Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (11 page)

“Monday,” I nodded, still not with it.
What significance is Monday?

Jason grinned as he slipped one hand away from me and began gently stroking my core, slipping two fingers inside me.

I moaned and squirmed against him, enjoying the delightful attention.

“Tell me why Monday is special, baby,” Jason urged, pushing his fingers deeper and faster.

“I don’t know,” I groaned, my mind becoming unfocussed as my muscles began clenching around his fingers.

“Think harder, Jamie,” he grinned against my neck and began swirling his tongue behind my ear.

I had no idea. I genuinely had no clue what he was referring to. I groaned again as he slipped another finger into me, stretching me with each movement.

“It’s Monday, baby. What did you do exactly seven days ago?” He asked, his teeth grazing across my collarbone.

I racked my brains to last Monday. Breakfast, library, lunch, doctors, gym. My brain, overwhelmed by pleasure, rushed through the day’s itinerary.

“I went to the doctors,” I panted, my eyes shooting open as he pushed his thumb against my clit.

“You did,” he nodded, bringing his lips to meet mine and sucking my lower lip into his mouth. “Which means you took your first pill on Tuesday and today is your seventh.”

My brain played a rapid game of catch-up and quickly realised he was right. The realisation didn’t get chance to sink in because Jason rubbed a firm circle around my clit and I burst around his fingers, grinding my hips against him as I worked my overwhelming orgasm out of my system.

“You okay?” He chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face as my breathing slowed.

“Yes. Thank you,” I grinned, my eyes lowering as I noticed he let the towel slip from around his waist. I liked what I saw.

“I can’t wait to feel you. Really feel you,” he breathed. His erection was now free from the towel and rubbed up against my still sensitive slit as he moved me above him.

“Jason, I…” I broke off. I didn’t want to be insensitive, but a thought had just occurred to me. He’d slept with a lot of girls.
A lot.
The thought did unpleasant things to me but also made me worried.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, breaking off his delightful movements to look down at me with concern in his eyes.

“Have you- I mean… is it… you know, safe?” I asked, feeling ridiculous and blushing hard.

Jason’s brows furrowed for a second before his eyes lit up with humour and he kissed my nose. “You went to the student medical practice,” he said, his fingers tracing patterns on my side.

I nodded, still embarrassed that I’d brought it up.

“I’m guessing they forced a sexual health test on you?”

My blush deepened impossibly and I nodded again.

“They do that to everyone. You go in for a splinter, you get a chlamydia test. I’ve been going there for years. I have been regularly checked out. Okay?”

I nodded again, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“I know, baby,” he chuckled. “It’s okay. You have a right to know. But I would never have let you go down on me if I wasn’t clean.”

I lifted my head away from his chest to check his face in case he really had been hurt by my insinuation but he still looked amused. His mouth did anyway, his eyes were burning once more.

“Just for the record though, I’ve always used a condom,” he shrugged, as if he wasn’t just dropping a bomb on me.

“Always?” I asked.

“Always.”

His eyes studied mine and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, moving me into position. I felt the head of him rubbing against me, spreading the juices of my very recent climax.

“Until now,” he breathed as he pulled me down onto him, sinking me all the way on the very first stroke.

I didn’t have time to absorb his words; the exquisite fullness had my crying out. At first, the cry was of pain as my body struggled to adapt to his size so quickly, but the cry soon became one of pleasure as I registered the sensations. It was the same, but at the same time it was different. It was almost inexplicable. I could always feel him inside me, but now I could feel his heat in a different way. I could feel the velvet-covered steel inside me. I could appreciate the small twitches and spasms that I’d clearly been oblivious to before. It was pure, uninhibited Jason.

“Christ, you feel amazing.” The words rolled from his mouth on an almost silent prayer, his eyes closed as if he was savouring the moment. Imprinting it on his brain forever. The carnal rasp in his voice broke my reverie for his throbbing member and had me grinding my hips against him, desperate to feel him move inside me.

