Super smutty – very NC17
Chapter 7
Elizabeth Webber was drunk. Well almost there, oh who was she kidding. She was three sheets to the wind on her way to four. And she didn't right care. As long as Coleman kept the drinks coming she was content. So things hadn't gone as well with her Grams, but what did she expect? Audrey Hardy welcoming the town Mob Boss into the family with open arms. But god she was so quiet, and she is disappointed in me. That's the worse thing a family member can say to another. But dammit, I'm a grown woman. I have two children and have been married three times, well technically. I am a dedicated nurse, mother, and friend. I sit back and watch Lucky with Sam, Patrick, Robin and Emma and Nicholas and Nadine. Dammit, when is it Elizabeth's turn to live the normal happy life with the man she loves? Well as normal as guards, guns and late night meetings that I know nothing about. But when have I ever been conventional. Nothing about my life in Port Charles has been conventional.
"Coleman, tequila my fine sir."
"Whoa, Little Lizzie might want to slow down or you will force me to pour you into a bed upstairs. I could certainly join my dear lady, if you like." Coleman purred.
"That's so cute Coleman. Thinking I would be desperate or drunk enough to go upstairs with you. Well let me tell you sir, this heart and this body belongs to one man and that man is."
"Morgan, what can I do for you this evening sir? Beer?"
"Yeah Coleman, that would be great."
"Jason – my man. What are you doing here?"
"Elizabeth, your drunk. I have been looking for you all afternoon. Why haven't you been answering your phone? I thought something was wrong with you. Where are the boys?"
"See, I told Grams you loved me. Coleman, where is that tequila dammit. Anyway on my way home after my visit with Grams, I called Lucky and asked if he wanted the boys for the day, since he didn't get a chance to spend too much time with them over the holidays. So I dropped them off at Lucky's and then I guess, came here."
Jason nods his ok at giving Elizabeth more to drink.
"This is about Audrey. Want to tell me what happened?"
"I'm here at a bar in the middle of the afternoon. How do you think it went? She was thrilled that I am dating a hooligan."
"A what?"
"A hooligan. That is the only name my darling grandmother could come up with in reference to your character. Jason, she said nothing to me. I'm talking absolute quiet. One minute I'm telling her we're together and your Jake's father - "
"You told her Jake is my son?"
"Well of course. I want everyone to know Jason. I'm tired of lying to everyone, including our child."
"Your drunk."
"You may be right. But I know what I want. I want you and me and the boys to be a family. I want the boys to be surrounded by people that love them, no matter what. I want Cam and Jake to become their own person, not what someone thinks they should be. I want to grow old with you and have more babies. Uh Just not in that order. You know what I'm saying."
"I know, but I want you to start from the beginning. What happened at Audrey's?"
"That's the thing Jason. Nothing happened. I told her about us and Jake and she got spooky quite, went upstairs and grabbed the boys and told us to leave. Jas, she told me she was disappointed in me." Elizabeth's eyes began to fill with tears as she recounted her visit with Grams. Jason's heart broke as the pain began to fill up across her face. Her heart was breaking and it was his fault, again.
"Quite thinking that way Morgan. This is not your fault and I know that is what you are thinking. Let's get this straight right now. This thing between us is real and if my family wants to disown me, then that's fine. But I will be damned if I will sit idly by and let anyone hurt our children. As long as Grams still wants to be in the boys life and be respectful when they are with her, she doesn't have to talk to me. I'm not going to so I won't care, of course it will hurt, but this about the boys. I want to see her explain to two toddlers why she doesn't want to spend time with them anymore, cause dammit, I won't do it. I won't break their hearts because adults want to throw a temper tantrum. Hey, lets go play pool."
Before Jason could even respond to Elizabeth's rambling, Elizabeth had spun off her bar stool and wobbled towards an empty pool table.
"Elizabeth, honey you have had a long day and you are drunk. I don't think you want to play pool."
