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Sara
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It’s Tuesday night and since Jason didn’t have to work, we grabbed a pizza with Christian and Bree. Afterwards, we decided to go back to Jason’s house to watch a movie. “I’m so tired lately with everything going on in my classes, then trying to spend time with you with your hours. I’m really glad we decided to come back here and just do this,” I admit snuggling into Jason’s arms. I love just lying together on his couch.
Jason brushes my hair back from my face and kisses me on the corner of my mouth. “It’s not like I’m about to pass up time like this with you,” he claims, smirking. He moves to my neck and takes a deep breath in before pressing his lips to my skin giving me goose bumps everywhere. He chuckles softly. “I love that I can do that to you,” he confesses running his fingers gently along my arms.
I take a deep breath in attempt to stop myself from jumping him right this second. I want to ask him something I’ve been curious about for a while. “So, it was good to hang out with Christian and Bree tonight.” Jason nods his head, but doesn’t respond. “How close are you with your brothers and sister? I mean you and Christian seem to get along fine, but I don’t know...” I hesitate, afraid I’ll say something to make him mad. “I guess you seem more like casual friends than brothers. Don’t get me wrong, its...” Jason leans away from me with a sigh and I instantly snap my mouth shut.
I open my mouth to try to backtrack, but he puts his hand up to stop me, gesturing for me to give him a minute. “I will do anything for both of my brothers and my sister and I know they would do the same for me,” he confesses. “Theresa and I get along great, and Matt and Christian have always been closer to each other than either of them are to me, but Christian and I have had our problems in the past,” he concedes.
He grinds his jaw and looks like he’s thinking hard about what he wants to say. “I guess you could say, Christian and I have always been a lot alike and we’re both like our father. As the oldest, I’ve always been expected to follow in my dad’s footsteps in a way and I always felt like the pressure was on me. I had to get the grades, play football and play it well, go to West Point...” he trails off and I wait for him to continue. “I guess Christian felt like he not only had the same expectations as me, but he also thought he was living in my shadow and he hated it. What I think pushed him over the edge is when one of his high school girlfriends started hitting on me. I didn’t do anything about it at the time, but it didn’t matter.”
I quickly cover my mouth, trying to keep my reflexive gasp quiet. Jason cringes slightly at my reaction, but I can’t help it. My heart feels instant sympathy for Christian, knowing what it feels like to not feel wanted or loved. I know it’s not Jason’s fault and as long as he didn’t do anything about it, it’s fine.
He sighs heavily. “Anyway, Christian and I are working on it. He’s been great since he’s been back with Bree.” He glances at me, adding, “He had a rough couple of years when they broke up. I wasn’t around a lot, but when I was,” he shakes his head, “let’s just say I’m really fucking glad he has her.” He pauses, “And now that we’re both living in the same area, we’ll figure it out. He’s my brother,” he adds as if that’s all they need as he shrugs his shoulders.
I nod my head and try to explain my inquiry, “I know it’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just curious.”
He laughs humorlessly, declaring, “I hope I’m your business.”
“I didn’t mean,” I begin, blushing.
He waves it off chuckling, “It’s fine. I like that you want to know about my family and I am your business,” he reiterates.
I smile reluctantly and search my brain for a change of topic. My mind is completely blank except for questions about his family, so I reiterate, “I had a lot of fun with Christian and Bree tonight. We should hang out with them more often.”
“We will,” Jason easily agrees. “They’re meeting us at my parents on Sunday.” He closes the distance between us, requesting, “Can we not talk about my brother anymore? Please?” he begs his eyes boring into mine.
With just one look, he knows my answer. My eyes go wide and heat spreads throughout my whole body. He slides one hand behind my neck and the other hooks at my waist. He pulls me into him and holds my gaze before his mouth crashes into mine like he can’t wait another second. I can’t help but moan in pleasure as he pushes his tongue inside, exploring and tasting me.
“I need you Jason,” I whimper wanting to get as close to him as possible. This just isn’t close enough!
I squeal when he stands up taking me with him. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs. He slides his hands under my ass and continues to kiss me as he walks to his room. He tears his mouth away as he tosses me on the bed. I prop myself on my elbows so I can look at him. His eyes roam my body causing my breath to speed up. “You are so fucking beautiful, Sara,” he murmurs in awe. I can’t even open my mouth to speak as I watch him climb on the bed. He slowly crawls over me, kissing me as he goes, on my hip, my belly, my neck and finally my lips. He pulls away and looks into my eyes when he asks, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “I’m positive, Jason. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. You know the real me and you still want me.” My voice cracks as I add, “I love you, Jason.”
He kisses me gently and whispers against my lips, “Of course I want you. You’re all I want. I love you too, Sara.”
I pull him the last inch to me and kiss him hard. I want him to know how happy he makes me. I pull at his shirt and he pulls back, swiftly pulling it over his head. My hands run over the muscles in his shoulders, down his arms and back to his hard chest and abs, muscles like his I didn’t think existed in my world. Every part of him I touch, makes me crave more.
I need him to touch me. I push him back slightly, so I can pull my navy sweater over my head. I go to reach back to release my bra and Jason reaches towards me, stopping me. I look up at him confused. He caresses my cheek and stares into my eyes.
“Are you with me?” he prompts softly. My heart gets caught in my throat as I nod my head in confirmation.
This man!
“Let me?” he prods. His hand moves to my back and he releases my breasts with a flick of his fingers. He slides the straps down my arms and tosses it to the side. His eyes move down to my chest and just as my anxiety begins to surface, he pushes it away when he cups my breast and runs his thumb gently over my nipple while he kisses my neck, slowly moving down. His hand moves to my other breast as his tongue shoots out to circle my nipple and take as much of it as he can into his mouth, licking and massaging. He groans and gives my other breast the same attention.
