Chapter 14: Chapter 14
“Hey.”
Jason turned around. It was Coco.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Something like that…” He said, stepping to her. “Coco… I don’t know what to do anymore. Fuck. I thought all this would help me become…”
“More confident around women? A sex god? A man who could finally be with a woman without feeling like a fumbling idiot? A man who could finally *deserve* the kind of intimacy he craved? But all this harem shit, all these women—it wasn’t fixing him. It was just making him more desperate. More *hungry.*
Coco’s dark eyes studied him, her expression unreadable. “You’re not a sex god, Jason. You’re a man. A man who’s trying to figure out what he wants. And right now, you’re so fucking lost you don’t even know what you’re looking for.”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“You know what, you’re right. All these beautiful, sexy women… and I still don’t know what I fucking want.” Jason’s voice was thick with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides. The rooftop wind whipped around them, carrying the distant hum of the city below. Coco studied him, her dark eyes unreadable, her full lips pressed into a thin line. She was dressed in a simple black dress that clung to her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her full breasts and hips. The fabric was thin enough that he could see the faint outline of her nipples beneath it, and the way the dress rode up her thighs as she shifted her weight made his mouth go dry.
“You’re not a sex god, Jason,” she said finally, her voice low and steady. “You’re a man. And right now, you’re so fucking lost you don’t even know what you’re looking for.” Coco’s voice was a slow, deliberate purr, her dark eyes locked onto his. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and city smog, but all Jason could focus on was the way her dress clung to her body, the way her full lips parted just slightly as she spoke. He could see the faintest hint of her tongue between her teeth, and the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock.
“You’re right,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I don’t know what I want. I thought this—all of this—would help me figure it out.” He said with a deep sigh.
“I thought this harem thing would help me get my shit together. But all it’s done is make me feel even more lost. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing with all of these women.”
Coco’s dark eyes studied him, her expression unreadable.
“Jason… remember when I said I wanted to talk to you as a friend and as a lover? This is one of those times. I have been around the block. I have been with men who thought they were gods in the bedroom, only to find out they were just boys playing dress-up. I have been with men who knew exactly what they wanted, and men who had no idea what they were doing. But you, Jason? You’re different. You’re a man who’s so desperate to be good, to be right, to be *enough*, that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get there. Even if it means fucking your way through a harem of women, trying to figure out what you want. But here’s the thing, baby—you don’t need to fuck your way through a harem to figure that out. You just need to fuck *me*. Right here. Right now. No games. No hesitation. Just you and me and the raw, unfiltered truth of what we both want.”
Coco’s voice was a velvet command, cutting through the wind like a blade. She stepped closer, her dress rustling against her thighs, the scent of her perfume—something dark and musky—wrapping around him like a second skin. Her fingers trailed up his chest, nails digging in just enough to sting.
Jason’s breath hitched. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, the fabric suddenly too tight, too restrictive. He wanted to tear it open, to free himself, to bury himself inside her and forget everything else.
But he hesitated.
Just for a second. Just long enough for Coco to see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.
She smirked, her fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, pulling him down until their mouths were inches apart. "You're overthinking it again," she murmured, her breath hot against his lips. "Stop. Just. Fucking. *Feel.*"
And then she kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a claiming, a devouring. Her lips crushed against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless.
Jason groaned into the kiss, his hands flying to her waist, gripping the soft curves of her hips as if he could anchor himself to her. The wind howled around them, but all he could hear was the wet, filthy sounds of their mouths fucking, the slick slide of tongues, the sharp little gasps she made when he bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice a dark, velvety growl. "You want to know what you want? I'll show you. But you have to stop thinking. Just *feel*."
Her hands moved to his belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease.
The leather slid free with a hiss, the sound swallowed by the wind. Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps as she unbuttoned his jeans, her knuckles brushing against the thick bulge straining against his boxers. She didn’t tease. She didn’t hesitate. She just hooked her fingers into the waistband and yanked them down, freeing his cock with a heavy, wet slap against his stomach.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Coco’s dark eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of him—thick, veined, already dripping at the tip. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the edge of her teeth.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with hunger. "Already so fucking hard for me. You want this, don’t you? You want to fuck me right here, right now, with the whole city watching us from the shadows."
