11b. - She’s Kerosene Pt.2
“That guy is fucking huge! Holy shit,” Jason said, leaning over the railing next to Tyler.
Tyler watched the guys about to fight in the ring below them. One of them was significantly bigger than the other, but he knew the smaller one was fast. He had studied his moves often because he and Dante used to watch these fights all the time. Dante was the one that convinced Tyler to get into boxing, and for a while, he was good at it. Owen, Jason, and Dante were his biggest support system. Until that support system crumbled when Dante was killed and Tyler stopped boxing altogether.
“Figured that asshole would be here,” Jason muttered. Tyler followed Jason’s gaze to see a tall, overly-muscular guy with tons of tattoos and piercings just barely covered by his shirt. He was surrounded by tons of people trying to talk to him at once.
“Mikhil,” Tyler muttered. The last time Tyler had seen Mikhil was in a police car after they were all arrested for getting into a fight. Mikhil hated Dante for always one-upping him when it came to gambling. Mikhil was good but Dante was better. When Mikhil lost a $5K bet to Dante, he went straight for Dante’s jaw before it turned into an all-out brawl and the cops arrived. Anna took pleasure in using Dante’s $5K winnings to bail them out, much to Dante’s dissatisfaction.
And here Mikhil was again. Keeping up his same bad habits. Jason sucked his teeth, watching Mikhil slap one of the bookie’s ass as she walked by. “Dante is dead, and yet this asshole still gets to live,” Tyler said snidely.
Mikhil grabbed the girl again, groping her up as she tried to resist him. No one around seemed to care about his violation. Far too engrossed in the fight. “Should have brought my BB gun,” Jason muttered. Instead, Jason unscrewed a bolt from the railing and aimed it at Mikhil, clocking him in the noggin.
“Nice,” Tyler smirked. Mikhil rubbed his head in confusion as the girl escaped from his grasp.
“Where are you guys?” came Owen’s voice from the earpiece.
“Third story up. Bird’s eye view of the fight,” Tyler said into his mic.
“Keep an eye on the betting dash system. We’ll be there in 5 minutes,” Owen said.
“Copy,” Tyler responded.
“She can’t go down there,” Jason said suddenly.
Tyler looked at Jason confused. “Who?”
“Ti-... Silos,” Jason said.
“Look at those assholes,” Jason said, peering down again. “They’ll try to touch her or grope her up, and then I’ll have to fucking kill somebody.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become so fucking sentimental?”
Jason quickly turned off his mic and gestured for Tyler to turn off his before answering. “I’m just looking out for her.”
“You sound pussy-whipped,” Tyler mocked.
“Right? And I haven’t even gotten any.” Jason let out a pathetic chuckle. He shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Tyler peered at Jason before turning to him fully. “Have you... been with any other women since we kidnapped her?”
Jason looked at Tyler and laughed. “Seriously, bro? You really think my ass would go all this time without-” Tyler gave him a serious look. “Oh, fuck it. No, I haven’t, alright!” Jason said, fed up. “But, goddamn! Have you seen her?! I swear she’s got the body of a goddess. Her breasts are the perfect size for my hand. And her lips are so fucking plump, I just wanna bite ’em all the time. And holy fuck that ass-”
“So just fuck her and get it over with if it will snap you out of this stupid infatuation you have with her,” Tyler said annoyed.
“It’s more than that, Ty,” Jason said. “She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s also a fucking tease, but she’s got a heart like Dante. She thinks like him. Ever notice how she plays with her dad’s dog tags when she’s thinking? Or how she smacks her lips when she’s got an idea. God, it’s so fucking hot when she does it. But Dante used to do the exact same thing, and... I don’t know. I just feel better with her around. I’m not as... angry anymore like I used to be. And seriously, bro, you gotta stop ragging on her and just give her a fucking chan-”
“Jason, you sound obsessed,” Tyler cut him off. “It’s disturbing. You need to get this chick out of your head. She’s a distraction to all of us.”
“You keep saying that...” Jason smirked at Tyler knowingly. They both glanced to see Owen helping Tiana up to their platform.