Jason was happy to oblige. He moved with the same worshipful, slow movements that he had used on Friday night in my lesson in making love. A lesson I was only too happy to repeat.

This position was possibly one of my favourites yet. Jason’s muscles rippled beautifully as he supported my weight against the wall and thrust himself into me. His heavy breathing tickled my ear and heated my already warm skin.

“I could stay inside you forever, Jamie,” he whispered, breathing in my hair. “It feels so right, so perfect.”

“It does,” I managed, arching into him as he thrust back inside of me, nudging my womb whilst he massaged the bundle of nerves that would soon have me spiralling over the edge.

“Jason, I’m close,” I warned, tightening my legs around his waist. My hips rolled in time with his, our bodies completely in synch. Nothing felt better than the two of us finding Nirvana together and I didn’t want to get there before he did.

“Hold it, baby. I’m close too,” he answered in a low growl. His hand travelled up my waist to cup my breast and gently tweak my nipple, all the while continuing the skilled movements of his hips and massaging my inner walls.

“Now, Jamie,” he said through clenched teeth and my body responded automatically, exploding around him. I felt him tense completely against me, pinning me to the wall and holding me as if his life depended on it. He thrust a few more times, riding out the last of his orgasm.

We sank down to the floor together, Jason still inside me, our arms wrapped around each other, both of us oblivious to anything but each other.

“I don’t ever want to use a condom again,” I breathed. “Thank you.”  I kissed every inch of his face, his eyebrows, his nose, his angled cheeks, before I focussed attention on his full lips, trying to convey the strength of appreciation with my kiss.
I love this man
. His presence made me warm and safe, calm and exalted, loved and desired, all at once. He was more than I could ever ask for.

“Me neither,” he chuckled, lifting us both up off the floor and gently easing me off of him.

I blushed as I felt the warm liquid seeping down my legs and glanced down to see how obvious it was before I could stop myself. Jason followed my gaze and his eyes lit up. He dropped to a squatting position to inspect the sticky mess between my thighs.

“Sorry,” I blushed, trying to press my legs together to hide my shame but Jason held my knees, keeping my legs apart.

“Why would you be sorry?” He looked up at me, obvious confusion on his face.

I shrugged shyly. I wasn’t really sure, I just felt like I should be apologising.

“You shouldn’t be,” he shook his head. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing this, okay?” He asked, his eyes penetrating mine resolutely. “Remember what I said it would mean? In the library, what I said I would do the first time I came inside you like this?” He prompted, his voice returning to a low sultry growl once more.

“That you’d mark me as your own,” I blushed, my voice a low squeak.

Jason nodded, looking pleased that I’d remembered.
How could I forget?
He’d been talking dirty in the middle of the library and left me high and dry.

“And now you’re mine,” he nodded, his eyes back on the liquid still making it’s way down my leg.

“I’ve been yours since the day we met,” I said. He should have known that as well. There’d never truly been any doubt in my mind.

“I know, baby,” he reassured me. “And I’m yours. I just like seeing the proof.” He grinned a boyish grin and I found myself grinning back.
I love that he loves me
.

I watched as he trailed his finger up my leg, scooping up the offending liquid with his hand. He raised his slick finger to my mouth and pressed for entry. I watched wide-eyed even as I obliged him and his finger slipped into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his digit, giving it a thorough cleaning.

Jason had done this before but it didn’t make it any less hot. His eyes studied me with a dark, wicked heat before drawing his very clean finger from my mouth. The taste of our mixed desires coated my tongue and my muscles began clenching once more.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I love you.”

He pulled me into him and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss that told me just how much he loved me.

“I love you too, Jason,” I smiled as he let me go.

We both needed a shower and he was only too happy to join me, despite the fact that he’d only just had one. This of course resulted in discovering the advantages of the contraceptive pill twice more before I finally found myself clean, washed, and dressed in the kitchen.

Chapter 10

Friday, 25th January 2013

I slowed to a jog as I came to the track. I was running a couple of minutes late because I’d lost track of time doing my course reading. I usually liked to arrive a little early so I could ogle a Lycra-clad Jason unabashedly for a few extra minutes.

