Breakaway

Chapter Three

Their mouths met and clung in a long, slow kiss. When they drew apart, their eyes met. Jason’s breath stuck in his chest, his heart thudding painfully. His eyelids felt heavy and then, like two magnets, he and Remi fell on each other, their mouths meeting again, this time hard, hot and hungry.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and practically crawled onto his lap, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. She tasted delicious, sweet and sparkly like champagne, with a hint of mint from the mojitos. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and then she was on his lap, sideways on the couch. He shifted his body, gently lowered her to the couch and moved over her. He kissed her again and again until they both had to break for air, panting.

She licked her lips, staring at him wide-eyed. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

And they went at it again, deep, seeking, open-mouthed kisses. His hands stroked her everywhere he could reach, over her hips, her waist, up the sides of her rib cage, thumbs resting just beneath her breasts, then down to thighs bared by her skirt, which had ridden up indecently high. Her skin was satiny warm and her body jerked when he found the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

He was acutely aware of how tiny she was compared to him, worried that he might hurt her, so he took care and didn’t let his weight rest on her as he leaned over her to kiss her. She squirmed beneath him, arching into him, and he lifted away from her.

“What?” she gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She blinked at him. “Of course I’m okay. Why are you stopping?”

Instead of answering, he just kissed her again, starving for more of the taste and feel of her in his mouth. Their tongues played, her hands wandered up and down his back, then slipped under his suit jacket. Through the thin cotton of his shirt he felt her warmth and he wanted nothing between her touch and his skin.

He sat up again and tore his suit jacket off. Goddamn suits and ties, he’d never understand why they had to wear these things on game days, but apparently they had to look professional. He fumbled at his throat with the knot of the tie, like a noose around his neck, and when he’d loosened it, he popped open the first two buttons of his shirt. Ah. So much better.

He took a deep breath and leaned back down to Remi, kissing her again. Now her little hands tugged at his shirt and found their way beneath it to his skin. He wanted to groan at the pleasure of it.

He was so hard and full he ached with it, longing to press himself against her softness, but he held himself back, again conscious of her size, and his size, and the difference in their size. They kissed on and on, hands roving, bodies writhing, skin heating.

He had to feel more of her and he rose up to slide the tiny straps of her top down her arms, dying to see the curves of her breasts. She helped him by hitching her shoulders and then he peeled the sparkly top down to her waist, revealing the—thank you, Jesus—black lace strapless bra. He blinked at it, at the delicate curves between the lacy cups, and his mouth watered. “So pretty,” he murmured. “I love black lace.”

“That’s good.”

He tipped his head. “Do your panties match?”

She huffed out a soft laugh. “Find out for yourself.”

“Mmm. Okay.”

And the top and the skirt came off too, both down over her hips and legs, leaving her lying on the couch in her lingerie, and yes, her panties were black lace too, a tiny triangle held on by a slender black ribbon over each hip. Her skin was incredible—creamy smooth everywhere, her body dainty and perfect.

He had to just stop and stare, breathing hard.

“Jason?” She put a hand out to him and he lifted his gaze to her face. Uncertainty shadowed her eyes, her mouth soft and pouty.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. “I have to look at you.”

Her eyes widened, then drifted closed and the corners of her mouth tipped up. “Thank you. I’m not…”

He lightly rested his fingers on her mouth. “Don’t even say it.” He didn’t know how, but he knew what she was about to say and he didn’t want to hear any comparisons between her and anyone else, because there was no comparison. Jason himself was a little taken aback at how stunningly beautiful he found her. His heart stuttered in his chest. Jesus.

He swallowed, then explored her curves with his hands, taking them on a joyful tour of smooth thighs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He longed to see her nipples, to taste them too, but he wanted to keep the black lace on as long as possible.

He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the softness of her tummy and it quivered beneath his mouth. His tongue gave a gentle lap, his lips a tiny suck, and he breathed in the fresh, flowery scent of her skin before he lifted his head. She groaned and slid her hands into his hair.

He pressed a trail of kisses down over her lower belly, noting the tiny fine golden hairs just above the black lace, wanting to see what was beneath it, digging deep for patience. He pressed his mouth over the black lace and inhaled again, her scent now warmer and layered with feminine arousal. It made him so goddamn hard he groaned. Her hips lifted beneath him and when he raised his head and looked down at his big hands holding her small hips, he shook. It was like holding a doll, tiny and perfect, but terrifying.