"Hey if indeed I am as drunk as you keep pointing out, then the game won't last too long and once it's over, we can go home and." Elizabeth began to whisper all the things that Jason could do to her or vice versa. Jason's face grew quite white at the things this woman was saying.
"Jesus woman, what am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want."
"One game, then I take you home, alright?"
"Rack em up Morgan."
Jason set the table up and Elizabeth won the toss to shoot first. She walked around to the front of the table and bent down to take her shot, all the while making sure Jason had a pleasant view. Jason knew he was being teased and he didn't care. Elizabeth had the tightest little ass and she was purposely wiggling it in his direction. He was enjoying his current view as he surveyed her legs from where they started to the strappy heels peaking out from the bottom of her jeans. Her shoes were doing this to his mind. He reminded himself to make sure those stayed on tonight, he wanted to experiment.
"Jason – yoohoo, are you there? Hey, butthead wake up and come over here. I can't remember how to do this." She lied, she knew how to play. Hell, Jason was the one who taught her how to play. But between the events of the day and the alcohol, she desired to have Jason as close to her as possible.
"What seems to be the problem."
"I can't seem to hold the stick right." She nibbled on her bottom lip innocently.
Jason circled around her before he turned her back against the table, placing his hands on either side of her hips. He leaned forward inches from her ear and whispered, "You've never had a problem with my stick, why should this time be any different."
A blush of color instantly shaded Elizabeth's face as Jason backed up and took his place back on his stool. Elizabeth pouted her full, juicy lips in Jason's direction and all he could do was laugh in her direction while he shook his head. Elizabeth sauntered up to Jason and placed her hands to his shoulders and got within range of his ears and whispered, "Baby, I'd rather suck your stick, than slide it between my fingers." She backed away and her demeanor quickly changed, "Now will you help make the shot or not? Cause I'm sure Coleman would be more than happy to help me make the shot."
Whoa darlin, don't go gettin me involved in your little mating ritual over here. I just deliver the drinks and rent the rooms. While I have no problems entertaining the clientèle, I'm not a stupid shit to get near Morgan's girl."
"Well, pooh, you guys are no fun tonight."
Jason stood from his stool to approach his inebriated love (but more importantly, to shift himself as his pants where too tight after she mentioned "sucking his stick") He grabs the pool cue from Elizabeth's grasp and turns her around to face the pool table.
"OK Miss Webber, lets try this again. I want you take to the cue like so and thread your fingers through the shaft collar. With your other hand, I want you to firmly, but gently grip the wrap and hit the cue ball." Elizabeth does as she is instructed and a flurry of colored and striped balls dance across the table with four solid colored balls entering the various pockets. Elizabeth squeals with glee and jumps in Jason's arms kissing him fervently.
"Yeah, I did it. See, you're a good teacher. Maybe you can teach me a few things later back at home." Elizabeth purred as she licked her lips.
"You keep this up and I might have to. But only if you keep the shoes on."
Elizabeth looked down at her shoes and then back up at Jason who was staring at her intently. She didn't know what he had planned, but it was making her hot with curiosity.
"Well, why don't we continue this at home and you can give me private lessons?"
"Elizabeth, the game isn't over."
"Isn't it?" Elizabeth asks while she walks over to the location of the eight ball and drops it in is adjacent pocket, "Oops, looks like you won the game. How about we head home and I give you your prize."
"Oh you are in so much trouble, I hope you realize this."
"I certainly hope so, cause I have been really bad." She giggles lustfully.
Jason throws a couple of bills on the counter and tells Coleman to make sure that nothing happens to Elizabeth's car tonight. They'll pick it up tomorrow.
"Don't worry about it my man, your little ladies car will be safe and sound. Don't do anything I wouldn't do or would."
Jason escorted Elizabeth outside of Jakes slightly cussing himself for bringing his bike and not his SUV. Elizabeth couldn't be more pleased. She quickly hopped on fastening her helmet, pleading with Jason that she could handle it and wouldn't get sick.