“What happened to you guys? You went dark?” Owen asked as he looked over the railing at the fight below.
“Cord must have come loose,” Jason said, glancing at Tiana. She looked back at him and couldn’t help but smile.
Tyler noticed their exchange and rolled his eyes. “The betting dash system is across the platform,” he pointed. “It’s linked to the betting system they have near the ring. We just need the security accounts that get registered when bets are placed.”
Owen peered at the section Jason and Tyler were referring to and groaned in frustration. “That hole is too small for any of us to fit in,” Owen said. He immediately regretted his words when Jason burst out laughing. Tyler groaned, and Tiana immediately turned around to hide her face. “You guys are fucking childish,” Owen said. “You know what I meant.”
“I don’t know, did we?” Jason teased. “What do you think, babe? That hole too small for any of us to fit?”
Tiana swallowed down both her laugh and her embarrassment. “I can probably fit,” she said. The three of them looked at her surprised as she leaned over the railing and glanced across the platform at the tiny vent they kept referencing. “Your shoulders are too broad. I can fit,” she said. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
“...are you sure?” Owen asked with concern.
“Yea, come on. You’re the one who told me I need to practice and get better at this,” she said. “What do I need to do?”
Owen grinned as he pulled out a plug-in drive. “Once you get the latch open, there should be a keypad with a jack right underneath it. Plug this into the jack and type in the code 34987500. Leave it in for about 5 minutes, and we’ll have what we need.”
“Sounds simple enough,” she said.
“While you’re doing that, Berserker and I will go down to the main betting system to provide the other end of the security hijack,” Owen added.
Tiana’s eyes enlarged, startled at the implication. She grabbed Owen’s hand and dragged him away from Tyler and Jason. “You cannot leave me with your asshole brother!” she whispered angrily. “Let me stay with you or Jason! Please!”
“We can still hear you, babe!” Jason shouted with a smirk as he tapped on his earpiece. Tyler looked like he was beyond irritated.
“Shit...” she muttered as she unplugged her mic. She reached for Owen’s and unplugged his as well.
“Tiana,” Owen chuckled.
“Owen, please!” she begged. “I can’t stand him! If you leave me with him, I’ll end up knocking his lights out.”
“He’s twice your size, T,” Owen chuckled.
“You act like that means shit! He can catch these motherfuckin’ hands, bro!” she said, clapping her hands.
Jason couldn’t help but snicker at Tiana’s dramatic movements. Neither he nor Tyler could hear what she was saying, but they both knew what she was asking. “See? If you weren’t such a fucking dick all the time, she wouldn’t be begging your brother not to go with you,” Jason teased.
“Fuck off. I don’t wanna be left alone with her ass anyway,” Tyler said snidely.
“Oh, sure,” Jason grinned. They watched Owen and an unhappy Tiana walk back over to them.
“Droid, take Silos to the betting hub. Berserker and I will head down,” Owen said, plugging his mic back in.
Tyler sucked his teeth as he turned around. “Let’s go...” he muttered.
Tyler and Tiana reached the abandoned platform as the rowdy crowd below them cheered on the fight that started in the ring.
“It’s a little high,” Tiana said, looking up at the hub. “Is there like... a ladder or- WOAH!” She screeched as Tyler effortlessly picked her up by her waist and hoisted her up. “What are you doing?!” she blurted.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m helping you reach,” he said as if it should have been obvious.
“Can you please put me down, you crazy psycho!” she snapped.
Tyler sighed as he set her back down on her feet. His hand lightly grazed over her backside, sparking a heated reaction within him. She immediately slapped his chest when she felt the floor beneath her feet again. “What the hell?!” he growled.
“A warning next time would be nice!” she snapped at him.
Tyler huffed in annoyance. “Does the princess need me to be more gentle with her?” he mocked.
“Does the asshole need a punch in the throat?” she threatened, raising her fist.
Tyler smirked down at her amused. “What’s your plan here, princess?”
She sucked her teeth and turned to look back up at the hub. “I need you to lift me,” she muttered.
