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Jason continued on with his excitement filled tour of his baby. He opened the inside and had me sit down. This was one impressive car. He was going on and on about it being a 5.8L V8 engine and some other nonsense that I neither understood nor cared about. I noticed that the car was a convertible, which I loved. The inside was all black leather, with more gadgets than should be allowed, just the like Raptor. I sensed a trend in his choice of vehicles: they were both Fords and both silver.
“So, you love your Fords huh?”
“Hell yeah! American made baby!”
I suddenly felt guilty for driving around in my Civic. In my defense, the car was bought by my parents because they felt it was safe and reliable – not to mention affordable.
He took me by the hand, shut the door to the Shelby, and walked me over to the impressive motorcycle sitting on its own -- with two helmets draped over the handlebars.
“This is my Harley CVO Breakout, and I’m ready to take you out on her tonight.”
I had never been on a motorcycle due to the fact that I have overly paranoid parents who swear these things are nothing but death machines. I was impressed by this one. So much chrome, it smelled of fresh polish. The leather seats were polished to perfection. This was a remarkable bike, and regardless of my parents’ constant warnings fluttering through my head, I was ready to ride.
I took one of the helmets, put it on my head, tightened the straps, and took a seat on the back of the bike. Jason eyed me with excited curiosity.
“Come on Mr. Bradley, take me on a ride.”
“Haha,” he laughed. “You ain’t goin ridin like that. Come inside, I got something for you to ride in.”
What? He has something for me to ride in? When did he have time to do this? How does he know my size? I was curious, but at the moment, I was far too excited to argue, so I followed him into the house.
I remembered that I still had the helmet on my head and started to remove it when Jason pulled out his cellphone and stopped me.
“Smile.” He snapped a picture of me in the house with his motorcycle helmet on then took the helmet off of me and told me to make myself at home while he got my attire.
I was dumbstruck in his house. The inside was equally extraordinary, just like the outside. There were cathedral ceilings and travertine tile throughout the house. The kitchen was probably the size of my entire apartment, with nothing but stainless steel appliances. It was an open floor plan that led directly into the living room. It was an astounding living room. It too was floored in travertine tile, but had black rugs to bring in a cozier feel. The fireplace, which was probably double the size of any normal fireplace, was sitting in the right corner of the room, facing the kitchen. There was a black leather sectional that resembled movie theater seating facing an oversized television that was mounted on the wall.
I took a walk over to the mantle of the fireplace to see photos of Jason and his family. He had a brother, who looked almost identical to him. His mom was a beautiful blonde, dressed impeccably, and his dad looked every bit the oil tycoon. I saw a picture of a very cute little blond haired, blue eyed toddler playing at a park. I wondered who the little girl was, but just as my thoughts started to carry me away, Jason walked in with a pair of black boots, and a black leather riding jacket.
“Here you go.” He was wildly eyeing me while handing them to me, awaiting my excitement.
“Thanks. How did you know my size?”
“While you were in the shower yesterday, I browsed around.”
Suddenly, I was struck by his immoral snooping and troubling honesty.
“Jason, that’s not okay. You were snooping in my closet?”
He looked at me incredulously. “I wouldn’t call it snooping. I call it doing my homework. I knew I wanted to take you out for a ride, so I thought you might like to have proper gear. I went and picked it up today, that’s why I was late getting to your game.”
Hearing his reasoning took a bite out of my anger, so I disregarded his wicked attempts at romanticism, and just went along with it. He had obviously put a great deal of effort into this surprise, so I just went with the flow.
I put on my boots, my jacket, and my helmet. Jason was dressed just the same, and if it were even possible, looked even more appetizing than earlier. There was something about him in all black that just made my heart beat to a reckless drum.
We went out to the garage where Jason dug into a trunk and pulled out two brand new sets of riding gloves. He handed me a set, put on a pair himself, then sat on the bike and started it up.
The roar of the engine was enough to send shock waves through my body. I was so excited, yet scared all at the same time. He shot me his charismatic grin and motioned for me to hop on the back of the bike, to which I happily obliged.
We made our way down the forever long driveway, back down to La Jolla Blvd and rode along the coast. The crisp San Diego night air felt refreshing against my face, while the engine hummed beneath me. There was no better feeling than riding on the back of the motorcycle, staring at the twinkling lights, hearing the waves of the ocean, and gripping my man tight from behind.
I couldn’t believe I was on a motorcycle and thoughts of my dad and his warnings filled my head. “Cara, those things are death machines, you would be best to avoid them.”
I quickly shook the thought out of my head. How could this be a death machine? I was in a state of euphoria, and felt like I was sailing through the clouds. Jason yelled over the roar of the engine to check on me.
“You okay?”
“Yes!” I quickly replied, with probably too much enthusiasm, but I didn’t care.
As we started our trip back to the house, I lay my head on Jason’s back. The anger that I had with him earlier had disappeared. Who could be angry after this?
We pulled back into the driveway. Jason hit the remote to the garage, and pulled the bike inside.
“So what did you think? First time on a bike?”