Elizabeth Webber was free, or at least that was how she felt when she was on the back of Jason's motorcycle. The wind beating her in the face, whipping her already messy curls all around her. Despite the cold weather, she was extremely warm. A mixture of tequila and adrenaline and anticipation. Being like this with Jason made her forget everything around her. With every turn and dip her screams of excitement and laughter penetrated Jason's thoughts. It would be his mission to always make Elizabeth this happy.
They reached Elizabeth's quiet, hidden home off a country road in Port Charles. The ride had sobered Elizabeth enough that she could walk properly. Jason parked his bike against the side of her home so that it wouldn't be seen. Elizabeth was frantically searching her purse for her house keys, trying to recall the events as to where they could be.
"Looking for these dear?"
Why do you? Oh, I forgot, you were going to walk the house. And what did you find?"
"The house is ok, not much adjustments to be made. All the work can be done in a weekend's time and we can certainly discuss this in the morning. Right now, someone is supposed to give me a prize for winning the game." Jason smirked as he slid the key into lock.
Elizabeth's breath sucked in as Jason pushed her against the cold door to unlock it. As the door opened they fell into the house with Elizabeth landing on her behind and Jason was not far behind.
"Sorry, the door tends to stick when it's cold and when you do open it, it tends to force you in the house."
"I'll make sure the guys take a look at that."
Jason and Elizabeth both collected themselves from the floor and shut the door. Jason threw his coat on the chair in the dining room and followed Elizabeth to the living room as they planted themselves onto the couch.
"So I was thinking, why don't you start a fire and grab a blanket and some pillows from the bottom closet and make a pallet and then grab a bottle of wine a two glasses. I'm going to run up stairs and change into something a little more comfortable."
"Um, ok. Don't take to long. There is still the discussion of my prize."
"Oh don't worry, I haven't forgot. And you still owe me private lessons. Turn on some music too."
Jason shook his head and laughed. She was still drunk. He had concluded that he was probably not going to be intimate with Elizabeth tonight after how much she'd had to drink. Between the energy of the motorcycle ride, the alcohol and her apparent visit with Audrey, as soon as she sits down, she will crash. But if it meant he would fall asleep with Elizabeth in his arms, he couldn't complain. And tomorrow, they would talk and he could see the boys. Jason glanced at the pictures on the mantle. Cameron was the spitting image of his mother, from his smile, to his eyes to the mess of curls atop his head. And Jake, Jake was his son. His mothers pale skin and his blond hair and blue eyes. Jason felt a mixture of pride and heart break as he looked at pictures of the boys. But that would soon change, cause he no intentions of leaving his family, ever.
Jason grabbed the blankets and pillows, started the fire and grabbed some wine. He turned on the stereo which was playing quiet jazz, something to fill the background while he waited for Elizabeth. He sat on the couch and took off his shoes and t-shirt. The fire was making the room extremely warm and his tank top he had on underneath was more than enough to keep him comfortable.
"So Mr. Morgan, what do you think of your prize."
Jason whipped his head around and was completely taken aback. Elizabeth was standing at the foot of the stairs in this in this black teddy bodysuit that was sheer with the exception of black criss cross strips wrapped around her body and fabric specifically covering her breasts and panty area. The body suit was long sleeved and the material hugged her body literally like a glove and her legs were encased in thigh high stockings that matched the design of her teddy and on her feet where those strappy black heels that seemed to drive him insane. Dammit Morgan you gotta breath.
"Wow."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Those would be about the only words coming to mind at the moment. Elizabeth you look absolutely...wow."
Elizabeth giggled at Jason's loss of words. Typically the mobster said very little, but in this case he was stumbling for words. Elizabeth joined Jason in front of the fire. She was actually a little nervous. Jason had practically examined her with his tongue the other day, but she felt shy standing in front of him like this.
"So Mr. Morgan, how do you wish to collect your prize."
"I think before I collect, I owe someone private lessons and I intend to deliver."