Jason’s breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around his cock, her grip firm, possessive. She stroked him once, twice, her thumb swiping over the slick head, spreading the pre-cum in a slow, deliberate circle. His hips bucked into her touch, a desperate, animal need taking over.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
"Coco, I—"
"Shut up," she commanded, her voice rough with desire. "You talk too much. You think too much. Right now, you just feel."
Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking him firmly, her thumb swirling over the sensitive tip. Jason's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking forward into her grip. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of rain and city smog, but all he could focus on was the feel of her hand on him, the way her fingers curled around his shaft, the way her thumb pressed into the slit of his cock, spreading the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles.
He groaned, his hips bucking forward, desperate for more of her touch.
"Fuck, Coco," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I need you."
She smirked, her dark eyes glinting with hunger. "You need to learn patience, baby," she purred, her hand stilling on his cock. "You're so eager to fuck, but you don't even know what you're asking for."
Jason's breath hitched as she tightened her grip, her fingers squeezing the base of his shaft, cutting off the blood flow just enough to make him gasp.
His cock throbbed in her palm, pulsing with desperate need. "Fuck, Coco—" he groaned, his hips jerking forward, trying to fuck her hand.
She chuckled darkly, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside of his cockhead. "You're so fucking hard for me," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can feel your heartbeat in your cock. You want to come, don't you? You want to shoot your load all over me, don't you?"
Jason could only nod, his teeth clenched, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Coco’s grip on his cock was firm, her fingers squeezing just enough to make him ache. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and city smog, but all he could focus on was the way her hand felt wrapped around him, the way her thumb swirled over the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles.
"Fuck, Coco—" he groaned, his hips bucking forward, desperate for more of her touch. “I…”
She chuckled darkly, her thumb pressing into the underside of his cockhead, making him gasp.
“I know, baby…” she purred, her voice dripping with lust. “You’re so fucking desperate for me. But you’re not ready yet.”
Jason’s breath hitched as she tightened her grip, her fingers squeezing the base of his shaft, cutting off the blood flow just enough to make him gasp.
“Fuck—Coco—”
“Shhh…” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
“You’re not in control here. Not yet.” Her hand tightened around his cock, her thumb pressing down hard on the sensitive underside of his head, making him hiss. “You think you’re ready to fuck me? You think you can handle me?”
Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking forward into her grip. “Yes—fuck, yes—I need—”
“Need what, baby?” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to fuck you,” he growled, his voice rough with desperation. “I need it… fuck.” Jason’s voice was a guttural rasp, his hips bucking into her grip with desperate, uncontrolled thrusts. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and city smog, but all he could focus on was the way Coco’s fingers curled around his cock, the way her thumb swirled over the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles.
“You’re not ready yet,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “You think you can handle me?”
Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking forward into her grip.
“You think you can handle me? You think you can take what I’m offering?”
Jason’s fingers dug into her hips, his body trembling with need. “Fuck, Coco—I need to be inside you. I need to feel you—”
She smirked, her dark eyes glinting with hunger. “Oh, you’ll feel me, baby.
But first, you gotta prove you can take what I’m offering.” Coco’s voice was a velvet command, her fingers tightening around his cock in a punishing grip. She stroked him hard, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside of his head, making him hiss. “You think you’re ready for this? You think you can handle a woman like me?”
Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking forward into her grip. “You want to fuck me? Prove it…” She taunted, turning him on even more. “Fuck me. And prove you’re not a boy pretending to be a man.”
A look of determination formed on Jason’s face.
He was done playing games. He was done hesitating. He was done being the awkward, fumbling fool who didn’t know what he wanted.
He grabbed Coco by the waist and spun her around, pressing her against the railing of the rooftop. The city sprawled below them, a glittering abyss of lights and shadows, but all he could see was the way her dress rode up, exposing the smooth, dark skin of her thighs. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of rain and sex, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body like a furnace.
“You want to know if I can handle you?” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Hmm?” He smacked her ass cheeks firmly. “Answer me.” Jason’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and sex, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body like a furnace. He needed to hear her say it. He needed to know she wanted this as badly as he did.