My eyes scanned the track and I spotted him with Grayson and Hasim.

“Hey, guys,” I grinned at them. They all greeted me warmly and Jason pulled me into his arms.

“Wish we could but we’re off to Newcastle tomorrow,” Jason shook his head, continuing his conversation with his friends.

“No worries,” Grayson shrugged.

“Maybe the week after?” Hasim prompted.

“Ajal,” Jason grinned.

I looked up at him curiously, wondering what on earth he’d tried to say.

“Ana atakallamu el engliziyyah,” Hasim answered with a wry smile.

“I know, mate. I like the practice,” Jason grinned as Hasim walked off.

“Show off,” Grayson grumbled, clapping Jason’s shoulder as he walked off after Hasim and Jason followed, his arm still around me.

I was about to ask Jason what that had been about when he called the group in to welcome them back and talked us through the session. I’d thought I’d heard Jason speaking another language with Hasim before but I’d never asked him about it. Now I was curious.
How could I not know that my own boyfriend, the man I love, speaks another language?
I both loved and hated that some parts of him were still a mystery to me. Hated because I wanted to know him completely and loved because I didn’t think I’d ever grow tired of learning new things about him.

I pried myself away from Jason’s grip and went to stand with Grayson as I listened to Jason. I saw the disapproving look he shot me. He wanted me to stand with him whilst he talked but I hated having everyone’s eyes on me. Jason nattered away about discus and I listened intently, loving his usual passion. Discus wasn’t really my thing. Throwing heavy, potentially lethal objects was best avoided for clumsy people.

I ran around the track with a few others whilst the rest of the group practiced their discus skills. When I got close to Jason, I grinned, listening to him helping the others fine-tune the process. He looked up every time I ran by and I selfishly loved that he still paid me attention, even though he was busy.

I lost myself in my own little world as I carried on. I didn’t even realise the others had pulled back together as a group and were clearly summarizing. I sprinted the last few hundred meters to meet back up with them and placed myself at the back of the group.

“So anybody who wants to is welcome to come to the pub for a catch-up,” Jason finished addressing the group.

I’d almost forgotten we were meant to be going there with Lottie and the other committee members. The crowd started breaking off and I was about to make my way to Jason when I saw a gorgeous brunette practically running to his side. Her tight workout clothes accentuated her beautiful figure, which was decidedly fuller than mine in all the right places. Her hair was a much darker brown than mine and trailed from her tight ponytail in elegant, gentle waves. Her clear blue eyes sparkled from under her eyelashes, the thickness of which could rival Jason’s.

I watched as she threw herself at Jason and gave him a hug, pushing her generous breasts into his chest. Jason looked shocked for a second but returned her hug by wrapping one arm around the top of her shoulders. I felt my stomach turn watching the smile break out on Jason’s face as he greeted her and they kicked up a conversation. I hated the way girls threw themselves at Jason; it hurt every time. Not that I didn’t trust him, I did. He’d gone through so much to prove himself to me.

Jason usually brushed off the unwanted female attention. This was the first time I’d seen him happily embrace it and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Grayson must have seen me staring and turning green because he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to where the two of them were stood chatting.

“’Sup, Shana,” Grayson greeted the brunette beauty.

“Hi, Grayson,” she cooed, still standing too close to Jason.

“There you are, Jamie,” Jason grinned, grabbing me and pulling me into him. “You enjoy your run?” He kept his arms around my waist as he waited for my response. I was secretly glad that the hug he was giving me had pulled him further away from this Shana character.

“I did, thank you,” I smiled up at him, inhaling his scent.
Sweat, paper, and Jason – heavenly.
“How was discus?”

“We chucked stuff,” he shrugged with a cheeky grin that had me grinning back.

I was glad his attention was on me but still feeling edgy about the overfamiliar greeting between him and Shana. As though reading my mind, Jason span me around and introduced me to her.

“Shana, this is my girlfriend, Jamie-Lea. Jamie, this is an old friend, Shana.”