Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (9 page)

Jason noticed my expression immediately and, for the rest of the evening, kept his hands on my shoulders, back, or safely below the hemline of my dress, rubbing gentle circles on my inner knee. For some reason, the act felt infinitely more intimate without the protection of my knickers. The tingles from his touch shot at lightning speed up my leg and deep inside me without the hindrance of my undies.

After coffee, Adam suggested watching a movie back at ours and we gladly accepted. We found the common room overly full, especially for a Friday night. Seemed we weren’t the only ones who were celebrating the end of exams with cinematics. We opted to avoid the masses and watch a film in Adam’s room on his laptop.

“I think I’ll just go slip into some PJs for movie time,” I said to Laura once we’d made our way up to Adam’s door.

“Nah, don’t change, baby,” Jason grinned, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my middle. “I like you in this dress.”

I turned around to scowl up at him. He knew I was feeling exposed and hoping to relieve some of my discomfort with pyjamas. My heart melted a little when he kissed the top of my head and turned me around into him. The scent of body wash, fabric softener, and Jason filled my nostrils and I found myself relaxing into his arms.

“Besides, pyjamas means you don’t get your reward,” he whispered into my ear as he guided me into Adam’s room.

“I want my reward,” I muttered sulkily, showing him my best pout as he sat down on the bed with his back do the wall.

“Which is why you’re being a good girl, right?” He teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I nodded back at him, noting the intrigued look Adam shot me and ignoring it. I really did want my reward. I was surprised there wasn’t a stream of liquid pouring out from under the hemline of my dress. The lack of underwear had me hyperaware of my movements and constantly thinking about Jason’s promise of nothing being in between us.
I don’t think I’ve ever been excited at the prospect of passing out before.

I let Jason pull me down to the bed and position me in between his legs, my back to his front. I wanted to pull my legs up to my chest to get comfortable, but that would have left me revealing far too much. Adam spread his legs apart next to Jason and motioned for Laura to join him, giving her his best boy-next-door smile and that seemed to convince her.

“Did you know your boyfriend’s never seen ‘Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog’?” Adam prompted.

“You what?” I asked incredulously, turning my head back to look up at Jason who shrugged at me. “Have you been living under a rock?”

“Have you seen it?” Adam asked Laura.

“Seen what? Sorry, I was in a world of my own.”

“Neil Patrick Harris’ ‘Dr Horrible’,” I answered, smiling at the besotted expression on her face.

“No, but I love a bit of NPH!” She grinned.

“Then it’s settled,” I decided. “I’ll put it on.”

I carefully shuffled off the bed, paying acute attention to my dress, and set up the episodes on Adam’s laptop. I grabbed the bag of popcorn, shimmied back onto the bed, and settled back between Jason’s legs.

The forty-odd minutes of normally hilarious video were made excruciatingly long by Jason’s hands on me. We’d thrown the duvet over us and were snuggled underneath it. Jason’s hands kept innocently managing to brush over my nipples with each movement. With nothing between them and the thin fabric of my dress, they were soon pebbled against the material and oversensitive to the point of extreme discomfort. Eventually, Jason omitted the guise of innocence and began brushing circles around the hardened buds with his thumbs and occasionally tweaking or rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

I found myself unable to concentrate on the laptop screen because all my attention was divided between enjoying the wondrous sensations and trying my hardest to keep still. Although I was uncomfortable being so intimate in front of Adam and Laura, it didn’t bother me as much because of the false sense of protection the duvet gave us. They didn’t seem to notice though, they were very engrossed in a cosy looking cuddle.

I could feel Jason’s breathing increasing to match my own hurried pace as he continued massaging my breasts.
Two can play at that game
. It hardly seemed fair that Jason had been torturing me all night and getting away scot-free. He’d withheld my underwear and then used their absence to tease me. I was out for revenge. I tried to supress my wicked grin as I feigned a yawn, stretching my arms above my head and scooting forward a little on the bed. The extra space allowed me to slip a hand behind my back as I pulled the cover back over us.

