Jason's Story Ch. 20

Jason noticed that the music had stopped playing, and knew that he had to get her out of there before the cops showed up.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screamed while she kicked him in the stomach.

"Come on babe; we gotta get outta here," Jason said as he grabbed her hand. She kept kicking, so he picked her up and made a mad dash for the exit.

"Jason, put me down! Stop, I gotta get my purse."

Luckily, the booth where the girls were sitting was on the way out, and Jason made a quick pit stop to grab her purse, and to give the others a head's up.

"Give me her purse, shit went down, we have GOT to get out of here," Jason said to a visibly shocked Bria. Kane was sitting next to her, but Jason didn't have time to let that register.

"What the hell is going on?" Bria asked as she handed Nigha's purse over to Jason.

"There was a fight on the dance floor, and we gotta get outta here before the cops get here. What room are you guys in...shit! Don't worry about her, she'll be with me." Jason took off when he saw hotel security looking around for them. He managed to get out of the club and into the hotel, but as he was making his way toward the main entrance (carrying a giggling Nigha on his shoulder); he saw a police car pull up, and darted off to a hallway on the side of the lobby.

Nigha was still laughing, but all of the jarring movement had her feeling a little nauseous.

"Jase, you gotta put me down or you're gonna make me sick."

Jason saw the neon exit sign up ahead, and hurried out of the door. Once they were in the alley; he stopped, and set her gently down on her feet.

"Are you alright?" he asked, checking her for any indication that she'd been hurt in the scuffle.

She laughed then and put her hands on both sides of his face. "Stop it, I'm fine...other than feeling like I might hurl at any minute."

"Nigha, I feel kind of guilty for saying this, but that was the hottest shit I've ever seen in my life. I can't believe you did that!" he said, finally able to let what happened sink in.

"I know that if I hadn't handled that asshole; you probably would've killed him," she replied matter-of-factly. "Thanks for stopping me when you did, and for getting me out of there."

They were both still breathing heavily, and she hadn't taken her hands off of his face. "I meant what I said," she told him while her eyes shifted back and forth, unable to decide which of his eyes she wanted to focus on.

"Nigha, you've had a lot to drink and..."

She shut him up when she stepped into him and kissed him. He was hesitant at first, but when he felt her tongue insistently invading his mouth; his tongue sought out its mate, and mimicked the dancing that they'd done earlier. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the taste of alcohol on her tongue had nothing to do with it. She pushed him back against the wall and thrust her body against his. Her hand was on his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock through his pants, and he groaned at her touch.

He spun her around and looked into her eyes for a moment, searching for a sign that she wasn't lucid. What he saw in her face was unbridled lust accompanied by flushed cheeks and red lips, swollen from their frantic kisses. He also saw complete clarity.

"I'm pretty far from drunk you know," she said smiling at him, "the dancing, the adrenaline from gearing up for a fight, and then the actual fighting pretty much cycled that alcohol through my veins pretty quickly. What's the matter Jason, you don't want me anymore? Just a kiss goodnight?"

He took in her appearance one more time, everything from her long slender neck to the tips of her caramel breasts. "Now you know that will never be true." She raised her eyebrow at him right before he forcefully grabbed her head and crushed his lips against hers. As he moved his way down her neck and collarbone; she spoke again.

"Where are you staying?"

"Here," he let out in a harsh whisper, in between kisses.

"No fucking way...uhhhh," she let out in a moan, as he stood up and ground his cock against her stomach.

"Let me guess, you guys are staying here too huh?"

She smiled up at him, and nodded her head in the affirmative. "Great minds, huh?"

"Definitely."

She grabbed his head and brought him back down in a kiss, and he grabbed at her breasts through her dress. They were getting pretty hot and heavy before they were interrupted.

"HEY! What's going on over there?"

They were almost blinded by a flashlight, and they both had a sinking feeling. Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was one of the hotel security guards.