“Uh…” He reared back again.

“What? Now what?”

He shook his head, his brains fuddled a bit. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this.

He shoved a hand into his hair and sat up straight. Remi struggled up onto her elbows, a frown pinching her brows together. “What’s wrong?”

His gut clenched, his dick throbbed, his balls pulsed. Hell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She gazed at him. “We agreed. We’re just having fun. No strings attached. Right?”

“I don’t mean like that. I mean…physically. You’re so little.”

His heart thudded and he heard it in his ears as he waited. And waited.

She sat up, all pretty ivory curves and black lace and golden hair. He gulped.

Then his heart stopped. Literally stopped, as she climbed onto his lap, straddled him and went to work on his tie. She yanked it off over his head, fingered open the buttons of his shirt, one, then another, then another, until she spread it wide across his chest.

She sucked in a breath as she did so, eyes glued to his pecs, and he sat there, arms at his side while she palmed his chest. Christ, it felt good.

He lifted his arms and flicked open the button at each wrist so he could shrug out of the shirt, but his mind was spinning at the touch of her fingers sliding down lower over his abs, then to the fastener of his pants.

“Remi…”

She lifted her head. “Don’t tell me to stop.”

“But…”

Then his heart lurched again and resumed its racing rhythm as she covered his erection with her hand and pressed. His cock twitched hard. “Ah!”

“You don’t want me to stop,” she murmured, getting to work on the zipper. “I can tell.”

“No…I…Jesus.”

She tugged at his pants and she needed him to lift his hips to get them off, but he didn’t move. Trying to keep his body from exploding with lust, he sucked in a deep breath. “What are you doing, Remi?”

“I’m not breakable,” she told him. “Yeah, you’re bigger than I am, but I’m not fragile.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I want to do this.”

“Maybe we should…take it to a bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

She slid off his lap and stood, a tiny goddess in black lace and stiletto heels, and when she tugged his hand and tried to pull his two hundred plus pounds off the couch, he smiled.

He rose to his feet, holding his pants with one hand and her hand with the other, and let her lead him to her bedroom.

She clicked on a lamp beside the bed and he smiled in approval at the gold duvet cover. Four pillows on the bed. No cushions. He walked across a Persian carpet in glowing shades of gold and cinnamon and sage green, and stopped beside her.

Hunger for her rose in him, need slamming into his balls, sensation prickling over his flesh. But still he held back.

She studied him, then moved toward him and he lifted his arms to take her into his embrace. Then the room flipped upside down as he felt a foot at the back of his knee, knocking him off balance, taking him out, and with a sharp exhale he landed flat on his back on the bed.

He stared up at the ceiling.

“What the…?”

And then Remi was on top of him, straddling him with those smooth, slender thighs, her hands brushing over his chest. Her eyes sparkled and her mouth curved into an impish smile.

All the blood in his body raced to his groin, leaving him lightheaded and throbbing, his sole point of focus the heat between his legs and the woman kneeling right there, her hair lit by the lamp into a glowing golden halo, her softness pressed against his hardness.

“How’d you do that?” he croaked, reaching for her hips.

“Tae kwon do,” she said, and she leaned over him to kiss him, at the same time rubbing her lace-covered breasts across his chest.

He wanted to know more, but coherent thought spun out of his mind, possibly through his ears, which was why he could hear nothing but a faint buzzing sound, and his eyes closed. He gave himself up to the sensation of her mouth on his, her tongue sliding into his mouth, her small hands all over his naked torso, her body against his as she stretched out over him.

He clasped her hips as pleasure licked up his nerve endings just like her tongue licked his mouth. Her palms rubbed over his nipples, sending tingles shooting through his body.

Then she squirmed down his body and dropped to the floor between his spread legs. She grabbed his pants and tugged, one side, then the other, inching them down his hips.

“Mmmm.”

As usual, he wore no underwear and his erection sprang up, thick and hard and hot. He opened his eyes and looked at Remi gazing down at him open-mouthed, wide-eyed.

“You’re big everywhere,” she breathed, reaching for him. Her small, pale hand on his flushed cock looked incongruous, but it felt so fucking good. She stroked him up and down, looking at him with avid eyes, and when she licked her lips, he groaned and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into her hand.

He wanted to flip her over and strip the black lace off her body, but once again he hesitated. Sure, she knew martial arts, but she was still tiny and he was still big and heavy. So he slowly sat up and gently moved her off him.

