To Love Jason Thorn (34 page)

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re the
worst friend on planet earth.”

“Thanks, I try.”

***

It was hours after Lucy had left and I’d
stopped wandering around the house trying to decide if I should call Char to
see what was going on or not. It wasn’t that I was jealous; I knew Marcus had
dated other girls after me—he had even brought a few of them home. It had
stung, but I hadn’t been jealous. Hell, I was fake married to my childhood
crush, who was I to have an opinion on their lives?

But, being with my friend? Kissing her?
Sleeping with her??

I wasn’t feeling very motivated to get back
to the story I was working on, but I forced myself to sit down and get some
words in since I had planned to write until Jason got home. When the scene
turned from emotional to another hot sex scene, I thought it would be a good
idea to get on tumblr and do some research, look at some erotic pictures
and…you know, get motivated.

Since I knew Jason wouldn’t be home for at
least another three hours, I connected my laptop to his ginormous TV via
Bluetooth and started scrolling through some tasteful black and whites. After
jumping from one tumblr site to another, I found a new site that had all kinds
of audio recordings—masturbation, edging, threesomes, fisting (
holy shit!
),
dirty talk, moans, and good ol’ mf having sex.

Curious and admittedly excited, I pressed
play on one of the ‘dirty talk’ sound clips and immediately flinched when a
deep voice echoed in Jason’s house:
You like getting your pussy fucked up by
this big cock, don’t you?

 I was scared out of my wits. I had no idea
that Jason had in-wall speakers in the house. I lowered the volume, but it was
still an…experience, to say the least.

Not liking the girl calling the guy ‘daddy’
and mewling unnecessarily, I stopped that one and pressed play on another clip.
And then another.

And another.

And another.

I didn’t mind watching porn, but I didn’t
like going through a million videos just to find something that would actually
excite me. I wasn’t after a storyline or anything like that, but when the girl
is screaming all over the place, faking it, or you don’t find a guy attractive,
no matter how many inches he has, it is hard to get into what they are doing.

So, having the freedom to imagine whomever
I wanted to imagine while I listened to sexy skin slapping, some dirty words,
and pretty good moaning, I was a happy girl.

Once I found a ten-minute, homemade sound
clip of a guy that was groaning and moaning just as much as the girl was, I
closed my eyes and pictured Jason and me having sex.

That right there? Instant arousal.

Opening my document, I started to put down
the words and soon enough I was lost in them.

“Boo!”

The moment I felt someone’s breath on my
neck and heard the voice, I screamed at the top of my lungs and tossed my
laptop right over my head.

By the time I realized it was Jason who had
scared me out of my mind, I was already standing in the middle of the ottoman,
holding my chest and begging my heart to stay put where it belonged.

“What did you do that for? Are you crazy?!”
I screamed, still breathless.

Jason was rubbing his head and looking at
me as if I was the one who had lost her mind. “You throw your laptop at my head
and you are calling
me
crazy?”

My laptop.

“Oh no!”

I jumped down from the safety of the
ottoman and ran for my laptop. “No, no, no, no.” I couldn’t lose all the stuff
I had written.

Before I could get to it, Jason leaned down
and lifted it up from the floor. I jerked it out of his hands as soon as I was
next to him. While the screen was shattered in the top left corner, the
document I was working on was still open.
Thank god
. I hadn’t lost everything
I’d spent hours working on.

“Are we watching porn, little one?” Jason
asked with a suggestive voice from behind me, and just like that, the little
scare I had experienced seconds before turned into something else.

Something like
terror
.

I groaned and dove for the TV, which was
displaying a gif of a very sexy dude hammering into a pretty brunette on the
screen. However, it was a failed attempt because Jason was quicker than me.

“Not so fast my little Olive,” he murmured
as he curled his hands on the edge of the couch and successfully caged me in.
As if all of that wasn’t enough to cause major mortification, the second Jason
pinned me between the couch and his gorgeous body, the couple in the speakers
picked up speed in their lovemaking, making all kinds of skin-slapping noises,
groaning, and cursing. It sounded like someone was going at it inches away from
our faces.

Jason took my laptop from my hands and
gently tossed it on the couch.

“Well, my beautiful wife, isn’t this
something to come home to.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned and clutched at his
shirt with both hands, then proceeded to push my forehead against his shoulder.
I could’ve happily hidden there for years.

When Jason’s chest started to shake with
quiet laughter under my head, I burrowed closer.

“Please, just kill me,” I grumbled into his
shirt.

“Oh, I couldn’t, sweetheart,” he said,
nudging my chin up with his fingers.

He had
that
look on his face, that
specific look that perfectly matched the erection I was feeling against my hip.

The woman’s moans reached their crescendo
and she finally came.

Hallelujah!

Seconds later, her partner joined her with
his own release.

Then blissful silence.

Why couldn’t have they finished just a few
minutes earlier so Jason wouldn’t think I was a pervert? Was that too much to
ask?

“So…” Jason broke the silence as he looked
down at me expectantly.

“Welcome home,” I said, forcing a smile on
my red face. “How was shooting today? Did anything interesting happen on set?
Which scenes did you—”

He interrupted me, which I thought was
quite rude.

“I don’t think those are the right
questions to ask today, my dear wife.”

That last word… It melted my heart
and
my brain.