"Sorry sir, we just caught up in the Vegas experience, and couldn't wait until we made it to our room," Jason called out, while he and Nigha righted their clothing. Nigha grabbed Jason's hand and buried her face in his upper arm, unable to suppress a slight giggle. "We'll just be on our way..."

"Hold on just a minute."

'Fuck!' is what they were both thinking at that moment.

"Where are you two coming from?"

"We were coming back to the hotel from a walk on the strip. Why do you ask?"

"There was an incident in one of our clubs, and from what I could gather, a woman actually beat up a man," the guard said with a peculiar look on his face.

Jason and Nigha both laughed at that point. "I'm sorry; did you just say that a man got beat up by a woman? Oh my goodness, what man would admit to that?" He and Nigha both continued to laugh at that point.

The guard started to chuckle along with them, "Yeah, sounded pretty absurd to me too, but the witnesses corroborated the claim; only they specified that he'd tried to assault her first, but apparently got more than he bargained for."

"Sounds like it," Nigha piped up then. "I'm almost sorry that we missed seeing that. That's definitely a once in a lifetime occurrence huh honey?"

"Yeah, I'm still stunned by the story. But sir, you couldn't possibly think that this gorgeous little thing could do a thing like that do you?"

Nigha made a little surprised face, and watched the guard for his reaction. He looked her up and down and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Nah, of course not. I was just wondering if you two had seen anything, that's all. Well, you folks enjoy your stay with us, and let's keep those activities inside the hotel, okay?"

"Sure thing, have a great evening," Nigha smiled and waved at him, and he smiled and waved back. She started walking toward the entrance, pulling Jason by the hand.

"Holy shit! I just knew we were busted back there," he whispered to her.

"Tell me about it" she managed to get out before he grabbed her and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her "honeymoon" style. "What is it with this whole caveman thing that you seem to be devel..."

He shut her up with a kiss, while trying to carefully navigate the alleyway so that he wouldn't take a wrong step and fall. His legs couldn't carry them fast enough.

They were all over each other in the elevator ride up to his floor, and by the time they reached it; her hair was all over the place, and his belt was hanging down past his thigh, threatening to fall off completely. Jason hastily got the door open, and she pushed him inside and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He reached behind her and slammed the door shut, then walked them to his bedroom. She was kissing his neck and running her hands up and down his back, and in turn; he was squeezing her ass cheeks as he held her up. He kicked the door shut, and once he stopped walking, she unwrapped her legs from around him and he placed her on her feet.

She immediately started to unzip her dress, and noticed that he wasn't moving at all. She looked up at him, and he was just staring at her with an unsure look in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking and chose to ignore it; allowing her dress to fall to the floor.

Regardless of the fact that she was bare breasted and practically nude before him; his eyes were immediately drawn to her lower abdomen, where there was a new tattoo. He felt his cock surge at the sight; it was a decent sized cross right above her left hip bone. After taking off his shirt; he dropped to his knees to get a closer look. He then realized that there was writing on it, and each branch of the cross had one of her four children's names on it. It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

He put his hands on her hips and placed a kiss on her tattoo. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped, and he was encouraged to continue. He kissed and licked her stomach, nipping her skin here and there. She ran her hands through his silken locks; reveling in the feel of them against her fingers, and in the fact that she was letting go and letting herself feel without feeling guilty.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and started to inch them over her hips and down her legs. When the scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils, he strongly resisted the urge to dive in and instead focused on her shapely legs as he slid her undies down. When he got them to the floor, she lifted her feet out of them one by one and he slowly ran his fingers up her legs, stopping just shy of the place they both wanted him to be.

"Stand up," she commanded as she put her hands under his chin. When he stood up, she ran her hands over his chest and abs; stopping when her fingers came in contact with his belt. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips.

"This simply won't do," she said as she began to undo his belt, followed closely by the button and zipper on his pants. She leaned into his chest and rubbed her cheek against it before she began to kiss across it. He was struggling with his self control while he watched her then she moved toward his nipple and started to lick it with her tongue.