“What was that?” he teased.
“Just pick me the fuck up,” she snapped at him. Tyler smirked as he grabbed her waist again and hoisted her up. “It’s not high enough,” she said.
He sighed as he brought her back down again. Tiana looked at him confused when he got down on one knee and lowered his head. “Get on,” he said.
“Get on!” he ordered, patting his shoulder.
She walked behind him and carefully swung her leg around the back of his neck. “Are you sure this- WOAH! SHIT!” she blurted. Tyler wrapped his hands around both of her thighs and held tight before standing to his feet. Tiana nearly fell over before her hands found the base of the vent.
“Can you reach now?” he asked.
“Y-yea,” she said nervously. She could feel her heart beating hard and fast in her chest and looked down to see Tyler’s head between her thighs. She bit her lip and was mortified that the sight actually turned her on. Focus, Tiana, focus! she said to herself. She opened the vent and grabbed the drive, plugging it underneath the keypad before typing in the code.
Tyler kept his eyes focused on a spot on the wall. He tried to keep his mind from wandering. His fingers reflexively tightened around her thighs weighted on his broad shoulders. He hated that Jason was right. She was soft. And he hated that he wanted to feel her again. “Are you almost done,” he asked, impatiently.
“You’ll know when I tell you,” she said irritably. Tyler sucked his teeth as he waited until he felt her fingers in his hair. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I lost balance. I’m done.”
Tiana waited for Tyler to kneel, but instead, he widened her thighs and lifted her off his shoulders. She quickly clutched his head for balance. “Just slide down...” he said. “I won’t drop you.”
Her legs slid down the sides of his waist as she grabbed onto his shoulders until her feet hit the floor. She swore she felt him shudder against her as he took a minute before turning around to face her. She looked at him a bit startled by his unwavering gaze. It unsettled her. “I got it,” she said, lifting the drive between their faces. She immediately turned around and walked away.
Tiana followed the path they took to get there, eager to get back to Owen and Jason. Tyler trailed behind her as a million thoughts raged in his head. “I think I took a wrong turn,” Tiana said, stopping suddenly.
He bumped into her when he realized that he was absentmindedly following her. Enchanted by the way her backside jiggled as she walked. “What?” he asked, confused.
“I think I made a wrong turn,” she repeated with a bit of anxiety in her voice. “I don’t remember there being a door here. Shit. Shit.”
“Alright, calm down,” he said, checking their surroundings. Tiana nibbled on her fingers as she watched Tyler search a few corners. “It’s back that way,” he pointed behind her. “How the fuck did you manage to take us here?”
“You should have been watching me! You’re the so-called leader!” she blurted.
“Oh, right. I forgot you need a damn babysitter,” he snarked.
Tiana snarled at him and turned on her heels as she headed in the right direction. She was so preoccupied with thoughts of slapping him that she didn’t catch the large tattooed, pierced guy she walked into. She stumbled backward before the man quickly caught her arm. “Well, fuck... me...” the man said, pulling her towards him. “I have never seen a black bitch look as fine as you. Ain’t you a unicorn.”
“EXCUSE ME?!” she blurted. She instinctively punched him point-blank in his face. She immediately regretted her action as the pain of her knuckles hitting his jaw shot through her hand.
“You dumb fucking bitch,” he snarled at her. He wiped his chin and went to grab her again.
Mikhil looked past Tiana to see a fuming Tyler. “Oh shit,” Mikhil burst out laughing. “Tyler?! It’s fucking Tyler!” Tyler’s nose flared as he stalked up to him. He immediately grabbed Tiana’s waist and pulled her behind him.
“Shit! Didn’t expect to see your lame ass around here. It’s been a minute. Awful what happened to your friend, ah... what’s his name? Dante? You have my deepest sympathies...” Mikhil smirked mockingly before he burst out laughing as if it was a huge joke to him. Tiana felt her chest tighten as she watched this awful human being laugh at the fact that her own flesh and blood was dead.
“You’re a sick piece of shit,” Tyler snarled at him.
