The Lineup(88)

“Jesus, Jason.” That’s one thing I overlooked with the girls. The dirty talk. The man drives me wild with every word that leaves his sensual lips. I reach up and undo the buttons of my shirt, letting it fall to the side, and then I undo my bra, watching as Jason’s green eyes turn a shade darker. His hands fall to my breasts where he brings them to his mouth and starts sucking. My head falls back, my hair dancing across my back, as this passionate man begins to own my body once again.

I slow down my hips to a torturous pace, and it doesn’t take Jason long to get sick of it because he tosses me to the side of the couch, shucks his shorts, and tears my thong off me. Determination and heat build right before he descends on me. He lifts one of my legs to the back of the couch and then spreads the other to the floor—thank God, I’m flexible.

Hands on my hips, he presses his cock to my entrance and then fully inserts himself. He slides in with ease from how turned on I am.

He grumbles something to himself and then starts rocking his hips, holding me down so firmly I have nothing to do but give in to the sheer force behind his body.

I grip the arm of the couch and hold on as Jason takes over.

“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” Sweat beads at his brow from his exertion, from his controlled movements. I know he wants it harder—and he’s given it to me harder before, shaking my bed around on the floor—but when we have sex first thing after work, he seems to hold back, as if to give me a second to breathe. I appreciate it, but not this time. I want all of him.

“Harder,” I say, causing his brows to narrow and his hips to still. “Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Dottie. You might be the boss in the boardroom, but you’re sure as hell not the boss in the bedroom. Got it?”

I should be startled, shocked even, but I’m not, because this is Jason, this is his kingdom and I’ve given over to it. I trust him enough to rule our lives in the bedroom, to take over and be in charge of our pleasure. I never knew that choosing submission could be so freeing. Allowing him to use and tantalize my body to his heart’s content. Lindsay was right. I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

Nodding, I say, “Yes, got it.”

“Good.” He starts moving his hips again, but this time, he goes at a snail’s pace. “Trust that I know what you need, Dottie. Trust that in the moment, I can not only feel your desire, but I can read it as well.” He starts to pump a little harder. “Know that I don’t just fuck you, but I read your body, I watch how tight your nipples get, I wait for the moment you bite down on your lips right before your pussy clenches around my thick cock. I know the pattern of your breathing, the arch of your back before you come, and the sounds you make right before you hit that precipice.”

My body climbs toward my orgasm with his every word, his every stroke.

“Trust that I know how to not only fuck you but pleasure you so every other man is worthless to you.”

Already there.

“What’s that?” Jason asks.

Did I say that out loud? Oh crap.

He slams into me now. Moving my hips with his hands, pulling me onto his cock. “What did you just say?”

Crying out his name, my orgasm toying with me, I breathe out a heavy breath and say, “Already there.”

“Already there, what?” he says through clenched teeth, both of us rocking to the point of no return.

“You’re . . . ahhh.” I cry out when he pinches my nipple. Pleasure shoots through my legs, to my stomach and before I can stop it, my orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, rocking me harder than I’ve ever felt.

“Mother . . . fucker,” Jason says, as I feel him tense and spill inside me. “Fuck,” he groans, rocking his hips slowly. He opens his eyes and stares at me. Leaning down, he captures my lips and kisses them sensually and sweetly. I bring my hands to the back of his head and entwine my fingers. Keeping him close, never wanting to let him go as the emotions and feelings for this man overwhelm me.

Tears threaten to fall. I realize what I’m about to say holds such impact on our relationship that once I put it out there, I won’t be able to take it back. But I’m not sure I can hold it in either. He needs to know how much he means to me, how desperate I am for him.

I place my hand on his cheek and put a small distance between our lips so I have his full attention.

His brow creases as he takes in my expression. “What’s wrong, baby?”

God, when he calls me that, when his voice is so full of concern right after he took every last piece of me, how could I ever be without this man?

“I’m already there.” His brow creases even more. “When you said you’re going to pleasure me until every other man is worthless to me.” I pause. “I’m already there. And not just because you rock my world in the bedroom . . . or on the couch”—we both smile—“but because you treat me unlike anyone has ever treated me before, like I’m the most precious thing that’s ever come into your life.”

“Because you are.” His thumb caresses my cheek. “You’re so goddamn precious to me, Dottie.”

He gently kisses me as the timer goes off.

“That would be dinner.” He gives me one more of his delicious kisses and then hops up from the couch, bare ass and all.