Page 20 of Spin the Damn Bottle

I keep touching myself. Frustrated with the layer of fabric, I lower the cups of the bra and squeeze at the small, sensitive nub.

"Jesus, Nadia, is that a tattoo on your fucking tit?"

I look down, as if surprised to see it there. "Oh, yeah. I got it last summer, when I turned eighteen."

The five butterflies dance from the center to the side of my breast, one resting right over my nipple.

"Fuck. It's so fucking hot, Nadia. Keep going. I want you to come like this. Please come for me." His wrist is moving faster, and his cock's getting impossibly bigger. I watch him wince as he struggles to retain control.

Fuck, I don't even need to touch myself, I could come just from looking at him. I rub my pussy faster under my panties and wail. It's so fucking good.

I must have said it out loud because he replies,"I know, doll. So good."

Jason folds over me and takes my mouth,sweeping his tongue inside. He swallows my groan, and then he pulls back and lowers his mouth to my neck, licking the sensitive skin there. Next he kisses along my shoulder. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

I wouldn't stop if this room caught on fire like the first one. I'm frantically wiping my pussy, hard and harsh, and touching my tits nonstop. His mouth kisses each of my butterflies before wrapping around my hard nipple.

His hands skim along my hips just as I scream out, my entire body releasing all of its tension in one explosion of senses.

I'm panting so hard and deep.

Jason lifts his head from my breast to ask, "Are you on the pill now?"

Oh, shit. It didn't even occur to me to look into birth control with everything I had going on. And I should have. I shake my head.

He runs his hand along my stomach and then to the edges of my panties. "I have a condom in my wallet," he tells me. "But I'm not going to use it. I'm going to come inside you."

He's telling me, but he's not doing it, and I know this is his version of asking for permission. As close as Jason Alden ever gets to asking, that is. “It's risky, Jace."

We've already done it once, and it was no less risky then, but that's beside the point.

"The only risk is us making a baby. It's a little ahead of schedule, but you'd still get to graduate, and he should come right before college." He pushes the tip of his cock against my entrance. "We can get hitched as soon as my mother plans the wedding. I can make her keep the crazy to a minimum, so we'll have the ceremony within the month, before you're showing. How would you like that?" His cock runs up and down my slick, needy folds.

"We're not getting married. We're not having a child. That's insane."

"Yeah?" His tip presses harder at my core. “It’d be cute. A little like me, a little like you. We’d have a full-time nanny, naturally, so we can both go to college. I’d fuck you every single night. Every single day. That’s our future.” His cock enters me so slowly, filling me up. “Think about it when I fill you up."

Someone knocks at the door, and Jace smirks as his hips push forward, maddeningly slow. "Who is it?" he calls out loud.

I fight back a groan.

“Cain,” the offender calls through the door. "Practice was cancelled. You guys want to watch a movie or something?"

“I have a better idea,” Jason calls back. “Come in."

Oh, fuck! He didn’t, right? I must have imagined those last words.

The door opens before I can say a word or even think about covering myself.

Cain strolls in, kicking the door shut and whistles.

"Jason!" I scream. "How about you, I don't know,ask?"

"Why would I do that? You might say no."

Jace doesn’t bother to move from between my thighs as Cain walks closer to the bed.

"Cain, my pretty doll loves being watched. That’s more fun than most movies, don't you think?"