Coco’s breath hitched, her fingers curling around the railing as she arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock. “Fuck me, Jason,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
That was all the invitation he needed.
His hands moved to her hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises as he yanked her dress up, exposing the lacy black thong she wore beneath. The fabric was already damp, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He didn’t waste time. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and tore the thong down her thighs with a sharp, violent tug. The fabric ripped, the sound swallowed by the wind.
Coco gasped, her fingers tightening around the railing as she spread her legs wider for him. The city lights flickered below them, a distant, indifferent audience to their raw, desperate coupling.
Jason didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t tease. He didn’t ask. He just grabbed her hips, yanked her back against him, and drove his cock into her with one brutal, relentless thrust.
Coco gasped, her fingers clawing at the railing as he buried himself to the hilt. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and sex, and all she could do was moan as he began to fuck her—hard, deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body shudder.
“Fuck, Jason—” she groaned, her voice breaking as he slammed into her again and again, his hips snapping forward with a raw, animal intensity. “Oh, fuck—”
He didn’t answer. He just smacked her ass and growled after every moan. After all that teasing… Coco was going to get all of it… hard.
Fast. Raw.
Jason’s cock was thick and throbbing, his hips pistoning into her with a brutal rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, raw and filthy, the wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy gripping him tight. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and sex, but all Jason could focus on was the way her tight cunt squeezed him, the way her walls fluttered around his shaft as he fucked her against the railing.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “So fucking tight. So wet. Yeah…” He hissed, his cock pulsing inside her as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Coco. You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked like this—hard, rough, like a dirty little slut. Huh?”
Coco moaned, her fingers tightening around the railing as she arched her back, pressing her ass against him. “Fuck, Jason—” she gasped, her voice breaking as he slammed into her again and again, his hips snapping forward with a raw, animal intensity. “Oh, fuck—”
“That’s right,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
“You love this, don’t you? Huh?”
Coco’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the railing as she arched her back, pressing her ass against him. “Oh, fuck—”
“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Tell me you love it. Say it.” He smacked her ass again, at this point leaving marks on her.
“Yes! Yes! I love it, baby!”
Jason grabbed her face and kissed her passionately, moaning in her mouth.
“I’m close, baby. I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” Jason growled against her lips, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The railing rattled under their weight, the city lights blurring around them as the wind howled like a chorus of filthy angels.
Coco’s fingers clawed at the metal, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Anywhere,” she moaned, arching her back to take him deeper. “Fuck, Jason—give it to me—”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
With a guttural groan, he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her arousal. He grabbed her hips, spinning her around to face him, and pushed her back against the railing.
The cold metal bit into her skin, but all she could feel was the heat of his body pressing against hers. His cock was thick and throbbing, glistening with her arousal, and he didn’t waste any time before slamming back into her with a brutal thrust.
Coco gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her against the railing. The city lights blurred around them, the wind howling like a chorus of filthy angels, and all she could focus on was the way his cock stretched her, filling her so deep she could feel him in her fucking throat.
The railing bit into her back, but she didn’t care. She wanted the pain. She wanted the bruises. She wanted to feel him mark her, claim her, make her his.
"Fuck, Jason—" she gasped, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood. "You feel so fucking good—"
He growled against her lips, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, his cock slamming into her with punishing strokes.
“I’m coming. I’m coming… UGHHHHHHHH!” Jason yelled primally. He came primarily inside her. He looked down to see her seed. Coco smiled at him and said…
“That’s what I’m talking about…”
Jason’s cock was still buried inside her, pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he leaned against her, his forehead pressed to hers. The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of rain and sex, but all he could focus on was the way her pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock.
Coco’s fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her nails digging in just enough to sting. “You did good, baby,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Real good.”
Later, inside the safe house, Coco and Jason were talking. Coco bought up Nikki. Jason winced mentally, still sensitive about their messed up relationship.
“So, you and Nikki… you want to talk about it now? That girl is a hot mess. But she likes you. Maybe more than that.” Coco’s voice was a low, knowing purr, her dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and challenge. She leaned back against the plush leather couch, her bare legs stretched out in front of her, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal the faint bruises Jason had left on her thighs earlier. The safe house was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside, the air thick with the scent of sex and something darker—something unspoken.
