Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (13 page)

“We’ll catch up soon though, yeah?” Jason added as he guided me away.

Her eyes lit up and she shot me a malicious smile as Jason said good-bye to his friends. I ignored her and gave Grayson a hug before Jason and I left to walk home together.

“You’re quiet,” he said as we walked back to halls. He squeezed my hand gently, holding it in his. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m just being childish.”

“What’s up?” He frowned.

“Shana,” I blushed.

“What about her?” Jason cocked his head. “You bummed out about my good looks again?”

I elbowed him playfully in the ribs but had to admit he was right.

“She’s just a friend, baby. She’s been studying abroad for a semester and I haven’t seen her.”

“She doesn’t like me very much,” I frowned. I didn’t want to give Jason the full details and seem petty.

“Don’t be silly, I don’t see how anyone could dislike you. Besides, she doesn’t even know you yet,” he squeezed my hand tightly before pulling it up to his mouth and planting a gentle kiss on it. “
I
like you, that’s most important, right?”

“Right,” I grinned.

As soon as we were inside the door, Jason pinned me against the wall inside and cupped my face in his hand. He tilted my head up towards him and brought his face closer, his lips against mine. I was only to happy to respond to his kiss, sucking his tongue gently as it explored my mouth. His kiss became more intense as he ravaged my mouth, his hips pushing towards me, his erection hard against my lower abdomen.

My hips responded to his and my back arched towards him, my breathing becoming shallow as his tongue thrust against mine.

“Let’s get upstairs before this get’s indecent,” he breathed, pulling away from me and adjusting himself.

“Yes, please,” I grinned.

“My palm’s got an appointment with your ass,” he warned, slapping it to make a point.

“You were serious?” I asked, feigning shock but secretly a little excited.

“Very. Nobody laughs at my pool skills,” he smirked.

“I did,” I smiled, nibbling on my lower lip as I looked up at him.

“You did,” he agreed, opening the door to my flat and locking it behind us. “Which is why you have to be punished.”

“You sure I can’t convince you otherwise?” I asked. I felt unusually brave and began slowly undressing in front of him. I slipped my jacket off and hung it on the back of my chair before pulling my t-shirt over my head.

“I’m most certain you could, which is why I’m not giving you a chance,” he smiled a dark smile to match his eyes. “Take your jeans off.”

I did as he asked, my jeans joining my jacket and t-shirt on the chair.

“Now your bra and knickers,” he said, taking a step closer.

He watched my every move, his eyes scanning my body and shining with an overwhelming appreciation which made my confidence swell. He sat down on the side of the bed and motioned me closer.

“You know the drill, baby,” he grinned, gesturing for me to position myself over his lap.

I chewed my lip nervously, not sure whether I wanted to go through with it.

“Come on, baby, we both now you like it really,” he smirked. He was right, I did, but that didn’t mean I was eager to submit to pain, even if it was followed by pleasure.

“Don’t make me count to three,” he teased.

I pouted but I climbed into his lap anyway, making a show of wiggling my ass in his face because I knew he’d soon be telling me off for not keeping still.

“Still,” he warned, landing a rapid slap across both cheeks.
I guess I earned that.

“Sorry,” I grinned up at him, already enjoying his touch as he stroked the skin he’d just slapped.

“Remember the rules, okay my little squirrel?”

I nodded and made myself comfortable, enjoying the feel of his erection pressing against my crotch. I wiggled again, making sure I rubbed against it. I tensed waiting for the slap I knew was coming. This one would definitely be worth it.

“You’re really asking for it tonight aren’t you, baby?” Jason chuckled, landing a second slap that caught the top of my sex, exposed with my legs pushed apart. He quickly began rubbing the same spot, spreading the moisture with his talented fingers.

“The question is,” he paused to push his finger inside me. “Just how big your punishment should be.”

“How big?” I turned my head back, feeling a little nervous, despite my sexual high.

“Yep,” he smirked. “Twenty?”

I whimpered and tightened my grip on the sheets.

“You’re right, that does seem a bit high,” he nodded. “We’ll save that for a major offence.”

