, other than making love to women in a way that makes you wish he could turn it into a profession and turn a lot of women’s frowns into shit-eating grins. Jason’s only twenty-five, built with muscles as big and shiny as a Mack truck, and he never, ever, gives me a hard time about wanting to fuck off some steam. He got attached once, a few months ago, but I put it to him that we were only going to be friends. The kind of friends who devour each other whenever we’re in the neighborhood, that is.

His naked chest is dark mahogany, the same shade as my own. He’s addicted to the gym and since he’s naturally sinewy, every line is extra chiseled; the bits of hair short, curly, barely there. His eyes are deep brown, almond shaped, intelligently amused and always undressing me. As he looks at me now – still half in the dream world I woke him out of – I don’t smile. I’m still worked up and feeling angry. I walk to him nice and slow until I can feel the reassuring warmth of his body, just out of the bed not minutes ago. I sigh and bridge the distance; close my eyes as I mold my body against his, soften myself in the hard nooks of him. He wraps his arms around me and starts massaging my back, taking off my jacket and lowering my bag to the floor somewhere to the side of me. I rest my head on his shoulder, tucked in against his strong neck. His hand comes up and takes my chin, pulls it up. I open my eyes and look into his, making him lean down and kiss me. Our lips are so deliciously familiar to each other, hot and understood. It sparks my blood immediately, although the fire began by someone else. He kisses me with those full lips of his, full like mine, in a long sensual luscious caress and his skill and the fact that I know he cares about me, takes me away to another place where I am no longer angry.

When he pulls away and gives me a little smile, I nuzzle my cheek against his, and say, “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he says, sliding his hands down my back and cupping my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I need him.

I turn my head for another long kiss, the embrace of our mouths making his cock grow against my middle. Behind me, he kicks out his leg and shuts the door, lips locked, tongues teasing as our kiss escalates like a match to gasoline. He furiously pulls off my shirt and bra – grabs each of my breasts in his mouth, one at a time laps them up, making me moan and hold onto his head. When he rises and kisses me hard, his passion overtakes him; the groping and kisses become rougher, hotter. This is why I came here. Make it all go away, Jason. Make it all go away. He pushes me against the wall in the foyer. Yanks off my boots, my jeans, my panties – everything, gone. I even yank out my hoop earrings and toss them onto the floor behind him as he wrangles his flannels off and unleashes that amazing cock of his, naked and standing at attention at an easy ten inches and thick as hell.

My lipstick is everywhere and my hair is a mess from his hands grabbing it. I look at that beast of a cock and tell it, “I need you.”

Jason’s eyes twinkle and the smile that spreads across his handsome face makes me think of how Michael never smiles, how he’s a dark cloud of suspense. How exciting it is to be around him. Shut up, Nicole. Don’t think of Michael. Wait… no. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’ll close my eyes and picture this is Michael and maybe that will make this yearning for him subside. My eyes flutter closed and it doesn’t take my vivid imagination long before I see Michael standing in front of me, feel his lips pressing against my skin. Jason kneels down to bury his face between my legs, throwing one over his shoulder as I stand in front of him, and I imagine that it’s Michael kneeling before me, Michael’s head I’m holding onto. Jason slides his tongue into the crease of me, and I picture it’s Michael’s tongue licking my clit and making this sweet warm glow overcome me.

I bring my hands up over my head, and imagine that the tongue reaching deeper inside me is finally Michael’s. He’s finally lapping me up like I’m lemonade on a summer’s day. My breath catches over and over as I gasp with the wet teasing of his tongue. When his fingers – Michael’s fingers – come up to help, and two of them burrow themselves up inside me, pulling in and out as his tongue kisses the little hardened bean, I moan loudly – so wet – and bend my body to his skill. I throb as his fingers penetrate me in timed sensual rhythm, throb and vibrate, my pussy getting hotter and hotter, the vision of his face shoved deep in between my legs to pleasure me, makes me start to cum. I ride Michael’s tongue and fingers and rub myself against his mouth until I feel the orgasm taking over me, no turning back. His hands grip my ass tight and he’s eating me as I yell out, my body writhing and moving against his strength. When it’s over and I’m over stimulated and need to rest, he gently kisses my pussy lovingly, holding me up so I don’t fall.

I whisper, “Oh, Michael. That was amazing,” smiling, as little feather kisses stop. My eyes fly open. Jason stands up and looks at me, and I’m surprised to see him. I want to run, and I really don’t want to meet his eyes! But he’s only inches away and there’s nowhere to hide. He looks at me, sizing me up, putting together what he just heard. As he wipes his mouth, glistening with my juices and his saliva, he gives a barely perceptible nod and steps away.

I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m so shocked and disoriented, my voice is gone. I’m watching him gather up my clothes and hand them to me. “Put these on and go home, baby. That’s all the fun we’re having tonight.”

I take what’s handed, horrified. “Jason… I’m so sorry.”

“You got it bad for this Michael, don’t you?” he says, cocking his head to the side and sizing me up from the corner of his eye. I suck both my lips into my mouth and hold them there, unable to answer. He nods again. “Yeah. You got it bad.”

“Jason, I care about you,” I say quietly, slowly. “You know I do,”

“I know, baby. We’re just friends, and that’s all we’re ever gonna be. I get it. But still…”

“Yeah. I know. I’m going.” I put on my panties.

“You can let yourself out,” he says, and walks off in the direction of his living room. I put on my clothes, but I shove my bra into my bag. I can’t wear it right now. If I put it on, I’m afraid it would suffocate me.

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