"And I intend on making you pay until I'm completely satisfied."
"Oh I have no doubt that either of us will end of completely satisfied before the nights out."
Elizabeth shoved Jason to the floor and stood in front of him, feeling more vulnerable than she ever thought possible. She knelt to Jason's level and gently caressed his face and ran her fingers towards the back of Jason's head gripping the hair at the nape of his neck before crashing her mouth to his. He moaned at her forcefulness and arched herself further into Jason's body. Their kiss was intense to say the least as she nipped at his lips while he begged entrance to her mouth with his tongue. She gladly acquiesced and their kisses became more desperate. They broke when air was required. Elizabeth was flush with desire, her lips bruised and swollen. Jason's eyes were dark and appeared as he was drunk with desire. He ran his hands along Elizabeth's arms, the fabric sent chills down his spine. It almost vibrated against his touch.
"You make me feel over-dressed." Jason said as he slid his tank top off and threw it across the back of the couch. "That will do for now."
Jason grabbed Elizabeth and laid her gently down on the floor. Elizabeth almost didn't notice that Jason had moved her furniture, giving them more room on the open floor.
"God you are so beautiful. When did you get this? Or better yet, not that I'm complaining, why did you get this?"
"Your so cute. I um actually bought this for our trip to Italy. I know it's weird, but the idea of not having to act restrained around you and being able to be open in public with our relationship. It made me feel sexy, you make me feel sexy, and I thought this would something we could enjoy together."
"Oh baby, believe me, I enjoy it. I certainly could enjoy staring at you like this all the time. But, um was it expensive?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"The kind that I want to find out if I'm going to feel guilty in the morning or not."
"Feel guilty for what?"
"For ripping it off your body."
"Oh – well if that is your only concern, make me a promise. For every piece of clothing you destroy, you owe me two to replace it. And if your really good, I'll let you come with me to the store."
Jason groaned at the image of watching Elizabeth model outfits like the one she had on for him. He was turned on even more by this side of her. He never thought that she was holding back a part of herself when they had to hide their relationship. He was going to make sure that she never had to be ashamed or afraid of who she was or what they meant to each other. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Kissed her lips, her chin, her ears, her sweet spot behind her ear, her neck, her collarbone. He couldn't stop, it was if he was starving and she was the only one that could cure his hunger.
He sat up, taking his hands and started a trail with his fingertips from middle of her thighs down to her ankles. He grabbed her left leg and raised it straight up into the air so that the tip of her heel was in his sight next to his face. He could see her panting with desire and she licked her lips with anticipation of the pleasure he was going to bestow onto her tonight. Jason began to place kisses starting at her feet, working his way down to her ankles, her calves, the soft spot behind her knee and stopping and the top of her thigh highs.
"You won't be needing these tonight. I prefer to feel your skin on mine. I'm addicted to the feel of your body on mine."
With that he slowly rolled the thigh high off her leg and down to her foot, slipping her heel off and tossing the sheer hose in a pile next to his shirt. And then delicately he replaced the sexy stiletto back onto her foot. He repeated the same routine with the other leg. Jason then continued his trail of kisses further up her thigh. He could feel the heat radiate from her center as he got closer. He placed wet kisses to the outside of her body suit and even then he could tell she was wet for him. She bucked as he placed kisses to the outer folds of her core. He pulled away and she groaned when she realized he was gone.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing yet, I'm just not sure how to get into this outfit, or better yet, how to get you out."
"Well, you can take it off of me the right way or your way. Whichever you prefer."
"Whose to say my way isn't the right way?" He growled.