I could feel Jason, already hard through his jeans, and began rubbing him through the thick fabric. I heard him grunt quietly in my ear and grinned mischievously. I expected him to pull my hand away but instead he shifted a little, giving me better access. Spurred on, I let my head fall back against his chest and tilted it up to press small butterfly kisses on his jaw before turning my head back so that I could pretend to watch the laptop once more.

By the time the last section of the show finished, Jason and I were both borderline panting and it was a wonder neither Adam nor Laura seemed to have noticed.

“I think we’re going to call it a night,” Jason said, carefully pulling my hand out from between his legs and wrapping his arms around me. “It was a good night, we should do this again.” He kissed the top of my head and I wondered which part of the night he was planning on repeating.

As soon as the door to Adam’s room shut, Jason picked me up and chucked me over his shoulder, his hand holding down the fabric of my dress, for which I was very grateful.

“What are you doing?” I giggled, slapping his backside playfully as he sprinted the few feet to my door.

“Saving time,” he grinned, fumbling with my key in the lock.

“We’ve got plenty of time, Jason,” I laughed as he set me down at the end of the bed before returning to lock the door.

“I’ll never have enough time with you,” he grinned.

I blushed at the sweetness of his words, a blush that only increased as he began stalking towards me with a look of pure, carnal desire in his eyes.

He planted his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, his lips meeting mine with all the heat that danced in his eyes. Our tongues melded, his delicious taste washing over me and enveloping my senses. I felt his hands travel down the sides of my body slowly, very slowly, as if his fingers were memorising every curve and detail. They tugged at the material of my dress, inching it up ever so slightly with each pull until it rested bunched up around my waist.

He broke off the kiss, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently guided my legs further apart and began stroking my naked sex with his hand.

“Look how wet you are, baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with raw appreciation as he showed me his slick fingers.

I blushed as I watched him put his finger into his mouth and suck at clean, all the while penetrating me with his gaze. I don’t know why the sight was so erotic, but by God it was.

He returned his cleaned fingers to my folds, slipping them inside me and using his insurmountable skill to bring me to my release. It was beyond intense and burnt long and slow, stoking the embers of desire he’d been coaxing all evening. He didn’t remove his fingers straight away, he kept rotating them inside me, pushing against my inner walls and stretching me with his touch.

“I want you so bad right now, baby,” he whispered against my neck.

“I’m all yours, Jason. I always will be,” I reassured him.

His appreciative growl accompanied a hot kiss as he mashed his lips against mine, holding me against him whilst his other hand continued working inside me, rebuilding the tension that had seeped away only moments ago.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside of you, Jamie.” He span me around and kissed the back of my neck before instructing me to place my hands on the end of the bed. I was only too happy to oblige as I listened to him pull his trousers open and shred the packet of a condom.

I felt his heat pressed against my moistened flesh, pushing gently against me as he held my hips with his hands.

“Are you ready, Jamie?” He growled, I could hear the need and lust in his voice, but I could also hear the concern. I knew he was worried my body wasn’t ready to take him.

“Jason, please,” I panted. “I’ve been ready since the restaurant.” I bucked my hips back towards him, begging him to begin and put me out of my misery.

I cried out at the sudden fullness as Jason pounded into me in two quick, sharp thrusts, sinking himself all the way inside me and stretching me to my very limits.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding himself completely still, his hands still on my hips as his thumbs gently grazed my skin.

I nodded back at him as the momentary pain began quickly turning to pleasure, relishing the feel of him inside me. He leant over me and planted a few soft kisses on my spine before his hips began a punishing routine.

He slammed in and out of me, his breath matching the rhythm of his hips as he struggled to maintain control over his actions. I could feel the battle he was fighting as clearly as I could feel my own control slipping away from me. Despite the fact that he was stretching me to my very limit, I still wanted more. I wanted to be so close that not an atom remained between us. I could never get enough.

His thrusts were divine torture, tightening the knot inside of me with each movement. I was so close, my body wild with the need to release the pressure.

