The Blue Dress
Chapter Twenty Six: Pink is the Flavor

"…And furthermore, you and I both know that your opinion of me and what I do with my life is not warranted, so do not think that I care about it for one second! Now, goodbye!"

She hung up her phone with a definite press with an angry huff, trying not to throw the item out the front window of her car. She cursed loudly through gritted teeth as the anger inside her continued to linger, and gripped the steering wheel tightly as she pulled into a parking spot and placed her car in park.

She had a long and exhausting day at work and had to stay over time to get done all the things she needed to finish. She didn't need this now… She just wanted to drop what she needed to drop off and get into her sweatpants and bed and curl up with her dog and call it a day. She did not want this. She did not need this right now.

She breathed heavily through her nose and pressed her lips in a hard line as she played through the conversation in her head over and over again. There was something about that man that-

A giant wave of unadulterated fury waved over her as she closed her eyes and screamed as loud as she could in the silent sanctuary of her car, hitting the steering wheel over and over until the wave dissipated away. She breathed through her teeth as she bent over and rested her head on the steering wheel, trying to stop from shaking. She bit down and swallowed hard, mentally telling herself not to let it get to her. Not to let it break off yet another piece of her.

Pull yourself together.

"Alright…" She whispered, sitting back up into the rearview mirror. She sighed as she straightened herself out and pushed at her hair. "Alright."

She took a breath before she gathered the box of files and got out the car, heading for the gray apartment building. She pressed the button for his floor and waited, tapping her heel agitatedly from earlier.

"Yeah?" She heard a staticky voice through the speakers.

She pressed the button for the intercom. "Hey, it's Raven. I have the files from earlier. I thought to drop them off here so you can give them a look over."

"Yeah, come on up. The gate's open," his voice said before the doors unlocked with a loud click. She sighed again as she pushed her emotions down and headed inside.

A few moments passed and she arrived on his floor, sliding the heavy door open to the side and walking in to see him in the middle of his living room floor, doing push ups while shirtless.

She looked up to the face of some unknown deity and sighed. Why did the gods have to curse her with such a blessing?

Squaring her shoulders and pressing her lips together, she walked towards him. "Sorry, I'm here so late. I got swamped at work and wasn't able to catch you before you left."

"Not a problem," he breathed between push ups, not ever stopping. "You find what it was you were looking for?"

"Yes," she said, hoisting the box up a little and looking around the room at anything but his rippling muscles. "I flagged and noted all the files that I think will help but see if you can find something I may have overlooked."

"Alright," he breathed between push ups. He lifted his head so that he could see her through the fringe of his hair and gave her a slanted grin. She felt something in her stomach bubble at the sight.

He moved so that he sat on his knees and took the box from out of her hands, his eyes never leaving hers. "Is there anything in particular I should look at?"

She closed and nodded, rubbing at her forehead while she tried to recall all of her work through the fog that was her day. "Yeah… Look at anything I marked as red. Particularly in the one file about markets and um…"

She breathed through her teeth as her mind drifted to her earlier conversation, feeling that wave of anger and irritation build back up again inside. Her nose flared and she pushed at her hair as she let out an audible growl and shook her head, throwing her hand back to side with a defeated slap.

"I trust you'll find it all in there," she murmured before she turned for the door. She gasped as she felt fingers wrap around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks and she turned her head to see him looking up at her with a thoughtful expression.

"Mr. To-

"What's wrong?" He blurted out the question like it was perfectly natural for him to ask that of her. It felt perfectly natural for him to ask that of her.

Despite what it felt, she pressed her lips and put on a face of indifference. "Nothing. Now let go, Mr.-

"You're pushing at your hair, which tells me that you're stressed. You're doing that thing with your nose that tells me that you're angry. And your face is flushed which means you were yelling fairly recently," he pulled her back over to him, his hands sliding around her hips to wrap around her and pull her close, resting his chin on her stomach.

There was a tenderness to his voice that she hadn't heard come from him before. Normally, he had a teasing tone to his words when they were alone together like this. Sometimes there was a sort of huskiness to it from the lust he felt for her, even when he whispered. But not this time. This time his tone could only be described as caring.

"You're also calling me, 'Mr. Todd' and I haven't done anything today to upset you," he place an innocent kiss at her stomach before that sly grin came back. "If what happened in the archives is any indication."

