DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Collections.

F**CKING UNDER WATER 3

JASON'S POV

Her eyes widened as I slid my briefs down my legs. The surprise in her eyes was brief, quickly giving way for lust.

“Jason, we can't,” she said, her eyes glued to my p***s.

“We can't do what?” I taunted as I walked towards her. She swallowed as I closed the distance between us.

“We can't do this. Someone might walk in on us,” she said. With visible effort, she forced herself to look at my face.

“I locked the door. It's just going to be me and you in here,” I assured her.

She opened her mouth to say something but I silenced her with a kiss. I was tired of waiting. For a long time, I’d imagined what it would be like if it had just been two of us alone, no interruptions. And I knew I wasn't alone on that. I'd caught her stealing glances at me several times, and each time, a different shade of lust appeared in her eyes.

I wanted her badly. And I know she wanted me too. It was time to find out how much she did.

The kiss started slowly, our lips teasing each other gently. Then I placed both my hands on her waist, deepening the kiss. I could feel my hunger rising to surface and I surrendered to it, letting it lead the way.

Leah moaned softly against my mouth and I kissed her even harder. She grabbed onto the counter behind her for support as I pressed my full weight against hers. The further the kiss went, the more of her I wanted. It was like drinking from a source that only served to increase your taste.

“We shouldn't be doing this,” she whispered. At the same time, her hand found my c**k, brushing it gently. Shivers ran up and down my spine.

“But we are,” I said, not giving her the chance to answer as I slid my tongue into her mouth.

Moaning, she sucked on it before twirling her own tongue around it. One of her hands grabbed mine and pulled it upward quickly. Suddenly, my hand was on her breast, fondling it through the fabric of her bikini top. She let out another soft moan and I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth.

My second hand went behind her, crawling up her back to loosen the thin strands of cloth that held her bikini in place. The fabric slipped away immediately and I grazed my thumb across her n****e. It was hard, almost harder than my c**k. She buckled against me as I did that, moaning into my mouth again.

“Jason…” her voice was tiny and desperate, pleading for more.

Her hand gently ran back and forth the length of my c**k and I grunted as my breath quickened. At the same time, I took both her n*****s between my thumb and index finger, massaging gently. The sound that came out of her mouth next was more of a cry than a moan. I broke the kiss to look into her eyes, still tweaking her n*****s between my fingers.

Her body pushed forward, thrusting her breasts into my palm. Her breath had quickened too, merging with me as we stared at each other. There was nothing but pure lust in her eyes. Her hand moved faster on my c**k, sending quick, warm sensations across my body. Still massaging her breasts with one hand, I reached down between us and tugged her panties down.

She let out a shocked gasp when my finger slipped into her. Her hand stopped moving on my c**k, along with the warm sensations in my body.

“No. Continue,” I said, my voice hoarse. My hand left her breast to grab her second hand, pushing it up and down my length the way it had been doing before. I felt my toes curl as her hand got to the tip, making small circles around it. Her second hand found my balls, squeezing lightly while the hand on the tip of my c**k continued torturing me.

She gasped again as I put another finger inside her and her body trembled slightly.

“You like that?” I asked, driving my fingers further inside her, seeking her slick warmth.

She whimpered a response that I couldn't hear and her hands worked even faster on me. She was fondling my balls, circling my c**k with her thumb and index finger, and sliding it up and down with speed, all simultaneously.

“f**k. You're so f*****g good,” I grunted as her hands gave me pleasure like never before. My c**k throbbed in her hand and my balls tightened. The warm sensations in my body became overwhelming and I channeled the energy into f*****g her with my fingers.

Both of us moaned together, enjoying warm, intense pleasure at the hands of each other. As we stood there, fingers and palms doing the talking, nothing else mattered. Nothing at all, except for the yearning for a sweet release.

“I want you inside me,” she begged as she began stroking me with both hands. “Please, Jason. I want to feel your length in me.”

“Oh, f**k, f**k,” I groaned as both her hands tortured me with delicious speed. Moan after moan left her lips as my fingers went in and out of her wet p***y.

“Jason, please. Now,” she whined, stroking me even faster.

The muscles in my stomach tightened as my orgasm approached. Her fingers were soft, yet firm, stroking and pumping my c**k with intensity. But I couldn't let go. Not yet. Not when I was yet to bury myself inside that succulent p***y that had haunted my imagination for weeks.

“Ja…son…” her voice was weak, yet urgent. Her blue eyes pulled mine in, tempting me to let go. To let out all my pent up tension in her hand.

Not yet.

“You asked for it,” I growled, pulling my fingers out of her suddenly. Swiftly, I turned her around and bent her over the counter. Through the mirror on the wall, our eyes met, silently regarding each other, windows into our souls.

“God, how long I've waited for this.” Carefully, I guided my pulsing c**k to her pink folds, nudging the tip against her wet softness. My breath caught as I pushed against her slowly, anticipating the warmth that was waiting for me, calling out to me slowly…