Page 26 of My Dead Wife's Ex Will Do
We break apart, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. My cock is an iron bar in the prison of my hiking pants and I want…I don’t even know what I want. I want everything that we’ve been denying ourselves this past decade and a half.
I cup his jaw in my hand, the bristle of his unshaven scruff rasping against my palm. I kiss his other cheek, then trail my lips to his earlobe. I catch the soft flesh between my teeth and nibble, drinking in the sounds that fall from Jason’s open mouth.
I lay a series of open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck. His pulse jumps under my lips. I slide my hands under his T-shirt. His skin is warm but his stomach flinches when I touch him.
I pull back and look into his face.
He’s an inch or two shorter than me and he’s not meeting my eyes. “Jason?” I say to the top of his bowed head.
“Yeah.”
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” It’s barely more than a whisper and he does not sound okay at all.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want—” he snaps his lips closed, but then they move as if he’s speaking soundlessly. Before I can ask what he’s saying, he’s clenched his fists at his sides and taken one step back from me.
“Look, Jason, we don’t have to do?—”
“Stop talking. Please.”
I stop.
“When you said you wanted it last time, did you mean…generally, or…?”
“Yes, generally; yes, specifically.” I know I sound impatient, but my dick is fucking desperate and if Jason’s going to back out of this, I’d like to know sooner rather than later so I can go jerk off in the shower. Alone.
Oh.
Jason may have had sex only once with a man, but it’s not like he’s a shrinking virgin. And he definitely knew what he was about last time. I put firmly outside my head what this means about his sex life with Leah. I don’t really want to contemplate kinky sex and my best friend who was almost a sister to me right now.
“Jason, if you want to take charge, I’m all for that.” I let my hands dangle loosely at my sides and bow my head. I’m not a true submissive, but I can totally play one for him, if that’s what he needs.
Jason lets out an explosive sigh. “On your knees, then.”
I bite my lip to suppress a smile. Here we are again. Jason saying those same words to me that he did that night. And I’m just as ready for him as I was then.
I drop to my knees and rest my ass on my heels. On the way, I catch sight of the bulge in his pants and my mouth waters.
“Give me your hand,” Jason says and I reach up to him. He puts my hand on his side, just above the waistline of his pants. “If I go too far, pinch me and I’ll stop.”
“I doubt you will, but okay.” I’m no shrinking virgin, either, and this ain’t my first rodeo of sucking dick. Not even of sucking his dick.
Just as Jason’s fingers unsnap his hiking pants and pull the zipper down, there’s a knock at our door.
We both freeze. Jason lifts a finger to his lips. As if I was going to let anything interrupt this.
There’s another knock, and then Logan’s voice, muffled through the wooden door, “Are they in there?”
“I think so,” Silas replies. “Kelsey said her stepdad was going to take a shower. Which, I saw him rinsing off in the locker room at the hot springs, but whatever, he should be done by now, right?”
And then Silas’s blond head appears on the other side of the big window that looks into our casita. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops into a surprised O before he closes it and steps out of view. “They’re, um, busy. We should catch up with them later.”
“Oh, shit,” I say, at the same time Jason says, “Fuck.”
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