To Love Jason Thorn (31 page)

I didn’t think about it. I arched my neck
and moaned quite loudly.

“More?” he asked in between my heavy
breathing.

“Yess,” I moaned as he kept pushing in
without waiting for my answer. Then he was retreating and easing back in again.

My body getting used to him, I tried to
hold his stare to let him see how good it felt to have him go deep in my body.

When the head of his cock hit that magical
spot, my eyes fluttered closed and he stopped moving. No retreating. No pushing
back in.

I was completely full, in every way that
counted. It felt like my whole body was trembling under him. He dropped to his
knees but kept his body over mine. I sensed his fingers pushing my hair away
from my face and then his lips were against my temple, leaving a tender kiss. I
opened my eyes and gazed into his.

“Olive,” he whispered.

One word.

How could he affect me like he did? How could
one word out of his mouth touch my heart like that?

“In all the ways that matter, I’m your
first, Olive. Do you understand?”

He didn’t have any idea how right he was.
In all the ways that mattered, he was my first, and after this whole deal
ended, he would probably be my last. No one…nothing would ever make me feel
like he was making me feel right then.

I nodded.

His eyes open, he touched his lips to mine.
Gently, softly. I closed my eyes to hide my feelings and kissed him back. He
pulled his hips back and pushed in deep. Hard.

“You’re perfect sweetheart. You’re perfect
and now you are all mine.”

My brows snapped together and I gasped into
his mouth. He didn’t break the kiss.

Another deep thrust rocked my body forward
and he ate up my moan.

“Jason,” I groaned when he gave me enough
space to breathe.

“Is it just as good for you?” he asked.
There was something hidden in his voice, something that told me he was
surprised.

I gave him a lazy grin.

He smiled back. “Look at you taking me all
in,” he said softly. “Good girl.”

Another deep thrust and my breath hitched.

“You’re so fucking deep,” I gasped.

“You like it, sweetheart? You like it
deep?” Knowing what he was doing, he hit that spot and I whimpered. “Sweetheart,”
he muttered, getting my attention. “Talk to me.”

“It fee-els soo go-od,” I whimpered. To my
horror, I felt a tear slide down from my eye and into my hair.

Jason cupped my face and wiped the coming
tears with his thumbs.

“Easy, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he kept working
his cock into me, his movements gentle. “Just…a little overwhelmed, I think.”

“I know,” he murmured as he kissed my
closed eyes. “I know, baby.”

He took me, body and soul. Soft, long
strokes alternated with hard, shallow ones. I was spent. Our moans echoed in the
room and every noise he made spurred me on more.

“You’re creaming around my cock. Are you
gonna come for me, beautiful?” Jason asked. His mouth was next to my ear, his
heavy breaths warming my neck and sending shivers through my entire body. All
the while he was sliding his cock as deep as it could go.

“Jason, it hurts so good,” I whispered as I
held on to his forearms, digging my fingers into his flesh, trying to move my
hips with his thrusts.

The pressure inside me was building and
building and building… It was driving me crazy.

Completely out of my mind.

“Jason, I’m gonna come,” I gasped.

“Yes, baby, I can feel it. I can feel you
squeezing my cock already.”

“Faster, please.”

“No.”

One deep thrust.

“This will feel better. We have no reason
to rush. Just let it go, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

He kept working his cock into me at his own
pace, not quickening, not slowing down.

I slid my hands up and onto his shoulders
and felt his muscles straining under my hands. He was solid under my fingers, so
real, and he was having a hard time holding it all together, just like me. I
managed to move my hips under his body and suddenly the head of his cock hit
where I needed it to hit and I lost it.

“Kiss me, Jason,” I gasped, my hands
tightening on his arms. He took my mouth and I let it all go. I let it all seep
out of me. Everything I had been holding on to for such a long time.

When I started to contract around him more
violently, my orgasm ripping through my body, Jason buried himself deep into me
and started grinding. The intensity of my orgasm swept through my body and I
started crying again. As my tears slid over our lips, I cupped his face and
kissed him deeper, giving him my tongue.

My body was shaking like a leaf.

“Shit, baby.” I felt his groan vibrate
through my entire body and he started ramming into me. Hard, deep strokes that
managed to pull something more from me. Another small shock went through me and
then Jason was emptying himself in me.

My chest filling with a warm feeling, I
nipped at his lips until his hips slowed down and he let out a long groan.
Burying his face against my neck, he stilled inside me. After dropping small
kisses on my skin, he lifted his head and gave me my dimple.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I arched
my neck and kissed his scruffy cheek, right where his dimple lived to torture
me and the entire human population.

