‘So you’ve spent the best years of your life in bed?’
‘I hope the best years of my life haven’t ended yet,’ he said. ‘But yeah, basically. In bed, in sleeping bags, on floors, in fields, in alleyways, in the backs of vans. Threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Then, when I got with Mia, she had a friend who did those parties – y’know, sexy knickers and vibrators and what not. We got into bondage. I’m good at bondage.’
‘Surprise, surprise.’
‘I’m good at the kinky stuff, me. I think it’s because I like to be in control – that’s why I never got into the booze or the weed, thinking about it. I hate the feeling of being out of control.’
‘And was Mia into it too?’ Jenna could barely speak her name without a sharp pain in her abdomen. Was it jealousy? Or anger at how she had abandoned Jason to his fate?
‘Yeah, big time. At first.’ He frowned. ‘Before she started going AWOL.’
There was a silence. Jason dropped her leg and reached for the shampoo bottle.
‘Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about,’ he said. ‘Come here. I’ll wash your hair.’
She twisted around and settled herself between his thighs with her back to him so he could apply the shampoo with strong, sure fingers. Little shivers of pleasure ran from her scalp to the rest of her body.
‘I’m going to give you all the attention you’ve been missing,’ he whispered into her ear. ‘I’m going to show you what you’ve never had.’ He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked it like a lemon drop before letting it slip back out.
His hands clasped beneath her breasts, he began kissing and nipping at her neck while creamy suds slid down her forehead, forcing her to shut her eyes. His palms closed over her nipples, squeezing. She wriggled back against his stomach, inclining her head to encourage him further, showing him that she was his to do with as he pleased. God, he was just so good at it, why deny him?
He clamped her thighs between his, locking her in his clutches. Behind her, between her bottom cheeks, she could feel the slow inflation and hardening of his erection. That wasn’t going to go down until it had had its way with her, she thought with a thrill.
She tilted her head to meet his lips and fall into a warm, wet, steamy kiss.
He stroked her nipples through it, then broke off and grabbed the cup on the side of the bath, plunged it in the water and poured it over her head.
‘Lather, rinse, repeat,’ he said laconically. ‘But I think I’ll pass on the repeat.’
He stood unsteadily, climbed out of the bath, grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his waist. Still dripping all over the ancie
nt lino, he pulled Jenna up and lifted her into his arms, not even bothering to cover her streaming skin.
Instead, he carried her down to their drawing room campsite and dropped her on the mattress.
‘I’ll get it wet,’ she complained, but he didn’t seem to care at all, although he removed the towel from his waist and laid it down on the bed before putting his back and soaking head on top of it.
He reached down beside the bed for the condom packet and put one on while Jenna was still groping around for a comb or a bathrobe or anything to take off the sudden chill of being removed from the hot water.
‘Never mind that,’ said Jason, pulling her over him. ‘Get on me. Get me up inside you. I want you now.’
The gravelly urgency of his voice banished all thoughts of damp patches and goose pimples from her mind. He was there, next to her and underneath her, his hot skin against hers, and nothing else mattered.
She lay on top of him and held him around his neck, kissing him for dear life while he shifted and jolted beneath her, seeking the little slick niche in which to fit himself.
When he found it, he took hold of her hips and made sure she couldn’t swerve or shy away from his bold ingress. He slid up inside her, lightning swift, filling her until she cried out with satisfied surprise.
‘That’s it,’ he growled. ‘That’s what you need.’
She couldn’t argue. Already she was bearing down, as if she wanted more of that thick root, enough to stretch her to splitting point. She ground herself over his pelvis, feeling him touch every limit of her tight passage and grant the promise of enough friction to drive her, and her g-spot, over the edge.
‘Hot for it, babe,’ he said, moving his hands around to cup her buttocks in a tight grip. ‘So hot for it.’
She leant down to kiss him again, enjoying the way her nipples brushed his chest hair and his own little nubs. The tickling was exquisite – he should never wax.
He nipped down on her lower lip and pushed her bum forwards, urging her into the ride. She began a slow back and forth, interspersing with side to side moves, relishing the sense of having every inch of his stalk deep inside her. How good and thick it was, a truly substantial tool. The thought that it had pleasured half the lasses of Bledburn flitted through her mind, giving her momentary pause, but then she drove it out of her consciousness. It was in her, now. She was its quarry and its destination. No other. And besides, there was a lot to be said for experience. A hell of a lot.
As she bore down on him, he spread her bottom cheeks apart, making her feel wide open and whorish. It bucked her up, spurred her on to greater equestrian heights, making her dizzy with the dirtiness of what he did to her.