My hands move to his waist and I flick the button of his jeans open. “Off,” I demand.
Jason pushes my hands away, refusing, “Not yet.” He quickly tugs my jeans off, letting his hands slide lightly along the inside of my legs on the way back up, giving me goosebumps.
As he passes right by my panties and gently digs into my hips with his fingers, I break away from his kiss, begging, “Jason.” I have never wanted someone so much in my life. My body is vibrating with heat and need for him. I’ve never felt this way before. “Please,” I plead.
His lips come back to mine as he releases his grip on my hips and his hand slides back down to my bright pink panties lightly passing over me before curling his fingers in the sides and swiftly tugging them off. He touches my core and groans. I can feel how hot and wet I am. I pull away from his lips to catch my breath. He pushes a finger inside of me, but I want him this time. “Jason, I want you now. Please, I need to be close to you.”
He looks me in the eyes still pushing his finger in and out of me with my insides on fire. He presses his lips to mine and jumps away from me in one agile movement. He shoves his jeans and boxer briefs off, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches in his nightstand and pinches a condom between his fingers. He crawls over me, kissing me hungrily. He pulls back to find my gaze again. “Sara, are you with me?” he repeats. I nod my head slowly, my heart beating fast at how much he’s caring for me. “I need you to tell me this time, not just nod your head. Are you with me?”
My voice cracks when I answer him, “Yes.”
He opens the condom and slides it on as I look at him for the first time. My breath catches at his size, but I quickly focus back on this moment as he places himself between my legs. I feel him at my entrance. I gasp, having trouble catching my breath. He stops, demanding, “Sara, look at me.” I look into his eyes and wait. “I need you with me. If you need to stop, tell me. You and I are what matter. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper throatily.
“I love you, Sara,” he declares staring at me intently. His words and the truth of it portrayed in his eyes causes me to melt completely and I truly relax.
He must see it in me too. “I love you, too,” I murmur just as he pushes inside me with one quick thrust. He pauses, letting my body adjust to him. “I need you to move,” I plead. Doing as I request, he moves slowly at first, but picks up the pace as my breathing gets heavier and faster. I gasp as he changes the angle, hitting my g-spot all the way inside me over and over again and driving me to the brink. “Jason,” I breathe his name, wanting to tell him what he’s doing to me, but not able to speak.
He begins groaning along with me, still looking into my eyes. His hands roam my arms, my chest, my hips before settling on my ass and pulling me to him. I cling to his shoulders and try to bury my face in his chest, but he won’t let me. “I need to see you. I need to know you’re with me,” he tells me. I press my head back into his pillows and stare at his mouth, the corners turning up slightly. He leans in close, pressing his lips to mine, licking and sucking my tongue and my lips, tasting me and letting me taste him. He breaks our kiss and insists, “Eyes on me.” I happily concede to his wishes.
His thrusts become faster and more urgent. “I need you to come, Sara. Please come for me,” he pleads. My body can’t refuse him. My eyes refuse to stay open as I easily fall over the top into oblivion, my insides throbbing around him over and over again. Just as I start to relax, I feel Jason tense. I force my eyes open, wanting to watch his climax as he thrusts into me a few more times. My body begins coming down from its high as Jason grips me tightly, releasing while his eyes remain on me. After one final grunt, he drops to the mattress as he rolls me over so I’m lying on top of him.
He stays inside of me while we both catch our breath. Tucking my hair behind my ears, he asks, “Are you okay?”
I grin down at him, mumbling, “I’m better than okay.”
“Good,” he grins back giving my ass a light tap and making me giggle.
“I should get cleaned up,” he announces, rolling me to my side. He slowly slides out of me causing me to gasp with the loss. “I’ll be right back,” he states. He smiles and brushes his lips over mine, before jumping out of bed. I watch his bare ass walk away feeling like I’m in someone else’s life right now. Everything feels so surreal. I’m not supposed to have this, have him.
I startle as he climbs back in bed with me, making him chuckle. “I wasn’t gone that long,” he teases. “Here, I brought this to help clean you up.” I look up and see he’s holding a wet washcloth in his hands. My throat clogs with what feels like rocks, but I know it’s my emotions getting the better of me again. He lifts the sheet and wipes between my legs. I feel my eyes welling up and I take a deep breath trying to keep myself from crying. He tosses the washcloth into his laundry basket, easily sinking it then bringing his focus back to me.
His face immediately clouds with concern. He reaches his hand up to my cheek and brushes it lightly. “Sara, what’s wrong? Was that too much too soon?” he prods anxiously.
I shake my head in denial. “No, no.” I take a deep breath and my tears inevitably spill over. “That was perfect,” I whimper.
“Then, what is it?” he prompts brushing away my tears.
I try to gulp down the rocks in my throat so I can tell him. “I...I’ve never...nothing has ever been like that. I didn’t know sex could be like that.” His face changes to one of understanding as well as concern. “I’ve never even had an orgasm during sex before,” I admit embarrassed. “And I’ve never had someone care for me the way you are showing me you care by everything you do,” I confess.
Jason releases a long sigh filled with regret. “Fuck.” He takes a couple deep breaths and cradles my face in his hands. “I hate hearing you say that, but I hate it because I don’t even like the idea of things being like that for you. You should always be cared for. You should always be cherished. You should always be loved. I hate that you’ve never really had any of it, but I’m honored to be able to be the one to give it to you as long as you’ll let me.” His lips meet mine in a slow, sensual kiss, his way of sealing his promise to me.
