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I never wanted to go out with Shane Gray. Actually, I never even liked him. When I won the meet and greet passes at the concert, I was excited about meeting Connect 3, but more than just them, I wanted to meet Jason Green, my biggest celebrity crush since I was a tiny little twelve-year-old.
Yeah, well, if you'd told me back then I'd end up dating Shane but pressed against Jason's hotel door with his lips on mine, I wouldn't believe you at all. And I might've called a mental institution.
But here I am, and there he is. Jason's a better kisser than Shane, but that could have something to do with the fact that I have never wanted to kiss Shane, throughout our whole relationship – in fact, just the thought of kissing him makes me want to throw up.
Maybe I'll explain why I'm with Shane. Maybe I won't.
Jason slips his hands under my shirt, pressing them to my lower back as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level. He's an insanely good kisser – not too rough, but not boring, either. I tug at his hair a little while he pulls my shirt up, inch by inch.
Where did he learn to kiss like this? I wish I'd known before I started dating Shane. I hitch up a leg around his waist, and he picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bed, where he sets me down gently, a great contrast to the way he's kissing me. I moan softly as I pull him to me again, and wrap both my legs around his waist.
He seems surprised by this sound and pulls away. "No, I… We shouldn't," he says, and instead of answering, I pull him to me again, kissing him deeply. This distracts him and he pulls away to take my shirt off, staying back to let his eyes roam down my body. I grin at him and pull his shirt off.
"It's only fair," I explain. Jason nods and pushes me back on the bed, climbing on top of me as his hands reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. He lets it fall off, and I can't help but notice how much more comfortable I feel being half-naked with him than I ever did with Shane.
Jason grins and leans down to press kisses down my chest, and I shudder involuntarily. Shane is… Shane is rough and violent and likes using his teeth, and from what I've heard, Nate is sweet and gentle and likes making love. Shane would seriously fuck me in a bathroom, but apparently, Nate won't do it if it's not on a bed.
And Jason? Jason's somewhere in the middle, I suppose, like he always is. He's not as sarcastic as Shane, yet not as sweet as Nate. Not as good a singer as Shane, but not as good with all instruments like Nate. The only thing Jason excels in – besides kissing, as I learned today – is playing guitar.
Watching him play guitar… Honestly? It's a huge turn on. I always liked him best because he was the one no one noticed, yet what he does is so extremely important to the band. How could you not like him? I mean… Well, what he's doing right now more than proves how amazing and deserving he is. Connect 3 fans are extremely ungrateful.
My head falls back as Jason's lips near my breasts, and I shiver again. "That feels good," I mutter, and I hear Jason chuckle against my skin. "Don't laugh at me," I mumble, and he pulls away to look at me, a look in his eyes I couldn't really describe.
"What?" I ask quietly, starting to frown.
Jason touches my cheek lightly. "It's just that… I want this so badly," he said softly, and I look at him, a little surprised.
"You do? Really?" I ask, and he nods. "Well, so do I."
Jason smiles and kisses me gently, not as roughly as before. I don't mind, really, because it feels just as great as before, and I can't help but think that I wish Shane were this nice. This perfect.
I moan again, because I can't help it, but Jason doesn't react this time. He just pushes me back on the bed again, running his hands down my body. I wrap my legs around his waist once more, and then decide against it, instead reaching down to undo his jeans, pushing them off anxiously. I don't think I've ever been this willing to have sex, or this turned on.
Jason chuckles quietly and helps me get them off. I smile sheepishly at him, and he just kisses my forehead. One thing I love about Jason is that even though we're about to (what I'm sure will be) wild, passionate sex, he takes time to kiss my forehead and things like that.
Why did I date Shane? Of all the things I've done in my life, that's the one I've regretted the most. Why would I have dated Shane, when I could have been with Jason?
Jason pulls me out of my thoughts when he kisses me a little more forcefully than before, his hands sliding down my body to the waistband of my skirt. He tries to pull it down, but can't figure out how, so I guide his hands to the zipper in my back and help him while he smiles sheepishly. I kiss his smile and run my hands down his back while he pulls off my skirt.
So here we are, half-naked. I look at Jason and see, undoubtedly, the same way I feel about this – that I am completely sure I want to go on. I don't want to stop and I don't care if I regret it at some point, but right now, that doesn't matter. He pulls my panties down slowly, almost tentatively, and I cup his face in my hands. "It's okay," I tell him, and he blushes.
Blushes! That's the cutest thing ever! I smile at him, and he nods before he takes off my panties. I lean back on the bed and sigh, my hands wandering to the waistband of his boxers and slapping the elastic. I pull them down slowly, just like he'd done with me a moment before.
Soon enough, he's lying on top of me again, our limbs so tangled I can't tell where mine ends and his start. I sigh again and kiss him softly and he slides into me tentatively. I nod. "I'm not a virgin, Jase," I remind him.
"Right," he says, and moves a little faster, his hips rocking against mine. I moan, my back arching as my chest presses to his, and he leans down to kiss my neck before trailing kisses down to my breasts.
I shudder again (it seems he does this to me a lot) and moan a little louder. I guess this tells him I'm enjoying myself (which I am), because he speeds up and thrusts into me faster than before.
I cry out in pleasure, and I can feel his smile against my chest. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle he was entering me at and feel a wave of pleasure wash over me once more.
At some point throughout all this, I lose all conscious thought, and when I finally become aware of what's going on, he's pulled out of me and all I remember is pleasure to the point that I felt I was in heaven. I have never felt that with Shane. What does that tell you?
Jason smiles at me, and I smile back before sitting up and looking at the clock on the nightstand. "Shoot, I have to go!" I exclaim, standing up and gathering my clothes. I get dressed quickly without looking back at Jason, because I know that what I will see there will mean I won't ever leave.
I take a deep breath and straighten my hair before opening the door. As I walk out, I hear a quiet "Bye, Mitchie," and close my eyes before opening them again and stepping back into the role of Shane Gray's girlfriend.
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Smutty. I know. Review?