What he had said about threesomes gatecrashed her imagination and she pictured him holding her open for another man, another lover from the dirty streets of the estate, low-voiced and foul-mouthed, knowing her for what she was, knowing what she wanted …
‘Get down on me,’ he whispered, but his eyes were glazing now, taking on a faraway look. ‘Work harder. Really work.’
She was sure she couldn’t work any harder; her abdominal muscles were starting to tighten and ache and she knew she’d be sore inside afterwards. But Jason put the tip of one finger inside her bottom cheeks and she jolted so hard she thought she might crush him. Instead, she came, gripping his shoulders and gasping into his face, her thighs weak and trembling.
This made him triumphant and ready to release his own climax. He bucked and bucked inside her and she felt sorry that she wouldn’t have his semen to show for it. For a moment, she longed to feel it, wet and creamy on her lips, the proof of the taking.
‘Dirty girl,’ he crooned in her ear when she had collapsed on top of him. ‘You liked my finger there.’
She wanted to deny it but she couldn’t.
‘It was novel,’ she whispered.
‘You’ve never done anything of that kind, I take it?’
‘I suppose you have.’
‘You suppose right. I’m an arse man, always have been, always will be.’
‘You’re a manwhore.’
He laughed at that, stroking her damp coils of hair.
‘An arsemanwhore,’ he corrected. ‘Phone the Oxford dictionary. A new word for ’em.’
‘You’re pure filth,’ she said with happy sigh.
‘You’re not so squeaky clean yourself.’ He kissed the top of her head and rolled her gently off him and on to her side. Forehead to forehead, they locked eyes for a while, until his dark gaze seemed to laser through her. ‘I could fall for you,’ he said.
‘What about …?’ She couldn’t say the name.
‘Hush. That was over anyway. You’ve made me see it. I owe you one.’
‘You owe me more than one.’
‘Yeah, don’t worry, you’ll be paid in full. In orgasms. Does that sound like a deal?’
‘Mmm.’
She must be mad. This was madness. She couldn’t get embroiled with this no-hope low-life, brilliant, sexy … She yawned. He was asleep already.
‘You’re going to have to lay off me for a day or so. I can barely move.’
Jenna winced her way over to her suitcase to pull out a pair of clean knickers. She and Jason had ignored their sore bits and pieces to have each other again in the dead of night, and after that there had been copious lashings of oral sex until the sun came up and they drifted off again.
‘Shit,’ she said, peeking through the window. ‘They’re here already. I’ll have to keep the door shut and make sure they go straight into the kitchen. Do you think you can creep very quietly up the front stairs once they’re hammering away?’
‘Hammering away,’ repeated Jason in a slow, sticky voice. ‘I could do that job.’
‘You already do.’
‘Can’t you just throw a blanket over me and I can stay down here?’
‘It’s only for one more day. Besides, you’re so close to finishing that panel you’re working on. Once it’s done, we can make a start on gutting this place.’
He grunted and wrapped the duvet tighter around him.
Jenna left him to it and went to greet her kitchen fitters.