"Oh fuck," he whispered with a hiss as she bit his nipple, and squeezed his cock after freeing it from the confines of his boxers. "You are driving me insane."

She smiled as she looked up into his eyes, "that would be the point; you've been driving me insane for years now...it'll be nice to have some company on this road trip to insanity."

Jason reached up and grabbed both sides of her face and searched her eyes, "are you sure about this?"

She reached up and placed her hands over his and looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Shut up and kiss me," she said as she reached up and tangled one of her hands in his hair, pulling him down to her, while the other hand rubbed his cock through his pants.

He didn't need to be told twice, and her attention to his cock was driving him mad. He hoped that she understood what this act meant, because it was more than just sex...regardless of how mind-blowing that sex would be. They both moved toward the bed, and he crawled on top of her. He knew then that he needed to make himself clear before anything else happened.

"Nigh, this isn't going to be a one-time or a one-time-for-the-next-year thing. I love you, you know this, we belong together, and tonight is going to be the first step toward us being together. If it's not, then I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight," he said, playing on the song that they'd sung together, as he was laying on top of her.

She looked into his eyes, reading the sincerity of his words in them, and she placed her hand over his cheek and smiled at him. He returned her smile, and closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek further into her hand before turning to kiss it.

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes, what?" He held her hand to his face, and his eyes were wide and full of hope.

"Yes, I want to try, and I think I'm ready," she put her other hand on the side of his face. "I want to try with you. I know we have a lot to talk about, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to be with you."

He slowly lowered his face to hers, and their noses touched gently while they looked into each other's eyes. She inched up and softly brushed her lips against his, and watched his eyes flutter shut through her own hooded eyes. She studied his face as she craned her neck to feather his cheek with soft kisses, enjoying the tickle of his slight stubble against her lips. His face was, and had always had been perfection. From his perfectly groomed eyebrows, down to the moustache and goatee that made him look more handsome and sexy than she'd thought possible, to his full, soft, kissable lips; he was beautiful, and he wanted no one else but her.

"I want you inside me," she whispered into his ear before she lay her head back down on the bed, and then tilted her pelvis to bump against his throbbing cock to illustrate her point. Suddenly the pants hanging loose on his hips seemed to be choking him, and he reached down to remove them with a haste that she hadn't seen in him in years. With lightening quick speed; he was standing at the foot of the bed, scrambling to get out of his pants, boxers, socks and shoes like a man possessed.

He was a man possessed and consumed with lust and love for the woman that was rising from the bed to stand with him. Time seemed to slow for him when she stood in front of him, and he stopped trying to shift out of the clothing pooled around his ankles. He watched her hands as one reached for his chest while the other reached for the cock standing proudly just for her. At that moment; oddly enough, he noticed that her wedding band was gone. He felt a bit of relief at that, and the sudden change in her attitude toward him started to make sense. She was a free woman.

He closed his eyes and hissed when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and began to blaze a trail of heat across his chest with her other hand. She stepped closer to him, bringing her body in contact with his, and moved her lips to his neck. She didn't start to kiss his neck, but opted instead to run her slightly open mouth over it; searing his skin with her escaping breath, all the while slowly stroking his cock. He broke out in goosebumps when she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Sit down and let me take care of you."

With that, he sat on the foot of the bed and watched her go to her knees on the floor in front of him. The sight of her between his legs almost made him cum right there, so he closed his eyes again, determined to not stop this thing before it really started. He felt her breath on his thighs, and her breasts rub against his knee, then he felt his shoes being taken off, followed by his socks, and the pants and boxers that had acted as little more than ankle cuffs moments before. When his legs were free, she spread them wider to allow her easier access to the treasure that stood proud and weeping for her between them.

