Heat
Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon
Chapter Nine
December 5th, 2009
Saturday- slightly after midnight
Jason paid and tipped the limo driver.
He looked at Alexis, who was standing there in jeans and a red sweater, holding her wool coat, her purse and a pair of black leather gloves. Looking prim and proper, except for how flushed her face was, how shallow her breathing was, how her nipples were poking against her sweater like an invitation for him to push the cashmere up and lick and suck at her lace covered breast till it was wet, red, and glistening in the moonlight.
Damn. He had wanted her for months now. Wanted her since the first time he glanced down her blouse- that pale peach silk button up she had under her suit jacket, and glimpsed the swell of her breast. That was all it took. Suddenly he had to have that breast in his hands. Had to.
She filled up his mind from that day on.
He didn't try to stop it. Why would he? The fantasies were hot as all fuck. He needed them when he was locked up. And then she was there, every day, being his defense attorney and fueling more fantasies for him.
There were times he feared he would be convicted- have to leave everyone behind that he loved- and he needed something to hang on to then. Something to believe in.
His something, his someone, his salvation, became her. She kept him out of Pentonville and she kept his mind off of thinking about the worse case scenario as much as he could have been thinking about it if his attorney was Diane.
Alexis.
No one on earth could convince Jason this was wrong. He reached out and took her hand, leading her inside of the beach house.
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His hand slid into hers for the first time ever in her life. It felt so damn right to have him holding her hand. Safe.
And it felt powerful too. Like together they would be a force unlike any other that this world had ever known. There was nothing to fear anymore. Nothing to run from. No need to hide from her own heart. No need to be careful just in case. No need to make sure she was cautious this time.
She was sure. Confident. This is what she wanted tonight for herself and there was nothing that would stop her now from claiming it as her own. Him as her own. At least for a weekend, Jason Morgan belonged to Alexis Davis.
They had shared kisses already. Teasing kissing. Begging kisses. Tender, exploring kisses. Tongues dueling for dominance kisses.
Jason had wrapped both his arms around her from behind. He had intertwined their fingers while they kissed.
But never had he held her hand as they walked somewhere, like he did now. That feeling, him leading her toward the beach house, and then inside the door, left her dizzy. All of the hunger she was feeling had her brain overloaded. Her body hot to the touch. Her mind in a daze.
It was hard to get in a full breath, hard to walk, talk, think, hard to know her own name, hard to remember why she didn't want to do this the first time he suggested it. Hard to walk those few steps from the driveway to the house without stopping and kissing Jason right then and there.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she dropped her coat, purse and gloves onto the wood floor, flinging them like they were snakes in her arms. At the same time Jason cupped her face with his hands and they started kissing with a desperation that was all consuming.
She broke the kiss. Needing to get out of that sweater before she passed out from the heat. With her eyes on his for a long moment, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and then tugged it over her head and tossed it away from herself.
His eyes flared with even deeper desire as he saw her bra clad breasts, snug in a black lace and sitting there waiting for him to caress, to tweak her nipples, for him to lick his tongue over slowly and then fast, take into his mouth and suckle. Do with as he pleased.
In a flash he had his arm around her back, dragging her off her feet, as he started to kiss her again. He was strong enough to carry her like that, as he walked forward, and take them into the living room. Alexis whimpered against his lips as they kissed hungrily.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck.
When he set her down, she let out a protesting moan, her lips were already starting to feel bruised from his demanding kisses. When his mouth was not on hers she felt unsteady, wrong, ill. She needed his kiss right now more than she even needed food, water or air.
His kiss was life infusing.
Jason ground out "Sit down."
In a daze she followed his command, running her hand through her hair as she did. He lifted her foot and slipped off one boot, than the other, tossed them onto the ground, pulled off her socks, let them drop to the floor. His eyes were on hers as he let go of her foot.
Then he kicked out of his own shoes and pulled off his socks. Ripped off his shirt. The image he made was a man filled with an all consuming lust. Barefoot. Shirtless. Raw. Hers.
His belt hit the floor. Alexis let out a breathy sigh.
Threading his fingers into her hair, as he stood near the couch and she sat on it, he bent to kiss her. Then pressed her back, his body on her, as they lay down, their mouths joined. He was a wall of muscle. So hard and powerful.
Alexis ran her hands down his back for the first time. Then scrapped her nails lightly over him, eliciting a moan from Jason that filled her mouth and rang like music in her ears. His kisses moved over her jaw and then onto her neck. He sucked at the skin over her collarbone.
She hadn't been this out of her head for a man in so long. She felt like her full self again. Every part of her- not just the lawyer, friend, and mommy parts- were alive right at that moment.
He pulled her into a sitting position again, reached around her and undid her bra. She slipped out of it, breathing erratically. Her breasts were heavy and aching to be held, massaged, loved by him.
She watched him as he did just that. His thumb stroking over her nipple and then his hands closing over both her breasts. Sensations wracked her whole body. Because it was Jason...the killer, the friend, the guy who knew her history and didn't throw it in her face, who thought she was amazing for all she did, not ruined because of her sins and crimes and weakness....because it was him, it was so much hotter.
Alexis had no idea it would feel like this. His hands on her made her quiver with desire. She was so wet that he would have no doubt how he affected her by the time he was pulling her panties off. He would discover a soaked piece of lace with the scent of her need for him clinging to it.