Mikhil shrugged unbothered. “So sue me. I fucking hated that stupid nigger. Besides, how am I the piece of shit when you’re the one fucking his girl?” Mikhil smirked, looking at Tiana.
“What the fuck did you just call him?!” Tiana blurted. She leapt at him before Tyler grabbed her, pulling her back. Tiana had a range of angry and distraught emotions running through her mind that she couldn’t keep up with.
Tyler immediately grabbed Mikhil by his shirt and yanked him forward. “Say one more motherfucking thing, I swear to god, I will beat the living shit out of you!” Tyler snarled at him.
“Tyler, Tyler, Tyler,” Mikhil smirked, shaking his head. “No nigger is worth this much angst. Not even the ones you’re fucking.”
Tiana cringed from the loud crack of Tyler’s fist making contact with Mikhil’s face. Blood instantly started pouring down Mikhil’s nose as he stumbled backward. “Son of a bitch!” Mikhil growled, covering his bleeding nose. He immediately whipped out a switchblade. “I’m gonna gut you and your little black bitch,” he snarled at Tyler.
Tiana watched wide-eyed as everything happened so fast. They both hit each other blow after blow as Tyler easily dodged the knife. She felt concerned as Mikhil was slightly bigger than Tyler, but Tyler was definitely faster. He seemed to take any punches with stride almost as if he were a professional.
“O-Owen! Jason! Please c-come quick!” Tiana stammered into her mic.
“What’s going on?” came Owen’s voice. “Are you okay? What’s happening? Where are you?”
“I-I don’t know! Second floor... maybe third! Please just come!” Tiana said, overwhelmed by the brutality of their punches.
Tyler ducked another throw before he tackled Mikhil backward, knocking him to the floor. Tyler straddled Mikhil and violently punched him several times in the face until Mikhil stopped moving. But Tyler didn’t stop as his fist became a bloody mess. “Tyler!” Tiana said, running up to him. “Tyler stop!”
She grabbed his shoulder, pulling, as he fell backward on top of her. She crawled out from underneath him and looked at Mikhil to see him passed out, a bloody mess on the ground. “Why did you stop me?!” Tyler snarled at her.
“You were going to kill him!” she shouted at him.
Tyler sucked his teeth in frustration as he sat back against the wall, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Tiana looked him over and noted his bleeding cheek was swelling. His shirt was torn as blood seeped through. She took out a tissue from her pocket and walked on her knees towards him to gently touch his cheek.
He immediately flinched and forcefully grabbed her wrist. “I don’t need your fucking help,” he snapped at her as he pushed her hand away from his face.
“It’s not that serious,” he said.
“Tyler! Your shirt is soaked with blood!” He looked down to see a knife wound on the side of his rib cage and sucked his teeth. Tiana cringed as she looked at the wound. “At least put something on it to stop the bleeding.”
Tyler deeply exhaled as he peeled off his jacket. He pulled his shirt over his head next, and Tiana immediately felt her throat dry up. Damn!
Her eyes darted back to the wound as she searched around in her bag for tissues and a band-aid. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath as she hesitated to touch him. She tried to get her mind off of how she was feeling. “Who was that guy?” she asked, dabbing at his wound.
Tyler looked at Mikhil, a bloody mess knocked out on the floor. “A piece of shit,” he muttered.
“You seem like you have a lot of anger in you, Tyler...”
“I didn’t ask for a fucking therapy session, Dr. Phil.” He winced as she purposely pressed harder on his wound.
“Oops,” she said mockingly.
“Are you even qualified to do this shit?” he muttered.
“No, I’m not a fucking doctor, but do you see anyone else around? So, just shut up and let me help you, dammit!”
“It’s not even that deep. It’s just a scratch.”
“I can literally see muscle.”
Tyler rolled his eyes and pulled something out of his pocket. “Just put these surgical strips on them,” he said, handing them to her.
“Need these often?” she sighed.
“My style too rough for you, princess,” he snarked.
“Has anyone ever told you how freaking annoying you are?” she snapped at him. Suddenly, she jumped on top of him startled as Jason’s voice blared through the mic.
