Who can turn down one of Huma's challenges? So here is my contribution. Hope you guys like it. Not my best smut but not my worse! We'll do a strong "R" rating just to be on the safe side!LISISI: Animalistic Desires
Elizabeth flinched as the salt burned the cut on her lip. That pain was only the first in the series though. The tequila felt like fire raging it's way down her throat. The burn from the line was far worse than the salt and caused Elizabeth to press a finger to the poor wound.
"How about something a little less painful sweetheart?" Coleman asked picking up her empty shot glass
"Nope" Elizabeth said, not bothering to offer a smile "I'll have another shot. In fact, just leave the bottle"
"I don't think that..."
"I'm not paying you to think. I'm paying to sit in your bar and drink your booze. So if you would kindly leave the bottle and tend to your other patrons, I would greatly appreciate it" Elizabeth swiveled around on the bar stool, offering her back to Coleman while she sat her sights on surveying Jakes. Tonight was going to be Liz's coming out party. It had been far too long since the bad girl in her had come out to play. No, sadly enough Elizabeth had been the picture perfect woman in most eyes. The devoted wife, the caring mother. She had wonderful career, a healthy son, and a wonderful husband. Elizabeth snorted at her own thoughts. Looks can be deceiving. While it was true she had a great career, she worked long hours and double shifts. Her son was the apple of her eye but he wasn't supposed to be the only one. No, she was supposed to have had two other children but fate obviously didn't know that. Then there was Lucky. Oh yeah. The worlds most wonderful husband. To bad that no one saw the way he had started treating his wife. No one saw that he downed pain pills as if they were pezs. No one saw the way the had hit her, so hard in fact that for a moment everything went blurry. No, of course they didn't. She made no attempt to cover the marks on her face, the bruises that marked her porcelain skin. She wanted the world to see what had happened to her at the hands of her "devoted" husband. But perhaps more importantly, she didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought of her at this point.
~~*~~
The small creaky bed Jason was currently laying on was far different from the one he was use to. Of course he never really paid much attention to those types of things. Bedding was bedding to him whether is be a cot on the floor or the large mahogany bed that sat in the middle of the master suite in his penthouse. As long as he had a place to lay his head, he was content. He could faintly hear the sound of music coming from downstairs and try as he may, he couldn't focus on the book in his hands. After reading the same line for the fifth time, he gave up and closed the book, depositing it on the night stand. He had forgotten just how at home he felt in the tiny rented room above Jakes. He was a far cry from the lavish penthouse that Sam had decorated and made their home. But when Sam left she opted not to take all the things that made that house their home. No, instead she left them there as a constant reminder for Jason that yet again, he was alone.
The sultry sound of the jazzy tone continued to filter into Jason's room. Looking back he was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, him and Carly had it right the first time around. Great sex with no ties. No emotions to get in the way, no guilt, no commitment. He began to wonder when he had gone soft, fell into the whole "relationship" phase of his life? It had to have been after he came back to Port Charles for good. While traveling, he had a woman in every town and never the same one twice. When was the last time he had good....no make that great.... animalistic sex? Up against the wall, clothing ripped, animalistic sex. The sad thing was, he couldn't remember.
~~*~~
The need for beer finally lured Jason down stairs. Upon making his way to the bar, he noticed a familiar face wearing not so familiar clothing. She was out of her normal scrubs and her hair was free from it's usual pony tail.
"Elizabeth"
"Hey" she smiled "Fancy meeting you here" She knew he was looking at her face. She saw the way his eyes darted about, taking in the cut on her lip, the bruise on her right eye, and the small cut on her left cheek bone from Lucky's ring.
"Who hurt you?" he asked, his fist involuntarily balling up at his sides
She waved her hand, dismissing the question "Not important. The important thing is that I will never...ever...let it happen again"
Jason paid attention to small details. In his line of work, sometimes it was the small details that kept him alive. So when Elizabeth lifted her hand to shake some salt on her wrist, he noticed that something was missing. Namely her wedding band.
"Lucky hurt you" it wasn't a question but a statement. He watched as her pink tongue darted out and press against her wrist. She brought the bottle of tequila to mouth and took a short swallow before bringing a green lime to lips and sucking. Eyes closed and flinching from the burn, she nodded.
"Yep. But you know, I needed that"
"Elizabeth, you didn't need to be..." Jason paused, not knowing which word would be best suited.
