CHAPTER 11 I take a deep breath and push my panties down fully. They're soaked, and before I have the chance to feel embarrassed, Jason's voice cuts through the tension. "Spread your legs," he says. I freeze. He notices my hesitation immediately. I've already come this far, but this is still my first time being completely bare in front of someone, and nerves creep in. The heat in his gaze softens slightly. "It's okay, love. I'll take care of you," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. Slowly, I part my legs, still unable to meet his eyes. This is mortifying. But Jason isn't having that—he grips my chin gently and tilts my face up. "Don't look away from me," he says, then kisses me again. The kiss is deep, desperate—like he's trying to tell me how badly he wants me without words. He dominates my lips, sucking, teasing, completely overwhelming me. When he starts trailing kisses lower, realization strikes, and I jerk up with a startled gasp. "Oh my god, Jason, wait—" My protest dissolves into a moan as he spreads my legs wider and presses his mouth to my core. He's devouring me like he's been starving for this, like stopping isn't an option. My mind blanks, and my body ignites. I'm gasping, moaning his name, so loud that some part of me worries someone might hear us from outside. The orgasm that had been simmering before slams into me like a freight train, but I don't fall until he starts sucking my clit. The world goes black for a second. Sound disappears. Shudders wreck my body, and my legs tremble as I crash back onto his bed, completely undone. When I finally come down, I realize I've been chanting his name. He's still between my legs, his dark eyes locked onto me, giving slow, lazy licks as if he can't get enough. Stunned, I stare at him for a full minute before heat floods my face. Oh my god, I came on his face. My hands fly up to cover myself as I groan into his pillow. Jason chuckles, a deep, satisfied sound. He pries my hands away and pulls the pillow from under me. Brushing my sweaty hair from my face, he smirks. "It's too late to be embarrassed now," he teases. I glare at him, still too weak to shove him away properly. He doesn't get to ruin me like that and then tease me for it. I'm about to retort when I notice that he's still hard. Guilt flickers through me—he's gotten me off more than once now, but I've never returned the favor. My eyes drop to the outline straining against his boxers, and my stomach clenches. I swallow, nerves prickling my skin. "Um… do you need some… help?" My voice is hesitant, but I wave my hand toward his lap so he gets the gist. Jason exhales sharply, his eyes darkening. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to." But I do. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. Some deep, primal part of me craves the sight of him unraveling for me. "I want to," I say firmly, even though my heart is hammering. He studies me for a second, then hooks his thumbs into his waistband and shoves his pants down. He's only in his black boxers now. "Take me out," he says, his voice thick with need. My breath hitches. My hands tremble slightly as I reach for his stomach, letting my fingers trail over his abs before moving lower. I palm him through his boxers, and the groan he lets out sends a fresh wave of heat between my thighs. Slowly, I lower the waistband, freeing him completely. My breath catches. I've never seen one in real life before—he's hard, thick, the skin smooth but the length steel beneath my touch. For a second, doubt creeps in. There's no way that thing is fitting inside me without breaking me apart. Jason's head falls back with a strained groan as I wrap my fingers around him. His reaction sends a rush of confidence through me, and I stroke him from base to tip, marveling at the way he twitches in my grip. "Harder," he growls, and I obey, tightening my fingers slightly. Precum beads at the tip, and before I can overthink it, I swipe my thumb over it and lift my finger to my lips, tasting him. It's salty, a little musky, but not unpleasant. Jason's reaction is instant—his hips jerk, and he lets out a strangled curse. His dark eyes flick open, locking onto me just as I reach between my own thighs and slip my fingers inside myself. That's all it takes. "Fuck," he groans, his control snapping. His body tenses, and a second later, he spills over my stomach, his cock pulsing in my grip. The sight of him coming, undone because of me, pushes me over the edge, and I shudder as another orgasm rips through me. Panting, I collapse back onto his bed, my body spent. Jason watches me for a moment before reaching for my hand. He lifts it to his lips and licks my fingers clean. "You're so fucking hot," he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead before sitting up. I'm too dazed to move as he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a towel. Gently, he wipes his release from my stomach before moving lower, cleaning the wetness from my thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. "I can do it myself," I mutter, trying to sit up. "I know," he says, pushing me back down, "but I want to do it for you." His voice is quiet, but there's something in it that makes my chest ache. Once he's finished, he tugs on a pair of sweatpants and throws a shirt at me. "I can't stay," I say, though part of me wishes I could. Jason's expression shifts slightly, but he nods. "Oh. Okay." Neither of us moves for a moment, and the air between us is heavy. "I'm just gonna go," I mumble, scrambling for my clothes. I can't find my underwear, and I don't have the energy to put my bra back on, so I forgo both. My hair is a mess, my skin is still flushed, and when I glance back at Jason, he's just watching me, his jaw tight. He sighs, then grabs a hoodie before stepping toward me. "Come on, I'll walk you back." I don't argue. The night air is crisp as we make our way back to my dorm in silence, but he holds my hand the entire way.