My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) (28 page)

W
hen the song finished, Jason grabbed my hand yanking me toward the stairs. “Dave, we’ll be back. I have to scratch an itch.”

His reuse of my comment had me laughing. I heard his chuckle too.

“You don’t have to leave
.” Jason yelled over my shoulder. “Katarina picked out some movies we could watch. If you have an itch, there’s a room downstairs, and the upstairs room has a bed.”

I was so embarrassed I
planted my feet at the bottom of the stairs and attempted to pull my hand free. “Jason, we can wait until your friends leave. I think this is rude.”

He
opened his large hand, releasing his tight hold on me and I stumbled back.  He bent down causally and I thought he was going to take off his boots, instead, he threw me over his shoulder. “No, I am not waiting another moment. You’re going to get what you’ve had coming to you all day.” A sinister chuckle radiated his shoulders and it gave me shivers. “You have no idea the effect you have on me. Fuck, princess, you dancing with a girl? You might as well be naked with her touching and grinding on you. And then you start giggling? Oh, Katarina, that’s another wet dream.”

We were upstairs
, door shut and locked, before I knew he was serious. Part of me thought he was teasing. He took off my boots slowly. Then with the same slow speed he moved up my body and took off my camisole. My boobs were already sensitive, my nipples hard pebbles. He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants and boxers. He took his time, purposely making me crazy.

“So are we going to do this?” I was growing frustrated
, and I felt like he was playing with me. He wanted me to be needy for him.

He only laughed
, grabbed a condom, and slipped it on.

“Do you want me?”
He gave me a smug smile as he bent over me, patiently awaiting an answer.

“Yes
, I want you.”

“How bad do you want me?”

I gritted my teeth, not wanting to play his game. I closed my legs and crossed my arms over my breasts. He laughed and again flashed a knowing smile at me.

“I changed my mind
. I don’t want it. In fact, I was only pretending earlier.”

He was spreading my legs like I wasn’t using all of my force to keep them closed. He lifted my skirt
, pulled my arms from their position across my chest, and stretched them above my head with a stern look. He ran a rough hand over my breast and nipples. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact. It felt so good. His touch made me crazy with desire. He grabbed my leg and put it over his shoulder, then did the same with the other.

There was a knock on the door
, then what sounded like Dave’s voice. “Ah, Jason, someone’s at the front door for you.”

Jason yelled back quickly
, almost irritated. “Give me twenty minutes.” Then he returned his attention back to me like he was still on a Sunday drive, just taking his sweet time.

“You drive me crazy. The skirt is so sexy, the boots
…” He ran his fingers down my calf and under my knee. “And these.” He traced his fingers lightly over my nipples and cupped my breast. “I was never into small boobs before.” I moved to cover them, but he gave me a look that said I better not. “Let me finish. I find them perfect. They fit in my hand. The nipples roll in my fingers like small pieces of candy.” He was playing with both nipples, rolling and pinching them, and I let a moan slip. “I don’t think I can do big boobs again.” He smiled and it warmed me, his hand making trails down my stomach. “But my favorite part is this.” He put his hand on my vagina and cupped it. “It fits in my hand too.” His eyes twinkled very playfully.

“You know it’s not my fault your hands are freakishly big.”
My voice was a whisper.

Jason
laughed, then stuck two fingers in me, twisting them in and out, his piercing eyes never leaving mine. Then slowly he slid his wet thumb over my very sensitive nub creating a torturous rhythm. I closed my eyes lost in his touch. My muscles squeezed down on his fingers inside me, and almost immediately my orgasm took over.

“Fuck
!” I yelled, and Jason’s smile was the sexiest one I had ever seen. “Wow…that was great for me. I hope you enjoyed it.” It was my chance to use his words.

He laughed a huge throw
-your-head-back laugh, and it made me smile. He positioned his penis outside my sex and slid in slowly, locking his eyes with mine.

He took my hand and placed it between us
. “Feel me slide in you.”

I felt his thick penis with my
fingers. It was hot, wet, and slick and then it glided inside me. I broke my eye contact and glanced down at our joined bodies and it was the most seductive thing I had ever seen. I clenched my muscles around him, my instinctual response to the visual sight of him staking his claim.

I
lifted my eyes to his in wonder, my heart pumping so hard I could hear it over his breathing. “I love you.” The feeling was so strong and his actions so intimate I wanted him to know the hold he had on me. He blinked like those words woke him from his dream.

He leaned over
placing his weight on me, imprisoning me, with his arms. I felt like a pretzel. My ankles rested on his shoulders, and he pounded into me, his own primal needs taking over. His breathing in my ear was seductive. I closed my eyes and focused on the contact, the pain, his smell, and his sound. I heard his grunting increase, my breathing matching his. He pulled out right before I had another release, and my eyes shot wide open. He shifted down, and I watched as his mouth covered my sex and his tongue teasing my clit.

