just_fck_me | 3.5. Sex gone wrong
3.5. Sex gone wrong
Co-written with comeswithcuffs
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Taylor popped the last button on Jason’s shirt and slipped her hands beneath the light cotton fabric to run her palms across the plains of Jason’s toned chest and stomach. She was sitting straddled across his lap, down to just her underwear and tank top she had worn under her blouse to the date. Jason’s wheelchair was upturned on its side beside the bed and the rest of their clothing was strewn in a messy trail from the door of his bedroom to the bed. It had been an awkward struggle to get out of most of it. Taylor had to be careful with her arm and Jason never really had the best striptease coordination in his chair. But they eventually made it to the bed and Jason’s shirt was the last piece of clothing to be discarded.
He looked down at her hands on his chest and sat forward a little so he could shrug his arms out of the dress shirt. His hands went to her back and he pulled her a little closer once she had flung the shirt off to the side somewhere. They eased back into another hungry kiss, Jason trying to lose himself in the feeling of her hands exploring his torso. She was petite; probably not more than five foot two in height, so she fit snugly in his lap. He couldn’t feel her sitting across him, but her hands all over his upper half was another story.
She eased out of the kiss and trailed her lips down to his throat, sucking softly on his pulse point below his ear. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she scratched her nails softly across his scalp, remembering Sam’s hints in that department. There was that breathy growl deep in his throat, too and it was making Taylor hot and wet in all the right places. She rocked her hips against his, trying to remember all the hints he had suggested to her as they were getting undressed. Just because he couldn’t feel it, didn’t mean his body wasn’t going to react to it. Friction was good sometimes. It certainly fucking felt good for her. But still… there was no increase in pressure between her legs down there. Jason wasn’t hard yet. Maybe she was doing it wrong?
“Oh, hell, Mac…” Jason murmured hoarsely, tipping his head to the side to invite her to keep doing that thing with her tongue. He tucked his fingers into her knickers and cupped her ass in his hands to pull her forward. “Underwear… can we lose it?” he panted.
Taylor grinned, nodding as she scooted back down his legs a little. She was already tugging on the elastic of his cute blue Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. They were actually as much of a turn-on for her as she anticipated his naked butt would be. When she got them down to his thighs, she had to fight not to stop and stare or drool at his groin. Even soft, he had more than enough to offer. She licked her lips and looked up at him from under the stray stands of blonde hair that had fallen into her face amidst their make-out session. “My, my, QB…” she purred and climbed smoothly off him to divest him of the underwear. He was naked now and she would have happily just stood at the end of the bed and admired the view, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
She slipped her own panties off and wriggled out of them. They weren’t purple, but they were pink and lacy to match her bra. They seemed to have well caught his attention. The only thing was, when she tried to side-step his chair to get back onto the bed, she tripped and nearly went ass over tit into the wall, catching herself before she totally lost her balance. Oh fuck. That was so fucking unsexy, it wasn’t funny. She looked up at him sheepishly, face now bright red. “Oops,” she offered, trying to save face.
Jason had reached to try and make a grab for her, but she had been just too far away. “Are you okay?” he asked and then laughed softly at the look on her face. “Hey, come on. I was the one who fell out of the chair trying to get my socks off in a hurry. We’re one-all now. Scoreboard’s even.” He caught her hand with his and tried to get her to sit in his lap again.
“I’m cool,” Taylor said with a small moan of embarrassment. She climbed back into his lap and dropped her head down onto his chest. “Yeah, but ya made that look cute. I lost my sexy.”
Jason laughed and tipped her head back up. “Impossible,” he scoffed and breached the gap between them to brush his lips softly against hers. He smoothed his palm over her bare thigh to tickle this thumb in the dip between her hip and leg. “Tell me what you want…” he urged in barely more than a whisper, pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. She was so fucking hot; he was desperate to get things moving. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this horny. It had been different with Sam. That had lacked the hunger that came with the anticipation of a new romance. This was one of those times he wished he had the ability to just pound someone deep into the mattress without a care in the world, but there were other ways. He just needed to draw on them.
Taylor exhaled slowly, unable to stop herself rolling her hips against him again. “Touch me,” she said with a soft moan. Her fingers skimmed across his chest again. She always enjoyed a guy who took care of his body and even in a wheelchair, Jason had that down. She dragged him back into another hungry kiss, their tongues sliding together with a practiced ease now. She desperately wanted him in her, but she knew she had to be patient. Years of a pent-up crush was just making her too eager for her own good. She didn’t want him to think she was going to get irritated if things didn’t work so well. She just really hoped they did. ‘Horny’ didn’t even begin to cut it.
