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  “You’ll pay for that later,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned around and kissed him on the lips as I murmured a half-hearted apology. Jason’s version of “paying for it” usually involved mind-blowing orgasms, and lots of them. My simple kiss turned into something a little more meaningful as Jason pulled me into him.

  Danny quickly dragged me away from Jason with a warning glare. I rolled my eyes in response and squealed as he pinched the back of my arm.

  I gritted my teeth, trying to make sure I didn’t retaliate. The arm pinches were really starting to grate on me. When I glanced to my left, I caught Jason glaring at Danny. I knew he was only holding back because I begged him not to get into fights with my brothers. He hated it when they did things like that.

  “So… Jason,” Alex grinned at me wickedly as we sat whispering in the far corner of the sofa.

  The others, Jason included, were all watching some car racing film which didn’t seem to capture Alex’ interest at all. Not that that surprised me.

  “Jason,” I nodded, feeling the grin break out on my face.

  “He’s hunky,” Alex whispered with a giggle. “You seem so happy with him, like you’ve come out of your shell a bit. I’m really happy for you, Jellybaby.” He gave me a genuine smile and pulled me into a hug, which I returned gratefully. Alex knew better than anyone how shy and reserved I could be. I was trying not to let myself get swept aside as much though, trying to stand up for myself more often, with Jason’s encouragement. That was my New Year’s resolution.

  Chapter 2

  Saturday, 5th January 2013

  When Jason and I finally went to bed, I was exhausted. We’d gotten up early to go for a run with Ian and Craig and now I was looking forward to curling up in bed with Jason.

  “I’m glad you finally met Alex,” I smiled at him as I stripped off and hopped into bed.

  “He’s nice,” Jason nodded, shuffling into bed beside me. “I oughta take you over my knee for pulling that stunt, though.”

  I didn’t need any light in the room to feel his burning glare. I could hear it in his low, husky voice.

  “You wouldn’t,” I said, my voice uncertain, but my muscles already clenching delightfully in anticipation.

  “You know I never step down from a challenge, baby,” he chuckled, slipping his hands around me and pulling me against him. “Spanking might not be a good idea with your brothers around. I’m sure I can think of something though.” His lips met mine and his tongue thrust inside my mouth, caressing mine and allowing me to luxuriate in his exquisite taste.

  I groaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and I felt his rock-hard cock pushing against me. My body responded to Jason’s as it always did – without any control on my part. I pushed back against him, enjoying the pulses of pleasure as I ground myself on his thick erection.

  Jason pulled away from my mouth and my lips followed him hungrily, trailing kisses down his neck and over his chest. He rolled onto his back and I didn’t hesitate to climb on top of him so I could continue enjoying his skin against my lips as I greedily explored his upper body.

  “Sit up,” Jason ordered, his eyes burning with fiery lust.

  I pouted at the loss of contact, but the edge in his voice told me he was planning something fun. I sat back on Jason’s legs, waiting impatiently for him to make his next move.

  He raised himself up so that we were facing and took my breast in his mouth, sucking gently on my nipple which hardened almost painfully in his mouth. I groaned as he teased me with his teeth and my back arched towards him

  “Shh,” he admonished as he moved his attentions to my other breast, bringing his hands up to join his very talented tongue in its delightful exploration of my chest.

  I clamped my mouth shut, very aware that quite a few of my brothers were home. I felt Jason remove one hand and search blindly in my bedside table for a condom. We were still going through them at an alarming rate and I’d promised to get on the pill as soon as we got back to Leeds.

  “On all fours, baby,” Jason breathed, his lips against my neck, his breath tickling my oversensitive skin.

  I obeyed gladly, the need to feel him inside me already overwhelming. Once I was in the requested position, Jason ran his fingers down my spine, causing my skin to erupt into pleasant goosebumps.

  His fingers continued down, over my ass to between my thighs, where they began teasing me, rubbing slow circles against my clit. I tensed, forcing myself to remain still because I knew he’d drag this out if I didn’t and I was so desperate to have him inside of me.

  Jason used his other hand to guide my legs further apart before pushing down gently on my shoulders so that my head rested against the mattress and my rear end was left rather exposed in mid-air. I gasped as I felt his tongue travelling the length of my slit, tracing the folds that craved his touch. I whimpered slightly as he sucked on my clit, fighting to remain still through the powerful tingling he elicited. It was intense, almost too intense, but Jason knew my body better than I did and the moment it became too much, he released my enflamed bud and returned to the delightful, long, slow licks.

  The instant he withdrew his tongue, my hips bucked back, missing the contact. I heard Jason chuckle and knew he was going to make me pay for it.

  “Sorry,” I moaned, my breathing ragged.

  “When will you learn to be still, my little squirrel?” Came the husky response that almost had me wiggling my ass in his direction in a desperate plea for more.

  “I was trying, I promise,” I pouted, attempting to make out his face in the dark.

  “I know, baby,” he mollified, planting a gentle kiss on each ass cheek.

  I felt his fingers on me once more. He pushed inside of me and began rotating them, massaging my inner walls. I barely held back a groan of frustration when he withdrew them before I reached my climax.

