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“Hey, baby,” Jason says as he walks in the door to your apartment. He drags a hand absentmindedly across your shoulder on his way to the kitchen–probably looking for grub before he has to gear up in a few hours.
You hum, busy click-clacking away on your laptop. You have to finish up a report for your boss by midday tomorrow, and you want to be ahead. The worst part about work is having to do the monotonous, required stuff that prevents you from getting any actual progress done.
“Hey, uh,” Jason calls, pausing his rummaging through the fridge. “You eat yet?”
“I did, thanks babe,” you reply, still absorbed in your work. “There’s some leftover lo mein if you want that.”
“What about the beef and broccoli?”
“You ate it all on Tuesday.”
“Damnit!”
He shuts the fridge with a slam, and stalks over to slump on the couch next to you. His weight shifts the angle of your laptop, resting on your crossed legs–not to worry, you scooch your right leg to rest on top of his to even-out your writing surface.
Jason hums, leaning close to your ear to peer at what you’re writing.
“Weekly report?” he asks, breath ghosting across your cheek.
“Mhm,” you reply, tucking your hair behind your ear and accidentally grazing his too-close cheek.
He sits back, his posture shifting to face you entirely, and he just watches. He does this sometimes. You’ve noticed it before, and at this point in your relationship you know he’s just analyzing the situation, so you pay him no mind and try to finish up the report.
“Aren’t those due late Thursday?”
“Yeah, but I wanna actually get work done tomorrow and not waste my time on this. Better to do it now.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“Hmmmmmm,” he hums again, grumpily, but with a too-familiar playfulness bubbling up. His shifting on the couch dislodges your laptop from prime writing posture.
You finally look over at him. Immediately, you know you’re not finishing the report tonight.
He’s wearing those blue jeans you love . The ones that give him that swanky, sexy look and make his ass so grabable. And he’s sprawled out, one leg tickling your skin and the other planted on the ground. He’s like a portrait, your eye naturally drawing up the composition from the long length of his leg, up his firm torso to his chest. And his shirt isn’t helping–it’s tight against his pecks, the soft green fabric stretched unfairly in the position he’s lying in. Your eyes catch briefly on a small stain on the shirt, right next to his collarbone. Affection floods you, thinking about what he could have spilled on it. You glance at his face, catching his eyes. You know that deep blue shade well, but the look in them now is dark. His brow is furrowed, and a small smirk glances on his lips. You know he’s hungry–but he’s not thinking about lo mein anymore.
Your cheeks heat up, anticipating the game that’s about to begin.
“You have sauce on your shirt,” you say, quickly looking back at your work.
“Wha?” Jason huffs, checking the evidence. Spot found, he looks back at you matter-of-factly, “Lunch.”
“Must have been good.”
“It was.” He sits up, inching closer and pressing his hands against his calves, preventing himself from grabbing what he really wants.
“You should eat again, if you’re hungry,” you say, nonchalantly. You're click-clacking away, but you’re definitely not typing with much coherence.
“I’m not hungry for anything that’s in the fridge,” he says.
Fuck, his voice has that low, commanding tone that gets you so wet.
“I guess I can’t help you then, honey,” you say. Then, you abruptly shut your laptop and place it on the coffee table in front of you. Standing, you walk towards your bedroom calmly commenting about taking a shower.
Bedroom door shut, you know you’ve just left a ticking time bomb in the living room. You don’t have much time to get ready–you quickly shuck off your cozy shorts and tee, rifling through your draws for a set of cute lingerie. You pull on something black and red, and very skimpy–so skimpy, there’s no crotch. You hurry to complete the look, a matching bra hidden under your same house shorts and tee. Then, you rush to the bathroom and swish with some mouthwash–just because you’ve been dating for a while now doesn’t mean you don’t still worry about these things.
You hear the bedroom door open. Trying to calm the excitement in your stomach, you turn on the shower faucet, and calmly let the water run over your hand, pretending to test the temperature.
“Hey,” he says, voice low.
He’s right behind you, and all your muscles tighten at how his presence looms over you.
“Turn that off,” he says.
“Jason,” you say, turning your gaze towards him. “I’m just gonna take a shower. What’s wrong, baby?”
He grabs your hand, places it on the faucet and makes you turn it off. He doesn’t let go of your hand.
“Don’t you have a report to finish?” He teases, his fingers play with your damp hand, gliding gently up your wrist in a way that makes your breath staccato. “Hm?”
You don’t say anything, your calm show quickly becoming too hard to maintain.
“Why don’t I take care of you, hon? We can always shower later if you want to.”
“I don’t know,” you say, averting your gaze. “I’m just feeling a little… restless. I don’t really know what to do with myself right now.”
Jason hums deeply from his throat, his gaze sweeping over you. In an instant, you’re swept up in his strong arms, tossing you slightly over his shoulder cave-man style. You can’t help the laughter bubbling out of your throat as he carries you to the bed. You flop down on it, feeling airy and giggling as he crawls over you.
“Why don’t I take care of you, baby? Would you like that? Want Hood to tell you what you need?”
You moan quietly in your throat, heat flooding your belly as you gaze up at him.
His hands press up your sides and under your shirt. His fingers are cold, making a shiver go up your spine.
“Easy now, baby girl,” he steadies you, fingers caressing your ribs. “I’ll take good care of you. You won’t even have to think, love.” His fingers trace over your breasts, raising your shirt over your head. When it’s off, he stares at you a little slack-jawed.
His eyes burn into yours. “So this is what you were doing, huh?” he mocks meanly.
Your pussy clenches, the anticipation building with his anger.
“You were teasing me, huh? Running off to put on a slutty little outfit, playing cat and mouse?” His thumb massages your nipple through your lacy brassiere.