“Where are you guys?! We’ve looked everywhere!” Jason said frantically. “Are you alright?!”
Tiana looked down at Tyler underneath her and realized her hands were planted firmly on his shoulders with her breasts practically in his face. “Anyone ever tell you how much of a fucking klutz you are,” he mocked back.
Tiana sucked her teeth as she pushed herself off of him. “Asshole...” she muttered.
“We’re fine. We’ll come to you...” Tyler said into the mic. He watched as Tiana stood to her feet and started walking away from him. He went to get up when he realized his jeans were significantly strained.
“Goddammit...” he muttered.
Owen noticed that Tiana and Tyler were both eerily silent and even more mean towards each other than usual by the time they got back.
“Did your petty ass have to block me like that?!” Tiana snarled at Tyler.
“You have feet. Walk around me,” Tyler said, not looking at her. Tiana stomped off as Tyler sat down on the couch with a beer.
“What the hell is up with you two?” Owen asked, perching himself on the table in front of his brother.
“She’s just... such a damn pain in my ass,” Tyler muttered, sipping his beer.
“Tyler-” Owen started.
“I don’t wanna talk about her, Owen,” Tyler said, cutting him off. He rubbed at the bandage on his waist. “Let’s just go through this data.”
Jason lay back on his bed, scrolling through the hundreds of text messages on his phone that he had been inadvertently ignoring. He checked to see if there was any girl he was even remotely still interested in that could take his mind off of the dark-skinned beauty staying a few doors down from him.
“No... No... No... Why the fuck is she still in here?.... No... Oh, hell no. Delete.”
He saw a video message from one girl and raised an intrigued brow as he opened it up. A beautiful redhead with large breasts popped up on his screen, naked and spread eagle as she played with herself. “I miss you, Daddy,” she moaned out on the 30-second clip. Underneath the video were several messages, begging him to call her back.
For a moment, Jason considered it as his thumb hovered over the call button. She was definitely one of the more fun girls he had been with, and she had a very skilled mouth. He groaned in frustration as he tossed his phone on the bed and stuffed his face into a pillow.
“This girl is making me lose my fucking mind,” he muttered. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. “Yup,” he said, not moving from his bed. The door opened and Tiana walked in.
Jason immediately sat up at the sound of her voice. He looked to the door to see Tiana standing there. “Are you lost?” he teased.
She rolled her eyes. “Can I come in?” He looked at her rather surprised by the request and nodded. She walked into his room and closed the door behind her. She admired the unique decor. Posters of rock bands and famous fighters. Drumsticks scattered about the room. And a crap ton of computer equipment.
“Something on your mind, beautiful?” Jason asked.
She looked at him and smiled warmly. “...I missed you.”
He looked at her surprised by the vocalized sentiment. “I missed you too... Are you okay? Tyler told us what happened with that jackass who threatened you. I’m so sorry. I wish I had been there to beat the shit out of him.”
Tiana shrugged. “I think Tyler had that more than covered...” A frown came to her face as she pondered. “Why... why did he hate my brother?”
Jason anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “For every person that liked Dante, there were two more that didn’t.”
Tiana looked at Jason concerned. “But why?”
“It’s just our business, babe... You’re gonna have enemies...” Jason explained. Tiana looked down with a frown. “He was a racist, sexist piece of shit anyway. Not worth your cognitive thinking,” he said quickly.
Tiana looked at him and smiled gratefully. She eyed the rope on his dresser, and on his chair, and on the side of his bed. “What’s with all the rope?”
Jason grinned as he sat up on the edge of the bed and held his hand out to her. “Come here... I’ll show you...” She smirked as she took her sweet time walking over to him, biting her lip. “Fucking tease,” he grinned. He grabbed her hand and pulled her between his legs.
“See? You aren’t the only one...” she said, running her fingers through his hair. Jason looked up at her as she leaned down and rubbed her lips against his. He ran his tongue over her lips for just a second before he grabbed her waist and quickly flipped her onto his bed.