  His fingers returned, this time in triplet, and forced their way back into me. My muscles protested at the tightness but that quickly gave way to pleasure when he began pulsing them in and out of me, bringing me ever closer to the brink.

  “Please don’t stop,” I begged as I felt myself nearing my limit. I knew Jason was probably going to stop as punishment for not keeping still, but I hoped he’d take pity on me.

  “Why shouldn’t I stop, Jamie?” He asked, slowing his fingers down just enough that the knot of pressure inside me couldn’t burst and give me the release my body craved.

  “Please, Jason,” I groaned. “Please let me come.”

  “I’ll think about it,” he teased, withdrawing his fingers entirely.

  I bit down onto the sheet and buried my face to drown out my cry of frustration. Why is he doing this? He was never usually this cruel. He usually made a game of it, making me beg to get my release, or refusing to let me come until I’d proved I could hold still, but in the end he always lets me come. He’d been teasing me for what felt like an age but I still hadn’t had my release and I was starting to get frustrated to the point where it wasn’t fun anymore.

  My complaints were quickly quashed as I heard Jason tearing the condom packet open. I groaned against the mattress as I felt him rub his tip up and down my moist slit teasingly before he pushed himself part way inside me. Jason stilled and I was grateful. No matter how many times we had sex, my body never seemed to acclimatise to his sheer size.

  He traced my spine with his fingers before resting his hands on my hips and holding them firmly as he withdrew only to thrust back into me again. I moaned at the exquisite feeling of fullness, enjoying the powerful ripples of pleasure as he withdrew once more. Only his tip remained inside me before he thrust into me again. This time he entered me fully, sinking inside me to the very hilt, letting me feel every delightful inch of him as he stretched me beyond belief.

  He began with long, slow, movements. Too slow. He withdrew to the tip before pushing himself back into me in controlled thrusts, massaging the magic point inside me that made wonderful things happen.<
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  “That feel good, Jamie?” He whispered.

  I nodded, unsure that I could conquer the mammoth task of speaking whilst he continued stroking that spot.

  “Tell me you like it, Jamie. I want to hear you say it.”

  I was already blushing, not that Jason could see. He’d know though. He knew me far too well. I was used to Jason’s bedroom banter. It wasn’t that I was shy or uncomfortable around him. That wasn’t the case at all. He was just so talented; always bringing me to my knees around him and it was fairly overwhelming sometimes.

  “It feels so good,” I managed, barely recognising the sound of my voice over the obvious desperation it conveyed. “Faster. Please, Jason. Faster.”

  “No, Jamie. We’re going to do this nice and slow.”

  I was close to screaming with frustration. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I was dangerously close to asking him to stop because I got the sense he was punishing me for more than just my inability to keep still or the accidental teasing from earlier that evening.

  He moved himself in and out of me slowly, controlling every movement and making sure I felt every ridge and groove of his cock as he teased me with it relentlessly.

  “Jason, please, I can’t take any more,” I pleaded. I could feel his eyes searching for mine in the dark. I knew he was trying to decide how much further he could push me.

  “Patience, baby,” he soothed as he swivelled his hips slightly, eliciting an almost pained groan from me.

  He began increasing his pace, his right hand snaking round my hip to gently roll my clit between his finger and thumb. I was close, so close, to bursting around him when he pulled me up so that my arms were no longer on the bed. My back arched away from Jason to accommodate the position and my breast met with his hand as he kneaded the tender mound and tweaked its stiffened nub. I could feel my muscles begin to quicken their convulsions around him as he thrust in and out of me with his other hand on my hip. I’m so close.

  “Not yet, Jamie,” he whispered in my ear.

  I practically came just from the feel of his lips against my ear but I was too confused.

  “What?” I breathed, impressed with myself for being able form an entire word despite the fact that I was dangerously close to finding my release.

  “I want you to hold it, baby. Don’t come yet.”

  I whimpered as his words sank in. How on earth am I meant to hold it? I had no control over my body at the best of times, let alone when Jason was driving me crazy with lust and desire.

  I somehow managed to clench my teeth and force my body to wait as Jason began thrusting, harder now, with a sense of renewed urgency. The sound of his ragged breathing in my ear only served to make the task more difficult but I somehow forced my climax back. Despite the fact that being denied my release was pure torture, there was no refuting that I was more turned on than I ever have been in my life.

  His hand travelled down from my breast and over my stomach, coming to rest on my abdomen and pushing gently as he began rubbing circles on my clit once more.

  “Come for me, Jamie,” Jason growled in my ear, his voice revealing how close he was to his own release.

  My body responded to his words almost instantaneously and I felt my muscles clenching around him, milking him as he shot ream after ream of hot liquid inside me. For a split second, my muscles strained and my body bowed, and then my mind went blank and the torturous tension finally exploded from my body. I was vaguely aware of Jason grunting my name as he held me against him and we collapsed to the bed together.

  Jason rolled us over so that we were on our sides, my back to his front, before he eased himself out of me and removed the condom. He was back beside me in no time, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

  “Thank you,” I breathed as he kissed the back of my head and I snuggled closer to him.

