Janica
His lips were warm, firm, yet unhurried against mine, like he had all the time in the world to explore, to savor. The first touch had been soft, careful but as the seconds passed, caution melted into something deeper, something I felt all the way to my bones.
Jason kissed like he meant it, like he wasn't just tasting me but learning me, figuring out what made me lean in. And I let him. I let myself get lost in the slow, deliberate way his mouth moved against mine, in the way his fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me into him.
Heat coiled low in my stomach as his hand slid down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My fingers gripped his shirt, needing something to hold onto, needing to feel him just as much as he was feeling me.
Every slow drag of his lips, every teasing graze of his tongue against mine, sent a shudder through me. I had never been kissed like this before, like he wanted to take his time, like he wanted to make sure I felt every second of it.
And I did.
I felt everything. The way his breath mixed with mine, the way his body fit so perfectly against me, the way he made the world outside this moment disappear.
Jason finally leaned back against the couch, exhaling deeply as his fingers slid from my waist, though he didn't move far. His smirk was lazy, teasing, like he knew exactly what he'd just done to me.
I nudged his shoulder, trying to regain some sense of control. "You look way too pleased with yourself."
He chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "Can you blame me?"
I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me. "You act like you just won something."
He raised a brow. "Didn't I?"
I scoffed, grabbing the throw pillow beside me and shoving it against his chest. "Cocky much?"
Jason just laughed, catching the pillow before it could fall. "Come on. We both know you enjoyed that just as much as I did."
I crossed my arms, pretending to think. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe I was just being polite." His mouth dropped open slightly in mock offense. "Polite? So now you're telling me that was a charity kiss?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
Jason shook his head, running a hand down his face. "Unbelievable. Here I was, thinking we just had a moment, and you're telling me you kissed me out of pity?"
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a laugh. "It was a good kiss, I'll give you that."
He narrowed his eyes. "Just good?"
I smirked, leaning in slightly. "I don't know. Maybe you'll have to try harder next time."
His gaze darkened just a little, amusement flickering behind something else. "Next time, huh?"
I realized what I had just admitted and quickly grabbed my juice from the table, taking a sip to cover my slip. "I meant…"
Jason grinned. "No, no, you said it. Next time."
I groaned, shoving the pillow at him again. "You're impossible."
Jason didn't hesitate. The moment the dare left my lips, his hand was on the nape of my neck, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me toward him. His lips crashed against mine, not rushed but firm like he was making a point.
The heat between us ignited instantly. His other hand slid down my back, pressing me closer until I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine. His grip was possessive, his touch sending waves of heat through me.
I melted into him without thinking, my fingers gripping his shirt as his lips moved against mine with a slow, intoxicating rhythm. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and I let out a quiet breath as he took his time, savoring every second.
His hands explored. One trailing up my spine, the other tightening in my hair, angling me just the way he wanted. Every movement was controlled, but there was something barely restrained beneath it, something electric that made my head spin.
I felt the couch shift as he adjusted, pulling me even closer, his breath warm against my skin. His lips trailed the corner of my mouth before finding mine again, and this time, the kiss was slower, lingering.
The world outside this moment didn't exist. There was only the heat between us, the way his fingers traced along my jaw, the way my pulse hammered against his touch.
By the time he finally pulled back, just barely, my breath was uneven, my skin buzzing. He rested his forehead against mine, his fingers still tangled in my hair.
The only sound in the room was the quiet rhythm of our breathing.
Jason
The second the dare left her lips, something in me snapped.
I kissed her like I was starving, like I'd been waiting for this longer than I realized. Her nails dragged along my neck, making my pulse hammer. My lips left hers for a second, trailing down her jaw, then lower, just to hear that sharp inhale again.
She arched into me, her breath hot against my skin, and I swore under my breath, barely holding myself together.
I wanted her. Badly.
My hands slid under the hem of her top, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. She shivered, but she didn't stop me. If anything, she pressed closer, her breath warm against my lips, her fingers tightening in my shirt like she couldn't get enough.
I couldn't either.
I peeled her dress away slowly, taking my time, watching the way her chest rose and fell with every unsteady breath. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark, wanting. It sent another sharp pulse of heat through me, tightening every muscle in my body.
I traced my fingers along her thigh, the soft skin beneath my touch making my pulse hammer harder. She gasped when I squeezed, her head tipping back slightly, exposing the smooth curve of her neck. I leaned in, brushing my lips against her skin, taking in the way she reacted to every small touch.
She was ready for me. I could feel it in the way she smelled, the way her body leaned into mine like she already belonged there.
