Page 4 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Jason drops our bags with a heavy thud, glancing around with a tight jaw before flopping on the bed. I quickly rummage through my bag and change into a soft sleep set before bouncing down next to him.

"Come check out this tub!" I say, tugging at his arm eagerly.

He shrugs me off with a huff. "I'm beat. That drive wiped me out."

I bite my lip to hide my disappointment. "No problem! You rest up and I'll make us a late midnight snack."

As I head to the ridiculous gourmet kitchen, I feel my earlier excitement returning. This place is unbelievable! Maybe it's exactly the over-the-top luxurious escape we need to hit the reset button on our relationship.

I can't wait to explore every inch of this place with Jason. Starting tomorrow when he's rested up and ready for the romantic cabin getaway I've been dreaming of.

I quickly peruse the food I organized to be stocked up and throw together a little display of crackers and cheeses and head back up to the room. Jason is under the covers at the head of the bed with no shirt, smiling at his phone–which quickly drops when he sees me.

Ignoring the pang of hurt that shoots through me at the fact that I don’t make him smile when I enter a room anymore, I force a bright one onto my face.

“I brought food!” My voice is cheery as I balance the small plate and crawl up to sit beside him on the bed.

“I’m not hungry.” His voice is a little deeper, huskier than we first got here, and I scan his face with a frown.

“Oh. Okay.” I shrug, placing the plate on the side table before curling up into his side. He doesn’t quite return my cuddles, but he doesn’t push me away. Considering that a win, I wiggle until I can join him under the blankets. Shifting further into his side and hitching my leg over his hips, the hardness that greets me is surprising

“Well, hello there.” I rub my leg a little more directly over his half mast-cock, and his accompanying grunt makes me grin. Maybe that’s why he’s been such a jerk today. He just needs a little release, that’s all. Andthatis totally something I can help with.

It has been a while for us. Not for lack of me trying, but he’s just been busy. I knew coming here would help us get back on track. I trail my hand down his bare chest, leaning in to press soft kisses along his jaw.

"Let me make you feel good, baby," I murmur against his skin.

Jason grunts in response, shifting away from me and continuing to look at his phone. I try not to let his actions deter me. Sliding my hand beneath the sheet to grasp and stroke him, I shift down his body, determination fueling my movements.

In the dim light, I take him into my mouth, licking and sucking with enthusiasm. His hand comes down to rest on my head, but there's no passion or urgency in the touch. I glance up to see him looking at his phone screen instead of me.

I hollow my cheeks, quickening my pace as I take him deeper. A soft groan escapes his lips, but his eyes stay locked on the device glowing in his hand.

When I feel him fully harden between my lips, I release him and move to straddle his waist. "I want you inside me, Jace," I purr, grinding my hips along his length.

He finally begins to respond to my movements, locking his phone and placing it face down on the side table before gripping my hips. Success!

Instead of letting me ride him how I expected to, he flips us until I’m on my hands and knees, and he pulls down my shorts and panties in one movement. Well, okay th-

“Shit!” His hips thrust forward, and he sheathes himself inside of me straight to the hilt.

I wince, not able to hold back the pained gasp that slips my lips. That…hurt a bit. I’m all for rough sex, but I can’t lie and say I was prepared to take the intrusion. I wasn’t warmed up at all. My focus was on getting him into the mood first.

Jason doesn’t give me any time to adjust and immediately starts hammering into me with grunts and groans leaving his throat. I reach between my legs and fondle my clit desperately, thanking God when the first sparks of arousal start to warm my blood, helping to lubricate his movements.

“That’s right, baby,” I groan in encouragement. “Make me feel good.”

He grunts, his movements quickening in response. His hands grip my hips tighter as I continue manipulating my clit, but his cock seems to soften slightly inside of me. Confusion slices through me, but I shift and meet his hips with every thrust moreinsistently, knowing he loves it when my ass bounces against him.

“Yes, Jace!” I moan out exaggeratedly as he softens a little more. “Your cock feels so good, baby!”

He growls out a sound before gripping a handful of my hair and shoving me forward. I lose my balance, forgetting my clit to try and find purchase to push myself back up, but he jerks the back of my neck and shoves my face into the pillows.

“Just be quiet, Grace.” He snaps, and my blood turns to ice.

My face is buried in the softness of the pillows, making it difficult to pull air into my lungs, but every time I try to shift my head, he presses down harder on my neck until I stop trying.

His cock hardens once more as he hammers into me, driving me further and further into the mattress, and I can do nothing but take it. Any arousal I stoked for myself is long gone, no matter how hard I try to lean into the movements and urge it to come back.

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