Play With Me || 2 || Off the Ice Series

15 | The Subconscious Knows *

ARDEN

I wake up plastered to Jason's chest, still hearing the pitter patter of the rain falling down around us, though definitely not as hard as last night.

Jason is awake beneath me, his hand dragging up and down my back in soothing back tickles.

"Why are you up so early?" He murmurs, voice still groggy with sleep and I look down at him, resting my hand of his chest and my chin on my hand, content to just stay here and back in the ministration of his fingertips under my shirt and playing along my back in long strokes.

"We've got nothing to do today." He murmurs, watching me through sleep filled eyes.

I laugh softly, "we've got nothing to do any day."

His hand squeezes where it sits at my waist before he goes back to his ministration of my back. "True."

It's quiet, just listening to the rain fall outside before Jason's clears his throat, "I have something we can do."

I raise a brow at the man below me and he grins cheekily.

"My coach is always saying I need to include exercise in my daily routine, keep my heart healthy." He grins cheekily and I narrow my eyes, confusion hitting me. 

He raises a brow, "I don't know about you, but I've heard sex is a great way to get your blood pumping and heart rate up."

He doesn't let me reply as he rolls us, but only a small laugh exits me before it's silenced by his lips, his hands diving into my hair so he can control my movements.

He devours my lips like I'll be his last meal.

I very well may be.

A deep groan whispers past his lips, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth, curling it around his. My hands travel down his exposed back, settling on the curve of his ass before I grab a handful, needing something to grab as my core tightens with arousal.

Jason laughs against my lips, "Are you an ass girl, kitten?"

He swallows my answer with another kiss before he leaves me again, "If you bring your hands up north a bit, you'll be able to feel the indents from your fingernails from the first time."

He again, swallows any retort I would have made, whispering against my lips. "I only wish I could keep more souvenirs from you, but I guess your cat scratches will have to suffice." He bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth. "For now."

His hands move, slipping under the fabric of my shirt before finding my breasts, palm curving over them instantly, like his hands were made to touch me.

He groans, "I fucking love your body. Like you were made for me, kitten." He groans, delivering a scorching kiss to my lips, leaving me wanting more. "Fucking made for me."

A moan leaves my lips, followed by a sharp gasp as he tweaks my nipples, twisting them to his desire before soothing over them with the pad of his thumb.

Using his other hand to push the rest of my shirt up over my chest, he leans down and captures my other nipple in his hot mouth, giving it equal attention as his thumb and forefinger twist and tweak the other.

Sensations rocks through me, sharp biting pain mixing with hot pleasure. The feeling too much that I can't even form a coherent thought to ask for what I want.

But Jason knows, lifting an amused brow at my moans and mewls.

"What kitten, use your words?"

I want to glare at the amusement he finds in my pain, but I can't, too lost in the sensations he's drawing from my body, my pussy throbbing in time with each pull of his mouth on my nipple.