--Chapter 13 .:. NC/17--
He stared at her in silence for so long that Elizabeth was beginning to wonder if he actually didn't like that kind of surprise. Just when she was about to crawl off his lap and into a hole to die, Jason's strong arms closed gently around her waist as he pulled her down to him.
This time, his hand slipped underneath her curtain of soft chestnut hair, finding the base of her neck and grasping it gently so that he could control the pressure of the kiss. Her fingers trailed from his shoulder down his chest, stopping at the very last button before the dark blue oxford disappeared under his trousers.
His lips whispered over hers as he situated her more comfortably in his arms and Elizabeth inhaled his purely masculine scent deeply. Jason's lips caressed hers, at once gentle and firmly in command. He didn't request a response; he demanded it. And she found herself giving in with complete abandon.
His large hand moved up and down her back in a slow, torturous rhythm, encouraging her closer as their lips coupled. Jason pulled back long enough for her to suck in a quick breath of air before Elizabeth clenched his collar and pulled him right back to her. He swept her dark hair back, away from her face, and fisted his hand in her chestnut locks.
She was already dizzy by the time Jason deepened the kiss. His tongue swept over her bottom lip hesitantly before he sank his teeth into the plush flesh, nipping it and then tugging firmly. Elizabeth gasped and cupped his jaw, her mouth already open and waiting to receive him.
Jason growled low in his throat, ready to move in for the kill. His tongue slithered into her mouth without further preamble, instantly engaging hers in a sensuous duel. She mewed under his ministrations, surging against him and feeling delicious warmth spread through her body.
His hand hovered at her jaw before moving down over the silky skin of her neck. Elizabeth purred when his rough palm brushed lightly against the side of her breast through her olive green vest-shirt, on its way to her waist. Once there, he situated her more comfortably in his lap before letting his fingers slip under her shirt to her flushed and heated skin.
Unable to sit still for long without taking a more proactive role, Elizabeth was already at work popping the buttons of his crisp oxford shirt. The dark blue cotton clung to the hard planes of his chest and brought out his piercing eyes in incredible ways, but she still wanted it off in the worst possible way.
Jason growled as she finished up with the buttons and pulled the shirt roughly out of the waistband of his trousers. He slanted his mouth over hers with bruising force as the brunette peeled the cotton off his broad shoulders and shoved it down, having some trouble with the cuffs. He clasped his hands behind her back and quickly undid the cuffs himself before shrugging out of the oppressive shirt.
She let out a satisfied purr, her tongue still mating with his as she ran her fingers freely down his chest and over his washboard abs. For a man that seemed to do nothing but go over accounts in his cushy corner office, Jason Morgan was in excellent shape.
He enjoyed her ministrations and even encouraged them, seeking the zipper at the nape of her neck as her artistically inclined digits danced across his lower abdomen. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, tugging it lower to his trousers where he pressed it hard against his erection, letting her feel his burgeoning arousal.
Elizabeth gasped, giving him an opportunity to delve deeper into her mouth at the same time that Jason found her zipper and lowered it as far as it would go. She shivered when she felt his rough palm skim the silky skin of her back before teasingly snapping the strap of her bra. Encouraged now by his boldness, she took his cue to ease open the snap of his trousers and managed to lower the zipper over his increasingly engorged shaft.
Impatient now as her fingernails raked over him through his boxer-briefs, Jason's fingers moved to the hem of her shirt-vest and he tugged the olive green fabric up, whisking it easily over her narrow shoulders and sending it sailing to the floor.
Elizabeth let out a low moan as his lips moved to the column of her throat. It was a somewhat awkward angle given their sitting position, but the man knew how to do amazing things with his mouth and she certainly wasn't about to complain. His large, rough hand sought out her pert breast and he molded the soft flesh to the inside of his palm, rubbing her through the silk bra. But his fingers soon came in contact with a crisp square folded there and Jason pulled back long enough from marking her throat to pluck out a yellow note that she had tucked into her bra earlier.
She blushed when he wagged it in front of her, recognizing Carly's note and knowing from the amused glimmer in his unearthly blue eyes that he had somehow already seen the contents. "Whoops – did I forget to show you that?"
Jason snickered and tossed the paper over his shoulder, forgetting it as soon as it left his fingers. Instead, he turned his attention back to her milky breasts that now strained against the silky fabric of her bra. The brunette arched her back when he cupped her roughly, pushing the heaving mounds further into his hand in blatant offering.
Jason accepted her without a hint of hesitation and strummed her forcibly, encouraging her lusty moans by nipping at the marble column of her throat. He tweaked her between his thumb and forefinger, splaying one hand at the small of her back and preparing to lower her down onto the blanket.
