Page 92 of Playing With Temptation

“Why?”

I turned to tell him why, but my words died in my throat. Jase had his left arm bent at the elbow, his hand shoved under his head, and he was stroking his very hard dick.

“You’re sexy as fuck. You’re fantastic in bed. For seven hours, each new position I put you in, I thought I’d finally picked a favorite. Then we’d switch it up and I had a new favorite. Though still hovering at the top is when you were riding me, but that’s only because I had your tits in my face, and when I play with your nipples your pussy drenches my dick.” He started stroking harder. “I love having a view of your ass when you’re taking me from behind, but you come the hardest when you’re on your back. And like I said, when you come your pussy explodes. You’re tight as fuck normally. And wet, so fucking wet it leaks out and I feel it dripping down my thighs. But when I’m fucking you from behind, I can see it dripping down yours. I can watch myself fuck you, I can see my dick wet with you.

“Come here, Rainy. Hands and knees on the bed next to me. I’m gonna come and you’re gonna swallow it for me.”

I dropped my undies and did as I was told.

“This is how sexy you are.” He paused on a downward stroke and squeezed the base of his dick. “This is how much you turn me on. You wrung six outta me and still just thinking about my dick inside you gets me hard. My dick’s throbbing.” It was, I could see it. “And now that I got your tits swaying in my face I don’t know if I wanna blow in your mouth or paint your nipples with my come.” He started stroking again. “Your choice, baby, but make it quick. I’m gonna blow for you.”

For me.

Jase was gonna blow for me.

I made my choice and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and started bobbing in time with his strokes.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Finish me off.”

He moved his hand and I took over until I had a mouthful of come to swallow. I slowed to gentle glides until I felt him relax. Only then did I pull my mouth off his dick. Once it was resting on his thigh, I kissed his shaft, then his stomach, and moved off the bed.

I went back to my undies and pulled them on while I was facing him. I picked up my bra, uncaring if he saw the roll of skin at my belly when I bent down. I put it on and didn’t think about whether or not my bra pinched and he could see back fat.

“I’m stealing one of your shirts,” I told him.

“Have at it.”

I walked to his dresser and I did it not wondering if he could see the dimples in my thighs.

“You should know,” I started. “That was so hot, in the future I might fake body issues just so I can watch you jerk off.”

“You can watch me jerk off while I’m thinking about fucking you any time you want. Though next time I want you sitting on my face, so I taste your excitement while you watch.”

“Anything you want.”

I walked out of the room, leaving Jase in a pile of messy blankets.

Blankets we mussed up during our sexathon.

Therefore, I was smiling when I walked down the stairs.

A seven-hour fuck fest was one hell of a way to break an eleven-year dry spell.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Jase’s arms around me tightened. I was in his lap, his back wedged in the curve of his sectional, and he’d just finished telling me what his friend Dylan had found about Zoe’s accident.

“Yeah, baby, Dylan’s thorough. He got his hands on all the police reports, the one from the insurance company, the maintenance records. There was a three-million-dollar policy. The insurance company had all the fluids checked, break lines, they looked for every way possible not to pay out. Especially a policy that high.”

I buried my face in his neck. “So I was just being stupid.”

“No, Rainy, you were grieving. You lost your best friend. And a week before her death she found out her husband was cheating. I get why your mind went there. Especially when the guy’s a total creep.”

Julian was a total creep and an asshole.

Jase gave me a few minutes to sit with that before he asked, “He hasn’t sent any more flowers, right?”

“No.”