"Beat?" Elizabeth offered "I think I did. I think I needed for something major to happen. Something big enough for me to see what Lucky had become. Something I couldn't justify or offer an excuse for"
Jason nodded in understanding. "You could have called me"
"I thought about it. I almost did actually. But then I realized that this was one battle I could handle on my whole. Luckily, Robin was watching Cameron when it happened so he wasn't there. He started accusing me of cheating on him with Patrick and when I told him I wasn't, he lost it. He came at me. After he hit me a few times, he tried to help me up and told him not to touch me. So, he lost it again and told me to go find someone who I didn't mind having touch me. That's what brought me here and to my bottle of tequila. I figured good old Jose could keep me company until I found a warmer body"
"I'm sorry" was all Jason could offer. He didn't want to tell her that he knew Lucky was a no good dick all along. That he was a waster of human skin. "At least now you know what type of man he is"
"I'll drink to that. So, what brings you here?"
"I've actually been staying her for about a week now. If I go to the penthouse, I just want to break things so I decided to just stay here. It gives Sam a chance to take the stuff she wants out of the place without running into me"
"I'm sorry Jason" It was Elizabeth's turn to offer an apology.
"It's OK. I like it here."
"I know" She smiled at him and when he turned to signal for Coleman to bring him a beer, she caught his arm.
"Only tequila will do on a night like tonight" She smirked.
"Should I ask for my own bottle?" He teased.
"Nope, I'll share mine...but only if you can beat me at a game of pool"
~~*~~
"You've gotten better" He pointed out as she sunk a striped ball in the far corner pocket.
"I had a good teacher" Elizabeth straightened as she watched him line up his shot. Two solid balls split, each reaching their destination "You know, I think Patrick was on to something before he started falling for Robin"
Jason looked at her confused so she continued "About life I mean. It was all about sex. Great sex to hear him tell of it" Elizabeth giggled before continuing "No stupid feelings getting in the way, just raw passion....lust....monkey sex"
"Monkey sex" Jason repeated moving towards her with cue stick in hand
"Yep. That's what I need. Tonight I need white hot monkey sex" She eyed him as he leaned his hip into the pool table and looked at her. All the solid balls were gone, he'd won. "The men I've been with have all treated me like this precious glass ornament that they were afraid would break if they grabbed it to hard. I've never gotten to experience that...that...rush." She paused, reached over to the table that held the items of interested and turned to face him. "You've experienced it." She darted her tongue out to moisten her wrist before she sprinkled it with salt. He watched as she gave the little clear shaker several shakes until she was satisfied with the amount of salt it dispensed. He was momentarily surprised when she held her wrist up for him to like the salt off. "What does it feel like Jason?"
His mouth suddenly became dry and he had to clear his throat before he was able to speak "It's..." he stopped, searching for just the right words but found there were none. He curled a rough hand around her forearm to hold her in place as his tongue pressed into her skin, taking the salt in one long drag. "I don't know how to describe it"
"Try...please" She offered him the bottle of tequila. He took it, needing a long pull of the liquid fire. Her tiny hand was already raised to his lips as he pulled the bottle away, offering a lime to chase the tequila down with. Taking the lime, his lips brushed the tips of her fingers, sending a tremor through her body
"It's hard...fast...there aren't any pretty words or soft caresses. No promises of anything but pleasure"
"You offered me that once" Elizabeth sighed, pulling herself up to sit no the ledge of the pool table. "I had just found Lucky in bed with Sarah. I took you back to my studio, threw myself at you, and the minute things started to get hot, I chickened out"
He tilted his head to the side and stared at her for moment. "It wouldn't have been
that kind of sex though. You were upset, I would have taken things slow that night." He moved in front of her, her knees touching his hips but he made no attempt to move between her legs. "You said you would have been too embarrassed to look at me afterwards."
"I was young and stupid"
"No, you just weren't the woman you are today" Jason offered. He lifted her wrist this time and shook the salt onto it, bringing it to his mouth. His eyes never left hers has he flattened his tongue against her skin, dragging it over the salt and into the palm of her hand. Elizabeth tightened her kneed around his hips, urging him to step closer to her
"I didn't think it was fair to use you like that. But you told me it was OK. That we both knew what was going on." Her lips became dry and she darted out her tongue to swipe it across the plump flesh. "You told me that I could always change my mind....again"
"What do you want?" Jason's voice was low and husky as he finally step fully between her legs
"Just one night...no promises....no commitments...just two friends being there for one another"
~~*~~
Her stomach was in knots as they climbed the stairs to Jason's room. He hadn't said a word after she told him what she wanted, he simply stepped back and extended his hand. They paused momentarily for Jason to open the door before the proceeded inside.