“Yes, it was my first time. My dad isn’t too keen on motorcycles, so I was never allowed on one. I loved it.”
“Are you still mad at me for not wanting to go to Gaslamp?” He asked smugly.
“No I’m not. This definitely beats Gaslamp,” and just as I finished my answer, he leaned in and planted an emotionally charged kiss right on my lips.
“Well, let’s get you inside, this night isn’t over.”
“What else do you have planned?”
“No questions Cara. Just go inside. Go down the hallway, last door on the left is my bedroom. There’s something in there for you to change into.”
I had no clue what was up his sleeve, but I was too excited to question him, so I ran inside to go and change. Along the walls leading to his bedroom were more family photos. There was a picture of him with his parents, one with him and his brother, another family photo, and another picture of the cute little toddler from the living room. I decided I would ask about his family when I got a moment.
Entering Jason’s bedroom was like walking into a king’s domain. There were two fireplaces, a large television mounted on the wall, a king sized bed that sat on an oversized black rug, and a dresser that was probably larger than most people’s kitchen tables. The travertine had extended into his room as well.
On the bed was an all-white two piece bikini. There were ruffles on the top and bottoms, giving it a very feminine and flirty feel. It felt much too expensive and when I looked at the tag, it said it was from Sauvage. I had never heard of the company before and for good reason; the top alone cost $92. My mind started wondering who in their right mind paid this much money for a few specs of material? The bottoms were no better at $88. I was floored, and I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. This was a hideously expensive swim suit.
Jason knocked on the door and before I could say anything, he let himself in.
“Do you like it?” he asked, cautiously.
“I... um…” I was at a loss for words. “I guess I do.”
“How can I Jason? We’re so new and you’re spending hundreds of dollars on a few scraps of fabric. I don’t want you thinking you have to impress me with your money.”
“I don’t think that. I just liked it, so I bought it, simple as that. Now, stop over analyzing everything and come out to the back yard, I have something else to show you.” He sounded very demanding at this point, so I took the swimsuit and got dressed.
As we walked outside, I took notice of this fine specimen of a man in front of me. His swim trucks were black with only a white waistband. They, too, were from Sauvage. They were form fitting, and hit just at his thigh. I got to enjoy the view from behind. Jason definitely worked out, and his ass was pure evidence of that. His cheeks looked like two boulders moving simultaneously. His broad shoulders were sculptured and lead to a V at his hips. How did I get so lucky?
The backyard overlooked a mountainside that was nestled just above the beach. Moving out onto the patio, the sound of the waves crashing against the mountainside took all of the apprehension out of me. Jason had a pool that was the length of the house towards the back of the yard. The patio, with a built in bar and bar-b-cue, sat under an ice white lattice patio cover. There were lights strung along throughout, giving it a very calm, and romantic feel.
Jason went into the fridge and offered me a glass of wine, while grabbing a beer for himself. I offered a surprising stare in his direction and he smiled at me, while using his teeth to remove the cap to his beer. I took a sip of the wine, and to my surprise it was my favorite; the same wine that Chelsea had gotten herself drunk on tonight.
“How did you know I love this wine?” I asked with a slight giggle in my voice.
He took a big swig of his beer, and after wiping his mouth clean, smiled and answered. “Your roommates are more than willing to spill the dirt on you, ya know.” He laughed, “Does it matter?”
I scrunched my eyes, trying to figure out which motor mouth talked.
“Finish your wine, we have things to do.”
As we drank, I figured this was as a good a time as any to ask him questions about his family.
“So I saw your family photos, I didn’t know you had a brother.”
He paused, and then answered, “Yes I do. His name is Jacob.”
“Are you twins? You look so much alike.”
He looked annoyed and harshly answered, “NO!”
I could take a hint, so I dropped the talk about his brother. Unfortunately, my curiosity wanted to know more about his family, so I carefully diverted my questions.
“So who is that pretty little girl in the pictures?”
He stared blankly at me, and then in a tone that sent a clear warning, he answered my probing question.
“That’s my niece Abigail.” He was obviously done talking about it and tried to shift the conversation. “Are you done with your wine?”
I looked down at my glass; I had only finished half of my drink. I shook my head, but that didn’t stop him from walking over from behind the bar over in my direction. He leaned down and lowly murmured in my ear in a very seductive tone, “keeping you dry is not in the plans tonight.”
In one swift move, he swooped me off the barstool, and ran me to the pool. I squealed the entire way, practically begging him not to throw me in. My pleas went ignored because as soon as he made it to the edge of the pool, he threw me in, wine glass and all. I surfaced, only to find him outside the pool, laughing at me.
I began splashing water in his direction, hoping that by getting him wet, he would join me. He decided to dive in, and after taking the glass out of the pool, swam over to me.
“Water feels good huh?”
“Yes it does. So this was your plan tonight -- bike ride, drinks, pool?”
He gave me a very conniving smile.
“You left something off the list.”
"What is that?”
“I think you know what it is.”
He moved closer to me, took me head in his hands, and kissed me passionately.
“Your hair is curly.” He was panting at this point. “Your curly hair is a serious turn on for me.”
