Chapter 4

ASHLEY'S POV

Jason took me to a room upstairs. Away from the noise and bustle of the party.

"I've been seeing you," he said, his gaze fixed on mine. "Online... ever since Steph showed me your picture."

My breath caught again.

"And now you're here... looking like this."

The space between us instantly felt too small.

He stepped closer.

I should have stepped back. I didn't.

I knew exactly how wrong it was, but my body didn't care.

When he reached for me, his hand curved around the back of my neck. His thumb traced the line of my jaw and then his mouth found mine. And I stopped being a good friend entirely.

The kiss started soft. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth like he was testing how much I'd give him and I was giving him everything immediately.

His hand slid from my jaw down my neck and kept going, fingers grazing the edge of my neckline and my breath hitched against his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. His chest was rising and falling faster than it had been.

"Tell me to stop," he said.

"Don't stop," I answered.

He stood, pulling me up with him and walking me backward until the wall caught me. His body pressed into mine and I felt him, all of him, against my hip and my brain went completely off.

His mouth found my neck and I tipped my head back against the wall, hands gripping his shoulders, nails already digging into his skin.

"Jason...

"

"Yeah," he said against my throat. Like he already knew.

His hands found the hem of my crop top and pulled it up slowly, deliberately, watching my face the whole time like he was waiting for me to stop him.

I didn't stop him.

He pulled it over my head and dropped it somewhere behind me and then he just looked. Eyes moving down my chest, my stomach, back up. And the way he looked made my skin tingle.

His hands came up and cupped my breasts through my bra, squeezing once. Firm and unhurried. And I felt my nipples harden immediately, pressing against the fabric like they were trying to get his attention.

They got his attention.

He reached behind me and unclasped it with one hand and it fell forward and his hands were back before I'd even taken a full breath, palms warm and heavy against my bare skin.

He squeezed again and I inhaled sharply.

His thumbs found my nipples. Slow circles. Barely any pressure. Just enough to make my hips shift restlessly against the wall.

"Oh, Jason..."

He pinched.

The sound that came out of me was embarrassing. Sharp and helpless and way too loud for the room. My back arched forward into his hands involuntarily and he did it again, rolling both nipples between his fingers with exactly enough pressure to ride the line between too much and not enough.

My thighs were already pressing together.

He dropped his head and his mouth closed over my left nipple and I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and held on.

His tongue worked slow circles and then he sucked deeply, and heat shot straight down through my stomach and pooled between my legs and I was already done, already completely gone, and he hadn't even touched me there yet.

He moved to the other one. Same thing. Slower this time. Like he was enjoying it. Like he had all night and intended to ruin me first.

"Please," I said to the ceiling.

He looked up at me from where his mouth was still on my breast. Dark eyes. Absolutely aware he was destroying me.

He stood back up to full height and his hands found the waist of my jeans. He popped the button. My zipper went down.

One hand stayed on my breast. His thumb still working my nipple in those slow, devastating circles while the other slipped inside my jeans and found me already soaked through my barely-there underwear.

He went still for a second. Just feeling it. Both hands full of me and completely still.

Then he groaned quietly into my neck like I'd done something to him personally.

"Fuck, Ashley."

He pushed the fabric aside and his fingers met my bare skin and I bit down on his shoulder to keep the sound inside my mouth.

He worked me slow at first. Two fingers moving against my slick folds in long, unhurried strokes that made my thighs shake while his other hand kept rolling my nipple between his fingers. The two sensations fed each other until I couldn't tell which one was driving me more insane.

"Look at me," he commanded.

And I looked at him.

His eyes were dark and completely focused and he held my gaze as he pushed two fingers inside me and his thumb pressed my nipple flat against his palm at the exact same moment.

My mouth fell open and no sound came out for a full second because my body was too busy shorting out to manage one.

"There she is," he murmured.

He curled his fingers and I gasped, hips bucking forward, and he used the hand that had been on my breast to pin them back against the wall, fingers still slick from where they'd been touching me, pressed warm against my hip bone.

