Page 25 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)
Jason rolled his eyes and slid underneath the covers beside me. His leg pressed against mine, but he shifted until even that was separate.
“Do you have enough room?” he asked as I sunk down beneath the bedsheets.
I nodded and savored the sensation of my head hitting the pillow.
But something was missing.
“Can you hum again?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Go to sleep,” Jason groaned.
The blankets rustled, and warmth enveloped me.
I lay there, restless, for what felt like an hour. Eventually, Jason’s arm fell over my body, pulling me into him. My heart fluttered, and I stayed painfully still, scared of moving and making him change his mind. My eyelids began to shut, and I drifted off to the sound of Jason’s breathing.
When I woke up, my thoughts were clearer than they’d been in a long time. With resolve, I realized I wanted to accept his offer.
“Jason…” I murmured. The rise and fall of his chest was the only movement on his side of the bed. “Wake up.” I gently shook him until he began to stir.
“What do you want?” he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep, the husky sound sending a shiver down my spine.
I hesitated, my heart racing as I tried to gather the courage to say what I was thinking. Once the words came out, I couldn’t take them back. I didn’t know much about the man lying next to me, but the need to be his burned through my excuses. “I want you.”
His eyes snapped open to stare at me. That got his attention. He was awake, but the dark circles under his eyes gave away his exhaustion. “You know how to get me.”
We waited in silence as the ceiling fan above our heads creaked. My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to speak. “I’ll be yours,” I said softly, willing my voice to be level. “You can use me.” If that’s all we every were, I could handle it.
But the way he looked at Ethan when he touched me gave me hope for something more.
Jason moved quickly, flipping us so that he was on top of me, trailing his lips over the nape of my neck. Slowly, sensually. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his words caressing my skin.
A quiet moan slipped out before I could stop it, and I felt his hand move between my thighs. The heat inside me built until I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against him.
“Good answer.” His smirk made me shudder in desire.
“Stop teasing me,” I gasped, even though I craved more.
His attempts to render me desperate after weeks without his touch worked.
Jason stopped the deliberate movements, meeting my lustful gaze with his. “If you submit yourself to me, then something needs to be clear.”
His lips grazed against mine. I lifted my head off the pillow in hopes of deepening the kiss. Jason chuckled at my eagerness before pulling away.
“I’m in charge,” he whispered, his words lighting a fire in me.
I pressed my hips against his to ease the heat between my legs.
Before I realized what I did, Jason pinned my arms above my head and glared at me.
Then his lips crashed against mine. He moved against me, and I knew he was holding back.
“Is this what you want?” Before I could answer, he tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, sliding it off and leaving my chest bare. His tongue danced across my nipples. “Answer me.”
I swallowed down another moan and mustered out a strained word of agreement. My brain marinated in a cocktail of hormones and desire.
Moments later, Jason’s dick sprang from his boxers, and my eyes widened at the sight. I throbbed in anticipation while he stroked himself in front of me. Drool gathered at the corner of my mouth as I stared, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
“Please,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
The familiar evil gleam returned to Jason’s eyes when he pushed himself against me. I whimpered beneath the pressure.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” The way he swore sent shivers down my spine; I nodded and prayed my legs would stop shaking once satisfied. “Then beg,” he growled.
The teasing continued. He thrusted in the tip and watched my face contort in lust. His game only increased my need to get fucked— hard.
The whimper fell off my lips before any other part of me could protest, “Please, Jason.” My breathing accelerated as I lowered my pride. “I want you.” His lips curled into another pleased smirk as I continued, “I need your cock buried inside me.”
He pushed in a little further, stretching me while pinning my hips onto the bed.
“I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me until I can’t move. I need you to claim what’s yours.” I glanced up at him before whispering another plea into his ear.
Jason slammed the rest of his length inside me and didn’t wait for me to catch my breath before thrusting again. Holding back moans became impossible when he fervently pressed his lips against my neck.
His teeth sunk into my skin and sent me skyrocketing to the edge of an orgasm.
“I’m close.” Pleasure built with each of his deep thrusts.
Time slowed to a crawl around me.
“Be quiet,” Jason groaned.
I met his gaze in confusion. His blank expression sent me reeling.
“Why are you being so loud?”
His question replaced my climax with wonder. “I don’t underst?—”
“Hey, wake up.”
My eyes snapped open, and I landed right where I started: horny and confused. None of that was real . It was all in my head.
“Finally,” he said, burying his head deeper into the pillow. He shut his eyes tight like he was trying to block me out and resume his interrupted sleep.
“Sorry,” I said softly, my cheeks burning. I tried to push away the lingering heat, the thoughts of being on top of him, the way his skin might feel against mine. “I was having a dream.”
“I noticed,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Soft beams of the morning sunlight brightened the room as I watched Jason drift off.
Flashes of the subconscious fucking plagued my mind. “I’ll do it.”
“Be quiet? Fantastic,” he quipped.
“No.” I swallowed all the reasons why agreeing would end in disaster. “I’ll… be yours for two months,” I said quietly.
His eyes opened, staring at me.
“On one condition,” I insisted, and a curious expression covered his face. I continued, “Tell me what color your eyes are.”