I began shaking my head so that my hair was wild and free.
“Don’t do that. You think I’m kidding, but your hair is like kryptonite for me.”
Hearing that turned me on. This hair, that had been a constant headache my entire life, was a lifeline to this man’s heart. I fully intended to use it to my advantage. I took his hands and put them in my hair. Once he starts rubbing, I started kissing him -- hard.
Jason skillfully untied my bikini top, then my bottoms. Before I knew it, I was completely naked in the pool. He took my breasts in his hands, and while massaging the left, began to suck on the right. I ran my hands through his hair, and wriggled at the overwhelming sensation coursing through my body. Before I knew it, his erection was moving up and down my leg, and then he entered me. The feeling in the water was surreal. It was so pleasurable, with a hint of pain. He started to move -- aggressively. I was lost in him, he had me, completely. I was still fisting my hands through his hair, and as water splashed between us, I moaned so loud that I think his neighbors might have heard us. He had my legs wrapped around his hips, and grabbing my behind, he lifted me -- giving himself access to go deeper and deeper. I could feel my body start to climb, the sensation was unbearable, and Jason started to growl.
“Come on baby, cum for me.”
My body must have been waiting on an invitation because not long after, I started to convulse and with rapid breathing, screamed out his name, and exploded all over him, in the pool. He followed me, and we stay put for a minute in the water, trying to catch our breaths.
Jason kissed me, swam over to my swimsuit, grabbed both pieces, and climbed out of the pool. He held out his hand, and helped me out of the water.
“Cara, I love what you do to me.”
I looked at him flabbergasted.
“What do I do to you? I think it might be the other way around.”
He shook his head insistently. “No, trust me; it’s what you do to me. We can stand out here and argue this all night, but it’s a bit chilly and I want to get you inside.”
I smiled, feeling triumphant, and followed Jason into the house.
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Back in the house, Jason instructed me to start the shower while he went into the garage for wood. I hadn’t had the opportunity to explore the bathroom, and when I did. I was just as awestruck with it as I was with the rest of the house. The travertine covered the floor, as well as the shower. The countertops were a midnight black with small specks of gold. The bathtub was a deep, black, spa tub with about eight jets flanking the sides. Ideas started to run through my head, but before I could get completely sidetracked, I started the water in the shower. There was an overhead shower head, just what I needed to keep this curly hair curly. On second thought, I may not ever make it out of the shower with this thing. I started to laugh inwardly. There were about three doors, and I was hoping that one was a linen closet because I didn’t see any towels anywhere. I opened the first door on the left, and found that it was a closet filled with motorcycle gear. I had no idea once person required so much gear, but from what I was learning about Jason, he didn’t spend conservatively on things he enjoyed. I shut the door, and moved on to the next one. That closet was filled with all of Jason’s clothes, shoes, hats, and watches. He had impeccable taste in clothing, and I could envision him in and every piece of it. I came out of the closet and was startled to find Jason standing in the doorway of the bathroom, smirking at me.
“What you looking for?”
Trying to catch my breath, I managed to make out an answer. “I was looking for towels, but came across your multiple closets.”
His smirk turned into a full blown smile as he walked past me to the last door. He opened it, and then opened another stainless door
that resembled and oven. He pulled out two oversized, white towels that smelled of lavender, and were soothingly warm to the touch.
We stepped into the shower and he pulled me into a warm embrace, letting the water cascade over our bodies. He grabbed the body wash and began to lather it in a pink shower sponge. I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that in all of his excess, he had what looked like very basic body wash in the shower.
“What’s so funny?”
“You.”
He scrunched his eyebrows, trying to figure out what I was referring to.
“Why am I funny? I haven’t done anything.”
“You live in and enjoy all of this excess, yet you have this everyday bottle of body wash. I just figured you would have some expensive body wash, whose name I wouldn’t be able to pronounce.”
He started laughing.
“I have a surprise for you then.” He stepped to the side and pulled out a bottle of everyday, basic shampoo. “Six bucks at the local grocery store.” He started to laugh.
He took some of the shampoo and lathered it in my hair. I could take him running his fingers through my hair any day. His expert fingers tickled my scalp, sending lightning rods through my body. I took the shampoo and reciprocated, and he seemed to visibly relax. The lather didn’t last long with the overhead shower head, but it felt good nonetheless.
Jason took the sponge that he filled with body wash and began to wash my body. He used his right hands to scrub me with the sponge, but his left hand was gliding over every inch of my wet body. He definitely had an intoxicating touch. I grabbed the blue sponge and applied the body wash, then began to wash him. I was not nearly as practiced, so my washing and subsequent touching were not nearly as seductive. He pulled me to him, and while allowing the water to wash the lather from our bodies, we stood in absolute, but enjoyable silence.
I had so many thoughts running through my head, but the most prevalent of them all was the fact that I had been deliberately trying to avoid this guy. He was a bit bossy, and didn’t respect privacy, but he was very affectionate, attentive, and completely accommodating. I was so happy that I gave in, because I hadn’t felt this type of connection in a long time.