She took in his form, leaning back on his elbows, a look of deep concentration on his handsome face. His body was in a word 'sick,' like Bradley Cooper in 'The A-team' sick, and she just sat back on her haunches to appreciate the view. She put a hand on each of his thighs and lightly raked her nails down his legs all the way to his ankles, and smiled at the emotions playing across his face. His furrowed brow, and slightly parted lips were extremely sexy. The way his cock jumped at her touch was nothing short of sinful, and she leaned forward while running her hands back up his legs; caressing his calves in appreciation on the way back up.

She held her mouth open, breathing on his tip, and he couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips. At that point; she'd stopped touching his legs, and wasn't making any contact with his body. He opened his eyes, and as soon as everything came into focus, he was looking her in the eyes for an intense few seconds. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was watching her mouth descending his cock and he cried out.

"Fuuuuuucckkk!"

He had to fight an intense internal battle to keep from shooting his load straight down her throat the moment he felt her hot mouth close around him. The eye contact that she maintained, and the look in her eyes wasn't helping him at all, and when she did that slithering snake move with her tongue on the underside of his cock, he yelled out "Oh Jesus!" and his elbows gave out. He could feel her smile around his cock, and he brought his hands up to his forehead and let them rest there, while his abs twitched from her efforts.

"Oh God Nigha, you're gonna make me cum," he yelled with a moan, and grunted when he felt her hand tighten around the base of his cock. She took him out of her mouth, and blew on his cock before he felt her hair brushing across his stomach. Afraid that opening his eyes and seeing her would make him lose it; he kept his eyes shut and waited for whatever came next.

He felt her lips on his stomach as she tongue kissed it in different places, enjoying the feel of his tightening muscles under her lips and tongue. He sighed when he felt her breast brush against his aching cock as she continued placing those searing kisses on him, all the while ascending his body. He realized that keeping his eyes closed wasn't really helping because feeling those different sensations on his skin without seeing her was making his level of arousal increase. He thought that maybe just being with her this way was all that he needed to send him over the edge, and that everything else was just sensory overload. When she reached the upper part of his right pec with those delectable lips and that sinful tongue, he opened his eyes and looked at her, and realized that it was no longer possible for him to keep his hands to himself.

Her eyes were closed, and she knew that something was happening when she felt him move underneath her. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he'd put his hands in her hair. Since he was watching her now, she decided to give him a show and inched back down so that her mouth was directly above his nipple. She gave him a devilish smile before slowly placing her tongue at the corner of her mouth, then she brought it around to the front of her mouth and connected with his already sensitive nipple. He closed his eyes again as he bit his bottom lip and threw his head back, leading her to believe that was his sexiest look.

It happened faster than she could comprehend. Jason had wrapped his arms around her and had moved them both up onto the bed. He'd pulled her up, and they were face to face, breathing heavily. The surprise in her eyes faded, and she stuck her tongue out and licked from his chin to his bottom lip before she sat up, grabbed his arms, and put them on the bed above his head.

"Nuh uhh big boy, "she tsked. "I'm not done yet."

She came down fast and started to kiss his neck while her slick pussy made contact with the still weeping head of his cock. He heard her moan into his neck and he thrust his hips upward to increase the friction. She sat up again and threw her head back while grinding against his cock. They both moaned at the sensation, and Jason knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He reached up, grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down for a bruising kiss. While they were locked in the kiss, he rolled them over so that he was on top of her situated between her legs. He leaned up on his elbows and just looked at her for a moment.

Her hair was splayed around her head, serving as a raven halo for his dark angel. Her lips full and red from his kisses, and her chest heaving; the image was one he hoped to see again, and again. He didn't say a word, there weren't any necessary, his face and eyes spoke volumes.

He ran his hand from the hollow of her neck, in a straight line down past her stomach, and stopped at her mound just shy of her clit. He never took his eyes from hers, and he slowly ran his fingers over her outer lips. He was teasing her in the same manner that she'd teased him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back nearly as long as she had.