Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers #1)(27)

And then my eyes dropped lower.

I could barely see them because of the length of his shorts, but Jason had powerfully built thighs. On his right side, his thigh led down to his knee, which led to an equally powerful calf. On the left, it led to his knee, which led to a prosthetic from the knee down.

My gaze shot back up to his, and I was surprised by the level of vulnerability I saw in his eyes. He swallowed hard, then cleared his throat. “Is this going to be a problem?”

What kind of question is that?

It caught me off guard for a couple of seconds, but my mind raced fast enough for a quick recovery. “Are you trying to be funny, Jason? Cause this isn’t amusing.”

His face dropped into a scowl. “What?”

“Don’t what me. You brought me over here with the understanding that you’d be “hitting it right”, and that’s what I expect. Does your dick work?”

“Hell yeah my dick works!” he exclaimed, with an even deeper scowl.

“Then stop making excuses, Sergeant, and give me what I came over here for, damn.”

I kept my gaze locked on his until understanding lit his eyes. His scowl softened, and he reached into his pocket, holding up the gold foil packet of a condom. “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs.”

His voice was firm.

I did as he said, moving to an empty space on the wall. I tugged my dress up around my hips as he ripped the condom open, then pressed my palms to the wall. I shivered at the feeling of his hands on me again, caressing and squeezing my ass before he moved them to my waist. I sucked in a breath as his fingers slid over my stomach, up to my breasts again before his lips touched my shoulder.

He kept one hand cupped around my breast, then used the other to guide himself into me. We both let out a low groan of appreciation as he slid in, making me squirm as my body stretched for him. He filled me up, then didn’t move, locking an arm around my waist to pull me close to him. His other hand moved from my breast to between my legs, pressing his thumb to my clit, just hard enough for me to feel it and want more. I tried to rock against his hand, but he held me still, squeezing me against him a little harder.

And then he began to move.

There was a burst of momentum as he plunged into me, hard, even though I would have sworn he was already buried as deep as he could go. That little move sent me up onto my toes with a sharp gasp of pleasure, followed quickly by another as he slid out of me just enough to do that again. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold my composure as he began to stroke. His moves were unhurried at first, carefully measured and delivered, stretching and teasing and pulling out stifled moans.

His thumb started moving against my clit – tight, slow circles, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He burrowed into me, not moving back, grounding his hips against mine, and it felt so good I damn near bit a hole through my lip.

He moved his hand from my waist, burying it in my hair to grip a handful of my braids. He tugged my head back, latching his mouth onto my neck and sucking hard, sending a deep shiver over my whole body. “Stop holding back,” he growled in my ear, then gently bit me there, soothing the sting with a kiss after.

I whimpered something – hell, I don’t even know what I was trying to say, but the next moment he started slamming into me with fast, deep, powerful strokes, and before I knew it, I was screaming. “Jay, Jay, Jay,” over and over as he plunged into me. My whimpers, moans, cries of bliss were punctuated by the smack of skin on skin as the heady aroma of sex filled the air.

He lifted me by the hips, taking me feet off the ground as he drove harder. Weak with pleasure, there wasn’t much I could do except enjoy it. I braced my arms against the wall as pressure mounted in my core, rocking back, meeting him stroke for stroke, rolling my hips as much as I could. Somehow, he slid deeper again, his balls slapping against me as he moved. He used one arm around my waist to keep me up, then moved his other hand between my legs again.

As soon as he touched my clit, I came unglued.

“Ahhhhhh, Jay!”

A powerful shudder wracked my body as I came, sending tremors radiating all the way down to my toes. My throat was already raw, but I couldn’t seem to stop crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure rocked over me. I screamed again as he slammed into me one last time, with a thick growl in my ear as he released.

My breath was still coming in shallow pants, and tears streamed down my cheeks as Jason pressed his face to the back of my neck. I let out a heavy sigh as he lowered my feet back to the ground, then hurriedly tried to suck in more air. My heart was still racing when he tightened his arms around my waist, and planted several kisses along my shoulder. He was still inside of me, still throbbing, and my body reflexively clenched around him, again and again, like it was saying more, more, more.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered, pushing his face against my neck again. “That was…”

“Incredible,” I supplied, still out of breath. I swallowed hard, and then ran my tongue over my lips as I moved my hands from the wall, and placed them over his. My eyelids drifted closed as he pressed his lips to the little hollow behind my ear.

“I mean, I was gonna say it was aiight, but…”

He was out of me, and a few steps away in a flash, easily dodging my swatting hands. He chuckled as he jogged out, presumably toward the bathroom. I let my dress fall back to its proper place, though it was thoroughly wrinkled now, and stood there for a few awkward moments.