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He lowers the hem of my neckline over my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra—they’re mostly a joke for my B-cup boobs, unless I’m running.
Jason doesn’t seem to think they’re too small. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, caressing my other tit with one hand as the other ventures under my dress along my tights. When he gets to their elastic band, he lowers it and find the bundle of nerves screaming for attention at the apex of my legs.
I can barely breathe. I can’t take it all, and at the same time I need more. So much more.
“About fucking time!”
I can’t help glancing over my shoulder. Then I groan. Rowan’s standing right behind us, shirtless, the top button of his chinos undone, walking next to a leggy blonde who waves at me. “Hey, new girl.”
I’m blushing furiously. “Hi!” My voice is breathless because Jason doesn’t stop—not even for a moment. In fact, his fingers curve inside me. He lets go of my nipple only to lick the rest of my breast with the tip of his tongue. Then his mouth moves to my other breast, replacing his hand.
Rowan orders his and his partner’s drinks, but his amused gaze stays on us.
Fuck. I think I get wetter. Jason groans when he notices just that.
“I’m Vienna Mayfair,” the girl tells me, like I’m not half naked and getting fingered right before her. “I'd heard you landed Alden. Good on you, sister. Don’t hesitate to buzz me if you need anything, ‘kay?”
She and Rowan get their drinks and leave.
“That was weird.”
“A little,” Jason says with a laugh. “But you liked it.”
I did.
He gets to his feet, holding me under the thighs, and moves us to the closest booth, gently setting me back down on the leather. My small tits are spilling out of my dress, and my skirt is scrunched up to my waist.
Jason rips the crotch of my tights and grins at my polka dot cotton panties—they clash with my short, sexy dress. “I love these,” he announces. “I’d like to see them often.
Moving the panties aside, he bends down to thrust his head between my legs.
Oh fuck.
Jason knows what he’s doing. Like, seriously.
I thought he was a maestro with his hands, but what he does with his mouth, lips, and teeth is out of this world. He teases. He sucks. He licks and blows, all the while fucking me with his fingers, faster, harder.
I hear myself gasp his name in a plea he ignores. Then I’m incapable of forming words, sticking to whimpers and broken moans.
I don’t see the climax coming, but all of a sudden, everything in me burns and tightens, then flows away.
I think I might have died, at least a little.
My next breath surprises me, deep and shaky all at once. I only have a second to contemplate the fact that I am, in fact, alive, before he drags me by the hips to the edge of the bench, and sets both of my ankles over one of his shoulders. I didn’t even see him open his fly, but his thick, long, and curved cock is at my entrance, unsheathed.
“Condom. We should have…”
“I’m clean. Are you?”
I nod. Still, “I’m not on birth control.”
He wets his lip, his tip teasing my clit. “I’d like to feel you the first time.”
He remains at my entrance, eyes on me, waiting for me to protest or assent. I don’t do either. I remain silent, incapable of voicing the stupid-ass thought in my head. Who cares what he wants, we should totally wear a condom.
But we’re clean and I want to feel him too.
I feel young, stupid, tipsy, and in that moment, immortal. Nothing can touch me.
