Struck Love

“I need you,” I beg.

“You already have me,” he says as his mouth travels down my body to my sex. I moan when his tongue circles my clit. He presses a finger inside of me and starts to pump it in and out.

“Jason.” I rock my hips as he adds another finger. It’s tight at first, but my body adjusts to fit him. He draws me close to orgasm and pulls back over and over again. “Please,” I plead with him. “More. I need more.”

I have no idea why he is teasing me. Taking me to the edge and pulling back. My whole body burns with need. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.

“Right there. Yes! No!” I cry out when his mouth leaves me. My protest is cut off when he moves up my body. I taste myself on him, which only heightens my desire.

He finally guides the head of his cock to my opening before his fingers go to my clit. It only takes a few strokes and I’m coming. I moan into his mouth as he finally gives me my orgasm.

I’m lost in pleasure as he presses through my virginity. The sharp pain mixes with the pleasure. He never stops kissing me. His fingers are still stroking my clit as he rides out my orgasm.

My sex clenches and releases around his cock. Any pain I thought I felt melts away. There is only us and pleasure.

“Babe.” He breathes against my mouth when I try to lift my hips to get him to move. “Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m more than okay.”

“You’re crying,” he growls. I hadn't even realized.

“They are happy tears.” I had no idea love would be this way. It would kill me to lose this. To lose him. I can’t imagine a life without him in it.

“I love you so damn much.” He kisses me again. This time he starts to move inside me.

“Oh.” I breathe when he pulls out and thrusts all the way back in. He freezes. “No.” I drive my hips up. A low groan comes from deep inside of my man. My sex contracts around him, my body loving that I made him make that sound.

“Olivia.”

“Take me, Jason. Claim me as yours,” I taunt, shattering the rest of his control.

He grips the headboard with one hand as he thrusts harder in and out of me. I moan when he hits a spot deep inside of me. His fingers move against my clit once again, and I know I’m going to orgasm again. This one feels different than all the others.

“Baby. Need you to come for me. Come all over my cock,” he grits out. The muscles in his arm flex as he tightens his hold on the headboard. “Give it to me. Suck me in your pussy and make me cum for you.” He presses down firmer on my clit, thrusting inside of me hard.

“Jason!” I cry out as my whole body locks around him. He moans my name as he comes with me. His release spills deep inside of me.

“I love you,” he whispers against my ear, filling a place in my heart that I’ve tried to keep hidden. Jason found it so easily.

I know without a doubt that it was always meant to be his.

17

Jason

“Where you at?” I say into the phone before Olivia can even answer.

“You know where I am.” She laughs. The sound goes straight to my dick, which is already hard. I might have checked her location before I called her. She’s at the grocery store.

I’ve never in my life had a problem with my cock until she came along. Nor did I think about sex this much. I feel as horny as a damn teenager all of a sudden. The minute I walked through the doors of the club I got hard knowing I’d be inside Olivia within a few seconds.

Only to be disappointed when I opened the door to my place and she’s not fucking here. I always feel unsettled when she’s not around. Normally she’s in the kitchen putting dinner together. Working for her family, her hours are more lenient, and she can do a lot of work from her laptop. Most of the time she gets up when I do and we get ready together. She’ll go into work, but she’s back around lunch time.

Not today, though. She packed me lunch and let me know she’d see me later before I kissed her goodbye. I kept my mouth shut knowing I can’t get every second of her spare time, but fuck this shit is hard. Can someone be addicted to a person? Is that a thing because I think I’m going into withdrawal at this point. Even with my lunch I made sure I’d eaten every damn bite because she made it for me.