Jason is good with his hands

The sound of the door unlocking jolts you back to reality, reminding you of your current predicament. In that moment, you realize that if you don't stop now, things could escalate even further.

Pulling away from Jason's embrace, you quickly straighten your green dress and run your fingers through your hair, trying to compose yourself. Your fingers find the hairband that CARA's arms had placed on your head and you pull it out letting the rest of your hair fall to the sides of your face, knowing that it probably wasn't doing much due to the heavy makeout sessions. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you can feel your face flushing with embarrassment. Your body is still trembling with desire, and you know that you want more than just a simple kiss.

Before you can retreat Jason speaks, "I wish the night didn't have to end."

"I, uh, yeah," you stammer, avoiding Jason's gaze, fidgeting with the band in your hands.

You open the door and step in but just when you went to close the door, CARA spoke up through your earring device.

*Understood, Sara. You would like the date to continue. Invite Jason inside.*

"Shit! No! No! NO! FUCK! SHIT!" You scream in your head.

You press the door closed and brace against it as CARA shocks you. You grit your teeth and try to power through the pain. There was no way you were going to bring him inside and continue this insane bullshit. There was no way you were going to let CARA escalate things.

"Just...gah...hold...grr..out..." you strain to resist.

But as you stand there, pressing your weight against the door, your resolve starts to crumble. Your mind starts to drift, imagining the possibilities of inviting Jason in and what you could do together...

You shake your head, trying to banish those thoughts. You don't know how long you held out before you threw open the door just in time

to see Jason pulling away.

"Jason!" you cry out, gripping the door frame.

He hits the brakes and rolls down the windows, "Sara? Is everything okay?"

You take a deep breath and steel yourself for what you are about to do. This is all CARA's fault.

"Would you like to come in, Jason," you say.

He hesitates for a moment and you hope maybe he will say no, but then nods and steps out of his car. He follows you into the living room, where you offer him a seat on the couch.

You think about stalling, about waiting out the night with idle chatter in hopes of Jason eventually getting tired and choosing to go home. You think about putting on a random movie to distract you both. But as you kneel on the cushions, crawling over to Jason, you stop thinking. Instead, you wrap an arm around his neck and slide your free hand up his shirt. You aren't sure what you want to even do here, you are simply lost in your lust.

The sensations coursing through you are overwhelming. The feel of Jason's skin under your fingertips, the warmth of his breath against your cheek, the taste of his lips on yours - it's all too much to handle. You're lost in a haze of desire, **** for more.

Suddenly, Jason lifts you off the couch and swings you onto his lap as if you don't weigh a thing. You gasp as you feel his hardness pressing against your ass.

"Oh god," you moan, your body trembling with need.

His strong hands clasp your legging-clad thigh as his mouth claims your lips.

Jason's hands slide up your thighs and under the sweater dress, his fingers tracing the waistband of your leggings. You break the kiss, gasping for air as his lips move to your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. One of his hands moves between your legs, cupping your false vagina through your leggings, causing you to shiver with anticipation.

"This can't be happening" you squirm, your ass stimulating his cock.

Despite your reservations, you can't help but moan as Jason continues to explore your body with his hands. His touch is gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure through you with each stroke. You grind your hips against him, **** for more, and he obliges by slipping his hand beneath your leggings.

You tense up as Jason's hand makes contact with your false vagina, but he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss. Instead, he begins to rub you gently, his fingers gliding along the folds of the prosthetic. You can't help but let out a small whimper, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you.

As Jason continues to pleasure you, you feel yourself becoming increasingly turned on. You writhe in his lap, **** for more, and he responds by quickening his pace. With each passing moment, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breath coming in short gasps.

He stares into your eye as if looking for something and there is a part of you that wonders how he is so good at this. You feel yourself edged as far as you think you can possibly go before he kisses you once more.

Suddenly, you gasp, your body shaking with ecstasy. With each thrust of his hand, you feel yourself growing closer and closer to climax. You cling to him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you feel yourself on the brink.

Then, without warning, Jason pushes you over the edge, causing you to arch your back and cry out in pleasure. You can feel your hidden cock spasm as you experience an intense, explosive orgasm, unlike anything you've ever felt before. You pant and moan, completely lost in the sensations coursing through you.

As you ride the waves of pleasure, you realize that your body is alive with sensation, every nerve ending tingling with ecstasy. You continue to grind against Jason's hand, wanting more, needing more. Finally, the waves subside, leaving you gasping and panting in Jason's lap.