Anita Blake 23 - Jason (16 page)

J.J. had apparently played with all the buttons and switches she wanted, and was goal oriented on one switch in particular. She wrapped her mouth around me and licked with her tongue at the same time that she was sucking. Even as I felt the warmth begin to grow between my legs, I filed away what I was feeling to ask her how she was doing it and to see if I could duplicate it, but that was later; right now . . . I angled Jason downward and slid my mouth over him. I wanted him inside me when I came.

I sucked him, using my hand to guide him and avoid my teeth; nothing was a deal killer like an accidental tooth nick. I opened my mouth wider and moved lower on the pillows as J.J. brought me closer and closer to the edge. I slid my hands between Jason’s thighs to touch his ass and press him closer to me, using my hands to start him moving in and out of my mouth. He didn’t need much encouragement to start sliding himself in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, and then as I raised my mouth eagerly, he started moving faster, putting more hip movement into it, and into me. J.J. was sucking and licking harder, faster, and I wanted Jason’s body to do the same to my mouth; it just seemed to work, and drive the pleasure higher to have both of them working together, so that I angled my mouth and throat eagerly, wanting him to go as far down as he could from that angle. Jason was long enough to make it enjoyable without making me feel like I was choking. It was an angle I wouldn’t have tried with all the men in my life, but right that moment it worked, it totally and completely worked. My hands found the pillows and clutched at them as I let Jason move his hips as much as he wanted, and J.J. sucked hard and harder, the tip of her tongue still licking, and the building warmth crashed up and out and suddenly I was screaming my orgasm around Jason’s body, until he drove himself deep enough that I couldn’t scream. Sometimes that would have been too much, but tonight the feel of him down my throat, forcing my mouth wide with his body buried as tight as he could get it, was perfect for me to spasm and shiver while wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. J.J. kept sucking, licking, so that I wasn’t sure if it was all one orgasm or a series of them, one spilling into the other.

Jason drew himself out of my mouth before I was done, so I got to scream again. I heard him say, “If I don’t stop, I’m going to go.”

I managed to gasp, “Go . . . breasts!” I meant he could go in my mouth until he was almost ready to go, and then go on my breasts, and he seemed to understand me, because he slid himself back into my mouth and started fucking my mouth in earnest. It was almost too much, almost, and then J.J. hesitated in her sucking, and then she started sucking harder than before, so that I screamed when Jason’s body let me, but in between I sank into the feel of his body slipping in and out of my mouth, down my throat, and J.J.’s mouth sucking me as if she meant to find the sweet, gooey center of my body, and make me come until I tapped out, or passed out.

And then J.J. screamed her orgasm with her mouth buried against me, and it made me scream again, my body bucking underneath them both. Jason pulled himself out of my mouth, and then he went, hot and liquid across my breasts. I opened my eyes enough to see him kneeling above me, his hand on himself aiming where I’d asked him to go, pouring himself over my breasts, so that seeing that made me scream again, and finally J.J.’s mouth wasn’t on me anymore, but she was still crying out.

I fought the eye-fluttering orgasm to look down the bed and got a glimpse of Nathaniel behind J.J., and I knew exactly what was making her cry out. I’d have liked to have a better view, but the first big orgasm aftershock caught me and made me writhe underneath Jason, screaming wordlessly, my hands digging into the pillows, because he’d asked not to be scratched up, so I dug at the pillows instead of his flesh while the orgasm rocked me, and his pleasure spilled down my breasts in a happy, sticky mess.

T
HE FOUR OF
us managed to crawl, fall, and collapse into a big pile. J.J. had collapsed with her upper body across my thighs and hips, Nathaniel curled around her, his hair tangled over them and my legs. Jason managed to grab the wet wipes on the bedside table so he could clean me up enough to not completely trash the sheets. As he cleaned up my breasts, he said, “I made the mess, it’s the least I can do.”

I gave him a thumbs-up, because I still couldn’t talk or move. Good that he was mobile, good for him. But once he had me mopped up, he curled against my side, one arm across my stomach, his head resting against my shoulder.

J.J. found her voice first, though she was a little hoarse from screaming. “You both should come on one of Jason’s visits to New York. We could have so much fun.”