He slipped a second finger inside me and began rotating them faster. I bit back a groan and tensed my hips so I wouldn’t rock back into him.

“How about ten?” He asked, a delicious growling quality defining his voice.

I whimpered again. I doubted I’d get much say in whatever arbitrary number Jason decided on but I knew he’d make it worth my while.

“See ten sounds right, but I think you should be rewarded for that delicious little strip show you just gave me,” he smiled.

Thank God for spontaneous braveness.

“We’ll go for seven,” he said, shifting under me. “But I think we’ll change it up a bit. All fours, baby.” He withdrew his fingers and I pouted in response. I crawled off his lap and kept my weight on my hands and knees like he’d asked. I indulged in one of my favourite past times of watching Jason undress. I studied the muscles moving on his back, tight underneath his skin.
I love this man
. I turned my head away quickly as he turned towards me, not wanting to be caught ogling him yet again.

“This is going to be a little different than normal, Jamie,” Jason explained, standing at my side and rubbing his hands gently over my exposed behind. “So you need to remember the rules.”

I nodded, my eyes closed as he gently coaxed my behind with his warm hands. His fingers were in me once more, rekindling the fire that had been burning before he made me climb off of him. His other hand gently eased my legs further apart before it slipped under me and began teasing my nipples, tweaking each in turn. He quickly had me approaching my release, my whole body tense in an effort not to buck against him.

“That’ll do for now,” Jason chuckled, taking his hands away from me.

“Ngh!” I protested, opening my eyes and tilting my head to the side to look at him.

“This was meant to be a punishment,” he reminded me.

I pouted and he leaned down to kiss me.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he breathed against my lips and I smiled back, beaming up at him in appreciation.

“Stay still, okay baby?” He prompted.

I nodded again and braced myself as he knelt beside me on the bed. I felt his hands caressing my ass, brushing briefly over my inner lips before they returned to my behind. He slid one hand up to my lower back and pushed down gently, holding me in place. As his other hand slipped away from my skin, my whole body tensed, waiting for the blow.

A small whimper escaped my lips as I trembled in anticipation. I didn’t have to wait long. The blow landed hard my left cheek, starting at the top of my thigh. It was much harder than anticipated and I bit my lip, holding back the cry of pain. I expected Jason to start stroking to soothe the sore skin but he didn’t, instead he landed a second blow on my right cheek.

It caught me completely off guard and I didn’t have chance to bite back the cry it elicited. Jason let it slide though because he was too busy landing a third slap across both cheeks. I felt the tears stinging my eyes and fought back the urge to curl up into a ball. The bite was more intense than usual and it was hard to decide which side of the pleasure/pain border it fell on.

Four. Five. They landed in quick succession in the same spot on my right cheek.
No more. I don’t think I can take any more
. I opened my mouth to ask Jason to stop but I didn’t get chance to form words as he landed the last two blows. Six. Seven. I cried out again but not quite from the pain. These two had both landed on my exposed sex. The pain was excruciating but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure of equal intensity that I couldn’t truly explain.

My brain was in sensation overload from the stark, contrasting combination. All I knew was that I was beyond turned on and in desperate need of Jason inside of me. This confusion barely allowed me to register that Jason had moved. I still hadn’t fully registered it when his rock hard cock slammed into me in a swift thrust. I felt him still for a second but he groaned and immediately began thrusting in and out of me.

This definitely wouldn’t class as lovemaking
. Jason’s movements were forceful and wild. I could tell he wasn’t fully in control of his actions, he would have stilled for longer if he was. He would have given me chance to acclimatise to the feel of him inside me.

I didn’t care that he hadn’t. I was already teetering on the balance between pain and pleasure and the delightful thrusting had pushed me far over the edge, deep into the realm of pleasure. The realm where pain became pleasure. After just a few fast thrusts, I burst wide open, my walls clenching around Jason, squeezing him tight. I cried out in ecstasy, but Jason didn’t slow down. He kept on pounding into me, his hands holding my hips and pulling me into him with each thrust.

“Jason,” I cried out. I needed him to stop, to let my body relax after my intense orgasm. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had and I could barely think. Jason didn’t reply and I cried out to him again, but this time I was pleading with him not to stop as the pressure inside me returned more intense than ever.

