The Lineup(83)

“True, but maybe an action hero.” She pushes up so she can look down at me. “You have the body for it.” She reaches down and pulls up the hem of my shirt. “You sure have the abs for it.”

The cold air hits my stomach, causing my muscles to twitch.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never dated anyone with the kind of body you have.” Her hand drags my shirt up higher until my stomach and chest is exposed. “How many hours do you spend in the gym?”

“Enough,” I say on a gulp. With a wicked smile and an exploratory finger, she circles my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. “Dottie,” I warn.

“Just exploring.”

“Exploring can get you in trouble.”

“What if I want trouble?” she asks, moving her hand down my stomach to the waistband of my flannel pants where she slips her hand underneath. Because I’m an idiot, I’m not wearing briefs. Therefore, her hand connects directly with my cock, her palm rubbing over the soft skin for a brief moment, feeling how I’m instantly hard in her hand.

“Dottie, come on, babe, I’m trying here.”

“Trying what? To torture both of us?” she asks, moving her hand down to my balls where she massages them as well, and holy fuck does it feel good.

Really fucking good.

So good that a hiss escapes my lips as my head falls to the back of the couch.

“I want to court you, do it right.”

“And I want to feel your dick inside me. Which do you think will bring us more pleasure?”

Valid point.

But still . . .

I reach down and take her hand out of my pants, my penis hating me. I look her in the eyes and say, “You deserve more.”

“I deserve you,” she says, her words so full of hidden meaning that I can feel her desperation in those three little words. “This isn’t just fucking to me, Jason. This, us, it means something to me. I know it’s been quick between us, but I feel something for you. I think I’ve felt it since college, since the first time I saw you. I don’t want to wait. I want to enjoy you . . . us.”

“I want that too,” I say, cupping her cheek. “But I’m serious about this. I want our first time to be special and worth the wait.”

Her face falls, the smile disappearing, the spark in her eyes evaporating as she turtles in on herself and nods. I’ve never seen her like this before. Vulnerable and disappointed, waving her white flag and letting someone else get their way.

I’ll be honest, I don’t like it.

Do you know what else I don’t like? Dottie pulling away. Dottie not snuggling into my chest. Dottie staying silent during the movie. Dottie mentally removing herself from the night. I can’t have that, nor do I want it.

And there seems to be only one way to take care of it.

“Fuck it,” I say, standing from the couch and pulling my shirt off.

Dottie’s eyes widen right before I pick her up from the couch and toss her over my shoulder.

“Jason,” she says, concerned. “What are you doing?”

I don’t answer her.

I don’t speak a damn word.

I walk to her bedroom, shut the door, and then set her on the bed where I observe her. Excitement erupts in her eyes.

She’s about to understand what it’s like to be with Jason Orson.

“Take your tits out of your nightgown.” She reaches for the hem, but I bark, “No. Leave it on. Just take your tits out.” Her eyes widen . . . probably from my tone of voice. When it comes to the bedroom, I don’t fuck around.

Unsure, she removes her breasts and I take a second to stare at them. When she goes to rub them, I snap at her again. “Don’t fucking touch them. Just let me stare. I want to watch your breathing pick up, see how aroused you get from this.”

In the silence of her large bedroom, I stare at her and watch every movement she makes. A little intake here, a slight shift there. How her eyes go hazy with lust, how her legs start to slowly part, and that’s when I see it. She’s wearing nothing underneath. The fucking vixen. She knew exactly what she was doing this whole time. I’m about to make sure she never regrets her decision tonight.

“Reach up with your right hand and play with your nipple. Massage it, pluck at it, pinch it, roll it; do everything and anything that makes you wet for me. Spread your legs wider, because I want to see that pussy glisten.”

She bites her bottom lip and does as I say, playing with her nipple. There’s something to be said about a powerful woman, one who runs her world every day, breaking down and giving in to the demands of her man in the bedroom. It’s hot how responsive she is, how willing she is to listen. I love everything about it.

With my thumbs, I snag the waistband of my pants and push them down only to step out of the fabric and toss them to the side with a flick of my toe. Cock jutted out, I grip it with one hand and slowly start to stroke up and down, giving her an eyeful.

She licks her lips and her hips start to rock as she stares at me.

“Switch your hands. Make yourself moan. I won’t be touching you until I think you’re fully ready, so give me the goddamn show I deserve.”

With that, she pulls on the fabric of her nightgown, exposing her lower half completely and then spreads her legs all the way, presenting me with one of the most gorgeous and erotic scenes I’ve ever seen.