“Strawberries
, just like fucking strawberries.”

I felt like I was on a cloud
, floating. His drug was in my system and I never wanted it to leave. It was a  surreal feeling, driving me to the edge of the cliff, and I immediately grabbed his head, pulling his hair, forcing him to finish.  He stopped, retreated like he knew. Asshole.

“
Not yet, we’re going to come together.”

Jason
was outside my entrance again, beginning his slow entry into me. It was so slow I felt my muscles stretch one by one to accommodate him.  His hunger began to grow, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I saw his eyes roll back in his head and heard his final grunt, and I climaxed hard, my vaginal muscles spasming.

“
Fuck!
” he yelled really loudly.

I
gave Jason a dreamy smile as he disentangled himself from my body. He pulled out of me and strutted to the bathroom. Yep, strutted, like he was the most confident, cocky creature on earth. I was unable to get out of bed. I smoothed my skirt down with my hands trying to cover as much of my exposed body as possible. Jason appeared at the end of the bed.

“Tired?”
Smug ass.

“No
, just catching my breath.” I licked my lips biting the bottom one. He was so adorable. “You are my favorite person, you know.”

“I am honored
.” He leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I tasted myself, it was incredibly sexy and immediately I wanted him again. “I am going to see who’s here. Take your time.” He disappeared out the door.

M
y wobbly legs took me to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my hair and teeth and got dressed. I entered the room noticing the change the furniture created. It made the room look more inviting. I wanted to nestle into the corner of the couch and fall asleep. All eyes were on me when I padded barefoot into the room. Jason was on the couch with a small woman by his side. She had long hair like mine, but hers a light brown.  Her eyes were big and brown. Like doe eyes, they took up her whole face. She was stunning. Jason got up when I walked in the room, and he took my hand. Dave and Sofia were still there, but remained quiet.

“This is Jenny
. She’s an old friend. Her sister’s horse is having a baby, and she wants me to go and check, make sure everything’s OK.”

My eyes fought to mask all my insecure emotions, as
I looked up at him, and then back over at her. I attempted to figure out what kind of old friend she was. “You should go,” I encouraged, reminding myself I was strong and independent. “It sounds like your veterinary skills are needed. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I glanced back as Jenny jumped up from the couch with a big grin.  I found myself in a trance studying her.  She had dimples when she smiled.  Oh yeah, he slept with her.  I am pretty sure I would sleep with her, she was that cute.
Jason leaned in to kiss me, but the look on the other girl’s face changed.  Her smile dropped and her large eyes looked shockingly sad.  She loved him and the look on her face was pure heartbreak, so I turned my head, and he kissed my cheek. He looked confused and I was amazed he couldn’t see what I saw.  Mister “I can read women.”

“You guys can stay
, and watch a movie if you want.” I was looking at Dave and Sofia, but their expressions resembled deer caught in headlights.

Jason
slipped his fingers through mine and we walked to the front door. His voice was low. “Are you sure? I can stay and go in the morning. If I go, I want you to be here when I come home.”

I listen
ed to him and had the worst feeling when I watched him leave with that beautiful girl.

Dave put
Spider-Man
in, and I sat on the smaller of the two couches, and the two of them sat on the larger one all snuggled together. I felt like a third wheel. I was thankful they decided to stay, though, I was starting to feel emotional, and it was nice not to be completely alone. I curled up on the couch and fell asleep before the opening credits left the large television.

When I woke up
, there was a blanket on me, and the room was dark. I saw a small light on toward the kitchen, and I stumbled around looking for my phone. I remembered that I left it in my car, so I went out to the garage to retrieve it. The time was two fifteen, and the only text was from Heather. I went back in the house and went upstairs to Jason’s bedroom. He wasn’t there. I spent the next forty minutes in the shower and blow drying my hair. Then I settled on the couch and tried to relax enough to fall back to sleep.

I awoke again when I was lifted off the couch and carried upstairs. I opened my eyes and saw Jason’s jaw as he made his way in the dark. He laid me gently on the bed and went straight for the shower. I sat up and looked at the clock
. It was four thirty. He came out moments later and crawled into bed. He made no move to touch me.

“Did you deliver a baby horse tonight?”

He rolled over to look at me. “No, just did a lot of monitoring, making sure she was healthy.”

I cleared my throat, “She?”

“The horse. Jenny is going to vet school, and she asked a lot of questions.”

It was quiet for a while
, and I heard him start his deep breathing. I rolled over too frustrated and annoyed to relax. Every time I tried to close my eyes I saw dimples, cute perfectly spaced dimples. I decided to get some air. I dressed quickly and found Bo. We went for a walk, a long one. I needed a plan. The longer I stayed the harder it would be to leave.  It was obvious my distraction was no longer just that. I had shielded myself from everyone in my life including Heather.  The thought of walking away from Jason made me uneasy.  I relied on him too much already. That wasn’t who I was; I was a loner, a survivor.  I could disappear anywhere and just live in my bubble, free. I needed to enjoy Jason, as the distraction he was and move on. No more talk of love.

