When Jason walked into my room wearing a broad smile, I couldn't meet his eyes.
The floor was so damp—why was that? I turned my gaze away, fully aware of what had just happened there.
I answered him, "You should really mind your own business. It's just water—I sprinkled it while trying to clean the floor."
"Darling, you don't have to lie to me. The smell already says enough, and besides, I can see your cum."
I cut him off immediately. "What do you want, Jason? I'm about to rest for a bit."
"You should know my brother had you screaming his name," he said, interrupting my thoughts, his eyes still roaming around the room.
Jason's brows drew together as he tilted his head slightly, his nose twitching again while he glanced at the wall. He breathed in deeply, as though a pleasant scent had reached him. His focus returned to the wall as he stepped closer, tracing the dampness on it. Then he turned and looked at me.
"What…what is it?" I asked, my voice steady and resolute.
Jason's finger lingered in the air, the dampness catching the soft glow of my room. He lifted it to his nose, breathing in slowly, his eyes shutting as he took in the scent. Then he opened them, fixing his gaze on mine.
"Wow, Lisa," he murmured, his voice low and heavy. "Is this really…?"
I turned my face away. Jason's smile grew wider as he stepped closer, his chest brushing against my breasts. I let out a soft gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as his closeness overwhelmed me. His lips hovered near my ear, his breath warm and intense against my skin.
My eyes pressed tightly closed, my body giving in as he leaned into me, my hand clutching the vanity for support. "Jason, we really can't," I protested faintly.
Even though my pussy was still slightly throbbing from earlier, he let out a low chuckle, a deep vibrating sound that brushed against my neck. His hands wandered over my body, his mouth dragging across my skin, leaving a wet trail behind.
I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as I pictured Oliver standing at the door, watching me—not Jason looming over me. The image intensified my desire, and a soft moan slipped from my lips, my body arching into Jason's.
His kiss was rough, his tongue pushing insistently as he pressed his lips hard against mine. His hand gripped my waist, moving downward to hold my thighs, his fingers slowly edging closer to my slick core. The kiss was hungry and urgent, his lips bruising mine as his tongue tangled with mine, tasting the heat between us. His groan vibrated against my mouth as he rolled his hips, his dick twitching against me.
With that, my eyes snapped open, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I felt his finger linger dangerously close to my pussy.
His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he murmured against my lips. "Fuck, Lisa… I can't stop thinking about this. I've been dreaming about touching this pussy," he whispered, his tone carrying a raw, unapologetic need.
I sighed. Jason wasn't the man I wanted, and I refused to use him as a distraction. My hand lifted to cup his face, my eyes locking with his. "I wish I could, Jason, but I don't know…" I said softly, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Jason's expression fell, his hands running through his hair as he stepped back from me. "I have to go. I just remembered—I have a client to attend
Before I could say goodbye, he slammed the door behind him. The sound echoed through the room, rattling the bottles on the vanity.
I blinked quickly, my heart still pounding, struggling to steady my breathing, my body feeling heavy. "God," I muttered, snapping out of my thoughts.
I scrambled up, searching for a cloth, the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. When I finally found one, I dropped to my knees. After cleaning up my mess, I tossed the cloth aside.
I'm so glad my break starts tomorrow. I can have some time to myself and stay out of situations like this again. I can't wait to tell my best friend everything that happened.
My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. Oliver's picture was still on the screen—that same grin, the one that drove me crazy. I stared at it for a moment, my chest tightening, before setting the phone down.
"Get out of my head," I muttered, even though I knew it was pointless.Even i can't stop thinking about him with Lola,
Crawling under the covers, I took one last look at the photo… just one more, until my eyes grew heavy and sleep finally took over.