When my head hit the bed again, he was
smiling even bigger.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, a touch of
worry in his voice.

“Perfect,” I answered, grinning up at him.

“I have to take care of the condom.”

“Now?”

He kissed my nose. “Yes, sweetheart.” He
gently slid out of me, his cock still semi-hard, and then he was off the bed,
heading toward the master bathroom.

Without him filling me, I felt so empty. What
now? This wasn’t how I’d imagined my night would end. What would happen now?
Was this a one-time thing for him? After having him and knowing how it felt to
have him…if I didn’t have him again, would I die from heartache?

Was that how it worked?

Before I could think of something to say,
he was back by my side, gathering me up in his arms and settling us under the
covers. It didn’t escape my notice that he had put on a pair of briefs before getting
into bed.

I lay still, not even moving an inch.

He was silent, but his hands were sliding
up and down my arm. What did that mean?

It felt good to be in his arms again. Yeah,
I was naked and he was not, but it was still good. He hadn’t left me alone his
room. It was something.

I should’ve opened my damn mouth and said,
what now? Or anything really. But I didn’t. Neither did Jason.

I had questions, but I feared his answers.

But why didn’t
he
say something?

Not too long after he got in bed with me,
his arm stilled over my waist and he fell asleep.

Jason and Olive captured on video while engaging in a passionate
kiss!

Oh, boy! Ladies, did any of you not take a cold
shower after watching the video of Jason Thorn kissing Olive Taylor on the
stage? We don’t know about you, but we sure did. Several of them.

As if that’s not enough, we are hearing rumors
from a source close to the couple that they quietly got married in Jason’s Bel
Air home and are trying to keep it on the down low so they can ease Olive’s
family into the unexpected marriage. Our source reveals that Jason was too
anxious to have an extended engagement and instead decided to surprise Olive
with a stress-free wedding. Everyone believes they are truly smitten with each
other.

While a lot of Jason Thorn fans are shocked and
not sure what to make of the rumors, Olive’s own fans seemed to support this
union wholeheartedly. After watching that kiss, we don’t think the rumors are
false at this point.

And can we talk more about the video, please? Oh,
what we wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall in Jason Thorn’s home to watch
what happened when they were alone… After a kiss like that, not only did Jason
show everyone what a passionate kiss is supposed to look like, he also showed
that Olive Taylor is quite possibly the luckiest girl in the world. As if we
didn’t know that already…

As they left the bar where the cast and crew were
having a party before the filming for Soul Ache started the next day, Jason
almost got into a fight with a photographer because they got a little too close
to his sweetheart. Who knew he would be a jealous hubby after all his
discretions?

For nearly the past two years, Jason Thorn has
been known for his sexual appetite. Do you think Olive Taylor—or should we say
Olive Thorn—will be his only focus, or will the star have more distractions
every now and then?

I woke up feeling like my blood was humming
in my veins. My hands met soft flesh and I groaned. I was burning from the inside
out. My hips flexed and I heard a small moan.

Smiling, I let my hands wander up a pair of
thighs.

“Mmmm, what are you doing, little one?” I
murmured and squeezed Olive’s hips, successfully stopping her upward movement while
my dick was snuggly resting inside her.

Feeling her weight on my chest, I opened my
eyes and looked into her sparkling green ones. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips
over mine and lifted her head to stare down at me again. Freeing my right hand,
I gathered her hair in my fist, held it away from her face, and pulled her back
down. When she parted her lips for me, I kissed her the way she was always
supposed to be kissed, the way she deserved to be kissed. She moaned and opened
her mouth wider, turning the kiss into liquid lust.

She was welcome to do so.

Hell, she was welcome to wake me up every
morning by climbing onto my dick for a ride.

I nipped her lips and she stopped, her
breathing ragged, her hips restless.

Holding on to the back of her waist, I
flipped us over and had her under me in a second without breaking our
connection.

“You should’ve woken me up if you needed
more, baby,” I whispered as I thrust into her. She hid her face in my neck as
she let out a long, sexy moan.

Her legs were hugging my hips, but with my
second thrust she let them fall open and lifted her hips in sync with my
leisurely thrusts.

“I just…”

She bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows
drawing together.

“You just, what, sweetheart?”

She gazed into my eyes with such longing
that I couldn’t look away from her.

“I just wanted to make sure last night
wasn’t a dream.”

I thrust as deep as I could go and reveled
in the way her body trembled under mine as she arched her neck and let out
another deep groan.

