8. Jason

8

JASON

I walk into the clubhouse with my head held high. I’m proud to have Tara with me. All eyes go to us as soon as we walk in, but it doesn’t seem to bother Tara. As a matter of fact, she’s smiling until she sees some of the cherries over in the corner, dancing. I probably should have warned her, but honestly, I don’t even think about them.

I steer her across the room to the other side where a makeshift bar is set up. “What do you want to drink?”

“Uh... a beer is fine.”

I ask Reaper for two beers, and he sets them down in front of us. I open her bottle first and hand it to her. I watch as she takes a drink and sets the bottle down. “You good?”

She looks around at the guys and back at me. “Chill out, Jason. I’m fine. And I’m not going to embarrass you or anything. Lighten up.” She squeezes my arm. “You need to relax.”

I lean toward her. “I can’t relax.”

The smile drops from her face. “If having me here is a problem, why’d you ask me to come?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not that. I’m afraid I’m going to fuck this up.”

She tilts her head and looks at me. It seems like she’s trying to rationalize things or something, and then as if she’s figured it all out, she stands up. Her hand comes out in front of me, and I grab on to it without question.

She tugs me from my seat but doesn’t move. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

She blinks her wide eyes up at me. “You have a room here?”

I swallow... hard and my mouth starts to water. “Uh, yeah, in the back,” I tell her with a tilt of my head.

She squeezes my hand and laughs softly. “Okay, you going to take me there?”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pull her into the crook of arm and lead her through the room, ignoring all the curious eyes. The only person I care about right now is Tara.

We get to the hallway where the rooms are. I point to the third door on the right. “That one’s mine.”

She walks in front of me as if she’s excited to get there. She stands at the door and looks back at me like she’s asking permission to open it.

I wave her on. “Open it. Go ahead.”

She does, and I follow behind her as she steps through the door. I try to see it through her eyes and wince. It’s been home for a few weeks, but the walls are bare, and the only furniture is the bed and the dresser in the corner. I’ve learned to travel lightly, and I’m almost embarrassed to say that almost everything I own is in this little room.

“I know it’s not very nice.”

She looks at me and shrugs. “It’s nice. At least you have your own place. I was trying to figure out how we were going to do this if you shared a room or something.”

My mouth drops open, but I slam it shut. “Do what, exactly?”

She plays with the hem of her shirt and looks down at the floor. “Maybe I’m reading this all wrong.” When she finally looks at me, I see the worry on her face. “Tell me if I’m embarrassing myself.”

I shake my head. “First of all, you couldn’t embarrass yourself with me. There’s no way. I’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same page of what we want to happen here.”

She wraps her arms around her waist. “What do you want to happen here?”

I take the last remaining steps toward her and don’t stop until we’re close enough I can feel her breasts graze against me with each breath she takes. “Can I be honest with you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I hope so.”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I want. I’ve dreamt about it since the day I met you. I want to have you. I want to bury my dick so far inside you we don’t even know where you end and I begin. I want to taste, tickle, and tease every inch of you until you’re delirious and realize that no other man will ever please you like I do. And then, when you’ve had enough, I want to lie next to you and wake up the same way... just to do it all again.”

She’s staring at me, her mouth hanging wide open. She lets out a big whoosh of breath, and then she starts to move. First, she pulls her shirt off. Then she’s kicking off her shoes and pulling down her pants. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, she stands up but doesn’t look me in the eye.

My voice is hard. “Are you going to finish?”

Her eyes flick to mine. “Uh, yeah, I mean, I thought I’d see your reaction to this first. I’m not skinny...”

I reach for her, rubbing my hand along her soft belly. “No, you’re just right. You’re perfect, Mama. Perfect for me.”

I reach down to the juncture of her thighs and press my finger along the wet fabric. She moans, throwing her head back, and I can’t resist kissing her. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as I pump my finger along her slit.

I pull back. “Off. I need these off.”

She pulls her panties down and steps out of them. She barely gets her foot down and I have her picked up and laid backwards across the bed. Her legs fall open, and I shove my shoulders between her thighs.

I breathe in her scent, inhaling her before I lower my mouth to her swollen folds. At first touch, her hips buck, and I suckle her, swiping my tongue through her wet slit.

“Jason.” She moans as she threads her fingers through my hair and holds me tight.

My lips latch on to her swollen clit, and I pump my finger in and out of her. She moans, whimpering, but all that does is push me further, wanting more from her. I apply more pressure to her clit, circling it, stroking it back and forth.

Her hips raise off the bed, but I don’t stop. If anything, I give it to her harder and with more pressure.

She starts to come. I can feel her whole body go taut, but I still don’t stop. She bucks me, but I hold steady, wanting her pleasure more than my own. Her climax hits her and hits her hard. She bellows my name, and I climb up her body, pressing my lips to hers.

She whimpers, and I know exactly how she’s feeling. The taste of her arousal takes it all to another level.

I unfasten the front clasp of her bra and palm her breasts, kneading her, caressing her hard tips.

“Jason,” she moans.

“Yeah, honey?” I answer as I take a pink swollen bud into my mouth. I could feast on her all night, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. She’s so responsive. It has my dick incredibly hard, but I try to ignore it. I want this to be all about her.