With that he took the fabric at her panty line and ripped it open, exposing her pleasure spot, moist and glistening, waiting to be ravaged. Without hesitation, his lips are placed firmly at the center of her mound, sucking and licking at her already flowing juices. Elizabeth is writhing at every feel of Jason's tongue. Jason slowly slides in one digit, her walls clamp around it as he slides it in and out. Elizabeth bucking and mewing at every thrust. Jason continues to assault her inner folds with his tongue. He can tell by her breathing she is close to climaxing. He begins to squeeze her breasts and her tight nipples. The combination of both pleasures send her crashing into the first of many orgasms and Jason erratically bites down on her clit, sending shock waves through her body. Her breathing is reduced to groaning as Jason continues to lap up the juices that continue to flow freely from her body.
"You taste so good to me." Jason gives Elizabeth a moment to come down off of the high she is on. Elizabeth notices the bead of sweat that has formed at the base of Jason's forehead.
"What do you say we continue this upstairs in the bedroom. It is a little warm down here."
"Whatever you say, but you know the location isn't going to change the temperature between the two of us."
Elizabeth throws the pillows on the couch and wraps herself up in the blanket from the floor and goes to start walking up the stairs when she feels Jason grab her by the wrist and pick her up and toss her over his shoulder.
"Jason, what in the hell are you doing? Put me down, I can walk up the stairs."
Yeah, but I like the view from where I'm standing."
"Come to think of it, I'm rather enjoying my view at the moment."
With that Elizabeth snaked her hand down Jason's pants to search out that what she was craving, causing Jason to jolt as he was walking up the stairs.
"Unless you want to be dropped on your head, you might want to stop that."
Aww, whats the matter, no control?" She asks as she continues to run her fingers across Jason's growing manhood. Jason takes the stairs two-by-two as he can no longer control himself with Elizabeth messing with him like this. Her enters her room and tosses her on the bed and practically pounces on the woman, he is so entranced. Jason grabs the fabric still on Elizabeth's body and tears it off. Her body reddens from the were the fabric was torn. Elizabeth reaches for his jeans and frantically undoes the belt and the buttons of his jeans before letting them pool onto the floor. Jason slides his boxers to the floor before completely joining Elizabeth in the bed. He slides the both of them under the covers as he adjusts himself on top of her. He balances his weight accordingly so that he doesn't crush her frame. His growing erection rubs against her wanting core and she cries out.
"Jason, please don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing baby, I would never do that to you."
Jason guided his throbbing cock to Elizabeth's hot pussy and with one quick thrust entered her. Her first instinct was to wrap her legs around Jason's waist in hopes that it would pull him closer. But in doing that she scraped his back with her heels.
"Jason, I need to take my shoes off, so that I don't hurt you."
"Nope. I want to fuck you in these heels. I want your legs over my shoulders so that I can pound into your slick center. I want to feel you quake around my cock."
"Then fuck me Jason. Quit talking about fucking me and fuck me."
Jason began to pound into Elizabeth pulling almost all the way out before he slammed right back into her. This was completely animal and veracious in their style of lovemaking. Jason grabbed Elizabeth's legs and threw them over his shoulders as continued his assault to her pussy. Elizabeth's eyes began to roll back into her head and the sounds emanating from mouth were not coherent. Jason could feel Elizabeth's walls begin to tighten and new she was close, but he wanted it to build even more. He wanted her to come apart with her orgasm. Jason rolled over and Elizabeth was now on top of him. Jason guided her hips as she rode him. He could feel that his release was close as he gripped her hips, he was probably going to leave a bruise. Elizabeth began to thrash and moan as she gripped her nails into his chest. Jason thumbed her clit as she cried out in ecstasy which sent him over the edge howling her name. Elizabeth collapsed into Jason's chest, both of them heaving as they tried to catch their breath.
"That – was – amazing. You never cease to amaze me Jason. But tell me what the deal was with the shoes."
"I'm not sure. Something about them just make me feel so animalistic. That I wanted your body that much more."
"Well, baby – I will wear whatever you want if you promise me that we have repeats of that as often as possible."
"I think that is a promise I can keep. But I don't know about you, but I feel like I could go for round two, how about you."
Elizabeth smiled and kissed Jason as he rolled her over and made love over and over again all night.