“And you decided to ride me?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, throwing her head back
when I grinded into her.

Her pussy was so damn hot, sucking my dick
in, squeezing me. Not able to stop, I pulled back and filled her again and
again.

Her hands were roaming my chest, her touch
waking something inside me. When I started pounding into her, her breaths came
out in gasps and she let out sultry, incoherent mews.

Each time my cock disappeared inside her, ripples
of pleasure rocked my body.

“Jason,” Olive moaned under me, her hands
over her head, palms resting against the headboard. I slowed my pounding and
roughly pulled down her bra. Why had we not taken it off the night before? Oh,
right, I had barely been able to think, let alone care about losing the bra. As
long as I had access to what was underneath, I hadn’t cared, but now I wanted
it off. I wanted every inch of her skin on mine as I buried myself into her.

“When you were writing those sex scenes
were you thinking of your boyfriend?” I asked, my voice all fucked up.

She hesitated.

“Answer me, Olive.”

I pulled out my dick, loving the way she
tried to grab on to it with her muscles, then slammed it back in.

“No,” she gasped, grasping the bed sheets with
small fists.

“Who were you thinking of?”

“I can’t tell.”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart.”

I dropped my head to her breasts and sucked
her nipple in my mouth as I started grinding into her. I loved how she arched
her back to feed me more.

“Do you want me to stop?” I barely held
back my hips. She looked gorgeous under me, taking my cock so nicely.

The little witch started to move her hips
under me.

Gritting my teeth, I said, “You can get
yourself off, baby but it won’t be the same as how I’m going to get you off on
my dick. Who were you thinking of, Olive?”

“You,” she whispered, turning her head away
from me.

I started throbbing inside her, so I picked
up my pace again, driving into her.

“So what they say is true, you really were
thinking about me when you wrote Isaac,” I said conversationally as if even
thinking about it wasn’t kicking up my heart rate.

Her eyes were lazy when she opened them to
look at me.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice scratchy.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby?
Like Isaac?”

Leaning down to her ear, I stopped when my
lips were only millimeters away and breathlessly whispered, “Do you want me to
take you hard, too? Fuck you into oblivion?”

As an answer, she tangled her hands behind
my head and took my lips, playing with my heart like no one else ever had.

A bold caress of her tongue and everything
went hazy. Wrenching my lips away from her mouth, I straightened my arms and looked
down to her.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.
I’ll give you everything you need.”

My body surged into hers and I looked down
to watch my thick cock disappear into her sweet heat. I catalogued every curve
and dip of her body. She was so damn tight and already breathless, her clever
hands touching every inch of my body she could reach.

When I realized my control was shot to
hell, I got off of her to stand on my knees.

“Hold on to the headboard, baby.”

When she reached up and curled her fingers on
the headboard, I hooked my arms under her knees and put her legs over my open
thighs, making sure to hold her legs open for me.

Wiping off the sweat on my forehead, I
grabbed her hips and slowly fed my dick to her pussy, reveling in her loud
swearing and moans.

“Oh, god,” she mumbled when I was all in.

“Fuck, yes,” I said in reply.

Then my fingers dug harder into her flesh
and I fucked her like I hadn’t fucked her the night before. While the night
before had been amazing, it had been more than just sex. This…this was pure
pleasure. It was hard, deep, and definitely out of control.

I loved it.

She loved it.

Every time I surged into her body, I
bottomed out. I was drinking in her sharp cries and gasping breaths. When her
head hit the headboard from the force I was pounding into her, I tried to slow
my pace down but it was too late, for both of us.

“Fuck, Jason…shit, fuck… Yes, yes, please…”

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her
body froze under my hands. Her release coated me in a rush and I groaned louder
than her cries.

She took a gasping breath.

Then another.

As I kept pounding into her, she slowly
came down from her orgasm, her legs relaxed, and she opened her eyes. It was
enough to ignite something inside of me, so I let it all go and joined her in
oblivion.

I was trying to catch my breath and slowly
keep thrusting into her when she splayed her fingers over my contracting abs, looking
at me as if she was ready to lick me up and eat me. Out of my mind with need
for her, I dropped to my elbows, held her head in between my hands, and gave
her the rawest and most passionate kiss I’d ever shared with anyone.

When we were half-dead, I dropped a kiss on
her nose and tried to ignore my throbbing cock. I was ready to go all over
again.

“We need to repeat this a few times a day.
You okay with that, sweetheart?”

As an answer she kissed me and in the
middle of our kiss gave me a lazy smile.