I found myself pushing my hips back, meeting Jason blow for blow. I could feel his cock swell inside me and I knew he was close. Unbelievably, I was close too. Jason grunted my name as his hips bucked against me. The feeling of his hot virility exploding inside me sent me over the edge once more. My body trembled, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body as we found our Nirvana together.

We collapsed on the bed and Jason immediately rolled us onto our sides so that his weight wasn’t crushing me.
Always so considerate
.

“You are so fucking amazing,” he breathed against the back of my head, his arms wrapped around me. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’m damn sure never letting you go.”

“You won’t hear me complaining,” I smiled sleepily, still coming down from my post-orgasmic high.
Should that be double-orgasmic high?
I’d never had two orgasms in such quick succession before.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice softened by post-coital contentment.

“Yep,” I grinned, nuzzling against his hand as he cupped my face.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“You hurt my ass,” I teased. “But I forgive you.”

“Are you serious?” He asked, pushing up on his elbow to look down into my eyes.

“Well, wasn’t it meant to hurt?” I frowned.

“Sort of, but good pain, right?” He asked uncertainly. I wasn’t used to hearing Jason be anything but completely confident.

“There’s good pain?” I kissed his hand gently, not wanting him to be worried.

“Like this.” He tweaked my nipple and I automatically thrust my breast closer to his hand. “That’s good pain, right?”

“Mhm,” I confirmed, pouting as he withdrew his hand and recommenced stroking my cheek.

“So,” he urged, moving his hand to my ass and stroking it gently in the small space between us. He had yet to pull out and I could feel his still semi-erect member inside me. “Is this good pain or bad pain?”

I thought about it for a second. It had hurt like hell at first but I was definitely turned on. And those last two slaps… well, they’d been amazing.

“Jamie?” Jason urged.

“It was good pain,” I confirmed. “I liked it Jason, honest. I would have told you to stop otherwise.”

“You would?” He asked, his eyes searching mine, prepared to read my mind as usual.

“I think I would,” I nodded. “I almost did,” I admitted.

“Was it getting too much?”

I nodded.

“Sorry.” He sounded pained.

“I’m glad I didn’t, Jason,” I reassured him. “They were some of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.”

“Mine too,” he grinned, lying back down beside me. “Sorry if I was rough, I find it hard to control myself around you.”

I felt him grin against my hair and moved to turn around so I could nuzzle into his chest.

“No, stay there, baby,” he urged. “I want to fall asleep inside you.”

I found that both very sweet and very pervy and I told him so.

“What can I say? You bring it out in me,” he chuckled. “Was I too rough?”

“No, I like it rough,” I blushed. “I like it gentle too.”

“You do?” He grinned, gently stroking my hair.

“I do. I like it any way I can get it with you.”

“I’ve created a monster,” he grinned, quoting the words he said to me on the night he took my virginity. The night I became truly his.

“A snuggle monster perhaps,” I laughed, squeezing the arm he had wrapped around me tight to my chest. “I love you, Jason.”

“I love you too, Jamie-Lea.”

Chapter 11

Monday, 3rd June 2002

I heard Matt’s alarm go off in the room next door and shot out of bed. Standing up straight, I blinked my eyes rapidly and tried to make myself feel awake. Today was the first day of half term, or at least the first weekday. That meant Ian would be out all day, at work I assumed. That left Matt, the twins, Craig, Jake, and me home for the day. We all had half term except Matt. His summer break had already started. Karl had gone back to Surrey to finish his training course the night before.

I willed my body to wake-up so that nobody would accuse me of trying to have a lie in. Ian opened the door and smiled when he saw me stood up waiting for him.

“Morning, Jelly,” Ian greeted.

I repressed a scowl at the new nickname and focussed on the fact that he was in a good mood. “Morning,” I smiled.

“Come, on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifted me up under his arm and carried me into the bathroom on the ground floor whilst I giggled. Setting me down, he helped me take my pyjamas off before turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature. “Hop in. You’ve got ten minutes. Shout if you need anything, okay?”