Jason didn’t falter in the kiss as his hand went from her hip to between her legs. A breath caught in his throat when he felt how wet she was for him and he pulled her flush against him, their chests pressed together. Okay, it had to work soon. It had to. He tried to urge himself on in his brain a little trying to tap into just a little bit more to get his dick working. Why wasn’t it damn well working?!
Taylor paused the kiss and looked down at him, smiling. She rocked forward against his hand, meeting the rhythm of his fingers between her legs and letting out a breathless moan of his name when his thumb stroked against her clit. “Hmm…” she hummed, the pleasure starting to pulse through her. But still, no movement below. She looked at him cautiously. “Is there, um, maybe something else I can try?” she asked, not wanting to let him do all the work.
Jason made a small frustrated sound. When it got to that point, his hopes always started to falter. He gave his head a slight shake. “Just kiss me,” he insisted. At the very least, he could make it good for her. He wasn’t going to be a selfish bastard and leave her high and dry, which was always the worst part about his often lethargic and sporadic sexual skills.
Taylor nodded. She had no protests to that. She picked the passionate kiss up right where it left off. One thing he wasn’t going to do was leave her high and dry if his fingers kept doing just that to her. She keened in pleasure, the sound muffled by their mouths as her hand went back to his head to brush her fingers through his hair.
He once again broke the kiss for just a moment, panting against her lips while his other hand eagerly crawled up under her tank top towards her breast. Just touching a woman’s body had done it for him once or twice in the past and Taylor’s body was gorgeous. “Can you take your top off? If I can feel you against me, it might help…” he suggested, wetting his lips.
Taylor suddenly froze and caught his wrist before his palm cupped her breast. She gripped him harder than she intended and was horrified when he frowned and pulled his wrist out of her grip. “Don’t,” she said before she could stop herself. “I don’t want to take my top off.”
“What?” Jason asked in confusion, trying to sit up a little in the embrace. “Why not?” he didn’t mean to sound so blunt, but she had lost everything but that top and he figured the fact he had his fingers inside her might’ve meant they passed that threshold of intimacy.
A wave of excuses flooded through her head but when she opened her mouth to say something, nothing came out. She just shook her head. “No real reason. It’s just… cold. I don’t want to take my top off.” She offered him a shaking smile of apology and leaned close to kiss him again, trying to pick back up where they left off.
Jason kissed back, but he couldn’t shake the confusion over the momentary cold shoulder he had just received. Did she not want him to see her breasts? Why wouldn’t she want that? He was lying here naked and she didn’t want him to see her naked? The kiss was half-hearted, not nearly as passionate as it had been a few moments ago and he really did try to pick back up, but he had lost it. He turned his head out of the kiss and wet his lips. “No… Taylor, I’m sorry. It’s not working,” he told her. “It’s not you, okay? I can still… we can still focus on you.”
Taylor shifted out of his embrace and climbed off him to sit on the side of the bed. She had her good arm hugged around her stomach and then reached up to push her hair out of her face. “No, it’s okay. That’s hardly fair, is it?” she murmured and then leant to pick up her underwear and jeans. She turned to look at him with a faint smile. “I might just head home. I-I’m sorry, Jason…”
Jason frowned and propped himself up onto his elbow. “Taylor… Mac… you don’t have to go,” he insisted and brushed his hand against her arm. “Stay with me. We just cuddle and watch TV or something. I’m really sorry. Sometimes it’s just… it’s just…” Fuck! He hated this! He hated his goddamn body!
“It’s not you,” Taylor said helplessly and stood to pull her pants on, followed by her jeans. “It’s late. You should get some sleep, love. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” She collected her coat up into her arms and leaned over to kiss him softly, yet briefly. She looked like she was going to say something else, but she didn’t. She just turned and hurried from the room before he could protest again because she knew if he did, she wouldn’t be able to leave.