I spent the rest of the early morning sitting next to Bo on the floor
watching
Spider-Man
, awake this time. When it was over I got up and began making breakfast.

Jason made his way downstairs. He was quiet
, and even though he had a brand-new table, he sat and studied me from his spot at the counter. I put his plate in front of him, and he eyed me. I didn’t acknowledge his ruthless staring. I took my time, grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and went to sit next to him.

“What do want to do today?”
Now, he was sizing me up, trying to figure out if I was mad. He wanted to avoid talking about last night, and I would go along.  I was literally the princess of diverting. I looked around and then finally looked him in the eyes.

“I don’t have any ideas.” I
shrugged and he clenched his jaw shut, obviously not happy with my nonchalant attitude. He scooted his leg so it was touching mine.

“How about we have a
barbecue and invite my family over?”

I
n the mood I was in, I was not excited about having people over, but I didn’t respond and just gave him another shrug.

I watched his eye twitch and his jaw flinch.  I felt victorious, but it didn’t last long.  My mouth never lets me enjoy my victories.
“Are we going to talk about last night?”

He was
silent. I could feel the anger bubbling inside him. “What part, the ‘I love you’ part or ‘me leaving you all night’ part?” He had the victory grin, now. This was a big joke to him. I was a big joke.

M
y hands balled up into fists, and my face grew red. I might be a lot of things, but not a fucking joke.  I slipped off my stool and gently placed my bowl in the sink and went upstairs. He didn’t follow, didn’t try to make it better, just finished his breakfast. I moved quickly trying hard not to think about what a complete asshole he was being and even more, how it was affecting me. This man was so overwhelming. I needed to leave, if I didn’t I was going to lose my mind. He walked in when I was getting off the bed after putting on my tennis shoes to leave.

“So I called everyone
, and they will be here at four-ish. Are you going to the store with me?” Again, he was diverting. He was grabbed his shoes from the closet.

I pondered not going, but
my mind was blank and I couldn’t come up with a reason why not. “OK, I’ll go, but I am not in a talkative mood.” My voice was snappy.

He
scooped me up and carried me to the bed. I tried to push him away, but his movements were too swift. He laid me down, his body slid in behind me, and his strong arms wrapped tightly around me. My back was to his front, and I felt tears burning in my eyes. I started to sob, my body shook. I tried to make it stop, but I couldn’t control it. He just hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck. We stayed in that embrace for over an hour before Jason got up, pulling me with him. I managed to bury my feelings when his eyes met mine and I gave him a warm forgiving smile.

“Let’s go
.” He laced his fingers through mine, and I followed him downstairs. “How about we take your car?”

I
beamed. It was the first time he had ever wanted to take my car.

“Give me your keys
. I’ll drive.”

I giggled
, because he was such a control freak. He enjoyed my hot rod of a car whizzing around other cars and speeding on the freeway. It was like watching someone playing a video game. He glanced at me a couple times with a huge confident smile and I loved it.

“You have a wonderful dog
; I have an awesome car.”

He just winked at me, an adorable
“I know I am hot” wink. I played with the radio and kept changing the station until I noticed him singing. Then I stopped. I enjoyed his singing, found it comforting. I reminded myself to push those feeling away.  Ultimately, my days with Jason were numbered.

At the store
, Jason was being extremely goofy with me. He tried asking me to touch his meat after he picked it out. It was funny the way he was being suggestive about hamburger meat. I laughed, and it lightened the mood. He was being cute, trying to make me laugh at other people around the store, inventing words that they were thinking. I found it very funny, hilarious even.

When we got home
, I was tired and mentally drained. We unpacked the groceries, and I went upstairs and lay down and fell asleep. I woke up, and Jason was wrapped around me. I hadn’t felt him come to bed, but I heard the faint sound of snoring. He was gripped tightly to me with his legs and arms, so I relaxed and fell back to sleep. He woke me up before everyone got there, and I changed into a green dress and a white sweater and pulled my hair halfway up.

His family arrived all at the same time
, fussing over the furniture and the patio. I think the sticky sweetness got to Jason because before I knew it he was telling everyone to leave.  I talked him out of dismissing his family, but it was obvious he was struggling with something.  His mood lightened up as the evening went on.  He played the doting boyfriend perfectly, calling me different endearing names throughout the night, and touching me whenever I was within reach.  It was a little over the top, but I adored it. He barbequed hamburgers while talking with all the grown men, laughing and giving me long sexy glances.