  I heard Jason chuckle gently behind me. He’d long since given up telling me I didn’t need to say thank you. Jason treated my body to wondrous sensations such as the ones I was currently coming down from, no amount of thank-yous could convey my gratitude for that but it was the least I could do.

  “Are you mad at me?” I breathed, my stomach clenching with worry as I waited nervously for him to respond. I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I had to know.

  Jason’s arms tightened around me infinitesimally and he remained silent a while before he responded. “Why do you ask?”

  “I… it felt sort of like you were trying to punish me for real,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks blush with humiliation. That’s how it had felt though. He hadn’t hurt me or castigated me but there was something about the way he’d touched me that was different. Most of the time when Jason touched me it was like he couldn’t stop, like he could barely rein himself in and had to touch every part of me. Tonight, he’d been quite controlled. It had been hot as hell but I needed to know that we were okay.

  “You think you need to be punished?” He teased eventually, his fingers tracing circles on my stomach.

  I didn’t know how to answer that. I’d been expecting a response to my question that would put my mind and ease but instead I was feeling like a small child who was about to get a thorough telling-off. A feeling that was neither unfamiliar nor welcome.

  “I… I don’t know,” I managed, feeling the last of my post-orgasmic glow quickly fading away.

  Sensing my discomfort Jason shifted in the bed so that I was on my back and he was on his side next to me. “You don’t think you did anything wrong?”

  I wanted to say no, but I knew that I had usually done something wrong.

  “I’m sorry,” I said quietly, worrying my bottom lip.

  “Hey, don’t do that,” he admonished, his voice turning gentle. “You never need to be that way with me.”

  “What way?” I ask, confused by his change of mood.

  “The way you are with your brothers, all scared and apologetic. I was just teasing you, baby.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek and I felt myself relax a little.

  “So you weren’t trying to punish me?”

  Jason shifted a little by my side and I knew that he was indeed trying to punish me. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, his voice tinged with guilt.

  “Why?” I asked meekly, feeling equally guilty because if he wanted to punish me then I must have done something wrong.

  “You kissed Alex.” His voice was calm, and if I hadn’t known him as well as I did, I might have believed the facade, but the twinge of anger and hurt in his voice didn’t escape me.

  “But he’s… Alex,” I frowned. We’d always been that way. He gave me almost all of the happy memories I had from school and was the only guy who ever made me feel special, until I met Jason that is. Even if he hadn’t been gay, I would never have gotten into anything truly intimate with him because I valued his friendship, and what it meant to me, too highly.

  “I don’t care, Jamie. I don’t want to see any other man touching you like that,” he said firmly.

  “Okay, I’m sorry,” I frowned. I was glad it was dark, I didn’t want Jason to see how hurt I was that he didn’t trust me with my best friend.

  “No one else, man or woman, touches you. I don’t care if they’re gay or straight. I’m the only one that get’s to touch you, because you’re mine.”

  I took a second to absorb his words. I never got tired of hearing Jason say that I was his. It made me feel so safe and wanted. I considered for a second how I would have felt if I saw Jason kissing another girl, even if she was a lesbian. The thought did unpleasant things to my stomach.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t really think it through.” I turned over so that I was lying on my side and facing him. I wrapped my arm around him and nuzzled up against his chest, enjoying my favourite sensation: skin against skin. “It won’t happen again, I promise. Please don’t be mad at me.” I could hear the whimper in my voice and knew I sounded a bit pathetic but I couldn’t stomach the idea of Jason being mad at me.r />
  Jason sighed and returned my embrace, wrapping both his arms around me and letting me rest my head on his strong bicep.

  “I’m sorry too.” He let his breath rush out over my hair and I squirmed a little from the tickling sensations. “Jealousy is a relatively new emotion for me and I guess I’m not so good at handling it.”

  “You could have just talked to me, you know,” I pouted against his peck. “Instead of withholding orgasms.” I buried my head a little further under his chin just in case there was enough light that he could see my burning cheeks.

  “I liked my way better,” he grinned against my hair.

  I couldn’t deny I had enjoyed it, but then again, I always enjoyed being with Jason. Especially when no clothing was involved.

  “I love you,” I said, tilting my head back and kissing his strong, stubble lined jaw.

  “I love you too, my little squirrel.”

  Chapter 3

  Sunday, 6th January 2013

  I crept out of the bed, careful not to wake Jason. Stretching my arms above my head, I looked down at my pile of clothes, trying to decide what to wear. My eyes had just rested on a dark green, flowing shirt when the bedroom door burst open and one of the twins walked in unceremoniously. He glanced over at me quickly, then looked away as he realised I was naked. He made no move to leave though.

  “Dressed. Now,” he ordered, keeping his eyes on Jason who was now very much awake.

  “What the fuck? Can’t you see she’s getting dressed? Get out!” Jason demanded, sitting up in the bed. The duvet thankfully covered his lower half so it wasn’t obvious that he was naked as well.

  “Kitchen, five minutes,” the twin ordered. I think it was Rick. He flounced out of the room, slamming the door behind him.