When she got out the front door of the Street home, closing it softly behind her, she put her hand up over her face with a small sob. She had a heavy sick feeling in her stomach that she had just totally screwed everything with Jason up right when she had the chance with him she had always dreamed of. “Fuck,” she said tearfully and ran down the drive towards her car. She was more affected by this than she had thought and now it might not have only ruined her career but her first and probably last hope with a guy she had adored for a very long time.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] refrenced with permission
Word Count | 2,027
Co-written with comeswithcuffs
[Follows THIS]
Taylor popped the last button on Jason’s shirt and slipped her hands beneath the light cotton fabric to run her palms across the plains of Jason’s toned chest and stomach. She was sitting straddled across his lap, down to just her underwear and tank top she had worn under her blouse to the date. Jason’s wheelchair was upturned on its side beside the bed and the rest of their clothing was strewn in a messy trail from the door of his bedroom to the bed. It had been an awkward struggle to get out of most of it. Taylor had to be careful with her arm and Jason never really had the best striptease coordination in his chair. But they eventually made it to the bed and Jason’s shirt was the last piece of clothing to be discarded.
He looked down at her hands on his chest and sat forward a little so he could shrug his arms out of the dress shirt. His hands went to her back and he pulled her a little closer once she had flung the shirt off to the side somewhere. They eased back into another hungry kiss, Jason trying to lose himself in the feeling of her hands exploring his torso. She was petite; probably not more than five foot two in height, so she fit snugly in his lap. He couldn’t feel her sitting across him, but her hands all over his upper half was another story.
She eased out of the kiss and trailed her lips down to his throat, sucking softly on his pulse point below his ear. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she scratched her nails softly across his scalp, remembering Sam’s hints in that department. There was that breathy growl deep in his throat, too and it was making Taylor hot and wet in all the right places. She rocked her hips against his, trying to remember all the hints he had suggested to her as they were getting undressed. Just because he couldn’t feel it, didn’t mean his body wasn’t going to react to it. Friction was good sometimes. It certainly fucking felt good for her. But still… there was no increase in pressure between her legs down there. Jason wasn’t hard yet. Maybe she was doing it wrong?
“Oh, hell, Mac…” Jason murmured hoarsely, tipping his head to the side to invite her to keep doing that thing with her tongue. He tucked his fingers into her knickers and cupped her ass in his hands to pull her forward. “Underwear… can we lose it?” he panted.
Taylor grinned, nodding as she scooted back down his legs a little. She was already tugging on the elastic of his cute blue Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. They were actually as much of a turn-on for her as she anticipated his naked butt would be. When she got them down to his thighs, she had to fight not to stop and stare or drool at his groin. Even soft, he had more than enough to offer. She licked her lips and looked up at him from under the stray stands of blonde hair that had fallen into her face amidst their make-out session. “My, my, QB…” she purred and climbed smoothly off him to divest him of the underwear. He was naked now and she would have happily just stood at the end of the bed and admired the view, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
She slipped her own panties off and wriggled out of them. They weren’t purple, but they were pink and lacy to match her bra. They seemed to have well caught his attention. The only thing was, when she tried to side-step his chair to get back onto the bed, she tripped and nearly went ass over tit into the wall, catching herself before she totally lost her balance. Oh fuck. That was so fucking unsexy, it wasn’t funny. She looked up at him sheepishly, face now bright red. “Oops,” she offered, trying to save face.
Jason had reached to try and make a grab for her, but she had been just too far away. “Are you okay?” he asked and then laughed softly at the look on her face. “Hey, come on. I was the one who fell out of the chair trying to get my socks off in a hurry. We’re one-all now. Scoreboard’s even.” He caught her hand with his and tried to get her to sit in his lap again.
“I’m cool,” Taylor said with a small moan of embarrassment. She climbed back into his lap and dropped her head down onto his chest. “Yeah, but ya made that look cute. I lost my sexy.”
Jason laughed and tipped her head back up. “Impossible,” he scoffed and breached the gap between them to brush his lips softly against hers. He smoothed his palm over her bare thigh to tickle this thumb in the dip between her hip and leg. “Tell me what you want…” he urged in barely more than a whisper, pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. She was so fucking hot; he was desperate to get things moving. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this horny. It had been different with Sam. That had lacked the hunger that came with the anticipation of a new romance. This was one of those times he wished he had the ability to just pound someone deep into the mattress without a care in the world, but there were other ways. He just needed to draw on them.
Taylor exhaled slowly, unable to stop herself rolling her hips against him again. “Touch me,” she said with a soft moan. Her fingers skimmed across his chest again. She always enjoyed a guy who took care of his body and even in a wheelchair, Jason had that down. She dragged him back into another hungry kiss, their tongues sliding together with a practiced ease now. She desperately wanted him in her, but she knew she had to be patient. Years of a pent-up crush was just making her too eager for her own good. She didn’t want him to think she was going to get irritated if things didn’t work so well. She just really hoped they did. ‘Horny’ didn’t even begin to cut it.
