Page 47 of Spin the Damn Bottle

I giggle as he guides me to the threshold.

Inside, the place epitomizes sophistication. High walls, floor-to-ceiling windows fitted with pale drapes that fall to the floor like dresses. Three walls are cream, the fourth, naked red brick. I could stand in the entryway's fireplace. "Yeah. The people definitely have halls like these."

"Smartass." He walks up a grand staircase, bypassing the first floor. Upstairs, we cross white double doors and reach a modern self-sufficient apartment.

The open-plan kitchen and lounge are black and white, and at the very center of the room, there's a gleaming grand piano. "You play?"

Jason wrinkles his nose. "Not anymore. We’ve redecorated the floor several times, but my mother always ‘forgets’ to have the piano moved out." He rolls his eyes. "She just wants to show off her boy's music at parties again."

"Why don't you call a removal service?" The look he sends me would have made me shiver a while back. Now, I smirk. "Who would have thought? Jason Alden, a momma's boy."

"Yeah, well, she lost one of her boys. I'm not about to upset her over a stupid piano."

That's sobering. "It's sweet that you think about her. It'd probably be sweeter if you played for her, though."

"I think not.This way."

His bedroom here is smaller than mine at Cross, though the bed's certainly large enough for a party of five. Just looking at it, I realize I'm dead on my feet.

"Shower first, Ms. Sticky."

I pout. "Do I have to?"

Jason wraps one of his arms around my back and the second behind my knees, and carries me into his en suite.

His slate-tiled shower is huge, with a built-in bench and two double shower heads. He sets me down on the bench and starts the shower, checking the temperature. "All right, doll." He drags the hand shower to me and start hosing me down with the strong jets. The warmth feels delicious against my skin.

"You spoil me."

"I intend to keep doing so." He hooks the shower back on its stand and lathers my skin with a fragrant soap. "You were incredible today, jumping right into the fray. I expected you to take more of an observational role your first time playing."

"I loved it." I bite my lower lip. "I loved watching you, too. With Sarah Dee, with Jeremy." I chuckle. "I especially loved winning."

"It's not exactly fair. I only had two turns, and the fucking bottle never pointed to me."

He stands to retrieve the showerhead, and seated as I am, his crotch is right at eye level. His cock's soft, though still quite large. "Poor Jason, all neglected." My gaze finds his eyes and I keep it there as my hand takes him in my fist.

"I thought you were tired," he reminds me.

"Never too tired for that." He's already hard, even before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

I barely touched him today, and after all that, I want to feel him. And I do.

I move my head up and down his shaft, slow, taking him as deep as I can.

"Fuck, doll. You're so good with that mouth." He takes a handful of my hair, inherently incapable of relinquishing control.

I let him. He controls my rhythm, making me take him faster, then slower.

"My balls," he grits between his teeth.

I grasp them in my hand and start massaging them, unsure what feels good.

"Yeah, that's it. Oh, fuck." He abruptly withdraws from my mouth and tugs my hair upward. I get to my feet, and he turns me around. My hands flat on the bench, I lift my hips a little higher.

His hardness presses at my entrance, but only teases my folds, rubbing along the drenched opening. Then he moves it higher than expected, against my asshole. "Has anyone touched you there before?"

I shake my head, and he moves his cock back to my pussy. Igasp a needy moan when he rams it inside.