“Jason!” she laughed. She nestled back into his pillow and looked up at him as he caged her between his arms. “I hope these sheets are clean. You know... considering you’re a hoe,” she joked.
Jason grinned down at her. “Actually, they are... You wanna help me dirty them again..?”
Jason didn’t give Tiana the opportunity to respond before his lips were pressed against hers, kissing her ferociously. Tiana realized that Jason loved nibbling on her bottom lip as if it were a snack. His tongue eagerly slipped into her mouth as she sunk further into his pillow from his aggression.
His lips descended down her jaw until they latched onto her neck again. He kissed and sucked and licked as if he were trying to mark her as his own. His hands descended to the edge of her shirt as he sifted underneath, touching her bare skin. Her body shivered at the contact. He eased her shirt up, pulling it over her head.
Dropping her shirt to the side, he looked down at her without saying a word. His blue eyes roamed her body so intently she shifted uncomfortably beneath him. “Don’t go creepy on me,” she teased him.
“Goddamn, Tiana… You’re beautiful...” he breathed out.
She looked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice before a warm smile came to her face. Jason leaned over her again, straddling her between his legs as he kissed her more softly. She felt him grab both of her wrists and pull them high above her head as he continued to steal her breath away.
When Jason finally pulled back she looked up at him and realized her wrists were tied to his bedpost. “So... this is your kink?” she asked, with an amused brow. “Tying helpless women to your bed?”
“One of them,” he smirked down at her. “Don’t have to make me sound like a serial killer,” he snickered.
“Why do you even need these?” she asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He ran his fingers up her bare stomach and stopped just beneath her bra. “So you can’t run...”
He scooted down the bed and leaned over her, placing a hand on each side of her as his tongue traveled from her navel to her sternum. Tiana shivered underneath him as his warm tongue left a wet trail up and down her abdomen. He got to the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them as he started to pull them down off of her.
“I didn’t say you could take off my pants, Jason,” she said, biting her lip.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” he smirked as he tugged them off of her. Jason stood to his feet as he eyed her vulnerable form, clothed in only her bra and panties. Her arms held above her head and tied to the headboard turned him on the more she squirmed, completely at his mercy. He sat down on the bed next to her and placed his hand on her bent knee.
“Are you wet, baby girl?” he said, letting his fingers descend to her inner thigh. He gently stroked her, setting her nerve endings over the edge.
“Jason...” she groaned.
“I asked you a question, baby...” he said, kissing her knee.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Jason grinned as he possessively cupped her core over her panties, and she let out an abrupt pant. “Yes... what?”
“Jason-” she started before he quickly slapped her damp pussy with his fingers, making her tremble. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she panted.
Jason rubbed two fingers against her, feeling her puffy lips and small clit through her damp panties. “Shit, baby... you’re not just wet... you’re fucking soaking...”
She closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her pelvis into his palm as he rubbed more firmly until he finally pulled his hand away. She opened her eyes to see him maneuvering between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asked as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he smirked up at her. He pulled her panties across her thighs and down her legs. Lifting each foot, he slipped them off. His eyes immediately glanced down at her glistening pussy and he swallowed hard.
He quickly leaned over and grabbed a remote from his desk and clicked a button that started blasting loud rock music. “Jeezus! Why?!” Tiana cringed. She turned her head to the side, away from the loud noise.
“I figured you didn’t want anyone hearing you scream as I tongue fuck the shit out of you. See? I can be a gentleman,” he smirked.
Tiana’s voice got stuck in her throat as Jason nestled himself between her legs. He was clearly getting comfortable, and it made her nervous for what was to come. He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and rubbed his lips against the inner soft parts, inches away from where she radiated heat.
“I’m gonna make you come, baby,” Jason said, running his tongue along the inside of her thigh. His lips just grazed over her core as he tended to her other thigh. “And I’m gonna make you come hard. You ready for me?”
Tiana felt herself getting wetter with anticipation as her thighs clenched anxiously. “...J-Jason,” she said apprehensively.
“It’s Daddy,” he said just as his tongue flattened completely against her slit and slowly dragged up between her lips.