“How would you introduce Anita and Nathaniel to Freda?” Jason asked.

She rubbed her face against my thigh and said, “Anita as our lover, and Nathaniel as mine, and your best friend.”

“Freda would go apeshit,” Jason said, snuggling in against me a little more.

“She would,” J.J. said.

I looked down at her blond hair, which was all I could see of her face. “Are you trying to use us as an excuse for the big fight?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she said, and rolled her head enough to look up at me.

“Just break up with her,” Nathaniel said, and he moved his face enough so I had a glimpse of his eyes through his hair.

“We share an apartment; do you know how hard it is to get a nice place at a reasonable rent in New York?”

“Are you saying that you’ll try to make her move out in a huff, so you don’t have to move?” I asked.

“It’s a thought,” she said.

I laughed. “That is cold, J.J.”

“Mercenary, even,” Jason said, reaching his arm down enough to stroke her hair.

“You’ve never tried to get an apartment in the city,” she said.

“It can’t be that bad,” I said.

She gave me a look out of her blue eyes that was scathing and totally didn’t match the warm, nefarious puppy pile we were in.

“Okay, maybe it is that bad,” I said.

“Sorry to leave the cuddling, but I’ve got to get the condom off,” Nathaniel said. He kissed J.J. on the cheek, which made her smile, and extracted himself from her and my legs. He crawled up and kissed me on the mouth, softly, thoroughly, and drew back with both of us smiling. The smile changed to something less tender and more boy as he looked at Jason. He held out his fist, and Jason fist-bumped him, grinning.

“Fist bump, really,” J.J. said.

“We could high-five,” Jason said.

“Shaking hands, maybe,” Nathaniel suggested.

I laughed. “Go clean up, before the condom glues itself to you.”

He started to crawl off the bed, and then said, “Damn, I got stuff in my hair. I’m going to have to wash it.”

“That’ll take forever,” I said.

“Not if I don’t blow-dry it, and just braid it wet.”

“Okay, but then come back and cuddle,” I said.

“I think we’re all going to need to clean up,” Nathaniel said as he got off the bed.

“Eventually,” J.J. said, and crawled up so that she was on the other side of me. She lay down, propping herself up on her elbow. She touched her fingertip to my skin where Jason had missed a cleanup spot. “It was so fucking hot to watch Jason go all over you like that.”

Jason started tracing the edges where his pleasure was just beginning to dry on my skin. “Wet wipes just don’t clean this up, do they?”

“I’ll hurry,” Nathaniel said, and went for the bathroom.

J.J. looked very serious as she said, “You know, Anita, you don’t have a problem with Jade being a girl, you have a problem with Jade.”

I’d thought similar things in the last few hours, but I wanted to hear J.J.’s reasoning, not mine. “What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t match up with you.”

“I prefer women who are smaller than me, or at least not much bigger, and that’s hard to find.”

“But you like a woman who responds with fire, not hesitation. It seemed like every time we built up speed in the bed, Jade would do something to slow or stop the enthusiasm; that would be hard on a hard-core lesbian, let alone for your first female lover.”

“Thanks for that,” I said, and smiled, and then the smile vanished, “but I can’t punish her for the issues her master gave her; that would be like punishing her for being a victim.”

“But Anita, you don’t have to have sex with someone if you don’t want to, not even out of guilt.”

“I’m drawn to her,” I said.

“Through the metaphysical ties, I get that, but you find her a burden, not a pleasure, and that’s not about her being a woman, that’s about you and her not being compatible.”

“How can I just kick her out of my bed? I’m the first kindness she’s had in centuries.”

“So it’s pity sex,” J.J. said.

I opened my mouth, closed it, and then tried to think instead of just denying it. I did feel sorry for Jade; who wouldn’t?

Jason snuggled me closer. “I’m sorry, Anita.”

I turned so that I was spooning against his body and could look at J.J. more. “Are you saying that my issue isn’t having sex with a girl, but that Jade just doesn’t match up with me in the bedroom?”

“If Jade were a boy, would you still be having sex with her, or would you have gotten frustrated and moved on?”

I tried to think that one through and finally said, “I don’t know.”

