To Love Jason Thorn, page 24
Maybe I’d have a chance to maul him in public some other time?
Reaching the car and driving away from the small crowd didn’t help Jason loosen up at all. As much as Lucy did her best to lighten our moods, Jason didn’t utter more than a few words.
As soon as we dropped Lucy off, Jason reached for his phone and called his publicist without speaking a word to me.
“Megan. Yeah. Sorry for interrupting. I’m calling to give you a heads up. A few people from the crew took videos of Olive and me kissing on stage. Yeah, we were at the crew party. Fine.”
I quickly realized that I didn’t like them doing damage control about something that was so damn near magical to me. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I turned my head and watched the cars passing by us.
I wondered where they were going, who they were going to reach at the end of their journey. Maybe they weren’t going anywhere, just sailing through life.
You’re not even making any sense, Olive. Shut up your babbling mind.
“Yeah, I know,” Jason clipped. “We didn’t promise exclusivity to the magazine with the marriage thing. Sure. Go ahead and make a comment on the videos then. No. That’s not all.”
He paused before letting out a big sigh. I felt like an intruder listening in on their conversation, but it wasn’t like I could get away to give them privacy either.
The best day of my life was slowly being ruined by damage control.
“Someone must have tipped off the paps because a small group of them were waiting for us when we left early. One of them got a little too close to Olive so I gave him a shove.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window.
“No. He damn near tripped her,” Jason shouted suddenly. Despite being right next to him, I couldn’t hear what Megan was saying. I could hear her rising voice all right, but I couldn’t make out her words.
“I’m not apologizing,” Jason growled at her. “I won’t have anyone crowd her just because she is too polite to tell them to back off. I called to give you a heads up. Now you know. Do whatever you want with it.”
With those last words, he hung up on her.
For the rest of the ride, he didn’t speak to me, so I didn’t think it would be a good idea to force a conversation on him. Maybe he was already regretting kissing me? Or maybe he had been playing and I was too dense to notice we were acting? Could he be that cruel? Or maybe he was angry about the paps mentioning the photo from the premiere that made so many headlines…
If he was angry about that, I didn’t know how to fix it. I’d waited for him to say something about it the day the picture had gone online, but I was too chicken shit to mention it on my own. When he didn’t bring it up and chose to act like nothing was wrong…well, why poke the bear right? However, maybe if I apologized, he would soften at least enough to speak again.
Gaah… He was making both my heart and my head hurt with his loud silence.
We spotted the paparazzi lying in wait in front of his house the moment he turned the corner onto his street.
“Damn it!” Jason growled, speeding up toward the gate before they could get between the car and the gate and block our entrance.
I shielded my face with my hand as they started to light up their flashes to get a glimpse into the car. I had no idea if they could see through the black windows or not, but in any case I wasn’t in the mood to force a smile.
Jason managed to get us in without any problems.
“Either there is something new going on that we don’t know about, or they know we’re married,” Jason said as he drove the car up the driveway.
Soundlessly, I nodded in agreement.
After the short ride up, when we were safely tucked away from unwanted eyes, I jumped out as soon as the car was parked.
Jason had given me my own key to the house, but I still waited for him to let us in. No matter what he said, this little palace was his, not mine. I was more like a glorified roommate than a wife.
When Jason came up next to me, I avoided eye contact and waited for him to unlock the door.
Truth be told, I had planned to run to my room and hide there for a few months, but as soon as we walked in and Jason closed the door behind us, he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall.
My breath came out in a whoosh as my back hit the wall, hard.
“Jason,” I gasped, shocked.
He captured my face in his hands and my heart skyrocketed when I saw the look on his face.
“Do it again,” he growled.
My eyes on his, my breathing hard, I quietly asked, “Do what, Jason?”
“Kiss me like that. Again.” It almost sounded like a threat.
I swallowed and looked down at his lips. “That wasn’t me,” I whispered, my voice barely functioning. “You kissed me.” I fisted my hands and pressed them against the wall. My body was shaking with years of want and need for him.
God, I’d wanted this boy to look at me like he was looking at me at that moment ever since I’d learned about how a boy should kiss a girl. He was my perfect guy.
“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his nose against my neck, breathing me in. He was breathing me in! “That was all you.”
His lips ghosted over mine and I took a quick, sharp breath. When he backed off an inch or two, taking his warmth away, I found myself going after him like a puppet being played.
He tilted his head. “Kiss me, Olive,” he repeated again, his eyes locked on mine.
Starved for him, I launched myself into his arms. My arms went around his neck and I roughly pulled him down to my lips. That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me back against the wall and let me take what I wanted.
When I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and tasted his tongue on mine, he groaned. Bending down, his hand reached under my skirt for the curve of my ass and he hoisted me up against the wall.
I squealed into his mouth, but he didn’t break our kiss. That was the point where he took over and gave me something I’d never had with any other guy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tighter, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling on them slightly.