She frowned at him as he laid her down on the gold duvet, her skin glowing in the lamplight. He stroked a hand over one curved hip, trailed a finger between her breasts, down the groove of her abdomen to her navel.

“Jason.”

“What?”

“You’re still holding back.”

His forehead tightened. “What do you mean?’

“I mean…” She sat up. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“But…”

She cupped his face with one hand and looked deep into his eyes. “I need more than that.” She held his gaze for several thumping heartbeats.

“What are you…you mean…?”

She nodded meaningfully. Hell, he couldn’t be rough with her. She was a little doll.

“If you won’t do it to me…” She lowered her lashes. “I’ll have to do it to you.”

He felt his eyes widen. His lips parted. His dick lurched. But as much as a turn-on as it was to have a woman threatening to dominate him, it wasn’t going to happen.

She raised an arm and flexed it. “Look. I have muscles.”

He turned his gaze to her biceps. His lips lifted. “Yes. Yes, you do.” Tiny, but her little arm had a defined bulge. “Wanna arm wrestle, baby?”

She grinned. “What do I get if I win?”

“You get to fuck me.”

“Mmmm.” He moved over her and she lay back down on the bed and slid her arms around him. “What do I get if I lose?”

“I get to fuck you.”

“How about we just skip the arm wrestling and get right to the fucking?’

Holy shit, she was so hot she was making him sweat. “Sounds like a plan.”

He had to see those tits, taste them, feel them, so he slid a hand behind her back and flicked open the strapless bra, then grabbed it with his teeth between her breasts and dragged it off her body.

He tossed it aside and she made a noise low in her throat. He gazed down at her. Her breasts were perfect—round and sweet and soft on her chest, lying there beneath him. He filled one hand, and yes, it filled his hand. Who needed more than that? He liked breasts, any kind of breasts, but he’d never gotten the attraction of enormous boobs. For him, it was all about the feel, the softness, the round shape, the way the nipple puckered and tightened and begged to be sucked.

His mouth watered. Pretty pink nipples all tight and hard. He bent his head and kissed the tight tip, ran his tongue over the bumpy texture and sucked it into his mouth. Sweet and hard, he suckled at it, cupping the other breast, the nipple poking his palm, then he switched and tasted the other one.

Fuck. He was so hard he was going to burst. He groaned.

Remi writhed beneath him. “Harder,” she whispered. He paused, resumed his sucking with more force and then he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she cried out. Her hands fisted in his hair and tugged—Jesus, that sent sparks shooting straight to his dick—and he did it again and again. Her body shook and shuddered, hips lifting and electricity sizzled over his skin.

“Christ, Remi.”

The way she responded to him, like he was the hottest guy on the planet, sent his arousal zooming into the stratosphere. A fiery wave of heat cascaded over him, all his blood rushing to his cock and leaving him lightheaded. His balls drew up so hard against his body he feared they might never come down. He had to be inside her, fucking her, now.

Remi trembled and shivered and shuddered with the need to come, arching against Jason, her arms wrapped around him as tight as she could hold on. Her legs lifted and he fitted himself between them, his cock hot and hard against her belly. She moaned.

She throbbed between her legs, her pussy hot and wet and aching for him. She whimpered.

Burning with pleasure, pulsing with need, she arched her back. He shifted up, his mouth leaving her breasts where he had left tingling magic and sensual shivers and she loved, loved, loved the feel of him against her, how hot and hard and big he was.

This couldn’t be happening.

But it was.

She sank into the bed, absorbing the feel of Jason’s fever-hot skin against hers, the weight of him, the taste of him when she opened her mouth over the skin of his shoulder. She licked him, sucked him, kissed him, drawing a long groan from him.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Jesus.” He rose up, took his cock in his hand and pressed at her entrance. She wanted him inside her, but he felt so big, the blunt, round head of his cock pushing at her. She reached down between them, pushing her fingers inside herself. She was wet. So wet. She rubbed the moisture around her pussy to ease his way in and he paused, holding himself over her.

Her fingers brushed over her clit, swollen and sensitive, and she moaned.

“Oh, Remi.” He stroked up and down with the head of his cock and she felt him get slicker and wetter, sliding, and then he tried pushing into her again.

“I love that,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” He pushed deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time, agonizingly slow, tortuously sweet. He stretched her, filled her, hurt her with a delicious pain, and she widened her thighs and lifted her knees to take him deeper.

“You’re so small,” he muttered against her neck. “So tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Please.”

