CHAPTER 1

"You are so sexy,” Jason growled against my skin, his voice thick with hunger as he sucked harder on one of my nipples, drawing it deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His teeth scraped lightly, just enough to make me gasp, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh until it spilled between them. We were locked in the cramped bathroom of my house, I know he is not supposed to be here, we both know .

The fluorescent light buzzing overhead, the tile floor cold under my bare feet. The door was locked. The house was quiet. And Jason was completely lost in me. His free hand slid up and closed around my throat, not hard enough to cut off air, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The pressure made my pulse thud against his palm.

At the same time his other hand shoved roughly under my skirt, fingers forcing their way past the soaked crotch of my panties. He found my pussy lips immediately, already slick and swollen, and dragged two thick fingers along them before pressing harder, rubbing the fabric into my clit.

“Jason...” I squirmed, hips jerking, but he only tightened his grip on my neck and kept working me through the thin cotton. “My sweet girl...” he whispered right against my ear, the words hot and rough. He pushed the panties aside at last and stroked my bare clit in slow, deliberate circles, gathering my wetness and spreading it. Every pass of his fingertip sent another sharp wave of pleasure through me until my knees felt weak. The sensation made me ache for more. I reached down blindly, palm pressing over the heavy bulge in his jeans, feeling how hard he already was.

“Tell me you want this dick,” he ordered, voice low and possessive as he kept rubbing that sensitive little bud. “I want it...” I moaned, the words coming out shaky. “Say it like you mean it.” His tone sharpened, fingers pressing harder against my clit.

“I need that dick ,” I gasped, louder this time, completely lost in the way he was touching me. “Please....I need it.”

Jason’s hand left my throat only long enough to unbuckle his belt with a sharp metallic clink. The second his jeans were open I didn’t wait. I shoved my hand straight into his boxers and pulled out his cock, thick, long, already rock-hard and hot against my palm. The head was flushed and leaking. I loved the weight of it, the way it filled my hand. Jason’s dick always made me forget I owned a single toy; nothing artificial could ever feel this alive.

I dropped to my knees on the cold bathroom floor without hesitation. The tile bit into my skin but I barely noticed. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, tasting the clean salt of his skin, then swirled around the head and took him into my mouth. He was so thick my lips stretched wide around him. I sank down as far as I could, sucking hard, my mouth cheeks hollowing.

“Fuckkk...” Jason’s head fell back against the wall, a deep groan tearing out of him. His hands immediately found my hair, fingers threading through it, guiding the rhythm as I began to bob. I gripped his hips for balance and let him fuck my mouth in short, controlled thrusts, the wet sounds of my sucking filling the small room. I twisted my head slightly on every upstroke, tongue working the sensitive ridge under the head the way I knew he liked.

“I love the way you suck my dick,” he moaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that... take it deeper.” I obeyed, forcing myself further down until my nose brushed the dark hair at the base of him. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I kept going, sucking harder, faster, twisting and bobbing until spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. His hips started to jerk. His grip in my hair tightened. I felt him swell even thicker against my tongue.

“Uhhh...fuck...” He came hard, pulsing across my tongue in thick, hot ropes. I stayed on him, swallowing every drop, working him through it until his thighs trembled and he finally had to push me off so he could catch his breath. I sat back on the closed toilet lid, chest rising and falling fast. Without a word I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my soaked panties and dragged them down my legs, kicking them away. Then I spread my thighs wide, feet braced on either side of the toilet, and used both hands to part my pussy lips for him. I was dripping

“Come pound this pussy, Jason,” I said, voice husky. “All that sucking just made me soaked. Look how wet I am for you.” I slid two fingers through my folds, spreading the mess, letting him see every glossy inch. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

He stared down at my open pussy like a man starving, eyes dark and locked on the way I clenched around nothing, forcing more of that thick, glossy cream to spill out and trail down toward the toilet seat. The sight alone made his cock twitch hard, swelling thicker, the vein along the underside standing out as it rose fully again, still shiny from my mouth.

“It’s so fucking wet for me,” he growled, voice low and rough as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock swaying with every movement. I bit down on my lower lip and kept my thighs spread wide, two fingers sliding through the mess between them. I smeared my own juices up over my swollen clit in slow circles, then dragged them lower, coating every fold until my pussy glistened under the harsh bathroom light. The wet sounds of my fingers working myself filled the small space. My hands were shiny and dripping by the time he was close enough to touch.

Without waiting I reached out and wrapped both slick palms around his thick cock, rubbing my juices all over him from base to tip. The heat of him pulsed against my skin. I stroked slowly, twisting my wrists, spreading the cream until his entire shaft shone with it. Every time my fist slid over the head he exhaled hard through his nose, hips pushing forward into my grip.