Mmm, the archives….

She inhaled again and closed her eyes, remembering that his taste was still sitting on the tip of her tongue from earlier that day. It was quite easily the best part of her day. After days of him torturously and beautifully pleasuring her, she finally got to return the favor in making him come undone in her mouth. Feeling so accomplished afterwards, she brushed his threat off as if it was nothing and forgot about it. But then, she stepped into her office and that feeling of confidence left her just as fast as it came.

She sighed as she looked down at him and rested her palm on his shoulder, his watchful eyes still looking back up at her. "Am I that obvious?" she replied with an arch of her brow, trying not to relish in the feel of his arms around her.

"No," he shook his head, his hands tracing patterns up and down her spine through her shirt and placing another kiss at the curve of her hip. "I'm just very observant. Especially, when it comes to you."

She hummed in response, not sure how to answer to that. Not even at all sure if she could answer to that. Fortunately, she didn't have to. "So are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

She thought about it for a moment, the ideas of pouring all of her thoughts and secrets of the day out to him. She knew she could trust him with them. He wasn't at all a blabber mouth. Hell, an argument could be made that he was just as secretive as she was so her thoughts becoming public was not an issue. She could trust him.

But the thought of even talking about it made mad and sick and tired all at the same time. So she pressed her lips again and shook her head.

"I'm fine," she muttered her lie, hoping it was sufficient enough for him.

He gazed up at her thoughtfully for a moment, saying nothing as his fingertips continued to trace her spine before dropping to the back of her legs. Humming, he pressed another soft kiss at her hip before dragging his nose along her body and pressing more kisses to her as he moved.

She gasped at the affections, that flame that only he seemed to cause coming up and licking at her senses. Her hand came up to his face and sweat soaked hair as she looked down at the top of his head.

"Jason… What are-

"Shhh…." He silenced placing another kiss on her, pressing his mouth harder against her skirt as his hands began to slide down her body. "Don't speak."

"Jason, I don't think-

"Don't think," he interrupted again, pressing another kiss to the top of her thigh. He peered up at her with his green eyes, something both dark swimming behind them that made something hot pool inside of her. "And don't speak. Just relax…"

His hands slid down to the back of her thighs to the back of her knees and dipped them underneath the hem of her skirt, tracing intricate patterns there as he continued to press his kisses against her abdomen, slowly ebbing her anger away and replacing it with something more… tantalizing.

His fingertips tickled pleasantly up her skirt and along her stockings, slowly pushing the stretchy fabric up her legs to bunch at her hips, exposing her to the cold air of his apartment. She swallowed deeply when she felt his mouth kiss at her thighs, his lips lingering and his tongue swirling lightly on her skin.

Nervous fingers threaded into his hair as he licked and nipped at the skin around her garters, her knees trembling from the feel of it all. She gasped again when she felt his fingers bite at her backside, squeezing the soft, voluptuous flesh there and pulling her closer to him and his mouth.

God, his mouth felt so good on her skin. So hot and insistent but so tender at the same time. It took everything inside her not to strip down and beg for him to take her right then and there.

He hummed softly as he tasted her flesh like he was savoring an exquisite dish, nipping at the juncture between her thigh and her core, nudging her legs open. Her breath hitched as he looked up at her again, her fingers tightening in his hair as he continued to lick and nip and kiss at the spot just a mere centimeters away from her core.

His sinful smirk crawled on his face as his fingers hooked into her light pink and black lacy underwear and began to slowly - excruciatingly slow, peel her panties down her legs, helping her step out of them and disregarding them to the side.

She blushed at the way he stared at her nakedness, like she was some sort of Goddess meant to be treasured and adored. He flicked his eyes up to her for a moment, watching her carefully as he placed more kisses at her now bare hips and traveled slowly down to her thighs.

The hellfire singed her nerves and skin, scorching her from the inside out as he palmed her hips and slide his tongue up the length of her inner thigh to that juncture again, lingering there before dropping down and doing it with the other leg. She whimpered as her hips bucked on their own accord towards his mouth. She wanted to feel that gorgeous mouth of his on her again. She wanted to feel that glorious and sinful tongue swirl around her and set everything on fire.

Dear god, she wanted to burn.

He looked up at her again with a teasing smirk, licking his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to her core. She trembled but he kept her steady with his hands on her hips and began to guide her to stand over the floor mat with him.