“Are you horny? I’m not taking care of
you?” he asked while I was trying to recover from completely melting into a
puddle.

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” He tucked a hair behind my
ear, his fingers lingering on my skin.

“I was just doing research,” I mumbled,
unable to look into his eyes.

“Research, huh?”

“Yep. There was a sex scene and I needed a
little inspiration…and I…well, I thought it would be more authentic if I was in
the mood.”

“Hmmm.” He finally broke our eye contact
and bent down to nuzzle his nose against my neck as he breathed me in.

Hot guy sniffing me alert!

Every single hair on my body stood up and
my body—acting completely on its own—arched toward him.

“Let’s see if you are properly in the mood
then.”

In my next breath, his big hands were at
the back of my thighs and a loud squeal left my lips. I quickly wrapped my arms
around his neck as he lifted me up.

“I’m getting used to this whole carrying me
away thing,” I murmured, still avoiding his eyes.

“I just want you to get the whole
experience right, you know, feel it in your bones kinda thing, so you can write
a good sex scene.”

“All for the greater good, you say?”

“Exactly.”

When he dipped me down and my back met the
couch pillows, I thought he would dump me there, but instead he kept one of his
hands firmly around my waist, reached for my laptop, and opened the site that
had the sound clips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice
tinged with a bit of panic.

“Just want to see if I can make you scream
louder than her. How long is this thing?” he asked after pressing play on the
same one that had been playing when he’d busted me.

Still hugging him with my arms and legs, I
answered his question. “Around fifteen, twenty minutes, I think.”

“We will definitely beat them,” he murmured
as soft licking sounds filled the house.

“Are we in a race that I’m not aware of?”
He straightened us up and started to head toward his bedroom.

I’m telling you, hearing sounds—especially
licking and slurping—coming from the walls was the weirdest thing ever.

“Don’t you want to play with me? Scream my
name while I’m pounding away at you?”

I groaned. Even if the audio-porn hadn’t
done the trick, Jason was definitely getting me there with his words. “That
does sound good, but…”

“No buts, sweetheart. Let me help you with
your research.”

Then my back hit his bed with a thump and
his lips took my mouth in a scorching kiss.

With frantic hands, I reached for his shirt
at the same time he reached for mine. I took his off in a hurry as soon as he
gave me an opening and he took care of mine even quicker. Seeing the outline of
his cock straining against the thick material of his jeans did nothing to help
me calm down and take it easy as I struggled to open the damn button.

In seconds, he had me completely naked
under him. When I was breathless from his kiss, he stepped off the bed and took
off his jeans and briefs all on his own. His dark eyes never once strayed away
from mine.

His erection—or whatever you called that
monster—was standing up proudly as my attention focused on the thick vein I was
dying to trace with my tongue.

Putting his hands under my knees, he slowly
pulled me to himself, toward the edge of the bed. In seconds, my legs were
being spread open and his head was right between my legs, licking me clean.

When he was done—or more accurately, when
I
was done for—he crawled on top of me, his erection incredibly hard and warm against
my leg.

“Point one for us,” I murmured, my voice a
little hoarse from all the begging and moaning. The girl was still begging for
her release.

“You were soaking wet, Olive. Was that all
for me, or was it the audio that got you this hot?”

“Both, I think,” I said, looking away from
his persistent gaze.

“You are full of surprises,” he murmured
and licked my lips, parting them open so he could slide his tongue inside.

In the background, when the girl came in a
rush, Jason was still lazily kissing the fuck out of me.

“Now that they caught up, what now?” he
asked as he pressed small kisses on my jawline. His fingers were doing
something wicked to my nipples as he made his way down toward them.

The sounds of skin slapping and other wet
sounds filled the room and before I could order my brain to answer his
question, Jason said, “I think I know what that sound is.”

The next second, I was flipped onto my
stomach and Jason was kneeling over me, my legs closed up between his thighs.

“Push your ass up for me, beautiful.”

I did what I was told. Then his chest was
plastered to my back. He was burning up, or maybe it was me?

“Thank you,” he murmured against my neck
and pulled all of my hair to one side.

The guy in the audio let out a long groan
as he kept fucking the girl.

Jason licked my earlobe into his mouth and
gently bit into it. “Is this making you hot, baby?”

“Yes…” I moaned, lifting my ass up to
invite him in.

“You are burning for it, aren’t you,
sweetheart? You want to be fucked like her?”

Out of words that would make any sense, I
nodded.

“Can you hear how hard and fast he is
fucking her?” A gentle bite on my neck and my eyes fluttered closed. The guy
really was going at it at full force, making the girl cry out with pleasure.
“Shit, baby. I bet she is on fucking cloud nine right now. Can I fuck you
harder than he is fucking her?” he whispered, his soft voice causing all sorts
of shivers to run through my body. His fingertips were tracing my spine when he
asked, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, Jason. Please,” I mumbled.

Then he was off my back, and I heard him
tear open a condom and roll it on. Next his hands were massaging my ass cheeks.
“One day, your ass is going to be the cause of my death,” he mumbled almost to
himself, guiding his erection into me, stretching me wide open. I groaned as
loud as humanly possible. I tried to push up on my knees to force him to slide
it in faster or maybe to get away from him; I had no idea what I was doing,
only that my body had come alive and I could feel every soft touch, every little
pressure against my skin.

And boy was there pressure.