Just Pretend

Chapter Twenty-Three

Gwen

I'm delirious with lust for Jason.

My body refuses to listen to my mind screaming that sleeping with Jace is a mistake and that nothing will be the same after this as Jason shifts his hips slightly, pressing his gorgeous erection against my slit.

Yes, the man has a fucking gorgeous penis.

My eyes couldn't help but focus on his hands as I kissed his throat and chest while he rolled the condom on and the length and girth are in perfect proportion to his size with a slight upward curve.

My hips buck against him and he slips between my lips, easing himself into me with a soft moan.

'Fuck, you're tight,' he whispers and lowers his head to mine, capturing my lips with his, as his back bows off me. I can only moan as he stretches me open, my back arching into him. He leans me backwards until my back drops onto the mattress, popping him free of me and dragging a cry of disappointment from me.

Jason doesn't deprive me of him for long, lowering his body on top of mine and slams back into me, causing my body to slide upwards on the bed. I lift my hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life when Jason finally finds the hard, punishing rhythm that bounces my body up and down on the bed, sending pleasure coursing through my body.

I open my eyes and look up at Jason looking down at me, a fierce expression on his face. When I reach my breaking point, about to come again, when he slows his pace, leaning down to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pressing his forehead against mine.

His thrusts slow down enough to keep me on the verge of orgasm and my breath gasps from my lungs, burning in my throat as I cling to him for dear life.

'Jace...' I whisper, not sure if I'm asking him to keep the pace or to go faster, and I feel his lips press against my forehead before he shifts his hips and thrusts into me; hard.

I cry out as my orgasm suddenly overtakes me; my body clenching around him and he grunts his own release, his lips pressing against my forehead.

He stays on top of me, buried inside of me, until both of us catch our breath before pulling out slowly and dropping onto his back next to me, pulling me into his side with his arm under my shoulders.

'Fucking hell,' he breathes and I chuckle softly, sitting up slightly to pull the condom off him and tying it and dropping it in the bin next to my side of the bed. I lay back down and put my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound under my ear.

'You're something, you know that?' he asks after a while of comfortable silence and I turn on my stomach to look at him with my arm still draped over his waist, and resting my chin on the back of my hand.

'If you're about to say that I'm weird, I know that. Being normal is overrated.'

He barks a laugh and reaches towards my face, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, a smile on his face.

'I wasn't. I was going to say that earlier you didn't want to have anything to do with this and look where we are,' he says and I roll my eyes with a smile.

'I'm a woman who is allowed to change her mind,' I say cryptically and Jason raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

'C'mon Gwen. I deserve to know why you've changed your mind,' he says and I sigh, knowing that I'll have to tell him.

'Jason, I always want you. Last night was supposed to be my night of catharsis; I need to get Mark out of my head. It's my process. I tried to hold out, I honestly did, but do you know how hard that was?'