Page 47 of Disgrace

It’s a thirty-minute walk from my apartment to the Coliseum, but at the pace Jason sets, we make it in fifteen. I’m a little out of breath but completely exhilarated by our clandestine adventure through the deserted city streets. The ancient monument looks magnificent at night. Spotlights illuminate the structure from the ground and cast a bright light over the hundreds of arches. Each archway in the bottom two tiers has its own light, almost golden in appearance. But by the time the light reaches the third and what’s left of the fourth tier, the shadows cast an eerie glow, and the arches feel more like the empty eyes gazing out from a different world.

Jason pulls me tight to his side, and we walk from the main entrance around until we pass a second main entrance. Jason stops at the front of one of the access arches that are now gated. He wriggles his brow conspiratorially and pushes the emergency access gate. I hold my breath, wide-eyed, and just waiting for the silence to be broken with the howl of sirens. But the only sound I can hear is the thump, thump of my heart pumping an overdose of adrenaline around my body. I chance a nervous glance around but quickly follow him inside. He leads me down corridors, tunnels and stairs until we are below the arena floor level. The wooden floor has long since rotted away. The crumbling stone dungeons for the slaves and the remainder of rooms that housed the animals are all that is recognisable in the decay of this mini underground city.

The quiet is strangely peaceful, especially when I stop to gaze and take it all in, this moment and this feeling of being in a place so ancient. The sense of what happened here all those years ago causes my blood to chill. I shiver and Jason wraps his arms around me, his warm breath kissing my neck as I continue to look up and around at columns, archways, statues, and row upon row of stone seating, reaching to the gods. It’s darker inside, but the light from the exterior is enough to see everything, but even if I couldn’t, I appear to have an excellent guide.

Jason starts to speak the minute we stop, telling me everything from the different materials used in construction to where the noblemen and Emperor would sit. He leads me through the building, talking so animatedly about what would happen here, holding my hand in this moment and conjuring images that transport me back to a more brutal era.

“Jason, this is amazing.” I am totally blown away, my vocabulary not nearly extensive enough to do my feelings justice. His smile widens with my praise.

“You like?” His smile is tentative, but his voice is filled with justified confidence.

“Very much.” I rise up on my toes to kiss him lightly. His arms pull me tighter, and his mouth crushes against mine. His tongue sweeps in, dives and entwines with mine. His attempt to steal my breath is successful. When he releases me, I nearly collapse, grabbing his forearms to prevent my fall.

“I want to fuck you, Sam.” His gravelly tone and the heat in his eyes are like a mainline shock to my core.

“Here?” I can’t help the little moan that escapes my throat at the idea.

“Yes.”

“Won’t we get caught?” I try to look around, but his hand cups my face, and his eyes scorch a direct hit to my clit.

“There is always that possibility. You said you didn’t do public sex, but I really want to fuck you now…right now.” His voice is hoarse, and he steps against me, pushing me flush against the rough wall.

“I was forced to have sex in front of Richard’s friends. I don’t consider this the same thing at all.” Jason stiffens, and his dark eyes darken with anger. I place my hand on his firm chest, pleased his heartbeat is just as frantic as mine. He relaxes under my touch. “And there isnothingI wouldn’t do with you.” I hold his gaze for an eternity before he smiles a wicked grin.

“I’m very glad to hear it.” He growls and crushes my lips once more. One hand slips behind my head to protect me from the hard rock and rough, unbelievably erotic invasion of his tongue. His other hand is quick to release the buttons on my pants. I help him push my jeans to my knees. I work his belt loose and do the same to his jeans. His cock springs free, and I quickly take its heavy weight in my hand, wrapping my fingers and moving firmly up and down. I sweep the pre-cum with my finger and quickly suck it clean before I resume stroking his rock-hard length—silk over steel, heavenly. His hips rock forward into my grip and his hand dips between my legs. I sigh when his fingers slide easily between my soaking folds and sink inside. He languidly drags his middle finger along my centre from entrance to clit. I tremble with each pass and whimper, eager for more.

Agonised by his teasing touch, I sag with relief when he removes his hand and places his cock at my entrance. But I am trapped at the knees by my jeans, and I know I am going to die if I can’t have him deep and hard. Oh, God, I want him fucking me hard.

“Jason, from behind, please,” I beg.

