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Jason had absolutely no damn shame when it came to your tits.
It didn’t matter whether you’d just rolled out of bed with your t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, or you were wearing a tight top because you were about to work out—if your breasts were visible, covered or not, that’s where his attention went. Always.
That night, like so many others, you’d taken a shower. Just routine after a long, exhausting day. You were brushing your damp hair, leaving the bathroom door open so the steam from the hot water wouldn’t fog up the mirror and keep you from seeing yourself. You were still wrapped in a towel, and that was what sealed your fate when Jason walked into the bathroom from the bedroom.
His eyes took in the curves of your body once more before he stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?” he murmured, pressing his face into your neck.
You saw him in the mirror’s reflection, his gaze fixed and hungry.
“What have I done now?” you asked, smiling sideways.
Jason didn’t answer. He let his big hands roam over your towel-covered body, his lips leaving a soft, warm trail of kisses along your neck, slowly moving from there to your shoulder. His mouth caught the tiny droplets of water still clinging to your skin, like dew forming on a clear, windless night like this one.
He watched the droplets slide down to your collarbones and finally disappear into the valley between your breasts, hidden beneath the towel. His hands reached the edge of the cotton fabric, fingers gripping it with controlled desperation while his mouth kept placing gentle kisses on your neck. You simply tilted your head to the side, enjoying the attention.
“Can I?” he asked, almost breathless. “I need to see you,” he whispered in your ear.
Only when you nodded—goosebumps rising as you felt his breath against your skin—did Jason begin to slowly unwrap the towel. His touch was soft and reverent, like he was opening a precious, delicate gift. And then, finally, the towel slipped to the floor, revealing you in all your divine nakedness, and he couldn’t hold back a satisfied hum.
His hands came up—big, warm—and grabbed your breasts without preamble. He lifted them, squeezed them, covered them with his palms like trophies bearing his name. Then he pinched one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a gasp from you. Jason watched through the mirror as your face twisted, brow furrowing while you bit your lip.
His eyes shone with pure, raw, hungry adoration.
Jason couldn’t wait to turn you around and press you against the bathroom counter, your lower back pushed into the cold edge. His hands gripped your waist before he ducked his head and closed his lips around one of your nipples, drawing another gasp from you as your hand tangled in his hair.
His mouth worked eagerly, like a starving man, soaking your skin with saliva. His tongue played with the hardened tip, his teeth teasing the sensitive flesh.
“Jason…” you panted, tightening your grip.
He ignored you, focusing instead on what he loved most in the world. His arms wrapped around your waist now, as if afraid you might disappear. He licked along the underside of one breast, nipped at the other nipple, pushed them together to bury his tongue between them with a guttural groan.
“Perfect,” Jason praised, placing butterfly kisses across your cleavage.
All you could do was sigh and pant, fistfuls of his hair in your hands.
“I could worship them all damn night,” he growled, and you knew it was true.
His mouth closed around one of your nipples again. He played with your other breast between his rough fingers while he licked, sucked, and marked the one in his mouth with soft little bites. He pressed you into the marble, no escape, your back arching and giving him even more access to your chest without meaning to.
“Jay…” you whispered, tugging at his hair as his mouth moved to your other breast.
He lifted his head, mouth wet, lips flushed, eyes full of devotion.
“Shh. Just enjoy it.”
And you, completely undone, could only cling to the edge of the marble counter, your knuckles white.
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He carried you to the bed and pinned you beneath his weight, never once letting his mouth leave your breasts. He only lifted his head for a moment to look at you—cheeks flushed, eyes bright, your breasts wet from his tongue. It was a perfect sight.
Jason didn’t rush. He took his time. His hands kneaded slowly, thumbs teasing your hardened nipples while his mouth traced the outline, as if he wanted to memorize every curve with his tongue.
“They’re so perfect…” he murmured shamelessly, like someone admiring a work of art.
His warm breath swept through the cleft between your breasts as he pressed them together with his hands. He licked slowly, unhurried, savoring them like a delicacy meant only for him. Your nipples were hard, sensitive, slick with his saliva and flushed red from the constant attention. And he looked at them as if each one were a rare jewel that needed to be marked with his mouth, his teeth, his breath.
He trapped one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, making a wet, filthy sound that tore a moan from you. Jason kissed the swollen bud, then moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. His big hands cupped your breasts together again so he could bury his tongue between them once more.
“How you doing, baby?”
Bad. He hadn’t done anything but play with your tits and you were already soaked, your legs trembling. He didn’t even let you answer before his mouth devoured you again—harder this time. Rhythmic movements, strong suction that pulled unfiltered moans from you. Every bite sent a shiver through your body. Every pull was a direct jolt to your core.
You clutched his hair tightly, knuckles white, while he let out a low growl at the pain without ever stopping his intense suction on one nipple, pinching the other mercilessly. Your back arched, your legs tried to close—impossible with Jason’s body between them—when a soft, shaky cry slipped from your lips.
Your whole body trembled as you came just from the stimulation of your breasts. Jason held you tightly, still sucking, dragging your climax out as long as he could.
When he finally looked up, he wore a crooked smile on his wet, red lips.
“Good?” he asked, his hands gently stroking your sides.
Still shaking with pleasure, you could only nod, idly playing with his black curls.
You stayed on the bed as Jason got up and stripped quickly. His cock slipped free of his boxers, bouncing lightly, the tip pearled. He didn’t waste time opening the nightstand drawer to grab a bottle of lube before carefully straddling your stomach, mindful not to crush you with his weight. You just watched as he poured the lube into one hand and rubbed it to warm it up, your hands resting on his thighs, thumbs tracing slow circles.
Still, you shivered a little when he started spreading it between your breasts. Of course you knew what was coming next. Jason’s worship of your tits went this far.
Finally, he spread the rest of the lube over his hard, erect cock, sighing in relief at the attention. He let it fall against your sternum, swaying gently as he stared at you. You opened your mouth, kissing the tip of his cock each time it reached you, making Jason smile.
He brushed a strand of hair from your face before starting to move faster, one hand gripping the headboard, the other pressing his cock between your breasts. You tried to help by licking and kissing the tip, pulling guttural groans from him as the pace of his thrusts increased.
His eyes never left your breasts, watching them move with every thrust, slick with lube and pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight, one he never got tired of.
His rhythm finally turned erratic as he pressed into you, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them. You watched up close as his cock pulsed before spilling over your neck and chest, whining like a wounded animal, still pumping between the valley of your breasts.
After pausing to catch his breath, he took in the mess he’d left on your skin. A constellation of hickeys and bite marks around your breasts, glistening, nipples still erect from the stimulation. Oh—and the pretty necklace of pearly beads now adorning your slender neck.
Maybe he should buy you a real one.