He groaned, a sound that was so rough and delicious that it vibrated through me and caused even more heat to pool between my legs, an area that was now in close contact with his jean-clad cock. I tightened my legs around him, dying to get a little more friction against his hardness. As if he knew what I needed, his hands tightened on my ass and he thrust his hips right where I needed him. Pronto!
He broke our kiss and I took a big gulp of air as he grazed my jawline with his teeth and then moved down over my throat. His breathing was just as erratic as mine was. When he gave me another thrust, hitting the—perfect—spot, I gasped and threw my head back, hitting the wall with a thud that probably caused me to lose more than a few brain cells.
Being kissed by him was worth every one.
Then his lips were on mine and suddenly we were moving. I held his face in my hands and took as much as I could from his lips. I didn’t even care where he was taking me as long as he kept kissing me like that.
When my ass hit something solid, I opened my eyes and looked around while Jason’s hands were working to get off my panties under my skirt. We were in the kitchen area and I was sitting on the kitchen island.
Hot!
I was about to score big time!
The panties got caught up in my shoes and he practically snapped them off, startling another gasp from me. The lights coming from his backyard were enough for me to see his dark eyes burning with heat. Heat for me. His big hands kept caressing my thighs, but otherwise he let me have my look as we panted, out of breath.
His eyes still on me, he licked his lips, slipped his hands in between my thighs, and spread them wide open, making space for his body.
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. Our eyes were open and I was falling so deep with him—no turning back, done for life deep.
“Will you be wet for me when I touch you?” he whispered against my mouth. His fingers were toying with me, caressing an imaginary trail from my knee up toward my pussy, never quite touching, but getting too damn close for me to sit absolutely still.
My heart beating out of my chest, I nodded. “So wet,” I whispered.
“Good,” he muttered in a thick voice, and finally, finally his fingertips touched me right there.
My eyes closed. I moaned and threw my head back.
His hand left me and he cupped my neck, bringing my forehead back to rest against his.
“No, baby. I want you to look into my eyes when I make you come. I want you to remember.”
As if I could ever forget him touching me…
He gave me his finger again, but this time, he didn’t caress or play. He pushed two of his fingers inside me, literally taking my breath away, and pressed his thumb firmly against my clit.
My legs shaking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn’t moving and I needed him to move really bad. It wasn’t going to take more than a few seconds for me to come. A few thrusts and I was going to lose it.
“Please,” I whispered and cupped his face, staring into his eyes like he wanted me to do.
“You want me?” he asked, his voice unrecognizable.
“Yes,” I sighed. I’d wanted him for years. I’d longed for him when he was sleeping in my brother’s room, so close but still far away. Then when years had passed, I’d longed for him secretly, watching his movies, holding him close to my heart even when he was impossible for me to have. “Yes,” I repeated with more feeling.
“Then kiss me, Olive.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. Holding his face to my lips, I kissed him softly. His fingers gave me a small thrust and his thumb rubbed my clit, just as softly as my kiss. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Tilting his head with my hands, I kissed him deeper. It was still soft, but I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth to taste all of him, to play with his tongue.
His fingers started thrusting deeper, my wetness seeping out of me all around his fingers, and I mewled into his mouth as I tried to push my hips forward to take more of him.
When he hit a specific spot, I tore my mouth away from his and held on to his shoulders, my fingers curling in.
“Holy crap,” I whispered, spreading my thighs wider. “Jason.”
Warmth started to creep all over my body, every inch of my skin erupting in goose bumps. I was almost there, so I told him exactly that.
“I’m so close,” I murmured, my eyes close.
He added another finger into me and I arched my back.
So fucking close.
It was going to be one of those long, intense orgasms. Nothing crazy, at least nothing too crazy, but still one of those sweet, I’m burning all over in a good way kind of orgasms.
He gave me his fingers with slow, deep thrusts as his thumb ghosted over my clit, making me practically lose my mind.
Letting go of his shoulders, I leaned back and propped myself on my hands, opening my legs even wider, asking for more.
“Jason, please,” I mumbled when he didn’t quicken his pace and let me fly.
“You need it hard?” he asked with a low growl to his voice.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you like.”
I opened my eyes and gazed at him, barely holding myself together. To hear the friction his fingers were causing, to know that he was aware of how wet I was for him… Knowing I was blushing, just a little, I spoke when I was still getting lost in his intense gaze. “Harder. Faster.”
That was all he needed. His fingers went deeper, his thumb pressing harder. A soft moan escaped from my lips, mixed with his name, and I felt it happen. It started right between my legs and spread through my entire body. My toes twitched and I groaned louder as Jason kept thrusting in deeper, stretching me open and pulling more and more out of me.
It lasted longer than any other orgasm I’d ever had, and it was just with his fingers.
I was more than ready to try out his cock.
When I found it in me to open my eyes and look at Jason, he was a sight to see.