"Relax, Little Bird…" He whispered again, placing another kiss on her as he slowly leaned back and brought her down with him, carefully balancing them until the reached the floor.

She pulled at his hair lightly as she descended down over his face, her eyes widening as she realized exactly what he was doing. She looked down to see his eyes smiling back up at her with something mischievous waiting patiently behind them. He pressed another tender kiss against her core as his hands settled on her hips, tracing and squeezing her lightly.

He gave her one last tender look before his eyes darkened and he surged forward, his tongue licking at her core. She couldn't help the little cry that escaped her throat as her body jerked at the action, the muscles of her abdomen clenching slightly at the feeling. Her eyes slid closed as she felt his tongue swirl around her clit and hummed, sending lovely vibrations up her spine.

She groaned at the feeling, her head lolling back against her shoulders. Both her hands ran and pulled at his hair as she burned from his touch, the world fading away so that it was just her and his gloriously sinful mouth.

The fire inside her burned brighter and hotter as he lapped at her essence, making her grind and writhed on his face from the sweet, wonderful, and tortuous feelings he inflicted on her. His tongue was hot and berating on her core, pressing his tongue flat against her swollen flesh before flicking it and swirling his tongue around her again.

His hands squeezed the swell of her ass again, pressing her harder against his mouth with a low growl. It was as if he was an addict and she was his drug.

Never ever being able to get enough.

His hands gripped her hips and lifted her slightly before bringing her back down again on his tongue. She cried out, her voice echoing to the high ceiling of his apartment as he speared her with his tongue over and over again. One of his hands slid over her skin to the hot pink swell of her clit and began to rub circles over it, adding to her pleasure. She tried to hold back a moan as she leaned back, biting her lip but it was growing to be too much.

The flames were growing hotter and her moans and French obscenities were becoming more frequent with every single infinity that his face was smothered between her legs. Desperate for release from the hellish heaven of his mouth, she moved her hips faster against his mouth her body shaky from all the sensations.

His tongue moved faster over her, pressing his face harder against her core and humming lowly as he watched her slowly come apart over him. She whispered his name over and over again like it was the only word she knew, her breath swallow as she felt the flames consume her whole. Feeling out of control, she grabbed his hand from her hip and wove their fingers tightly together as if it would somehow help keep a hold of her sanity as the feelings began to overwhelm and crash into her.

"Jason…" She cried out as she came, her body shaking and shivering over him as he lapped up greedily at her essence.

Letting go of her hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to keep her steady as held her tight as she bent over to all fours over him, lapping up everything she had to offer until she was an empty bundle of nerves.

She swallowed hard and let out a guttural hum as she rode the waves of her aftermath, twitching at his slow opened mouthed kisses as her core, making sure that he didn't waste a single drop of her. When his lips finally released her, she rolled over off him and collapsed to the floor on her back, unable to hold herself up anymore.

Her eyes were closed but she knew he was smirking that infuriatingly sexy smirk of his. She felt his arm slid underneath her as he rolled over and pressed his shirtless body to hers. His other hand traced her cheek before he pressed his lips tenderly to her mouth, nudging it open and letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The smell of her clung to him like his cologne and she could help but feel a little swell of pride at the thought of marking him like that. She kissed him back lazily as she shivered against him, lying limp in his arms and letting him kiss her however long he wanted to as she floated in her post-bliss.

When their lips finally did part, she felt his nose nudge at hers "Feel better?"

An impolite snort escaped her lips. "Incredibly so… Thank you."

"You're welcome…" He said before he leaned down and kissed her lips again. "Although you shouldn't be thanking me just yet."

Her brows furrowed. "And why not?"

"Because I'm not done devouring you yet…" She felt his lips turn up into a sly smile and a flicker of heat licked at her loins. "Not by a long shot."

"Wait, what?" She breathed. Her eyes shot open just in time to see his grin looking down at her Before he began to kiss his way down her body to between her legs.

His threat from earlier echoed in her head:

"I'm going to spend eternity just tasting you, and when you come, I'll let you rest for just a minute… and then I'm going to do it all over again."

She took a sharp and shaky intake of breath when she felt his fingers bite at her hips again and lifted them up roughly to bury his face in the sanctuary between her legs.

"Oh god, Jason…"

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