"It looks the same as I remember" Elizabeth said has she stopped just a few steps from the door, realizing that her nerve suddenly wasn't as strong without her bottle of tequila in hand
"Some things don't change" Jason moved around her and watched as she surveyed the room
"We should have brought our drink with us" When she spoke, Jason could sense her nervousness
"We don't need it" He moved closer to her and she sucked in a breath when his chest bumped hers "Elizabeth...I need you to be sure about this. We don't have to do this. I have my bike outside. I can take you to Vista Point, to the bridge, you name it."
"I'm not drunk Jason. I know what I want and so do you. I told you downstairs what I was looking for."
"Tell me again" His voice was low and demanding as his breath fanned across the shell of her ear.
"Sex...." She clutched his shoulders when he bit her ear. "Great sex"
Her back was flat against the door and his body was fused with hers in a mere second. His lips were hard on hers and she whimpered at first, but the pain soon faded as other parts of her body filled with desire. Their teeth clashed and their tongues fought for position. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and racked her teeth across it. He let out a husky growl that curled her toes. He pulled just enough to whip her thin white top off, exposing her breast to him with nothing but a lacy bra covering them. His teeth nibbled on her soft dusty peaks, making them hard and causing them to strain against the fabric of the bra. The nibbles turned to bites and her short nails dug at his back, urging him on. Satisfied that he had lavished her breast, he moved back to her mouth, needing to taste her again. He tasted....copper. He pulled back and noticed that the cut on her lip had started to bleed.
"Your lip" His breathing was heavy as he tried to form the words
"It's fine" She pulled him back to her and that was all he needed. His hands traveled down her swivel form and pulled at the knee length skirt she wore. His hands slipped beneath the fabric and traveled back up towards her hips, bunching it at her waist. His fingers dipped under the thin cotton of her panties and he found her already wet. He growled low in his throat and bit her neck before soothing the wound with his tongue. He nipped at neck again, loving the response her body was giving him. Her moans were growing louder and she tugged at the shirt he wore, desperately trying to get his chest free to her roaming hands.
His finger slipped into her with no hesitation and what he found made him even harder. "You're so fucking wet"
Her back arched up from the door, trying to take the appendage deeper, needing to feel more of him. He inserted a second finger and began swirling the rough pad of his thumb around her throbbing nub. Her orgasm was upon her before either of them realized it. Her tiny frame shook from the intensity of her orgasm. She was still in her orgasmic bliss when the sound of his zipper thunder through the room. Her eyes fluttered open and widened at the sight of his erection. Jeans pushed down just past his hips, his throbbing member stood it's full height. She watched as Jason tore at the condom wrapper with his teeth, spitting the small silver foil strip out of his mouth before rolling the latex over his shaft.
"Spread your legs" his voice dripped sex, animalistic sex. She wasn't sure she trusted her footing in her knee high stiletto boots but there was no way in hell she was telling Jason Morgan no. Not after he had just given her the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced and he hadn't even had sex with her yet. She did as he commanded and he lifted her skirt, pulling on her panties until they snapped, the torn cotton falling to the ground. He wasted no time teasing her entrance, just one swift thrust and he buried himself deep inside her. Her head flew back, connected with the door and the moan that escaped her lips nearing sent Jason over the edge.
He grabbed her ass, his work worn hands taking her cheeks and lifting them, causing her to wrap her legs around his lean waist. The heels of her boots hooked and she squeezed her knees, trying to keep up with his frantic pace. Her nails left little half moons all over his back as she tried to hang on, make it last longer. There was no slow kisses, no sweet nothings, just the sound of their bodies banging together, drumming out a beat that could only be described as as need. Jason's grunts and Elizabeth's moans mingled, danced in the air and were like music to the other's ears. Sweat began to run down Jason's face, fall onto his chiseled chest as she continued to take her higher. Jason's eyes never left Elizabeth's as they watched each other get off. Jason felt Elizabeth's walls tighten around his shaft and he pumped her that much harder. She cried his name as she fell into her orgasmic bliss one more time. Stars exploded as her body continued to be pounded against the hard wooden door. A slew of curse words spilled from Jason's mouth as he came. His forehead rested on her and they both remained still as they tried to catch their breath.
"Wow" Elizabeth whispered, her voice hoarse
"You OK?" Jason carefully sat her back down as he pulled out of her. Her skin was flush and covered in a sheen of sweat. He swore he had never seen anyone look more beautiful.
"Yeah" she smiled. She watched has he removed the condom and pulled his jeans back up. He walked over to the trash can and Elizabeth started to fix her skirt. She didn't move from the door and made no attempt to find her shirt. She just watched him, watched how the muscles in his back flexed with every little movement. She didn't want this night to be over. After all, she did ask for one night, not one round. She could just image that man doing body shots off of her and damn it. She didn't want to just imagine it anymore.
"Jason" she called to him "Go get the tequila...and the salt"
The End.
