Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,44

covers shoved down the bed.

She was still wearing her panties, but he had his arms hooked under her legs and was kissing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

She fisted the sheets at her sides and arched her chest when he scraped his teeth along the edge of her panties.

“I love that sound, little one.” He nosed her pussy through the silk material, causing her to groan again. In one swift movement, he drew back, grabbed the hem of her panties, and tugged them off her body. Two seconds later, he was back between her legs, his tongue lapping at her folds.

She arched again. He could play her body like no man ever had, and she loved being reminded of it often.

“Push your shirt up over your tits, baby girl. Play with your nipples for me.”

She shivered at the demand but somehow managed to haul her T-shirt up toward her neck and then cupped her breasts.

He was kissing her pussy, nibbling it, really. All over. Driving her arousal higher by the second. “Please…”

He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Pinch your nipples, baby. I want to see them stiffen.”

She obeyed his command, whimpering as she plucked the swollen buds.

“Good girl. Keep playing with them while I get you off.”

She’d never done anything like this, but it was heady. Granted, she’s masturbated for him on the phone, but this was different. She was fondling herself while he watched. And it felt so good.

He sucked her clit in hard, making her dig her heels into the mattress. When he released it, he flicked his tongue over it rapidly.

As her arousal rose, she pinched her nipples harder. They were going to be sore later. She didn’t care. It was worth it right now.

When his teeth scraped the hood of her clit, she cried out. “Jason.” She was panting, shaking with the need to come.

Suddenly he stopped, releasing her pussy.

Her eyes went wide as he leaned over her body and tugged the bedside table drawer open. He was back moments later, kneeling between her legs, rolling a condom down his cock.

His gaze was on hers. Possessive. Serious. Demanding. Hot as hell. And then he dropped onto his forearms while she continued to stroke her breasts. He thrust into her without warning, taking her breath away. Her eyes rolled back as he kissed her.

It was hard to return the kiss since her brain cells were only firing messages to her pussy, but he teased her lips open with his tongue and then stroked it along hers.

She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.

He waited until she was squirming beneath him to pull out and thrust back into her.

She moaned into his mouth, making him smile against her as he released her lips and met her gaze. “Damn, you are sexy.” He held her gaze as he thrust again. And again.

She tipped her head back finally, unable to maintain eye contact as she neared the edge of sanity. And then, she was right there, holding her breath, willing the orgasm back a few more seconds. God, she loved that space, the time between when she reached the edge and when she fell off the cliff. That delicious point where she teetered before falling.

As her orgasm took over, Jason thrust harder until he too stiffened and came deep inside her.

When they were both spent, he hovered over her several more moments, kissing her face and neck and lips. Finally, he pulled out and dropped to a hip beside her, one leg between hers, his hand on her belly. He was struggling to catch his breath. “Good morning.”

She giggled as she smoothed a hand over his forearm. “Yes, it is.”

An hour later, they were both showered and dressed, sitting at his kitchen island.

“You’re off today?” Jason asked as he handed her coffee.

“Yeah.” She groaned as she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll go talk to my mom. That stunt last night was out of line.”

“What about Eddie?” Jason furrowed his brow. “You think he got the hint?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll see.”

Her phone rang on the counter, and she reached for it when she saw Christa’s name on the screen. “Hey. You’re up early.”

“Yeah. There was a delivery for you. I dragged myself out of bed to answer the door.”

Libby stiffened. “Shit. It’s not even eight.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“What was it?”

“No idea. A package. It had to be signed for. I set it on the table, but I thought you’d want to