Page 28 of Can’t Let You Go (Ivy Ridge #3)

My hand moves down his chest, to the waistline of his pants, and I slide my fingers underneath. His boxer briefs are still between me and his skin, but this will do for now.

Jason jumps under my touch, a shiver rolling through his body. “See,” I croon, “You need my touch, too.”

His forehead drops to rest against mine. I let my hand move down more, until the head of his cock peeks through the top of his briefs. He’s so hard, so ready for this, and I lightly trail my fingertip over the crown. Jason shudders, letting out a low groan.

“Mmm, does that feel good?” I tease.

“Stop talking,” Jason grunts, his lips attacking mine again as I do what I can to wrap my fingers around his shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze. He bites my lower lip between his teeth gently, almost like he’s punishing me.

I squeeze harder, slowly moving my hand down his length. Jason’s hand moves down my body, and he slides his hand into my sleep shorts, soaking up my warmth.

His fingers slide between my soaked folds, and he groans. “You’re so wet. Is that all for me, sunshine?”

“All for you.” I practically melt from his dirty words.

“Good,” he replies, his fingers circling my clit. The zing of pleasure is almost instant, and I need to touch more of him, need to have his skin on mine.

I take my hand from his boxers, moving upward until I can slide under the hem.

I push them down as much as I can, and his hard cock slips out from the fabric.

I immediately take it into my palm, slowly moving up and down the shaft.

I use the pad of my thumb to swipe at the bead of precum, using it to aid my movements.

His fingers circle my clit in a torturous pace, and I rise closer to the edge of pleasure. I drop my head back, letting out a ridiculous moan. His touch is so good that I can’t even process any thoughts besides him, of him finally touching me, having his hands on me.

I moan his name, and he bends down, kissing my cheeks and jawline, before kissing my neck, sucking and teasing me. It’s probably going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. It’s incredible, and I would give anything to feel this way forever.

God, I want to taste him, to have him in my mouth, but I don’t dare move. Don’t dare stop his touch on me.

I continue to stroke him, trying to make sure he’s experiencing what I am at this moment, because I need to know I’m not alone in this.

An idea pops into my brain, and I let go of him for a moment, reaching to grab at his wrist. “Wait,” I say.

He stops, and I reach for the hem of my pants and underwear, shimmying them down and off my legs with his help.

He does the same with his boxers and pajama pants, leaving him completely naked, and me with only my tee shirt on.

I take my fingers and swipe them through my core, gathering the wetness there, and using it to coat his cock as a lube.

Jason groans loudly, and then he’s kissing me again, his mouth rough and hard against mine as I stroke him.

His fingers find their way back to my clit, circling it a few times before moving further down, to my entrance.

I gasp as he presses one long digit inside me, slowly moving in and out. He adds a second finger, and then his thumb is back on my clit, pressing on it and circling as he pumps in and out of me.

“Oh god,” I cry as my orgasm starts to build within.

My nipples are practically pebbles as I press my body into him, trying to get as close as humanly possible.

My leg ended up against his hip again, and I have no idea how we are making this work, with how tangled our arms and legs are, but I don’t care, I only care that we’re doing this, that I’m feeling him finally .

His cock twitches in my palm, and I keep moving, using my own wetness to aid in the movement.

He’s so thick in my palm, and I can’t even see him.

I yearn to see him, to know what his cock looks like, but for now, and maybe always, this will have to be enough.

To know what he feels like in my palm, to know what his giant hands are like on my skin and inside my pussy.

“I’m close,” I cry, moving my hand faster and harder on his cock.

My body heats and explodes under his touch, the white hot pleasure barreling through my body as I clench around his fingers, and come hard.

Jason continues to move, and his hips jerk in my hand and he loudly groans as the warm jets of his cum paint my skin.

He curses under his breath, the sound sending a tingle up my body.

“Oh my,” I breathe, no other words able to come to my mind. I’m completely and utterly satiated. I’m relaxed, my body unable to move. My hand is still wrapped around Jason’s softening cock, and his fingers are still deep inside me. “That was…”

“So good,” he finishes for me.

“Incredible,” I agree. I reluctantly let go of him, and slide my leg off his hips.

He slides his fingers out of me, leaving me empty again.

Jason leans his forehead against mine again as we catch our breath.

He leans back, but kisses my forehead before rolling out of the bed.

I wince at the sting of loss, but logically, I know he’s going to clean up.

The light in the bathroom turns on, and I hear the sound of running water.

I roll onto my back, still trying to catch my breath and process what happened.

It’s one night, and I can’t let myself think this can be something more.

It won’t be, and I need to accept that. This was a simple release for both of us.

Expelling the pent up energy we’ve had for all these years.

Jason reenters the room, his face flushed pink.

He’s still naked, but I don’t get a good glimpse at him, the light from the bathroom isn’t quite enough.

He has a washcloth in his hands, and instead of handing it to me, I’m surprised when he pulls the sheets back, and cleans between my legs himself.

He even takes my hand, and cleans me up there.

When he’s done, he stands, heading back into the bathroom, and rinsing out the washcloth. Even though he cleaned me up, I should still use the bathroom, so I stand, and head that way.

His body collides with mine in the doorway, and my face heats. “Sorry,” I gasp, and turn, sliding between him and the door. “I need to use the restroom.”

“You’re fine, sunshine.”

Every time he calls me that, my heart squeezes. It’s such a sweet name, and it’s… right . Brad never had a nickname for me, and I always wished I could have a cute nickname from my partner.

I take care of myself in the bathroom, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I flush a deeper shade of red.

My still damp hair is tangled, and almost looks like a rat's nest on my head. My cheeks are bright red and scratched from the roughness of his stubble. Despite how chaotic I look, and the red marks on my neck from his kisses, I look content, and more relaxed than I have in ages. If that says something about me, I guess I’m not sure, but I feel amazing.

I turn the light off and close the door behind me, making my way into the room again.

Jason has turned the light on for me so I can see, and he’s in the bed, leaning up against the headboard.

I’m not sure if he put any clothes on, but I decide I’m not going to put my shorts and panties back on.

I climb into the bed next to him, and shuffle so I’m laying on my side by him.

He turns off the lamp, and scoots down, laying on his side and pulling me into him. He’s wearing his boxers, but I’m fine with it. It’s so good to have him hold me. His arm is wrapped around my waist, hand splayed across my stomach.

After pressing a kiss to my cheek, then the top of my head, he whispers, “Goodnight, Fallon. Thank you.”

I repeat the sentiment and close my eyes, sinking into his embrace. I almost don’t want to fall asleep, don’t want to miss a moment of this. If one night is all we have, then I don’t want to take any moment of it for granted.