He went very still above her, half buried inside her. Her heart thudded, her pussy clenched and Jason groaned again. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. I can’t hold back.”

“Wait!”

He went motionless, gasping for breath. “What!”

“Condom.”

He took a breath, then another, and then rolled off her onto his back. He covered his face with one hand. “Goddammit.”

“You have to use one.”

She rolled toward him and put a hand on his chest. Jesus, she was probably crazy to be doing this, having sex with a virtual stranger, but not using a condom was out of the question. She might be a tiny bit drunk and a whole lot in lust, but common sense tapped its way through to her consciousness.

“I don’t have one.”

Now she flopped onto her back beside him.

“You don’t have a condom?” She couldn’t believe that! A good-looking guy like him, newly single, didn’t have a condom?

“I didn’t plan on something like this,” he said defensively, his hand still on his face. “Don’t you have one?”

“No.” That was almost laughable. When would she ever have sex?

She was on the Pill, so she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, so maybe…no. “No glove, no love,” she said. Then an idea popped into her head. “Hold on.” She rolled off the bed and scurried out of her bedroom, down the hall to Jasmine’s room. She’d packed everything she owned today, but maybe…just maybe… She hurried into Jasmine’s bathroom and flung open the medicine cabinet. Empty. Yanked open a drawer. A box of tampons, a stick of deodorant, a tube of lip balm…Remi dug through the contents of the drawer. A shower cap. She frowned at that and tossed it aside. And…yes! Condoms! She held up the packets triumphantly, slammed the drawer shut and ran back to her bedroom.

She held them up between two fingers as she approached the bed and Jason raised his head. “Thank Christ,” he muttered. “I did not want to drive to the nearest Walgreens.”

She laughed and tossed the packets on the bed and he reached for one, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his penis with proficient expertise.

Then he grabbed her and rolled her under him and she laughed breathlessly.

“Okay, where were we?” he murmured, kissing her mouth.

“You were about to hurt me.”

He groaned. “Oh, yeah.” And he thrust hard. She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back, her head going back. He pressed kisses to the side of her neck and drove into her, his cock hitting her cervix and making her senses leap. Pleasure-pain streaked through her, flames and chills, sizzling and shivering.

She met his every thrust, loving the heavy weight of him on her, the thick fullness of him inside her, the deepest penetration. “Jason, oh Jason. God.”

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder and he jerked hard. “Christ, Remi.” His cock twitched inside her.

And he pulled out.

“What!” She curled up, gazed up at him, at his chest heaving, face gleaming with sweat, eyes dark.

“You have to come first.”

“Oh.” She let out her breath on a whoosh. “Oh.”

He covered her pussy with his hand, cupping her, and she felt herself pulse against him. Then he stroked with his fingertips, parted her folds and found her clit. She jumped as he touched the sensitive nerve endings, fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. He stroked and rubbed, slicking up more wetness, and she quivered and strained against his touch. “Yes.” She tried to breathe. “Yes.” The faint buzzing started, the very beginning of an orgasm, spreading from his fingers down her thighs, deep inside her, building, twisting, coiling tighter, hotter, higher. More. She needed more. She needed that deeper touch, that driving pressure.

“Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his hips. She dug her fingers into the sides of his buttocks, hard and muscular, pulling him to her. Again he thrust into her and this time the penetration combined with his fingers on her clit sent her spiraling out of control, over the edge, flying.

She grabbed his ass and cried out and he held himself still against her. She felt him inside her, felt the spasms of his cock as he poured himself into her. He came inside her in long, hard spurts, holding his weight off her body, his face buried in the side of her neck.

She pulsed around him in tiny convulsions of pleasure. “Oh dear god,” she said, holding him tight. She’d just had the best sex of her life with a man she barely knew. Boring? Practical? Predictable? Ha! She’d just entered a new world, one where she was wild! Wicked. Wanton. Free.

Jason might have dozed off. He felt like he was floating, aware of his hand on the sweet curve of Remi’s backside, warm and firm, his other hand tangled in her hair. The softness of her bed cushioned his body and the scent of Remi and her sheets mingled with the warm scent of sex. He drifted on a haze of sensual pleasure. Wow.

Who would`ve thought the little blond pixie would be such a tigress in bed? She was little but strong, her appetite for sex matching his, head-on, full-frontal, burn the sheets up.

Christ, she was hot.

He hardened against her and she shifted and murmured drowsily.

