Nervously, I looked at him standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist and wondered what tomorrow would be like. Would he still be like this, or would he back to the Jared I've gotten to know this past year?
"Yeah, I can stay with you." What the hell was I getting myself into? I turned the light out in the bathroom and followed him back to his room. Holding my shirt and jean shorts in my hand, I was going to get dressed.
"Thank you Cas." He pulled the towel off of his waist and got into bed, moving all the way over to make room for me. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I climbed into bed next to him. His arm immediately wrapped around me and his body relaxed.
Unable to sleep, I lay there, listening to his steady breathing. My mind raced, trying to understand what happened tonight to make him call me. I stared at him lying there with his eyes closed. I didn't want to get too comfortable knowing that this wasn't our relationship. 'It's only sex Cas, don't be stupid.' I had to remind myself, but I still couldn't help wanting to comfort him.
Taking a chance, I pushed the hair out of his face and ran my hand down his jaw line to feel the scruff that had grown in the last few days. He never moved and I decided not to push it and disturb him.
Moving his arm, I turned my back to him once I was sure he was asleep. I looked around the dimly lit room. The moonlight was shining through the window, casting little light around the room. His suitcase lay there open on the floor. Either he was packing to leave or had just gotten back. I couldn't tell which.
I lay there coming up with scenario after scenario, until I felt his hands on my back. I turned around to see him sitting up. When I rolled over onto my back, he placed my hand on his chest before sliding it down to wrap around him. I let him guide me, show me what he wanted. His hand moved on top of mine up and down his thick, veiny cock. I watched his eyes closely land his head drop back.
He was so gentle, unlike he's ever been before. I moved my hand away when he got up on his knees, but he put it right back. His knee moved between mine holding himself up, while I continued to stroke him. Small groans escaped his lips until he finally touched me. His mouth moved to my neck and instead of him biting hard like he normally did, he licked over my collarbone.
I felt the shiver all the way down my spine. His hands softly squeezed my breasts as his tongue moved over my nipples. What the fuck was happening here? It felt so right and I never wanted it to end. Rolling my nipple between his teeth, his hand slipped between my legs.
"Oh fuck..." Escaped my lips when his fingers came into contact with my clit. I couldn't stop myself and when I spoke, I waited to be punished, but it didn't happen. His skilled fingers moved over my clit like a pro. His touch was gentle but effective.
Was this a test? Was he waiting to catch me off guard? He stared down at me when he knew that I was close.
My release hit me hard and I closed my eyes, saying his name. He continued to touch me until I finally couldn't take anymore. "I want you." He whispered to me.
"I want you." I whispered back.
My legs trembled with anticipation, dying to feel him inside of me. "Please, Jared." I added desperate for him.
Reaching over into the nightstand, he frantically ripped the packet open and pulled the condom out. I watched as he rolled it over his dick. The second it was in place, I gripped his arms tightly.
His hips moved slowly against mine and I had forgotten all about the beast I knew was still deep inside of him. This was a different side of him that I had no experience with. Every deep stroke he made was perfect. He let me touch him and kiss him, which only added to what I was feeling. I loved the way he made me feel so at ease and relaxed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy what we already had, this was just new.
My legs locked around his waist as I stared up at him. I'm so used to looking around the room as I was being pounded into from behind. This changed things, for me at least.
He flipped us over and I was stunned that I was on top of him. He slid his hands down to my hips, moving me over his cock.
He let go when I started moving at my own fast pace. When his thumb came in contact with my clit, I exploded around him and watched his face as he thrust upward into me. It wasn't until I calmed down that I smiled, realizing that I'm going to get to watch him cum. I've always wanted to see that and never have, he never allowed it. Unable to hold back anymore he let go. No violent string of curses, no gripping my skin so tight that I'm bruised, and no hair pulling. He was quiet with the exception of his breathing. His eyes remained closed the whole time, but could watch that all day.
Pulling the condom off, he tied off the end, and tossed it into the trash can. He settled behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my neck. Who was this guy and what did he do with Jared? But more importantly, what does this mean?