Elizabeth wound her arms around his neck, moving with him when he shifted and gently lowered her until her back hit the soft blanket. His legs were on either side of hers and the brunette shifted impatiently, trying to wrangle his pants down since he already had her in a precarious state of undress.
But Jason resisted her best attempts and continued to nibble her soft, heated flesh as his hands played with her breasts and then skimmed down her stomach, admiring how the sensitive muscles quivered under his touch. Without warning, he reached down and unsnapped her knickers, easing them down her milky legs and beckoning her to kick them away.
She obliged, scraping her nails against his scalp as he moved down her neck to her chest, brushing a light path to the valley of her breasts. There, he easily undid the clasp of her bra with his teeth and peeled the scraps of silk back, exposing her.
Elizabeth squirmed, mewing when his hot mouth closed around her breast. He enjoyed teasing her as she had teased him, and she was only now beginning to regret that. He nipped at her with his teeth before moving back up to her throat just as his large hand wandered stealthily downward.
He was distracting her with his mouth, weaving wonderful, sensuous patterns with his tongue across her throat, and Elizabeth barely realized what else he was attempting until it was too late. Her back arched up off the floor the instant his fingers skimmed her swollen slit, reveling in the evidence of her arousal.
Jason quieted her down with nonsensical words of comfort and reassurances of her beauty. Unable to help herself, the brunette left eight thin red trails down the strong, rippling plane of his back as Jason pushed her panties down her thighs and slipped one long, lean digit inside of her.
She was a small woman, so he shouldn't have been surprised by how constricted the velvety passage was. But Jason couldn't help letting out a short pant against her neck as he strained to ease that single finger into her, working slowly and gently as she continued to claw at his back.
He tugged on her earlobe, making her groan as her own hands wandered down from his marked and tortured backside to his rear, and Jason involuntarily surged against her when she gripped him hard there. Seizing her advantage, Elizabeth grasped the fabric of his black dress pants and tugged, lowering his boxers along with the trousers. Jason helped her by pushing them down further until he could kick them away.
He ignored her low moan of protest when he eased his fingers out of her molten depths, and Jason pressed his mouth to hers once more as he deftly reached for his pants to pull out his wallet. Elizabeth once again attempted to use the moment to her advantage by flipping them over so that she could be on top, but Jason quickly plucked a condom out of his wallet and resisted her attempts, smirking when her back hit the blanket again with a soft thud.
"I like to be in control, remember?" he growled into her ear, making her gasp as he marked the sensitive spot with his teeth.
She chuckled to herself, the light laughter rumbling through her small body as Jason sheathed himself. "I remember."
Jason answered her cheekiness with a soft kiss, and Elizabeth nibbled on his lips as his hand grasped her knee gently and parted her legs so that he could slip in. He growled when their bodies met, struggling against the urge to let go the minute her molten heat enveloped him.
The brunette let out a groan and gripped his shoulders, waiting until he was almost fully inside her before bringing her legs back together between his. The fit was increasingly tighter now and Jason pushed himself up onto his elbows to look at her in bewilderment, but the satisfied twinkle in her sapphire eyes encouraged him on.
Grunting, he pushed into her again, holding still for a moment before attempting to pull out. Still, she kept her legs closed, intensifying the dizzying sensations as waves of pleasure ripped through his body.
Elizabeth bit her lip, focusing on her breathing in an attempt to stay with him. As Jason got used to the constricted space, his thrusts became slightly smoother and the brunette decided it was time to up the ante.
She pressed the sole of her right foot to the top of her left, holding him in tighter, and Jason didn't last long after that. With one last thrust, as hard as he could manage, he tripped over the edge and took her with him, exploding inside the molten depths of her velvet caverns.
Their bodies kept up the rhythmic thrusting motions until the movements became sluggish and their breathing once again returned to normal. Jason was still panting lightly but took the time to carefully situate her comfortably in his arms. Elizabeth snuggled against his chest as he drew the other part of the blanket over her, and tapped out a pleased melody on his chest with her fingertips.
"I like being in control, too, you know."
The sunlight streamed in through the open balcony doors and Elizabeth shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness that already greeted her upon the first movement. She blinked against the bright light until her eyes got used to it and then looked around for her houseguest.
But Jason was nowhere to be found. Still, Elizabeth wasn't worried; she already knew the consequences of jumping to conclusions when it came to the reticent businessman. He was probably off fixing them some coffee or something.
Moving sluggishly, she groped around and found his wrinkled blue shirt lying a few feet away. Standing, she pulled it on and buttoned it up before resuming her search for her elusive partner. Sure enough, the light in the bathroom was on and she could hear the faucet running as Jason washed up. Everything was always very simple with that man, which meant that there was very little reason for her to worry.
