Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,29

over her, holding some of his weight off her by his elbows, and cupped her face. His mouth descended, and the moment he kissed her, he started thrusting. Hard. Deep. So good.

The taste of her own arousal on his mouth was exhilarating. She kissed him back with as much passion as he did her, tongues dueling for control, lips frantic, teeth bumping into teeth.

She couldn’t get a full breath, and she didn’t care. Every ounce of her concentration was on the way he filled her over and over. The friction. The pressure. The building need.

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and lifted and lowered her butt with every thrust. He ground the base of his cock against her clit, making her moan into his mouth.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss, drew back an inch, and watched her face as he continued fucking her. Nothing had ever felt this good. Every time they had sex was better than the last. The addition of the handcuffs made her feel controlled in a way she’d never imagined enjoying in real life.

While she was in his bed, she didn’t have to think or make decisions or prove herself to anyone. All she had to do was obey his demands and enjoy the ride. And boy, can he take me for a ride.

He picked up the pace, his jaw tightening. “Come, baby girl. I want to feel your pussy contracting around my cock before my release.”

If anyone would have suggested there would ever come a day when she could come with a man let alone on command, she would have laughed them out the door. But her body responded to Jason’s demands every time. Her pussy gripped him harder, and the next time he ground down on her clit, she shattered. Her vision swam and her hearing dulled as though she were underwater.

But she didn’t miss the fact that he got what he wanted. She screamed. Loudly. Her release all-consuming.

Waves of pleasure consumed her as she pulsed around him over and over, loving every moment of her release.

Jason was still pulsing into her as she regained some sense of time and place.

She was addicted to this man, and that was a dangerous place to be. How the hell am I ever going to explain this to my parents?

She wasn’t. It was out of the question. She was going to keep this man to herself and see what happened. She would just have to put her mother off every time she suggested another blind date. Jason had made himself perfectly clear—he wasn’t sharing her. And she couldn’t blame him. The thought of sitting across the table from one random man after the other didn’t appeal to her at all. Besides, she intended to spend every moment of free time with Jason, not her mother’s blind date choices.

How long could she play this game? What if this arrangement didn’t burn itself out? It couldn’t go on forever. It wasn’t as if she could bring Jason home to meet her parents. Ever. But what if this didn’t fizzle out? What if she grew more and more attached to him?

So she told herself it was a fling. She was scratching an itch. Fucking hot sex she wasn’t about to turn down. She had no clear picture of the future, but no way would she run from this arrangement right now, because the thought of doing that made her shudder.

She trembled as Jason dropped onto her body, barely supporting his weight off her. He was breathing heavily. She had no idea what the hell the future might bring, but for now, she fully intended to seize the day.

Chapter 10

“You’re spoiling me,” Libby stated as she accepted the plate of food Jason slid across the island toward her.

He chuckled as he grabbed a second plate and rounded the island to sit next to her. “It’s just breakfast. If you hadn’t snuck out on me the first time you slept in my bed, I would have taken you out to eat.”

She rolled her eyes. “How long are you going to continue mentioning that little detail,” she asked as she picked up her fork and took a bite of pancakes.

He swallowed his bite and then winked at her. “Probably forever.”

She picked up a strip of bacon and savored the crispy bite before speaking again. “I’ve never been in a relationship with a Dominant before, so pardon my ignorance, but I’m surprised you didn’t order me to make breakfast for you.” She lifted her