"Stay still."

I couldn't stay still. My walls were clenching around his fingers and every slow curl sent heat spreading through my lower belly.

"Jason, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please..." I reached up and grabbed his hand and pressed it back against my breasts because I needed both and I didn't care how desperate that was.

He obliged.

Both hands worked at the same time now. His fingers curling inside me while his palm pressed and squeezed and his thumb worked my nipple. And I was shaking all over, completely overwhelmed.

He fingered my throbbing pussy until I was completely undone. And then he withdrew and I nearly protested until I heard his belt.

He turned me around.

My bare breasts pressed against the cool wall and I hissed at the contact, nipples impossibly sensitive now, the surface rough and cold against skin that felt like it was running a fever.

Both his muscular arms gripped my hips and pulled them back.

Then I felt the blunt pressure of him finding me from behind.

He pushed in slow. My mouth opened and nothing came out.

His cock was huge. Exactly as big as I'd imagined staring at that Instagram photo in my bedroom last night.

The stretch was overwhelming and perfect and my walls gripped around his cock as he worked his way in inch by inch and I pressed my forehead to the wall and just breathed.

"You okay?" he said, voice tight.

"Don't stop," I managed.

He bottomed out and held there for a moment, one hand flat on my hip, the other reaching around and finding my breast again and kneading the nipple while he stayed completely still and let me feel all of his cock.

Then he started to move. His rhythm built gradually, hips rolling into mine in deep grinding strokes that pushed me up onto my toes every time, his hand on my breast moving with him, squeezing on every thrust, thumb catching my nipple on the pull back, until the two sensations were completely synchronized and I was making sounds I'd never made before, continuous and helpless and muffled against my own arm.

His other hand slid from my hip around to my stomach, spreading flat, then lower.

His fingers found my clit.

And I choked.

There were three points of contact simultaneously; his cock filling me, his hand working my breast, his fingers circling my clit. And my vision went immediately.

My arms nearly gave out. He felt it and pressed closer, body pinning mine to the wall, holding me up, and kept going.

The slapping of bare skin quickly filled the room as he rammed into my hole with reckless abandon.

Oh yes Jamie, fuck fuck fuck..."

Finally, I came with both palms flat on the wall and my face pressed into my own arm and my whole body shaking. The orgasm detonated outward from my core and rolled through me in long crashing waves.

My nipples were trapped between his fingers, his cock buried deep and grinding through every single second of it while he followed me with his own crashing orgasm.

"Oh yeah Ash, I'm cumming, fuck!"

I felt each hot rope of cum fill me up like the horny bitch I was.

He gripped my shoulder like he'd fall without something to hold.

We stayed like that for a moment. Just breathing.

Then I heard it.

A sound from the doorway. Low. Deliberate.

I turned my head.

There was a figure leaning in the doorframe, one shoulder against the wood, completely still. And my brain tripped.

Because it was Jason.

Except Jason was behind me.

Same jaw. Same build. Same dark eyes.

Except this one's jaw was tight and his hand was stroking his huge cock and he was watching us with an expression that made it very clear he had been there for a while.

I went completely still.

The Jason behind me lifted his head.

"Mason," he said. One word. No surprise in it whatsoever.

The one in the doorway, Mason, didn't move.

His eyes slid from his brother to me and stayed there.

"You didn't tell her," he said.

"Didn't come up."

My brain was still catching up. I pressed off the wall slowly, reaching for my top, suddenly very aware of every inch of my own skin.

"You have a twin?" I said, barely able to contain my shock.

Jason, my Jason, the one behind me, had the nerve to almost smile. "Yeah."

I looked at Mason. Mason looked back at me, completely unhurried, hand still stroking his cock that looked the exact size as Jason's like he hadn't decided what to do with it yet.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

The corner of his mouth moved. "Long enough."

The heat that hit me was immediate and completely against my better judgment.

This would be a loooong night.

Fuck!