Jason didn’t falter in the kiss as his hand went from her hip to between her legs. A breath caught in his throat when he felt how wet she was for him and he pulled her flush against him, their chests pressed together. Okay, it had to work soon. It had to. He tried to urge himself on in his brain a little trying to tap into just a little bit more to get his dick working. Why wasn’t it damn well working?!
Taylor paused the kiss and looked down at him, smiling. She rocked forward against his hand, meeting the rhythm of his fingers between her legs and letting out a breathless moan of his name when his thumb stroked against her clit. “Hmm…” she hummed, the pleasure starting to pulse through her. But still, no movement below. She looked at him cautiously. “Is there, um, maybe something else I can try?” she asked, not wanting to let him do all the work.
Jason made a small frustrated sound. When it got to that point, his hopes always started to falter. He gave his head a slight shake. “Just kiss me,” he insisted. At the very least, he could make it good for her. He wasn’t going to be a selfish bastard and leave her high and dry, which was always the worst part about his often lethargic and sporadic sexual skills.
Taylor nodded. She had no protests to that. She picked the passionate kiss up right where it left off. One thing he wasn’t going to do was leave her high and dry if his fingers kept doing just that to her. She keened in pleasure, the sound muffled by their mouths as her hand went back to his head to brush her fingers through his hair.
He once again broke the kiss for just a moment, panting against her lips while his other hand eagerly crawled up under her tank top towards her breast. Just touching a woman’s body had done it for him once or twice in the past and Taylor’s body was gorgeous. “Can you take your top off? If I can feel you against me, it might help…” he suggested, wetting his lips.
Taylor suddenly froze and caught his wrist before his palm cupped her breast. She gripped him harder than she intended and was horrified when he frowned and pulled his wrist out of her grip. “Don’t,” she said before she could stop herself. “I don’t want to take my top off.”
“What?” Jason asked in confusion, trying to sit up a little in the embrace. “Why not?” he didn’t mean to sound so blunt, but she had lost everything but that top and he figured the fact he had his fingers inside her might’ve meant they passed that threshold of intimacy.
A wave of excuses flooded through her head but when she opened her mouth to say something, nothing came out. She just shook her head. “No real reason. It’s just… cold. I don’t want to take my top off.” She offered him a shaking smile of apology and leaned close to kiss him again, trying to pick back up where they left off.
Jason kissed back, but he couldn’t shake the confusion over the momentary cold shoulder he had just received. Did she not want him to see her breasts? Why wouldn’t she want that? He was lying here naked and she didn’t want him to see her naked? The kiss was half-hearted, not nearly as passionate as it had been a few moments ago and he really did try to pick back up, but he had lost it. He turned his head out of the kiss and wet his lips. “No… Taylor, I’m sorry. It’s not working,” he told her. “It’s not you, okay? I can still… we can still focus on you.”
Taylor shifted out of his embrace and climbed off him to sit on the side of the bed. She had her good arm hugged around her stomach and then reached up to push her hair out of her face. “No, it’s okay. That’s hardly fair, is it?” she murmured and then leant to pick up her underwear and jeans. She turned to look at him with a faint smile. “I might just head home. I-I’m sorry, Jason…”
Jason frowned and propped himself up onto his elbow. “Taylor… Mac… you don’t have to go,” he insisted and brushed his hand against her arm. “Stay with me. We just cuddle and watch TV or something. I’m really sorry. Sometimes it’s just… it’s just…” Fuck! He hated this! He hated his goddamn body!
“It’s not you,” Taylor said helplessly and stood to pull her pants on, followed by her jeans. “It’s late. You should get some sleep, love. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” She collected her coat up into her arms and leaned over to kiss him softly, yet briefly. She looked like she was going to say something else, but she didn’t. She just turned and hurried from the room before he could protest again because she knew if he did, she wouldn’t be able to leave.
When she got out the front door of the Street home, closing it softly behind her, she put her hand up over her face with a small sob. She had a heavy sick feeling in her stomach that she had just totally screwed everything with Jason up right when she had the chance with him she had always dreamed of. “Fuck,” she said tearfully and ran down the drive towards her car. She was more affected by this than she had thought and now it might not have only ruined her career but her first and probably last hope with a guy she had adored for a very long time.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] refrenced with permission
Word Count | 2,027