Breath uneven, eyes blazing, he kept working me until the last tremors left my body. Then he took his fingers out of me and his hand went behind my back, pulling me to his waiting lips.
His kiss was savage. We bit each other, licked each other, completely devoured each other. We took as much as we gave. It was amazing. The best of the best. I thought it couldn’t get any better.
Twisting my hair around his hand, he pulled my head back. I knew my cheeks were flushed and my lips were swollen, but I needed more. I was hungry for more of him.
I let my hand slowly drop from his shoulders to his chest, then toward the thick bulge in his jeans, the bulge I could barely make out in the dark. When he realized where my hand was going, he caught my wrist and stopped me.
“Not done with you yet.”
With those words, he took off my shirt and gazed at my full breasts slightly spilling out of my bra.
His hands reached for my breasts, but he didn’t take the bra off of me. Instead, he cupped them, slightly lifting their weight up as if he was sizing them.
“I want to do so many things to you, Olive,” he said when he could take his eyes off my breasts.
“I want you to do so many things to me,” I whispered back, my heart picking up speed.
He quirked his eyebrow. “Do you, now?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll do every single thing that is possible to do to you. Is that good for you, my Olive?”
My brain tingled. I was starting to love how he sounded when he was calling me ‘Olive’. I nodded. Finding a little courage, I added, “I want everything, Jason.”
His eyes went half-closed and his lips kicked up at the edges. “And I want just you, Olive. Lie down, then. You made a mess on my fingers and I need to clean you up.”
I flushed and hesitated for a second. Should I apologize?
“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, noticing my reluctance to lie down.
When I was in his face again, he cupped my cheek and kissed my tingling lips, coaxing me to open up to him.
“Will you let me taste you? Because your scent is making me crazy and I need to lick you up pretty bad.” he whispered into my mouth.
While I was distracted, his fingers pulled down the cups of my bra and he twisted my nipple with one hand, causing me to groan and whimper.
When our lips parted, he spoke gruffly. “Lie down for me, baby.”
I did. A little timidly maybe, but my back still hit the island.
Jason spread my legs open and stared down at me, his eyes moving over my breasts, and then slowly down.
He nudged my pussy open with two of his knuckles, spreading my wetness all over. Then with a slow slide of his fingers, he spread what was left on them over my nipples.
When his mouth closed around the hard peak and he sucked, my eyes fluttered closed and an electric shock ran through my body, causing me to twitch. While he was still devouring my breasts, licking and biting, he gently lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder, letting the backs of my knees rest on his shoulders.
Then his hands held my hips and his head dipped lower, biting and licking on his way. When he had finally reached his goal, I was a quivering mess.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his hot breath on my sensitive flesh doing all kinds of things to me.
Then he licked me, from bottom to top, pressing his tongue firmly against my clit and then swirling it around. I arched my neck and swallowed.
Looking at me as he dropped small kisses on the inside of my thigh, he asked, “How many men have you let touch you like this?”
“What?”
“How many men have gotten to see you like this? All wet, hot, and pink?”
Dammit… Again with the blushing. I had dated three guys in total and apart from Marcus, you could barely call them men. One was from high school after Jason had left us. The other one I’d only dated for a few months my first year in college. Out of all of them, Marcus was the only one who had gone down on me, so how did I even answer his question?
He quirked his eyebrow. “You’re counting?” His mouth lowered and he sucked my clit.
My body quivered again.
I shook my head. “No. I just…I’m not sure how to answer.”
He pushed a single finger inside me and waited for my answer.
“Only one went down on me,” I said softly.
“Marcus,” he guessed menacingly.
I wasn’t going to answer that.
He added another finger. “Jason,” I whispered, a new orgasm already looming ahead.
“From now on, he doesn’t get to touch a single hair on your head,” he growled from between my legs and started lapping up all my juices. My body shuddered and my hands reached for his hair, my fingers roughly grabbing anything that was long enough to hold on to.
I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by the fact that there was a legitimate possibility of him being jealous of Marcus or by how good he was with his tongue—probably a healthy mix of the two.
His licks become firmer and he started to swirl his tongue around my clit as his stubble did wonders, scraping against my tender flesh. Lifting my hips up to his mouth, I moaned and my fingers tightened in his hair, holding him down.
Realizing what I was doing, I quickly let go and Jason stopped what he was doing.
I’m telling you, he was making magic.
“Don’t hesitate with me. Not now, Olive,” he said, lifting his head from between my legs. His lips were all red and glistening. I wanted to devour him, and I was planning to. “Grab on to my hair and do whatever the hell you want to do to me.”
Ovaries explosion!
I lifted my hands and threaded my fingers through his hair again, slightly gripping. His eyes held mine captive the entire time. I had a feeling he needed to have me as much as I needed to have him, which was mind-boggling.
His tongue stroked through my folds and I started to have trouble keeping my hips down. He yanked me forward, my ass almost resting on the edge.