“No, sir,” you say quietly, biting your lip at the pressure.
“Such a fucking brat. Let me see your pretty pussy baby, I know you only wear this when you wanna show off.”
You reach for your shorts, lifting your hips up to pull them down your thighs. Impatiently, Jason grabs the fabric and pulls them off, throwing them across the room, forgotten. His fingers trace up your legs softly as he takes in the view.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You already this fucking wet for me?” His hands grasp your inner thighs, pressing your legs up so he can get a better view of your cunt. Slick is almost dripping from you, a clear shine visible for him to enjoy your crotchless lingerie.
“Hold your legs for me baby,” he commands.
You wrap your hands around your lower thighs, happy to follow his order.
His hand snakes up your waist, his fingertips painting across your skin as he licks the first stripe against your throbbing cunt. You cry out, and he smirks up at you, before diving in for his meal.
He’s a messy eater, but he always savors you. His tongue laves against your clit, making your legs shake as kitten moans escape your throat. He listens well, repeating certain motions when they earn him particularly addictive sounds. He groans against your cunt, the vibrations stimulating you all the more.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he says, before pressing two fingers into your ready cunt and sucking on your clit.
“Oh god,” you cry, the simultaneous stimulation threatening to push you over the edge.
Jason is unrelenting, his fingers brushing up against your g-spot as he attacks your clit from above.
“Fuck, Jason, gonna cum!” you warn. But then he’s pulling away, slick brushing against your thighs and a quick, hard slap connects against your ass. You cry out at the sudden hit, a shock to your system combined with the loss of stimulation.
“You wanna cum, dirty girl?” Jason breaths, chest heaving. He’s on his knees above you, working quickly at his belt. “I’ve been rutting my dick against the sheets like a goddamn mutt ‘cause you wanted to tease me? Such a slut for me, you wanna cum?” He frees his member from his pants, stroking it eagerly and rubbing his thumb over the head. “Cum on my cock, slut.”
You bite your lip, surging forward to kiss him and grasp his heavy cock in your hand. He kisses you with earnest, his hand holding your neck to keep you close. You can’t help but moan into his mouth between kisses, the heat between you overwhelming. You can feel it radiating off his cock in your hand, from your slick core. You jack him off quickly, and you know he’s rock hard. He loves when you tease him… when you set him up, play hard to get when you really just want him so badly.
“Ohh, fuck, baby girl,” he moans against you. “I wanna fuck your sweet cunt.” His grasp on the back of your neck tightens, pulling you away from his mouth mid-kiss. “You want my big cock, baby?”
You gasp and nod, chest heaving with desire.
“Beg, baby girl.”
“Fuck!” You cry, nails digging into his forearm and caressing his taut stomach. “Jason, please! I want you inside of me. Please fuck me with your big dick. God, Hood I want it.”
He presses you against the bed, one hand against your collar bone and the other lining his cock up with your wet cunt. “Fuckk, princess. Such a good, dirty girl, asking me for it.”
You moan high and sweet as he presses in, cockhead scraping your insides in a way you’ve never experienced with someone else.
“Jesus, such a good slut for me,” he moans, just as affected. “Your pussy’s always so tight and warm around me, like you’re just waiting for me to fill you, baby.”
He starts thrusting shallowly, your wetness making an easy glide. His fingers toy with the string of your panties as he grips your hips. The feeling of his hands pressing your hip bone combined with the slide of his cock against your g-spot makes you throw your head back in ecstasy.
“God, god, Jason!” you moan in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re clenching around me so good. Such a good fucking girl. I know you love me most when I fuck you like this. You love to rile me up just so I fuck you hard like the slut you are.”
He varies his pace, sometimes hammering hard and fast against your cervix punishingly, then pulling out almost to the tip so slowly it makes your toes curl before pressing sweetly back inside. The feeling builds and builds, and you start to rub your clit as you approach orgasm.
Jason doesn’t miss a thing. “Gonna cum, baby?” he asks, biting his lip as he watches you rub yourself desperately.
You moan, but it’s not enough for him. “Huh?” he mocks, slowing his pace. “You gotta use your words, baby girl.”
You wanna cry. “Jason!” you sob. “Please, please, let me cum, Hood. Want you to cum inside, wanna be good for you!”
Jason speeds up slightly. “Fuck, fuckk, baby girl, you do want it bad. You really want my cum inside?” He’s enjoying this immensely, some masochistic, primal desire to show off.
“God, yes!” you cry, eager to increase his pace as you rub desperately at your clit. “Cum inside me, Jason. Want you to fill me up, make me whole. Want you to breed my pussy, Hood.”
“Jesus, fuck,” Jason growls, picking up the pace to finish you off and chase his own orgasm.
“Ah, ah!” you shout, orgasm crashing over you like waves. Your thighs quiver and twitch as Jason keeps fucking into you hard and fast.
“That’s it,” he grits. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum on my hard cock.”
He keeps thrusting through your orgasm, even as it begins to taper off and aftershocks twitch through you. A bit more in your right mind, you start encouraging him. “Come on, baby,” you whisper, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. “Cum inside me, I know you want to. Love being your slut. Your good girl. You treat me so well, Jason. I want to return the favor. Cum inside, please Hood.”
His rhythm studders, your words sending him over the edge. He moans openly, his cock milked inside you as you clench around him, wanting his cum deep inside.
“Oh, baby,” he moans, spurting a few final times. “Such a good girl, taking me so well, mmhm.”
His chest heaves, as he collapses on top of you. You play with his hair, fingers drawing patterns on his sweaty back.
“Hungry or shower?” you ask, smiling.
“Jesus, baby. I think you have to take care of me now,” he breathes, an exasperated smile on his lips as he props himself up, gazes down at you and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.