Page 83 of Not A Peep

Only to find someone already there.

My eyes fly open as someone’s tongue circles my clit. A throaty groan slips past my lips as my eyelids flutter halfway shut. Tilting my head and lifting the covers, I find Jason’s mop of curls between my legs. He pauses his attack between my legs to look up and wink at me. Then he’s back to work. Oh god. The sight of my crush there, feasting as if ravenous… It’s even better than my dream. I choke on a cry as my body unravels. My hips jerk upward as pleasure scatters to every corner in my body. Jason doesn’t stop. His tongue slides through me, lapping up the evidence of his victory. Two fingers slide into me, stroking me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

To my surprise, another orgasm comes roaring in from left field. My thighs wrap around his head as I cry out again. Oh sweet heavens. Another one? And so quickly? How does he know what buttons to push and in which order? When this one subsides, Jason slowly pulls away from between my legs and climbs up the bed to lay beside me.

I turn to stare at him as he props his hands behind his head. This is it, the daydream I’ve played over and over in my head from afar whenever he stopped by the library. With his hair a mess, body lit with morning sunlight, and dimples for days as he turns to smile at me… My core clenches around nothing. He’s stunning.

“Good morning,” he greets.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed. I’ve been preoccupied.”

Jason laughs. The sound of it draws a giggle from me. It must be because of my post-orgasm high. Without consciously being aware of doing it, I turn my body and curl up to his side. Jason stiffens for just a second before an arm comes from behind his head to wrap around my body. My fingers lift and I trail them over his bare chest, admiring the dips and peaks of his muscle as he breathes.

“This is cruel,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.

“What is?”

I open my mouth but shut it just as quickly, unsure if admitting my thoughts to him is a good idea. It’s not like he doesn’t know I’m attracted to him. I let out a long sigh, conflicted.

In the other room, I can still hear the sound of my alarm going off. I’ll have to get it eventually. But I want a few more minutes. This is nice. I’ve never snuggled with someone like this before. And for it to be the man of my daydreams? Yeah, I’m going to hold onto this moment for as long as possible. With a forlorn smile, I reply,

“Waking up like this, afterwishingfor it for so long.” My eyes won’t meet his as I continue to run my fingers over his chest. “But I guess I should’ve been careful about what I wished for. Reality is so cruel.”

“Hm?”

Rather than answer him, I snuggle closer. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, I allow my fingertips to trail over his stomach, through the thin patch of hair around his navel, then slide them beneath the comforter. If I only get this for a few more minutes, I might as well make the most of it.

My fingers find his erection and wrap around him. I tighten my grip and give him a stroke. Jason gulps loudly. Feeling emboldened by his response, I stroke him again. My core flutters with jealousy. I lean forward and kiss Jason’s chest. My tongue finds his nipple as my hand slides up and down his shaft. I flick it a few times before nipping and kissing across his chest. But I want more. The deep, guttural groan that Jason makes as I squeeze his dick brings heat to my cheeks and causes my heart to flutter.

Letting my body take over, I let go of his dick to climb on top of him. I lean down and take his mouth with mine. Jason kisses me back without hesitation. His tongue slides into my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, but it does nothing to cool the heat burning in my veins. I pull away to straighten, strip off my shirt, and then toss it to the side.

Jason’s gaze travels over my body hungrily. His mouth pops open slightly as he reaches up and grabs my breasts with both hands, kneading them and teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I wiggle back on his hips so I can feel the hard length of him between my legs. All I need to do is pull my pajama bottoms to the side and…

“God you’re beautiful,” Jason mutters as he sits up abruptly. He captures my mouth with his and groans when I nip at his bottom lip. Our tongues find one another again and clash. My hand slides over Jason’s body before my fingers dig into his mass of dark brown curls. He tilts his pelvis, and his erection rubs against me.

I moan. How is it that my daily daydreams have turned into my reality? A shiver races up my spine as Jason pulls me forward as he lays down. What it must feel like to be so fit. All this muscle beneath me ripples anytime he moves… Even as I marvel at the hard body beneath me, a small, barely audible voice whispers in the back of my head:

What would it be like to be sandwiched between this body and another?

I sit up, desperate to feel Jason inside of me. Yanking my shorts to the side, I position myself over Jason’s dick and impale myself. We both gasp. My body stretches around him, the sting fading to pleasure so fast that I can believe it was never there.

“You feel fucking amazing.” Jason’s voice chokes off as I start to move.

My body grabs on and loves every inch of him inside of me. There’s no point quieting the moans that slip past my lips. They bleed into one another as pleasure begins to gather in my lower abdomen. My hips move faster, my body desperately seeking relief.

“Jason.” I want to warn him the end is near, but I can’t find the words. They get lodged in my throat, where they remain as my body grips his tightly.

“Oh hell, dollie, look at you.” Jason stares up at me, his eyes bright with fervor. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me up and down his erection. “Amazing.”

His words are the catalyst to the internal explosion that rushes through me. My cry is met with a twin one as Jason lifts his hips and finds his own release. Shaking and shivering as my orgasm subsides, I brace my hands on Jason’s chest. I can’t stop from leaning down and stealing another kiss, knowing that our time together is probably up.

Especially since my phone’s alarm has stopped ringing. Jason kisses me back, holding my face in place as his tongue returns. After a moment, I reluctantly sit up.

“I need to get ready for work.”

Jason’s eyelids droop as he gives me a lopsided smile. “Go get ready, pretty lady. I’ll drive you today.”

I slide off him with a frown, but don’t object. What would be the point? I’ve had this conversation with Grant twice now. It doesn’t get me anywhere. As long as they don’t drop me off somewhere public, what does it matter? It saves me from buying gas, I guess.

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