Freeing my breasts, he hooked my waistband and pulled both my jeans and panties down. I stepped out of the clothes, spreading my legs when his fingers found me again, wet and so, so ready for him. He sighed. It was a sound filled with need, and it called to me, made me want nothing more than to fulfill it, along with mine.
He slipped one finger into me, moving it in and out with just enough speed to drive me utterly wild. I moaned his name, my voice weak with arousal and unfulfilled desire.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he rasped.
“What question?” I panted, rolling my hips.
He withdrew his fingers and pulled down his zipper, freeing his rock-hard cock. He took my hand and guided it to touch him. Eagerly, I wrapped my fingers around the warm, hard length of him. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him, wanted him everywhere at once.
I started to get on my knees, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he pushed me back against the wall and lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his waist. He started to stroke me again, inserting two fingers into me this time.
I watched as he fucked me with his fingers, knowing just how to move them to make me desperate.
“Daphne,” he said roughly, making me meet his heated gaze. “Why haven’t you let anyone play with your tight little cunt?”
His voice, the way he spoke—it all made me so hot. My pussy clenched around his fingers and I reached for him again, but he pushed my hand away. He drew his fingers out of me and fisted himself, rubbing the head of his cock between my legs, teasing my entrance, and then dragging himself all the way to my clit.
I was dying with anticipation and want.
“Tell me why,” he teased, making no move to put me out of my misery.
I groaned. “Just fuck me already, Jason.”
He grinned wolfishly and rubbed his cock back to my wet, slippery opening. “Not until you tell me.”
My hips rolled as I tried to take in more of him, and frustration broke something inside me. I was frantic with need, and I couldn’t wait one more second. “Because no one else makes me feel the way you do.”
His triumphant grin filled my gaze just as he speared me with his full length, and then I saw nothing, only the stars exploding inside my head. He felt so good—too good. I moaned incoherently, babbling his name like a crazy person. He was like a machine. He lifted my other leg, resting my weight on the wall as he gave me thrust after delicious thrust, taking me higher and higher. My head fell back, and he lowered his head to fill his mouth with my nipple, sucking hard as he fucked me.
Unbearable pleasure spread from between my legs, taking over my lower belly and my limbs. I bit into his shoulder as my body wound tight then I let go, crying out as he thrust all the way deep inside. Pleasure ripped away all my senses as I exploded in his arms.
His fingers gripped my skin and his whole body tensed, then as the tension surged and released, he made a sound that was both wild and flush with satisfaction as he emptied himself inside me. He pressed my body to the door, keeping me upright with his strength as my breasts pressed against his chest.
I kept my eyes closed and wrapped my arms around his neck, as unwilling to break our contact as he seemed to be. Our breathing slowed, and the stars slowly stopped bursting behind my eyes.
He pulled out of me, making my body tremble with sensitivity and residual pleasure. Slowly, he peeled my legs from around his waist and lowered me to the ground, keeping his hands around my upper arms to steady me until my legs stopped trembling.
When I was steady on my feet, he adjusted his clothes. He’d barely undressed, so it only took a few moments. It felt weird, standing there with my blouse torn off my shoulders and my jeans and panties lying on the floor, so I pulled my top back up to cover my breasts. He picked up my other items of clothing from the floor and handed them to me. I felt strangely crestfallen as I walked over to sit at the edge of the bed.
He brushed a hand through his hair and considered me for a moment. “You okay?”
I lifted my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Of course.”
“I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he said, his tone serious.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled off my top and tossed it on the bed. I found my robe and pulled it on, tying the belt securely around me. I was pissed. Based on experience, I’d never minded being left on my own right after sex, but with Jason, everything was upside down, especially my feelings.
Jason was still watching me. He was silent, but I felt the weight of his gaze coupled with the spark of the connection that seemed to burn constantly between us. “I thought you were leaving,” I said coldly.
He muttered a curse. “What is your problem, Daphne?”
“My problem?” Every single fucking thing between the two of us. “Nothing,” I snapped. “Good night, I guess.”
He opened the door then stopped and turned back to face me. “What is it you want? Do you want casual sex? Or do you want me to try to convince you to date me like I did last time so you can throw it in my face again?”
I folded my arms, feeling defensive. “If you’re still so pissed about what I said that night, why are you here, with me? Why aren’t you in Miami having fun with whoever?”
He made a sound of pure exasperation. “I wasn’t fucking anyone on my business trip, if that’s what you assumed. I want you, Daphne, and there hasn’t been anyone else for me either. As much as I like jerking off to the memory of fucking you, I prefer actually doing it with you than coming in my hand. So yeah, this…zero-commitment, guilt-free thing works for me too.” He trained his eyes on me. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”