Ignoring the faint ache in my side, I slid my arms under her and lifted her. She let out a quiet gasp, her arms wrapping around my neck, but she didn't protest. She didn't tell me to stop.
I carried her to the bedroom, the dim light casting soft shadows around us. My heart pounded as I set her down, my gaze never leaving hers.
She lay there, looking up at me, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in soft, uneven waves. She was waiting.
I reached into the drawer beside the bed, my fingers brushing against the small foil packet. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
As I turned back to her, she lifted a hand, trailing her fingers down my arm, her touch featherlight but filled with meaning.
This wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, something neither of us had spoken out loud yet.
And tonight, I wasn't holding anything back.
I leaned over her, bracing myself on my arms, taking in every detail. The way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted just slightly, the way her fingers traced slow, absentminded circles on my forearm.
Her gaze never left mine, dark and inviting, pulling me in like gravity itself. I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my hands, the quiet hum of anticipation between us.
She was mine. And I was hers.
I kissed her again, slower this time, letting the moment stretch, letting us sink into it completely. My fingers traced the soft curve of her waist, memorizing every inch, every reaction.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the pain in my side, not the rest of the world outside this room. Just her. Just us.
I reached for the buckle of my belt next, the soft clink of metal breaking the silence. Her eyes flickered, following my hands as I dragged the leather free, letting it slide through my fingers before tossing it aside.
"Jason…" Her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with something raw, something desperate.
I stepped closer. Close enough for her warmth to seep into me, for my hands to find her waist, pulling her flush against my bare chest. Her soft skin against mine sent a jolt through me, my pulse hammering in my ears.
"Say it again," I murmured against her lips, teasing, testing.
Her hands pressed against my skin, nails grazing lightly, making my stomach tighten. She exhaled shakily, her voice barely holding together.
"Jason…"
"Kneel," I said, my voice deep, steady.
She hesitated only for a moment before sinking down, her hands resting lightly on her thighs. The sight of her looking up at me, her lips parted, her skin glowing under the dim light, sent a fire raging through me.
"Touch me," I murmured, my voice tight, barely controlled.
She reached for me, fingers grazing my skin, and every last thread of restraint I had left burned to ashes.
I was ready to blow. Her eyes softened, she took the head of my bobbing cock between her beautiful lips. She fisted me at the base, pulling my skin taut as she moved her mouth up and down over my erection.
Every ounce of restraint I had shattered. Her fingers were soft, deliberate, igniting a fire that consumed every rational thought in my mind. I was completely undone by the way she looked up at me, her breath warm against my skin, her dark eyes pulling me deeper into something I could no longer control.
I yanked her up, crashing my lips against hers, my hands roaming, desperate to feel every inch of her. Her nails dragged across my back, a silent plea, a match to gasoline. I lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around me , my body pressing against hers, hunger taking over.
It wasn't until I was too deep—too lost in her—that reality hit me like a crashing wave.
"Shit." I froze, my breath ragged, my body tight with the need I had barely begun to satisfy.
Janica's eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy with pleasure. "What's wrong?" she murmured, her fingers still tracing lazy circles against my skin.
I swallowed hard, realization hitting me like a crashing wave. "I forgot…" My voice was hoarse, thick with the remnants of desire still coursing through me. "The foil."
For a second, I braced myself for her reaction, expecting panic or worry to flicker across her face. But instead, she just exhaled softly, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "It's okay," she whispered, brushing her fingers through my hair. "I'm safe."
Relief hit me like a drug, mixing with the fire still burning in my veins. "You sure?" My voice came out rough, edged with the restraint I was barely holding onto.
She nodded, her hands pulling me closer. "Yes, Jason. Keep going."
And that was all I needed.
I crashed into her, no more hesitation, no more second thoughts—only us, tangled together, drowning in the heat, the hunger, the feeling of belonging that neither of us could deny.
"God, this feels so good," I rasped.
Her body moved with mine, every breath, every sound she made pushing me closer to the edge. My grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her skin as the pleasure coiled in my spine, sharp and overwhelming.
"Janica…" Her name slipped from my lips like a prayer, my forehead pressing against hers as I fought to hold on just a little longer—to make this last, to memorize the way she felt beneath me.
But she was too much. The way she clung to me, the way her body fit perfectly against mine, the way she whispered my name in that breathless, desperate way—I lost myself.
Heat surged through me, a force I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. My body tensed, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under. A guttural groan tore from my throat as I buried myself deeper, letting go, letting her take everything.
Her hands soothed over my back, her lips brushing against my shoulder as I slowly came down, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I collapsed beside her, breathless, my arm instinctively pulling her close.
Silence settled between us, heavy and warm, our bodies still tangled together.