Jason shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice clinked against the crystal as he took a slow sip, the burn doing little to settle the storm inside him. He had been avoiding this conversation.
The way Nikki looked at him—like she was both furious and starving, like she wanted to tear him apart and fuck him into the mattress at the same time—made his stomach knot. But Coco wasn’t letting him off the hook.
"You’re not gonna keep dodging this, baby," Coco said, swirling her own drink lazily. "That girl’s got a thing for you. And if you’re gonna be part of this little arrangement, you gotta deal with it."
Jason exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "It’s complicated, Coco. Nikki as a girlfriend? I was not expecting that. It’s like she wants to kill me and fuck me at the same time. It’s crazy. And Nikki and myself are utterly opposite.”
Coco smirked, setting her glass down with a deliberate clink.
"Complicated is just another word for *interesting*, baby." She leaned forward, her dress gaping just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of her full, dark nipples. "And you know what? I think you’re exactly what Nikki needs. Someone who’s not afraid to challenge her, to push back when she gets all wound up in her own head. You’re soft where she’s sharp, quiet where she’s loud. And that? That’s *sexy*."
Jason’s throat went dry. He could still taste Coco on his lips, still feel the ghost of her fingers digging into his hips as he fucked her against the railing. The memory made his cock twitch against his zipper.
“And… girlfriend wasn’t on my list yet. I did like a few of my encounters, until Ariadne told me none of it was real… I don’t know what’s real now.” Jason said.
“I don’t know what’s real anymore. I thought I was getting better at this, but now I’m just… lost. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing with Nikki. Or with you. Or with any of them.”
Coco’s dark eyes softened, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his thigh. “Baby, you’re overthinking it again. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. You just have to *feel* your way through it. That’s all.”
“That’s all? I mean, I don’t know how many guys my age have asked you this, but… I just want to make sure I’m doing this right. I want to make sure I’m not fucking this up. I want to make sure I’m not hurting anyone.”
Coco kissed him sweetly.
“You’re not hurting me, honey.”
The next day, Jason along with all the women in his harem were all in one room.
“Ok, ladies, I just wanted you all to know that last night I was thinking… I need to know more about each of you. So…”
“Don’t you already have everything on us?” Sky said.
“Well… mostly. Not like what I’m going to ask. It might be rapid fire, so be ready. Sky…” Jason started.
“You’re the first. You’re the youngest here. Why do you like black guys? And is there any significance on why you like it rough?” Jason asked Sky, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. The room was silent, the air thick with tension. The other women watched, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Sky shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch. Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
“Because it feels good,” she said simply, her voice soft but firm. “And because I like the way it makes me feel—powerful, in control, like I’m the one calling the shots. And I like the way it makes *you* feel, too. The way your eyes darken, the way your breath hitches when I push you too far.
I like that." Her fingers trailed up his thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make him shiver. "And as for black guys? Because you’re different. You’re not like the boys I’ve been with. You’re not afraid to take what you want. You’re not afraid to *be* what you want."
Jason’s cock twitched in his pants, the fabric suddenly too tight, too restrictive. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the scent of her perfume—something sweet and intoxicating—wrapping around him like a second skin. He wanted to tear her clothes off, to bury his face between her thighs, to make her scream his name until her voice was raw. But he held himself back.
“Coco. You’re the oldest. I wanna know this. How did you learn about this? Biggest turn on a man… and… how big are those?” He said looking down at her breasts.
Coco smirked, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned back against the couch, her fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. The hem of her dress rode up just enough to tease, revealing the faint outline of her panties beneath. The air in the room was thick with tension, the scent of sex and whiskey lingering from their earlier encounter. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way her breath hitched when his gaze lingered too long on her lips. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to taste her.
To feel her lips against his, to hear the way she moaned when he bit down on her lower lip just hard enough to make her gasp. He wanted to hear her say his name, to feel her nails digging into his back as he fucked her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy gripping him tight.
He had to.
Because this wasn’t just about sex.
This was about something deeper.
Something more.