I mentioned the
charity event at dinner and the women seemed really excited.  I gave them the date and they all punched it in to their phones.  Jason’s mom even asked questions about the charity. After dinner, Jason pulled out my computer and showed everyone the pictures he had taken on their man trip. I cleaned the kitchen with his mom and asked her about baking. She was so excited she even gave me a family pie recipe, telling me about the secret ingredient. I felt a little sticky sweet for her after that, even letting her hug me.
How could I not? She gave me her ‘secret.’

I put the movie
Despicable Me
on for the kids and sat with Jake and Josh. I think I was laughing more than them. Jasmine and Jack even sat with us for a while, but Jessica wanted to get them home before they fell asleep on the couch.

The house
was immediately quiet when they left. We were both exhausted and collapsed on the couch. He picked me up to straddle him, and I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck.

“You are so special to me
,” he whispered.

“Thank you,”
I closed my eyes enjoying those words more than I wanted to. I heard his cell go off again. It had been going off all day, but he hadn’t made a move to answer it. He still wasn’t moving. “Aren’t you curious who is trying to get a hold of you?”

“No
.” He put his hands over my ears when he heard the phone start ringing again.

I lay in his arms like a doll and from anyone else’s perspective, we looked in love.  He whispered in my ear of a terrible dream he had earlier and I listened.  I felt his anguish in his tight squeezes as he talked. He dreamt of a young version of me leaving.  The way he talked made it harder for me to put the wall of my bubble in place.  I wanted to be a distraction for him like he had been for me.  Maybe I could.  I could go home
and face what I had been running from, face the responsibilities my grandfather left me and then come back and be someone he could tell his bad dreams to.  I whispered comforting words about his bad dreams back to him.  I tried to tell myself over and over about my plan to leave and come back, but slowly I felt the numbness creep in.  The walls slowly closed around me and I gave into it. 

He carried me upstairs and put me on the bed, then went into the bathroom and started a bath. He walked in and took my hand and began undressing me.

I couldn’t stand anymore doting.
The adoring and cherishing made me feel guilty, and next to crying I hated guilt. “I can do that.”

He gave me a wounded look and I
closed my eyes and shoved my wall down, for one more night. “I want to, that’s all.”

He took off my sweater and then my dress and slid my panties off
, then stepped back and undressed himself. He held my hand as I stepped into the tub behind him. He sat down and pulled me against him. I felt his hard penis on my back when I was pressed against him, and it made me smile.

“So I guess you are a sex addict after all.” He stilled from behind me
, and I felt awful for saying it. I was only teasing him. “I mean you are always ready. It’s not a bad thing…or so I’ve heard. You see, I have a similar problem when I am around a certain man.”

I felt him chuckle more than
I heard it. He started kissing my neck and my shoulder. I felt myself leaning into his touch. He washed us both with soap making the whole process very intimate.

He handed me a fluffy towel and
I dried myself, and then he followed me out of the bathroom. He took my hand and led me downstairs. He sat naked on the couch and had me straddle him. Like a magician, he pulled out a condom from under the couch. I smiled like it was a real magic trick.

“What
, no extra toys?” I was only playing, but he pulled something out of the drawer in the coffee table. It looked like a butterfly with jewels on its wings.

“Hold these
.” His voice was rough.

I thought it was a hair clip
. Jason’s hand reached up and grazed my nipple, and then he leaned over and took it in his mouth. I felt him nibbling it and then biting it, and then he pulled back to look at me. He grabbed the butterfly from my hand and placed it on my nipple. It stung at first. My eyes widened, and then the pain subsided. He approached the next nipple similarly and took the remaining butterfly clip and secured it to my nipple. The same pain hit me followed by a pulse in my sex. The pleasure in my body was erotically filling, changing my thoughts and the sensitive areas. I closed my eyes as his drug settled over every inch of me, making me helpless to his touch.

“Jeez
, Katarina, looks like the butterflies are trying to pollinate you. I have to say it might be my favorite sight.” He moved to touch one of the clips. “The blue jewels match your eyes.” He moved the clip, and it sent all kinds of pleasure signals to my pussy. My eyes widened, and a moan escaped my lips.

“What are you doing to me?”

He gave me a smug smile at the question and moved me off him to put the condom on.

“I am playing with you, princess.” He moved me so I was straddling him again, but I was only hovering over him
. His fingers continued playing with my butterflies. It was driving me crazy.

Jason was enjoying this
. His eyes intent on my every action, the more of the drug I felt, the more he felt. He lifted me from his lap and placed me on the coffee table. The cold hit my back immediately, and I bowed my shoulders, making my boobs stick out. He quickly moved between my legs and entered me slowly, waiting for me to adapt. It was different than the other times, before I felt his lust, his addiction to the high that sex brought, his need to mark. But now, he was being nice and thoughtful, watchful, and I was beyond turned on.