Running a hand through her unruly hair, she plodded into the kitchen to see if her sister had been kind enough to leave some coffee somewhere. After a few minutes of rummaging, she opened a cabinet and spotted a small canister of grounds along with Carly's sparkly pink coffee maker – the one that she had sacrificed for the day to leave at Harborview Towers.
Elizabeth shook her head and pulled it down, noticing a note Post-It stuck to the handle. She plucked it off and squinted down at the tiny script.
Sis –
If you found this coffee, that means the night went really well. And seeing as how that realization gives me hives, this note is going to be short and sweet, like you. Bring me back my coffee maker post haste or you die.
Love,
Carly – who
still thinks Jason can go choke
The brunette laughed and crumpled the note up, leaving it on the counter as she set to work making the coffee. Jason was still washing up by the time it was done and Elizabeth dumped in a bit of sugar from a canister that Carly had stashed for them and walked out into the main room with two steaming mugs in her hand.
She set hers on the mantle to cool and was about to do the same with his when the bathroom door opened and Jason stepped out, dressed in his boxers and his dress pants. He smirked when he saw her wearing his shirt and immediately drew closer, as if magnetically drawn to the coffee.
Elizabeth held it out to him, not realizing until it was too late that he had managed to snake an arm around her waist at the same time. He took the coffee from her hand and pulled her up against his chest simultaneously, pressing a quick kiss to her plump lips before taking a sip of the scalding liquid.
"Morning."
"Morning," she replied, moving with him when he quickly set the mug back on the mantle so that he could devote his full attention to her.
"You sleep okay?"
Elizabeth quirked a brow at him, remembering how he had persistently kept waking her up the night before. "Is that a trick question?"
Laughter made his chest rumble as he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kept her pulled flush against him. "Maybe."
"Yeah, well," she replied dryly, swatting his bicep as she tossed her hair out of her face. "Think we'll be let out of this cage any time soon?"
"Don't care," came the simple answer as Jason lowered his mouth to hers once again, seizing her plump lips in a proper morning-after kiss. Elizabeth laughed against his mouth, already cupping the back of his neck and using her hold to keep him close.
"Mm," she murmured absently, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. "Coffee okay? Lemme guess – too much sugar."
"It's fine," he replied, kissing the corner of her mouth in that teasing, infuriating but extremely decadent way of his. "Most people take sugar with their coffee – but I see now that you take coffee with your sugar."
Elizabeth laughed, knowing it was true. "Hey, where did you think all that energy last night came from?"
Jason grinned, still nipping at her plush lower lip as she tried to keep some legible words in her head. "You want me to fix you another cup?"
He shook his head, more interested in what his lips were currently doing to her ear. Elizabeth hissed quietly and threaded her fingers through his sandy hair, arching her back suddenly when he hit the right spot. "O-Oh, you sure? Because I can."
"Nope," came the satisfied answer as Jason's teeth nipped her earlobe. "I'm doing just fine."
She could feel her knees beginning to go weak and wondered – not for the first time – how the hell the man kept doing that, and so quickly, too. "Oh. A-Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?"
"There is one thing."
"Hm?"
He pulled away from her enough to look at her, and her heart skipped a beat at the mischievous twinkle in his cerulean eyes. "I want my shirt back."
Elizabeth grinned, laughing to herself as his large hands roamed her body over the dark blue oxford shirt. She tossed her bangs out of her eyes, not hearing the quiet footsteps in the hallway outside.
"Fine," she smirked back, bringing her fingers to the first button. "You want this back? You got it."
Jason's eyes twinkled as she undid the buttons one by one, revealing her glorious body to him before letting the shirt slip down her milky shoulders to the floor. He reached for her instantly though she came willingly, and neither heard the lock click until it was too late.
"Morning, kids," Carly sang out, shoving the door open and stepping inside. "How was-"
Elizabeth squealed and instantly dove behind Jason whose back was toward the door and peered out at her sister over his shoulder. "Carly!"
"Woah!" the blonde exclaimed, covering her eyes with her hand when she noticed their precarious state of undress. As it was, Jason Morgan was dressed only in his pants with his back toward her, hiding a very naked Elizabeth behind him. "Geez, sorry!"
"Carly, you're unbelievable," the brunette seethed, gripping Jason like a lifeline. "And, hey – close the damn door, why don't you?"
"Sorry, Elle," Carly couldn't help laughing as she ducked out of the occupied penthouse. "Won't happen again – it better not, or I'll have to fork out a couple grand to have my retinas burned."
Jason felt the brunette relax only slightly when the door clicked shut, but Elizabeth hadn't even managed to reach for his shirt before it opened once more and the blonde stuck her head back in.
"Hey," she interrupted, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief as her stepsister screeched. "So I guess this means that you like our new place, huh?"
The End