Dirty Little Secret

Clothes and Scenting

Nicolas' POV

My mind is a blur as Jason tugs me towards the bed, his tall strong body standing in front of me as he looks down at me, his eyes so dark to makes me want to get on my knees to arch my neck to him.

For him.

He smells so good.

'He needs to fuck us.' Benny says, his voice almost a prayer and I nod in a daze in agreement.

When we get to the bed, Jason turns his back towards it and stands directly in front of me, his hands coming up to cup my jaw softly and his lips turns up at the corners into a smirk that makes me want to give him anything he asks for.

"Let's get these off of you." He tells me and unable to do anything else, I nod. His fingers trace down my throat making me tilt my head back to give him better access and he gives me a growl of approve in return that makes my knees weak in response. His fingers get to my zipper of my coat and unlike me, he's quick to discard the fabric form my body and leaves me with just me my long sleeve shirt on.

I shiver, but it has nothing to do with the temperature in the room, only the feeling of his fingers grazing the softness of my body, his touch light but it doesn't stop me from feeling it down to my core.

His hands trail down my tummy until they get to the bottom of my shirt and instead of lifting the fabric, his hands go under it and softly rub against my abdomen, a whine being pulled out of my throat as he touched me softly.

And I want more.

I start to move and shift on the spot and Jason's eyes rise from the section of tummy that he can see to my eyes. "What is it, runt?" He asks me, the familiar nickname sounding different on his lips now than it used to.

"More." I whisper and he mike's hit doesn't move.

"I'm sorry?" He says as if he doesn't have superhreaing and didn't hear what I said. I whine a little and shift form foot to foot but he doesn't relent.

"I want more." I tell him, louder than before and he doesn't even say anything before he takes the shift and pulls it off of my head in one quick smooth motion making me gasp. With hooded eyes I watch as he walks backwards until he's sitting in the bed, and he raises his hands to my hips before he picks me up and has me sitting on his lap straddling his legs.

I look away in embarrassment at the position even if it makes my dick in my pants want more.

Jason goes to lay down and he takes me with him until I'm laying on top of his body and he keeps his hands on my waist, eyes looking over mine, dark and enticing and I have to stop myself form biting my lip.

"Scent me." He tells me, his voice deep and inviting and my face flushed heavier than before as I realize that my naked body is going to be sliding against his even if our pants are still on.

My instinct won't let me hesitant for long and in no time, my nose is in his neck, breathing in his warm harsh smell and my body starts moving, rubbing my neck against his and our chest between each other. But my naughty parts rub against his and the sparks that fly up my body makes me gasp just as a moan breaks free of my mouth and I bite my lip at the feeling, stopping my assault and plan of marking Jason with my scent.

Suddenly I'm moving and I find myself on the bed, Jason leaning above me with hands on either side of my head, his eyes going from black to brown and back as he struggles to maintain control.

I know there was a reason for me being good, but I can't think of it right now and I find myself arching my neck and my back, baring my throat to him as I whine and writhe beneath him.

In one fluid motion I find Jace's face in my neck, sharp teeth brushing against the sensitive part and hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave a mark but I don't care. I let my hands com up and push his head closer to my neck, wanting him to do it. Mark me. Claim me.

I feel him about to do it, but at the last minute he snarls and his teeth go away before soft lips appear along my skin instead.

The feeling makes me shiver but I still whine at the lose.

'Mark him.' Benny tells me but the hands on my hips are holding me down from moving.

"You naughty naughty boy." Jason tells me, his voice strained but clear and I lower my neck to find him staring down at me with a wicked grin. "Looks like I can't leave your ass in charge huh? It's okay. I'll take care of you." He tells me, and I relax and let him, because if it's one thing rhat Jason has always been good at, it's taking care of me. And he always gives me what I need.

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I wouldn't be able to do what Jason is doing. Nick would have been Marked I'm sorry lmaoo. This is so steamy. a continuation of the soft slow burn.

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