“Oh fuck!” She gasped as his tongue slipped between her lips again, flicking at her clit with the tip before sucking it between his lips.
“Goddamn, baby. I knew you’d taste fucking good, but shit,” he groaned. He widened her thighs and swirled his tongue in circles along her folds. Tiana panted heavily as she arched her back. Jason lifted her, spreading her thighs further apart and plunged his tongue deep into her canal.
“Shit!” she breathed out as her head fell back. Her arms strained against the ropes above her head as she squirmed underneath him.
“You like that, baby,” Jason said, sucking her labia, leaving no crevice unlicked. “You like how Daddy eats your pussy?”
Tiana moaned erratically as she felt her legs shiver. Her head started to spin as Jason’s tongue explored parts of her not even she had touched.
“Words, baby girl, use them,” he said, plunging two fingers inside of her.
“Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Shit!” she gasped.
Jason smirked as he worked his fingers inside of her. “You know how fucking sexy you look right now? Shit...” Slowly pulling his fingers out, he licked her essence from his digits and audibly moaned his satisfaction. He lowered his face between her thighs again and slid his tongue along the side, teasing her.
“Daddy!” she cried out, much to Jason’s satisfaction.
He smirked as he looked down at her dripping core. “You want Daddy to make you come, baby?”
“Fuck yes!” she said impatiently, squeezing her thighs around his head.
He chuckled for just a moment before he pulled her thighs apart and dived back in, tonguing her down with significantly more aggression. She squirmed helplessly underneath him until he held her thighs down to his shoulders while his tongue fucked her without relenting.
Jason slid his hands down her thighs until he was palming both ass cheeks in his grasp. He rocked her pelvis against his mouth, maintaining complete control. Tiana rocked her hips in submission to his movement as his mouth dominated her core. She could hear his moans of pure pleasure as he got his fill.
She let out a piercing cry in sync with the music. Her stomach tightened ferociously and her walls contracted before she released. In seconds, she was breathing heavily, feeling light-headed and dizzy. She kept her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath when she felt the ropes loosen around her wrists. She finally opened her eyes to see Jason grinning down at her. He laced his fingers with hers and kissed the back of her hand.
She looked down, startled by the large dick print in his sweatpants that looked like it was eager to bust loose. “Shit...” she said flustered.
Jason grinned as he aggressively grabbed his package. “See what you do to me? You’re not ready for him...yet...”
“Not sure I’ll ever be,” she muttered.
Jason chuckled as he lay down on the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face into his chest. The act surprised him. This was not something he ever did after sex. “Can I stay here for a few minutes?” she asked. “Just until the room stops spinning?”
Jason chuckled. “You can stay as long as you need...” he said, caressing her naked backside. It wasn’t long before he heard her lightly snoring into his chest. Jason felt strange. He was used to the girl leaving his room the moment they finished fucking. Not sleeping in his arms. This was different.
Tiana was different.
He found himself uncharacteristically kissing her forehead before he shimmied out of bed. Her bare naked ass tempted him as he instinctively stroked his hard-on from watching her. His jaw tensed and he quickly shook his head as he covered her with a sheet. He headed towards his door and looked back at her once more before walking out.
Jason walked out of the bathroom after spending fifteen minutes jerking off to the scenario he repeated in his mind of eating Tiana out. He habitually licked his bottom lip, eager to taste more of her again.
“You still up?”
Jason looked to see Tyler and Owen sitting on the couch. “Yea...” Jason said.
“...is she still in your room?” Owen asked suddenly. “I saw her walk in there over an hour ago.”
“She’s sleeping,” Jason said. Tyler and Owen both looked at him tensely causing Jason to roll his eyes. “She had a long day. She was tired, and I didn’t want to make her get up. Just let her sleep,” Jason said. “What are you guys doing?”
Owen tried to rid his mind of the jealous thoughts of what they could have been doing. “We got another request from Arthur,” Tyler said.
“For?” Jason asked.
Owen looked up at him. “Some rich bitch named Lionel Reed.”