“Also, when my brain is functioning, remind
me to ask how you managed to roll a condom on me without waking me up. Or maybe
we can talk about not using them at all if you’re ready for that.”

“I vote on not using them at all,” she
murmured in a soft voice.

I smiled. “Good. We’ll handle it as soon as
possible.”

It was by far the best morning I’d ever had
in my entire life.

***

When we got to the set, everything was
ready for the first day of the filming. Olive was beside herself, her beautiful
eyes taking in everything with a contagious smile on her face. Before I had to go
in for makeup and hair, I introduced her to the director Tanner Pace and a ton
of others. When I had to leave her with Alvin to go and run lines with Lindsay
Dunlop, I felt a small ache in my heart. I wanted to keep her by my side at all
times, have her hand in mine, lips on mine, permanently.

However, I couldn’t do that.

After an hour of rehearsal with Lindsay, I
checked the trailer but couldn’t find any trace of Olive or Alvin in there.
Walking around the lot, I found them both munching on fruit and candies, next
to the craft service area.

“Jason!” Olive exclaimed when she saw me
heading their way. Her smile hadn’t diminished a bit, and her excitement was
just as contagious as her smile.

“There you are,” I said when I reached
their side. Hooking my arm around Olive’s waist, I leaned down and took a bite
of the strawberry in her hand. Then I lowered my head and captured her mouth in
a quick kiss.

When it was over, her eyes were half-closed
and glazed; maybe it hadn’t been such a quick kiss after all. Licking her lips,
she murmured, “Strawberry. Yummm.”

I laughed and said hi to the electricians,
who were getting coffee from the other end of the set up.

Keeping Olive close to my side, I faced
Alvin. “Didn’t you guys make it to the trailer yet? I looked there first.”

“Olive wanted to see the set first.”

Olive scrunched her nose and gave Alvin an
apologetic look. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s hard to explain how it makes you
feel when you see something in real life that was created in your mind.” She
turned those green eyes at me. “You should’ve seen Alvin’s face when I teared
up. Even the bed covers on Evie’s bed have the same feather pattern I wrote in
the book, Jason. That’s the bed where they shared their first kiss.”

I smiled down at her. “The author approves,
then? Does she approve the leading actor, too?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “I definitely
approve the leading actor. I approve him the most.”

“I wanted to show you around myself, but
I’ll settle with showing you my trailer. Since you brought your laptop with
you, I’m assuming you’ll want to write?”

“Yes, I figured I’d find a quiet corner. I
didn’t want to be in your way the entire day.”

“You wouldn’t be, sweetheart. I spend most
of my time in the trailer in between takes, and I enjoy watching you write.” I
gathered her hair and dropped it back over her shoulder. “You want to go see it
now?”

I tried not to look too eager, but I was
dying to get her alone for a few minutes. That kiss hadn’t been enough to quench
my thirst for her, and it had been a few hours too many since the last time I’d
had her naked and writhing in my arms.

“Boss,” Alvin interrupted before Olive
could give her answer. “As much as I love to spend time with your lovely
wife,
I’m afraid I need to leave so I can take care of the house while you’re not
actually in it. Is there anything else you need from me here?”

“Right. Did they assign a production
assistant already?”

“Yes, I talked to him. He should’ve already
dropped the call sheet in your trailer. Anything else you need, you let me
know.”

“I’ll be okay. We’ll talk later. Right now,
I’ll go spend some more time with my lovely wife.”

Alvin left and I walked through the studio
lot with Olive toward where most of the trailers were kept.

 “You’re kidding, right?” she asked once we
were standing in front of the two-story monster.

“Why would I kid?”

“This is gigantic, Jason.”

“It’s not mine, actually. I don’t care that
much about having a big one. The production company offered for me to use this
one during filming, and since I knew you would be coming with me, I thought
you’d enjoy having a bigger space to yourself. Come on, I’ll show you inside.
You’ll be more than comfortable enough to work in here.”

Resting my hand on her back, I urged her to
move forward.

“So you’re saying I can come to the set
with you and work in your trailer? Whenever I want?”

I met her gaze. “I assumed you’d want to
come with me, little one. If not to write, then maybe to watch the shooting.”

She averted her gaze, but not before I saw
her brilliant smile. Walking ahead of her, I ripped off the call sheet the
production assistant had secured on the door and unlocked the trailer.

“They don’t go in?”

“Not when I’m not in here. You saw what
happened in London. Even though this place is pretty well guarded, I wouldn’t
trust anyone in here.” I held out my hand for her to take. “You should keep it
locked when you are alone in here, too.”