Page 42 of Filthy Elites

“Probably because you’re not thinking straight.” I twist around and shove the painkiller bottle against his chest. “Take this already before the fever damages your brain.”

He takes the bottle from me, glances at it for a second, and then tosses it over his shoulder. “Later.”

His hand cups my cheek, and then he kisses me. Wildfire ignites in the pit of my stomach, spreading fast over my body. His tongue tastes like toothpaste, and the mint flavor goes straight to my head. Or maybe it’s him that’s making my head spin.

I turn around all the way so I can kiss him properly without getting a kink in my neck. I didn’t come here to make out with Jason. I honestly thought what happened yesterday was a fluke, but it seems I can’t resist his dark charms.

“Why can’t I stop wanting to kiss you, Isabelle?” he mumbles against my lips.

“Maybe because you don’t hate me as much as you think.”

“Oh, I do. I hate you with every fiber of my being. I didn’t expect to want you with the same intensity.”

I should stop this. Why would I want to be with someone who feels this way about me?

I push him back so I can look into his eyes. There’s no trace of animosity in them. I see only desire shining there.

“I don’t believe you hate me, Jason.”

“Keep lying to yourself.” He licks my neck, making me moan out loud.

“Tell me why then.”

“No,” he grumbles, and continues placing open kisses that set me on fire.

This time, I lie on my back of my own accord, but I’m surprised when he continues his caresses down my belly until he reaches the waistband of my leggings. He flicks his tongue across my skin just above the fabric and I tremble.

“I had to restrain myself yesterday. But hell, I’m tasting you now, Isabelle.” He pulls my leggings and panties down just until they reach mid-thigh. “Look at me while I eat your pussy, beautiful.”

His filthy mouth makes me even hornier. I do as he says, but I’m not prepared for the pleasure that rips me apart when he licks my clit in one long and glorious stroke.

“You like that, don’t you, my dirty liar?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Maybe I should film this as payback.”

He chuckles against my sex, sending another ripple of pleasure to my core. “If you wish. I don’t mind, as long as you share it with me.”

He returns his attention to the task, and I get lost in the sensation. I want to close my eyes, but I know he’ll demand that I keep watching him. No more words are exchanged between us. Jason is determined to explore me thoroughly. I don’t mind if he unveils those secrets. With an expert tongue, and fingers, he quickly brings me to the point of no return. Twisting the sheet with my hands, I throw my head back and gasp loudly.

“Scream my name, Isabelle,” he says while fingering me. “Loud so everyone can hear it.”

I shake my head, not wanting to give him that bit of satisfaction.

“Do it!” He inserts another finger, pressing against the G-spot Juan could never find.

No. I won’t think about that monster now.

“Is that how it’s going to be, then?” Jason asks. “Fine.”

Suddenly, his fingers are gone. Panting like a dog and wholly unsatisfied, I look at him.

“Are you for real?” I ask.

“I asked for one simple thing, but you had to go and deny me. Now you don’t get to come.” He shrugs and then licks his fingers. “Too bad. You do taste fucking delicious.”

“Fine. I don’t need you.”

I bring my hand to my clit, knowing I’ll need only a couple of flicks to climax. But Jason drags my hand away.

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