Chapter 31

"Let me go," I demanded as Jason firmly held my arm, his grip unyielding.

Jason's gaze met mine with a mixture of determination and regret. "We need to talk, Drea. Please, just hear me out."

As he led me away from the event, his strides purposeful, I couldn't help but recall the reasons our relationship had unraveled. The memories surfaced, a tumultuous mix of love and heartache. I halted, pulling my arm from his grasp.

"What do you want from me, Jason?" I questioned, my voice tinged with frustration. "Have you already forgotten how things ended the last time we saw each other?"

He sighed, a hint of remorse in his eyes. "I regret how things ended between us, Drea. I want a chance to explain, to make things right. Can we talk somewhere private?"

I knew something was going on between Kehlani and Jason but I wasn't sure what it was, I needed an explanation at that time, why he suddenly broke up with me? It's too late for an explanation but I need to hear what really happened.

"Fine, but make it quick," I reluctantly agreed.

He led me towards his car.

"Get in"

"What? We both know what happened the last time you told me to do that, say whatever you want to say here"

"Do you want to be all over the internet tomorrow? If no, get in, let's talk without the world watching"

Ugh, I stepped into the car and he also did the same.

I folded my arms, ready for the impending conversation. "Well, what is it, Jason? Why are you here?"

He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I've realized the mistakes I made, and I want to make amends. Can we start over, Drea?"

"Start over? Make the amends first, then I might consider"

His gaze softened, "I didn't want to lose my daughter..."

Jason took a deep breath. "Kehlani blackmailed me with our history and I regret letting her succeed."

Conflicting emotions surged within me – anger, confusion, and a flicker of sympathy. His admission left me torn between getting angry at him and trying to understand why he chose to protect his daughter.

"I'm not ready to share the details of my past with you just yet," he continued, holding one of my hands and gently stroking it with his thumb. "But one day, I promise, I'll tell you everything. I hope you can understand, Drea."

The complexity of the situation lingered in the air as we navigated through our emotions. He should've told me sooner, I don't know what to say now.

"I want to go home."

I said avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, I will take you home."

I nodded still not looking at him.

Jason turned on the car, and we drove in an awkward silence. I could feel his gaze on me, even though I avoided eye contact, catching glimpses of him through my side eye. His thumb continued to stroke my hand, a gesture that now felt more complicated than comforting.

He pulled over in front of my house.  I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door, eager to escape the confines of the car. He stepped out too.

I looked at him.

"Thanks for the ride," I mumbled, closing the car door behind me. I walked away.

"Drea..."

I halted and turned.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

I hesitated. After a moment, I turned back toward my house. I didn't say anything, but I left the door open, a silent invitation.

As I entered, I could hear his footsteps following right behind. The door closed.

We made eye contact for a fleeting second, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that hung in the air. It was a gaze filled with longing.

Suddenly, as if drawn by an invisible force, our lips met in a longing kiss. It started as a soft and hesitant connection, a test of waters that quickly evolved into something deeper. The kiss became a dance of desire, a slow and deliberate exploration of the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Passion ignited between us, and the world outside ceased to exist. His hands gently cradled my face, and I could feel the intensity of the moment coursing through our connection. Our lips moved in sync, creating an intimate rhythm that spoke of both yearning and a hunger for closeness.

It was a passionate embrace, a declaration of longing that left me breathless and craving more. 

Jason's hands, now exploring with a delicate fervor, traced the contours of my body, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake. My own hands, entwined in his hair, tightened as the kiss deepened, a fusion of yearning and surrender.

Still lost in the fervor of the kiss, Jason lifted me effortlessly, my legs crossing around him as our connection deepened. His hands, firm and confident, held my back, creating an electric current between us.

Carrying me into the room,  The intensity of our kiss remained unbroken as he gently laid me down on my bed, our lips still locked in a dance of desire.

With a seamless transition, Jason's hands moved to my thighs, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The hunger for closeness intensified, our bodies aligning in a magnetic embrace. My legs remained crossed around him, creating an intimate connection.

The room seemed to pulse with the echoes of our shared desire, a symphony of breaths and heartbeats. As he hovered above me, the intensity in his eyes mirrored the passion that had ignited between us.

Our lips parted for a moment, breathless. The silence spoke volumes as we caught our breath, our eyes locked in a shared understanding. Without breaking the magnetic pull, our lips met again, a reaffirmation of the longing that had unfolded into a passionate union.

As the kiss deepened, Jason, with a deliberate yet sensual motion, began to remove his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and a muscular body that heightened the intensity of the moment. His skin, warmed by the desire that filled the room, spoke a language of its own.

Ugh, kill me

I removed the tiny hands of the emerald dress I had on, revealing my breasts. The dress rested on my waist cause my legs are still wrapped around him, Jason removed it, revealing the curves of my body and the matching thong that echoed the colour of the dress. The air thickened with anticipation as Jason's gaze roamed over me, a silent approval that fueled the desire coursing through our veins.

Running my hands along the contours of his cheeks, I savored the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. The room seemed to shrink as our connection deepened, the longing in our eyes a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries we were willingly crossing.

With a seamless motion, Jason lifted me once again, carrying me with a confident ease. He placed me at the center of the bed, the softness of the sheets beneath me contrasting with the intensity of our desires.

He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He wrenched the thong to a side then took me in his mouth.

"Jason..."

I moaned with pleasure. I arched my back and grabbed the sheets, my eyes looking at the ceiling like I was on drugs, his tongue was doing wonders. After minutes of devouring me, he moved to my left breast, using his right hand to pin my arms above my head, greedily taking my breast in his mouth. He moved up to my face and kissed me senselessly, he released my arms.

I didn't like that he was taking control, I stood up and sat him down, I unbuttoned his trousers and brought out his cock which was so fucking hard. I took him in my mouth, he removed my hair which was in a ponytail, letting it fall on my shoulder.

"Yes..."

Yeah, you can't be in control every time.

I continued for minutes, I ran my tongue around his balls, still stroking when he raised my head up.

"That's enough"

He smoothly and gently flipped me onto my back so that I was lying on the bed once again, and he was above me, His cock sprang out, huge and pale. He pressed his full length against me, then started to thrust against my clit. The tip of his penis grazed my clit again and again, I arched my back to meet him, moaning every time he grazed the sensitive bud.

My moans seemed to drive him wild. He tore the thong. His thumb found my clit. He circled it, pressing, as his cock rubbed against me, and he clamped his mouth around my nipple, once again. It was too much.  The orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out, calling his name as I soared. Jason didn't stop-he suckled on my nipple, thumbed my clit, and thrust his hot, hard cock as I came against him, hard.

"Good girl." His touch became less insistent and more relaxed as I shuddered and returned to earth.

"Jason..." I shifted so that I could reach down and feel him between my legs.

He finally put it in, started slowly.

"Ugh..."

I grabbed the sheets to my face, the slow pace was killing me. After like what took forever, he fastened the pace, thrusting in and out. I cried out. He's killing me, fuck!

Minutes after, I came and he also came almost immediately, he collapsed beside me, pulling me close to him, breathing heavily. He kissed my forehead, running his hand through my hair.

"I love you"

He said still breathing heavily. That would be the first time he is saying it after sex, maybe he felt my absence in his life.

"I love you too"

He pulled me closer to his chest, I hugged him in return.

After minutes of silence, he detached himself, reaching for his trousers.

"Jason..."