“Come for me, Jamie,” Jason grunted, his body trembling against mine.

His words were all I needed to send me over the edge. I cried out as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure rocked through me. As my body milked Jason for every last drop of his pleasure, I revelled in the ambiance of our simultaneous ecstasy.

Jason’s arm held my weight, snaking around my waist to support me. My own muscles were still trembling from the force of my orgasm. He lifted me onto the bed, sliding slowly out of me so that he could remove the condom.

“You are amazing,” he breathed, pulling me up to sit on his lap.

“Yes you are,” I countered, grinning as I kissed every inch of his face before planting a soft kiss on his sculpted lips. “We’re both still dressed.” I motioned down to our clothes.

“Didn’t stop us though,” Jason grinned, his eyes gleaming.

“It didn’t,” I agreed, unbuttoning his shirt so that I could rest my hands on his bare chest.

“I couldn’t have waited any longer. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life,” he shook his head with a deviant smile on his face.

“Because I was… touching you?” I blushed, tilting my head towards Adam’s room.

“Well, partly,” he shrugged. “But mostly because I knew you were naked under your lovely dress,” he grinned, his eyes studying mine.

My cheeks blush further. “I felt very exposed.”

“I know, baby. But you did it and I love that you did it for me,” he soothed. “I’ve never had to sit through a three course meal with a raging boner before,” he grinned. “I almost put pepper on my crème brûlée.”

I giggled, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. “I’m sorry I made you stop. I would have felt cheap if it had gotten any further.”

“No, I’m sorry, baby. I never want you to feel cheap,” he shook his head emphatically. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me and you should always feel that way.”

I kissed him appreciatively, glad that he wasn’t disappointed in me. “I seem to remember that my reward ended in us passing out,” I teased, grinding my hips against him slightly.

“Actually,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at me. “I think you’ll find it involved me fucking you until we both passed out,” he corrected. “But that’s not the plan anymore.”

“Why not?” I asked, very aware that the disappointment was obvious in my voice.

Jason chuckled at my reaction. “Because,” he grinned, pulling us both up to our feet. “I don’t want to fuck you right now.” His voice was low and steady as he looked into my eyes.

I felt my expression flicker with disappointment, hurt by his words.

“I don’t want to fuck you, because,” he started pulling my dress over my head. “Now, I want to make love to you.” He stood before me his eyes travelling over my naked body, tracing every contour of my frame.

“Oh.” That was the best I could say as the disappointment I had felt was extinguished and the flame of lust quickly rekindled. “There’s a difference?”

“Since I’ve known you, I’ve come to understand that there is a very big, important difference,” he nodded, allowing me to slide the remainder of his clothes off of him. “And I intend on making you understand that difference, right now.”

A different type of passion lit his eyes this time, a gentle but determined fire that burned me deep to the core. He scooped me up into his arms and lay me down on my stomach, carefully placing the pillow under my head.

“Relax, baby,” he soothed, his breath on the back of my neck. “I’m going to make you feel really good.”

I relaxed instantly, my senses on high alert at the anticipation of what was to come. I moaned as I felt Jason trailing gentle kisses down my spine, worshiping me with his gentle touch. As he reached the dimple at the bottom of my spine, he gently kissed each of my ass cheeks before positioning himself so that he straddled my upper thighs.

Massaging my shoulders with his multiply talented fingers, he soothed each muscle and untwisted every knot. It was heavenly. He continued his attentions over my back, down to my buttocks, massaging each cheek with his strong hands. Every time he kneaded my flesh upwards, my lips parted, opening me up to him, the movement causing my core to tighten.

“You’re so good to me,” I moaned, melting into the bed, feeling like freshly kneaded dough.

“Not as good as you deserve,” he grinned, scooting down lower onto the bed and spreading my knees gently so he could press a soft kiss at the top of each leg. “Turn over for me, baby.”

I rolled onto my back, returning my legs to either side of him and admiring the impressive erection that was standing to attention once more. I sat up and reached out, eager to get my hands on him and lavish attention on his impressive member.