“I do,” Jason said.

J.J. looked at him, and he put his arm tighter around me, as if afraid I’d move away.

“And?” I asked, and even to me it sounded grumpy.

“Don’t sound so hostile, Anita.”

I think I frowned harder. “Just talk to me, Jason.”

He moved his face enough so I could see him smile at me. “I’ve seen you kick men out of your bed that were great lovers, men you enjoyed having sex with, because some other part of their personality didn’t match up with yours. I’ve never seen you be this patient or try this hard with any of the guys. I didn’t realize how hard you’ve been working with Jade until today. I’m sorry that I thought it was just a sort of homophobia.”

“I thought it was, too,” I said.

“You’ll never like women as much as you like men,” J.J. said. “You like dick too much.”

I half laughed. “J.J.”

“It’s so cute that you blush like that, but you don’t need to be embarrassed that you like dick better than pussy. I love Jason, and Nathaniel is amazing, but I’ll always love the girl parts better than the boy ones, and you’ll always be the opposite; no harm in that.”

I grinned at her and thought how perfect she was for Jason. I was so glad they’d found each other.

“You need to break up with Jade,” she said.

The grin faded. “I’m all she’s got.”

“You’re all she’s got because you haven’t made her find anyone else,” Jason said.

“I don’t know if she can take any more rejection.”

Jason turned me in his arms, so I was looking up into his sincere and strangely serious eyes. “Are you really willing to spend the rest of your life trying to date someone you not only don’t love, but that you actually don’t enjoy having sex with? Come on, Anita, everyone else that you’ve passed over for regular lovers has found other people to date, or at least fuck.”

“I feel guilty about them, too,” I said.

“I know you do,” he said, eyes still serious, but with a gentle smile to soften the edge of it.

“But why does she feel guilty?” J.J. asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Why do you feel guilty that you can’t be in love with all of them, or fuck all of them? Why does that make you feel guilty?”

“They’re tied to me metaphysically, some of them forever. They didn’t ask to be tied to me, and I don’t love them. I mean this really is until death do us part, and I don’t love them.”

“But you’re tied to them until death do you part, too, trapped with a whole bunch of people you don’t love. I’m not even sure you like all of them.”

“I don’t dislike any of them,” I said.

She smiled and patted my arm. “It’s okay, Anita, it’s okay that you don’t like everyone the
ardeur
has found for you.”

“Before I had so much control of the
ardeur
it could make the men, lovers, that it found for me perfect matches with me in so many ways; we think that’s what happened with Micah and Nathaniel.”

“Or maybe you would have loved them anyway, Anita,” she said.

I shrugged. “We’ll never know now, will we?”

“So you feel guilty because you had enough control to not fall in love with all of them?” she asked.

“Wait,” Jason said. “Damian and Nathaniel got tied to you at the same time and you didn’t fall head over heels with Damian, so just saying it’s all about control level on the
ardeur
isn’t true.”

I stared up at him; he was right. “Why didn’t I love Damian as much as Nathaniel then?”

“You were attracted to Nathaniel for a while, before the
ardeur
made him your leopard to call. You were never that drawn to Damian,” Jason said.

“Damian is beautiful and great, and . . .”

“You don’t have to defend him to us,” Jason said.

“You don’t like to reject anyone, do you?” J.J. said.

“It’s not that exactly, it’s more I like to include people, not exclude them, sort of; I don’t like the idea that anyone is lonely, or sad, that I’m responsible for.”

“You’re not responsible for all these people, Anita,” J.J. said.

“Yeah, actually, I am.”

Jason reached across me to rub his hand down her arm. “Actually, she sort of is.”

“Explain that to me again.”

I looked at Jason; he looked at me. He shook his head. “No, there is too much, I will sum up.”

She laughed. “All right, give me the short version.”

“Once vampires get organized, or powerful enough in any given area, they are at the top of the food chain. They see lycanthropes as less powerful, and a master vampire’s metaphysical abilities usually make that true. Jean-Claude is the first-ever vampire king of America, and that makes him the leader of all the metaphysical Americans, and Anita is his queen, so in effect she is part of the leadership of all of us, and that means she is responsible for us, all of us, in a way.”