Something he couldn’t quite put into words.
Coco’s fingers trailed up his thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make him shiver. Her dark eyes locked onto his, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk.
"You want to know how I learned about this?" she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "The same way every woman does, baby—by being fucked so good, I forgot my own damn name. As for my tits…” Coco reached down and cupped her full breasts, squeezing them together until her dark nipples peeked over the lace of her bra. “They’re big enough to choke a man with, but not so big they get in the way of a good fucking. They’re Triple Ds.”She smirked, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist down to the hem of her dress.
“Samantha… you’re next… when was your first time?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Samantha shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch.
Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.
"First time?" she repeated, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Well, baby, let me tell you—it wasn’t pretty. I was young, dumb, and desperate. Thought I knew what I was doing, but I was wrong. So wrong. He was older than me. But he absolutely ruined me.” Samantha said, laughing at the memory.
“And how big are those beauties?” He asked curiously.
Samantha smirked, her full lips curling into a wicked grin as she leaned back in her seat, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the armrest. The fabric of her dress strained against her full breasts, the deep V-neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her dark, lush cleavage.
She cupped them in her hands, squeezing them together with a slow, deliberate motion that made Jason’s cock twitch in his pants.
“These?” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “They’re D-cups, baby. And they’re *yours* if you want them.” She leaned forward, her dress gaping just enough to give him a full view of her nipples, already hard and begging for his mouth. “But you’ll have to earn them.”
Jason’s breath hitched. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the scent of her perfume—something dark and musky—wrapping around him like a second skin.
“Ok… Ella… hmm.
You’re next…” Jason said, turning to the gorgeous BBW. “What would you say is your best asset?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Ella shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch.
Her full lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she leaned back, her plush curves pressing against the fabric of her dress. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and whiskey from earlier. Jason’s gaze lingered on the way her dress clung to her body, the deep V-neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her dark, lush cleavage. He could see the faint outline of her nipples beneath the fabric, already hard and begging for his mouth.
“My best asset?” Ella purred, her voice a low, sultry hum.
“My best asset?” She let her fingers trail down the front of her dress, tracing the curve of her full breasts before sliding lower, over the swell of her stomach, down to the soft flesh of her thighs. The fabric of her dress rode up just enough to tease, revealing the lace edge of her panties beneath. “I think you already know the answer to that, don’t you, baby?”
“Besides that. Haha.” Jason laughed.
“Alright, alright. I’ll rephrase. What’s your favorite part of your body?” He asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers.
“My favorite part of my body?” Ella purred, her voice a low, sultry hum.
Her fingers traced the curve of her full breasts before sliding lower, over the swell of her stomach, down to the soft flesh of her thighs. “I think you already know the answer to that, don’t you, baby? My brain.” She smiled.
Jason’s cock twitched in his pants, the fabric suddenly too tight, too restrictive. He asked the next question to one of the women who he didn’t know as well, Angela… “Angela… you’re next. What’s your favorite position?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Angela shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch.
“Doggy style,” she said simply, her voice soft but firm. “I like the way it makes me feel—powerful, in control, like I’m the one calling the shots.”
“Had a feeling… and another question… you’re a taller woman. How do you feel about men who are shorter than you?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers.
“It depends on the man,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “If he’s confident, if he knows what he wants, then it doesn’t matter. But if he’s insecure, if he’s trying to compensate for something, then it’s a turn-off.” Jason nodded in understanding.
Ashley was another woman he didn’t know well. He asked this question to her…
“Ashley… you’re next.”
Ashley shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch. Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she leaned back, her full curves pressing against the fabric of her black dress.
“Ok, Ashley, are you one to take control, ‘make love’, or fuck?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Ashley shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch.
“Fuck,” she said simply, her voice soft but firm. “I like to take control, but I also like to be fucked hard. I like it rough, dirty, and raw. I like to feel like I’m being used, like I’m just a hole for a man to fuck.”
“And to piggyback on that question… Mandy… same question. And do you have an affinity for black guys? I haven’t talked to you much either.” Jason said, turning to Mandy. “So… you’re next. Are you one to take control, ‘make love’, or fuck?” Jason asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Mandy shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest of the couch.
Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she leaned back, her toned yet curvy frame pressing against the fabric of her tight black dress. Jason’s gaze lingered on the way her dress clung to her body, the deep V-neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her full, round breasts.
The fabric strained against her curves, the lace trim of her bra peeking out just enough to tease him.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his cock twitching in his pants. “Goddamn…” He said to himself. He caught himself staring when Mandy answered his questions. She licked her lips and said…
“I’m a fucking freak, baby. I don’t make love. I don’t cuddle. I don’t do any of that shit. I fuck. Hard. Rough. Dirty. And I love every second of it. And as for black guys? Fuck yeah, I love them. There’s just something about a strong black man that makes me weak in the knees. The way you carry yourself, the way you move, the way you fuck—it’s like nothing else. And I can’t get enough of it.”
Jason’s cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric. All of a sudden Nikki came in. She bluntly asked Jason…
“What do you want to know?” Nikki’s voice was sharp, cutting through the thick air of the room like a blade. Her dark eyes burned into Jason’s, her full lips pressed into a thin line. She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, her black top clinging to her athletic frame like a second skin. The room fell silent, the other women watching with rapt attention, their eyes flicking between Jason and Nikki like they were watching a tennis match.
Jason swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He could feel the weight of Coco’s gaze on him, the heat of her body still lingering against his skin from their earlier encounter. He could feel the way his cock twitched in his pants, betraying his nervousness.
“Ok, Nikki… this is a hypothetical situation… ” Jason said, his voice low and steady, his eyes locked onto hers. Nikki’s dark eyes narrowed, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. Jason’s gaze lingered on the way her top clung to her body, the deep V-neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her full, round breasts.
“Hypothetical?” Nikki repeated, her voice a low, dangerous growl.
“Yes. Before all this happened…us in the car, in the alley… were you actually attracted to me? I have to ask.” Jason asked, genuinely.
“I have to know. I need to know. I need to know if you were actually attracted to me before all this. Before the car, the alley, the harem. Before all of this. I need to know if you wanted me, or if you were just using me.”
Nikki’s eyes darkened, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. The other women watched, their eyes flicking between Jason and Nikki like they were watching a tennis match. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Nikki’s dark eyes burned into his, her full lips pressed into a thin line.
Nikki’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “You want to know if I was attracted to you? Before all this?” She stepped closer, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. The sound echoed through the room, a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the pounding of Jason’s heart. “You really want to know?”
Jason swallowed hard, his throat dry. He remembered everything that he said with Coco that night. Feel your way through it, she said.
“Yes.” Jason said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” Jason repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and whiskey. She stepped closer, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. Nikki answered, after a deep breath…
“I was attracted to you. I still am. But I don’t know if I can trust you. I don’t know if I can trust myself around you. You make me feel things I don’t want to feel. Things I shouldn’t feel. Things I can’t control. And that scares the shit out of me.” Nikki’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “You make me feel weak. And I don’t do weak.” Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“I don’t want to make you feel weak, Nikki. I’m scared too. I thought all of this would help me ease into sex and the things associated with it. I have no boyfriend experience at all. But I do want to make you feel good.“ Jason said.
Nikki’s eyes flicked down to his lips, her tongue darting out to wet them. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and electric. The other women in the room held their breath, their eyes locked on the two of them, waiting to see what would happen next.
Nikki stepped closer, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor.
The air between them was thick with tension, the scent of sex and whiskey still lingering from earlier. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her dark eyes burned into his, the way her full lips parted just slightly, as if inviting him to close the distance between them.
"You make me feel weak," Nikki repeated, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "And I don’t do weak."
Jason swallowed hard, his throat dry. He remembered everything Coco had said—that he needed to *feel* his way through this. That he needed to stop overthinking and just *act*.
So he did.
He closed the distance between them, his hands sliding up her arms, his fingers curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Nikki’s lips parted with a shocked gasp, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands flew to his chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she melted against him. The kiss was rough, messy, desperate—years of pent-up tension and unspoken desire finally unleashed in one brutal, all-consuming moment.
Jason groaned into her mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting her, claiming her.