He had both her breasts in his hands, his fingers working her nipples, and then he was licking at them. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. He stroked his tongue over her breast as if there was nothing else on earth he wanted to taste more.
That was until he drug her jeans off and her underwear. His eyes honed in on her slick wet folds. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
She couldn't believe how this felt. Knowing how intensely he wanted to taste her sweet, feminine liquid heat. She gulped.
He was nearly panting with desire. His eyes were burning with white hot lust. Jason was like a man possessed....obsessed...drive by primal needs that he couldn't ignore. He made her feel the full power of her beauty for the first time in years. Finally she wasn't some dirty little secret like with Floyd (and he wasn't her embarrassing incident, because she wanted this too much to be apologetic right now to anyone who didn't like the idea), and he wasn't her mistake like Jerry. He wasn't her insane, romantic fantasy like Ric. Bound to break apart her soul if she wasn't careful.
He was different than all of them because he Jason. This man who she knew for too many years to count up and who was driven by the same emotions she was- to fight and protect himself and his family at all costs. But protecting himself left him lonely and protecting them left him scarred. Just like her.
Tonight they would shed their roles and be two adults enjoying carnal pleasures.
His hands gripped both her legs and eased them backwards so that they were slightly bent, opening her up for him, and then he brought his lips close to her lips, nearly kissing her and making her let out a soft murmur when he went to her ear instead and whispered "You're so wet for me."
His hand slid down her stomach and the over her skin till he was running a finger through that wetness, as she shuddered against him. His lips sucked and nibbled her ear, his tongue sweeping over the curvy shell, and then his mouth made a meal of her throat. All the while his finger was gently teasing at her till she was pushing her hips up- hoping to get more friction.
Her hands were holding the back of his jeans, clutching them tightly, as she felt herself slipping further and further from rational thought. Becoming a woman just as possessed as this man who was caressing and kissing her body was.
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This is what he wanted. Needed. Craved.
Her taste on his lips as he sucked on that delicate neck of hers. His hands free to massage those ample, round, luscious tits. To suck them till she was tugging his hair and her moans were filling his ear- like they had earlier. Making him feel powerful because he got her to lose control
She wasn't pushing him away anymore. He could take her anyway he wanted to. As fast or slow as he wanted. She was his tonight. He was free to rip her panties off her. Like he owned what was hidden beneath that lace.
Her pretty black panties that were drenched because she was burning hot with lust over him.
What a fucking turn on.
Now he could tease her with his soft strokes over her pussy. Make her crazed and desperate. She would know what he felt for three long months in lock up. Know what this ache was like.
She kept lifting her hips and pushing against his fingers as he would lessen the pressure to a butterfly soft stroke till she relaxed and then increase the pressure till her head was flopping back and forth the couch, and she was lifting those hips again. Whimpering.
Beg for it, Alexis, he thought, with a smirk as he lightly circled her clit a few times. She dug her nails into his back and he let out a yelp.
Moving his eyes to where he could look down and into hers, he saw they were glittering with her desire for him. It was sexy as all hell. Suddenly games stopped meaning a thing.
She'd beg for him later. When he was satisfied and could hold out, going slow and teasing for hours if it took that, running ice over her nipples, pouring wine on her pussy and sucking it off of her, making her feel like he prayed she never felt before in her life.
So she wouldn't want this to be a one weekend thing.
He had been thinking about this for months. He wanted her clenched around him now. And he wanted her to want him next week. To know her legs would wrap around his back over and over. That the two of them would keep feeling this alive and connected.
Jason went without sex for way too long to be sane about it once he got with someone as gorgeous, breathtaking and alive as Alexis.
He sunk a finger inside of her. Her whole body arched as she cried "Yes!"
He started to work that finger in and out of her delicious heat, while he watched her face so he could revel in her pleasure. Another finger joined that one. He didn't waste time now with going slow or teasing her. His strokes were fast as he sunk into her.
Breathlessly she moaned and told him "Yes, yes, like that. Just like that."
Kissing down her body, enjoying the taste of her overheated, fragrant skin he made his way till his mouth was between her legs. Once again he sucked in the smell. Still pumping into her with his fingers, he kissed her thighs and mound. Then licked over her clit.
She bucked her hips upwards, forcing his face to mash against her. He sucked at her clit. That act was making him wild. To know he got to do that to her. This buttoned up lawyer who used to focus her glare on him and say she wasn't buying his stories and she knew what he was trying to pull.
And she always did. She was always his equal. And now she was the woman who let him make her this out of control.
Her walls clutched around his fingers, gripping him tightly, as she exploded into an orgasm.
"OH, FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried and he wondered if she even knew what she was saying or doing. She was withering around and shaking like crazy as her orgasm ripped through her lithe frame.
He pulled his fingers out and took one long awaited lick through her juices then drove his tongue into her so he could taste her cum as she gushed.
Her hands grabbed his head and pushed him against her. He could feel her start to convulse in another orgasm.
"FUCK, Jason! Fuck! Don't stop! Oh! Oh! OH!"
Stop. Never. He could feast on her for days because she tasted that damn good. Her juices flooded his mouth. Delicious. He couldn't wait till he could make her come again.