“Really?” He voice sounds as ragged as I feel.

“I need you hard and deep, and that’s not gonna happen with my legs trapped.” My voice holds all the desperation I feel between my legs.

“As you wish, beautiful.” He spins me round and roughly grabs my hips. I barely get the chance to steady myself when he thrusts inside. So. Fucking. Deep. My body starts to shake, and I can’t draw in any air. He has pushed it all from my body with each hard pump of his hips. It feels so good, I can’t take another breath; all I can do is take him. I feel lightheaded and dizzy. He grinds his hips, and a squeak escapes from the back of my throat. He pulls back and surges forward. This time, I suck in a deep breath, preparing my body for the intense pleasure and borderline pain that thrills me with every pump. I throw my head back and cry out. The sound echoes in the night and bounces off the silent stone surrounding us. His drive is relentless and punishing, and I love every single bit of it. I push back to meet each thrust. Our bodies collide with a wild passion I have never felt before. He pulls my hat from my head and fists a handful of hair, pulling it and arching my neck back.

“So fucking beautiful.” He growls and roars as my body takes over. Every muscle clenches and crashes with the first wave of orgasm that hits us both like tsunami. His hips move faster, skin slapping loudly, his fingernails hard against my soft flesh and the pull on my hair just keeps me soaring until another climax takes hold. Bright white lights flash behind my eyes, and the sounds of our panting are drowned out by the blood pumping and rushing in my ears. My legs give way, but I don’t fall. Jason has me supported in his arms. I am aware he is quickly pulling my jeans up and speaking, but I haven’t come back down to earth yet; I am still floating, but my lazy smile vanishes when I recognise the word his lips is forming.

“Guard!” The next thing I feel is his strong hand dragging me at a flat-out pace as we run for the gate we had entered through an hour ago. Our feet pound the pavement once we reach the street, and we don’t stop until we reach the bottom of the Spanish steps. I fall into his arms, I throw my head back and I laugh out loud. I feel so alive, so unbelievably happy. I sigh when I finally stop laughing. His smile would shame the sun as his dark brown eyes search my face. They hold so much love. Can I tell him I feel the same? What would it mean if I did? I think I do; I’ve never felt like this. But if I tell him, will everything change? I told Richard I loved him and he used it like a tool for torture. It changed everything. I don’t want anything to change. I like this, what we have, I like it just the way it is. But if I don’t, when his eyes are begging for the words, will he be upset? Will he still want me?

“Jason, I—” I hate the waiver in my voice. I hate that I am not brave.

“I know you do, Sam.” His knuckles brush my cheek as his other hand slowly supports my slide down his body to the ground. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“This has been the best night of my life.” I am embarrassed as my eyes instantly pool with tears. I didn’t think I was an emotional wreck as well as a crazy jealous person, but this weekend has been an education on many levels. I blink back the tears. Jason beams at me and in one final, grand romantic gesture, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me up the steps and all the way to bed.

“You know I’m a sure thing, right? You don’t need to impress me with the fancy dinners, gifts and the private jet.” Sam is sitting beside me, seductively stroking the plush leather sofa as we taxi to take off in Daniel’s plane, heading home. Her smile is shy and I cover her hand with mine and squeeze. Her words might be all confident bravado, but the uncertainty in her eyes belies the insecurities that consume her. She needs time. I get that, but at least I am happy that I told her how I feel. However, actions speak louder and all that…

“You’re notasure thing beautiful, you aremysure thing.” I try to lift her hands free to kiss her fingers, but they have this death-grip going on, white knuckles and fingernails that look like they are going to pierce the leather on the armrest. “You don’t like to fly?”

She swallows and shakes her head. A nervous smiles flits across her lips. “Necessary evil, but I fucking hate it.” She grimaces and clenches her jaw tight.

“Would you like me to take your mind off it?” I drop my tone and whisper the words close to her ear. She briefly giggles out a relaxing breath but almost instantly stiffens again.

“What do you propose?” She arches her brow, and despite her obvious fear, her pupils dilate. I chuckle.

“Nothing like that until we’ve reached altitude, but if you are a brave girl, I’ll reward you.” I drag my tongue slowly over my lips, my intention perfectly clear by the distracted grin spreading wide across her face. “How about a game? Random rapid-fire questions? The winner gets to come on my tongue.” She squeals out a sexy little laugh.

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