He rolled her to her back and kissed her, softly at first, then hotter, harder, as she began to respond, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their tongues licked, mouths kissed and sucked and slid.

“Baby, you are so hot,” he whispered, his mouth sliding over her cheek and jaw. “So fucking hot.”

“Mmmmm.” She tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck and he tasted her with his tongue, so sweet, sucked her flesh gently into his mouth, then licked again. She shivered in his arms. “So are you.”

“Hot for you.”

She smiled then, opening her eyes. “Oh please.”

“What?” He frowned at her.

“You can do better than that.”

She was teasing him, the little witch, eyes sparkling, mouth curved appealingly. He shook his head. “Okay.” He nuzzled between her breasts. “Your breasts are perfection. I love your nipples, how little and sharp they are, how sensitive…” He nipped at one with his lips and she gasped. “How pretty.”

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted closed and he sucked on the other nipple.

“You make my balls feel like they’re going to explode. My cock is so hard I could take a slap shot with it.”

She giggled. “I can’t quite picture that. You’re big, but not that big.”

He laughed too, then rolled to his back, taking her with him, and laid a small smack onto her pretty ass.

Her head jerked up. “Hey!”

“You deserve a spanking,” he said, giving her another tap on the butt. “For making fun of me. I was trying to be sincere.”

She moaned. Whoa. Kinda sounded as if she liked those little love taps.

Her body stretched out over his felt so good, soft and warm and silky, and she rolled her hips against him. She was turned-on. His dick surged. This was gonna be fun.

He lifted her easily by her hips, holding her above him until she was positioned over his cock, which sought out her pussy like a divining rod, quivering and throbbing. Then he lowered her onto him, slowly, again cautious of how big he was and how small she was and how this position would make her take him even deeper.

Eyes closed, she moaned and whimpered as he filled her. Hot, wet velvet closed around him, so goddamn sweet he almost couldn’t bear it, the look on her face pure ecstasy, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts and squeeze. Ah, hell.

He shoved into her, fucking her sweet pussy in a frenzy of lust, but then he stopped, gasping for breath. He needed to make sure she was coming. Had to.

He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, fingers tangled in the tiny puff of curls there.

“Yes,” she whispered, still caressing her breasts. So hot. “Yes, right there.”

He fought back his own rising orgasm, ready to detonate if she moved even the tiniest…bit…god.

Remi was close. So close. Everything inside her pulled up and tightened and twisted in near painful ecstasy.

She heard bells ringing.

She rode Jason, sliding her hands into her hair, her breasts rising, Jason’s fingers working magic on her clit. So close.

The ringing sang in her ears again. “Jesus,” Jason said. “Is that your doorbell?”

“No. Don’t be silly.”

She shifted forward, frowning, trying to pick up that feeling again.

A loud pounding reverberated through the house.

“It is the door,” Jason gasped, hands on her waist. Remi paused, breathing hard.

“No. It’s my heart. Feel it.” She took his hand and pressed it to her left breast and he made a noise deep in his throat.

The hammering sounded again, this time accompanied by shouting voices.

Remi paused again. Dammit! Now it was gone, the elusive orgasm. Although, it was her third of the night.

What was going on?

“There’s someone at your door!”

“There can’t be.” She squinted at the clock beside the bed. “It’s three a.m. Who would…?” She clapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh dear god!”

“What?” Jason’s brows snapped together. He was still hard inside her.

Remi’s mind scrambled. She rolled off Jason and off the bed, eyes darting around the room for something to put on. She scooped up Jason’s shirt from the floor. It was so big she couldn’t find the armholes and she started toward the door as she fought her way into it.

“Remi, who is it?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Jason getting out of bed too, and the sight of his body, all bronze skin and incredible muscles, slowed her feet and distracted her for a couple of heartbeats. He grabbed for his pants and started jumping into them as he crossed the room.

Remi hurried down the hall to the front door, which vibrated under intense, rapid percussion again. She heard a feminine voice calling, “Remi! Are you in there? Remi!”

She peeked out the window and saw—oh god—Delise standing there with two uniformed police officers. Blue and red lights flashed from a car parked at the curb in front of her house. Remi thunked her forehead against the door, hand on the deadbolt, and drew in a long breath. This could not be happening. Could. Not.

She twisted the lock and opened the door just as Jason arrived behind her, chest bare, pants undone, hair standing on end.

The police and Delise burst into the small foyer.