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The dim lighting, rowdy atmosphere, and late hour make Hannah less cautious than she would be in a different setting. She’s getting a little annoyed by her inability to shout from the rooftops that she’s in the best relationship of her life, that she is so in love she doesn’t know what to do with herself most days, that a man came into her life and flipped it completely upside down and gave her the best job she ever had.
Jason had come into her life and changed everything and she’s forever grateful for it.
Which is why she’s so frustrated by the fact they have to keep their relationship a secret. The last thing he needs right now is more added drama in the custody battle with his ex. Hannah knows that it’s for the best, but it makes it harder. Especially now that the show is done.
There are no more press excuses for them to jump continents, no reshoots that need them, and no strict filming schedule they have to follow.
Technically there’s not a reason for him to be here this week. If anyone asks, they can play it off as a visit to Brett for his birthday - which, is not completely untrue. They did get dinner with him the previous night, but that was simply lucky timing.
No, the reason he’s here is to celebrate her and her girl’s birthdays. Jason hadn’t accompanied her to the outing she had this afternoon with a sea of little girls to see a musical, but he had gone with her to drop her girl off at her nanny’s for a sleepover. With how late they were expecting to get home, it was better to have her girl out of the house.
She hates that they can’t spend their actual birthdays with him and his kids, but this is the life of a long-distance relationship with two different custody agreements that causes her more headaches than she’s willing to admit to.
But for tonight, she has her man with her, pressing her up against the railing of a balcony of a jazz club she’s never heard of to listen to his friend DJ. Not her preferred way to spend a Thursday evening in the middle of the summer, but if she’s being honest, any evening spent with Jason ranks high on her list.
“Have I told you,” he whispers in her ear, his voice deep, dark and husky. It sends a shiver down her spine - over a year later and she’s still getting used to the idea that he wants her just as much as she wants him. “How sexy you look?”
Her nose scrunches as a wide grin appears on her face, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder so she can see him. Only his profile is visible from her vantage point, multi-colored lights flashing across it.
“You always say I look sexy.”
He chuckles in her ear. It comes out the same as his voice, deep and dark and so full of pure desire she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“You always look sexy.”
Hannah turns around then, her hands wrapping around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her eyes meeting his, her body nearly flush against his.
“Even when I wake up with my hair a mess and drool on my face?”
Jason lets out a chuckle, his hands sliding down from her waist to cup her ass, pulling her closer to him as he squeezes. “Especially then.”
She shakes her head before turning back around, her bottom pressed up against his groin. His hands return low on her hips, holding her in place. Her entire body aches for him to touch her in places that aren’t appropriate in public. It doesn’t matter that no one is looking at them, no one can see them and it wouldn’t be the most scandalous thing to happen in a nightclub, but she knows he won’t. He’s the one pressing to keep them a secret so she’ll have to suffer for the next handful of hours before they get home and can rip each other’s clothes off.
They’re both insatiable when it comes to each other. They had ended up in bed the moment her daughter fell asleep the night before but the quick shag they shared had not done a lot to quell the arousal inside of her.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he mutters in her ear. It always surprises her that he can read her so well, but it shouldn’t. Hannah knows how connected they are, how much they share the same thoughts.
She grinds her hips back against his, feeling the press of his semi hard cock through his jeans against her bottom. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth sinking into the flesh there, her tongue tasting the lipstick that resides there.
Jason growls in her ear, reminiscent of a wild animal in heat.
“Baby.” There’s a pause and Hannah knows it’s so he can collect his thoughts but nothing could prepare her for what he says next. “If we were public I would slip my hand into your knickers -“ the word is said with a terrible English accent and the humor contradicts the heated tension between the two of them. “-and get you off right here.”
“Jason Sudeikis,” she states as he grinds his cock harder into her arse. “You’re so -“
“Irresistible?” he teases, pressing a kiss behind her ear.
“That is not what I was going to say.”
He chuckles again and the warm air hits her neck, sending another shiver down her spine.
“What were you gonna to say?” His hand tightens, stepping up closer to her. One of her hands raises up, long fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, nails digging into his scalp.
She doesn’t answer him, instead relishing in the groan he lets out.
It's going to be a long four hours.
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Hannah has never been more thankful for her daughter’s nanny than she is when she and Jason finally stumble into her house at two thirty in the morning.
He has her pressed up against her front door, kissing her breathless, his hands sneaking to pop the buttons on her blouse, the vest falling open.
Hannah whimpers as his hands come in contact with her bare skin, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, her own hands working the button on his jeans open. She should’ve started with his hoodie - why is he always wearing hoodies even in the middle of the summer - but if she doesn’t touch him soon, she might perish on sight.
At the same moment her blouse and bra fall away from her body, she wraps her fingers around his cock, causing his head to fall forward to rest on her shoulder as a groan falls from his lip.
“Hannah,” he mutters against her flesh. She gives him a languid stroke and his hips buck into her, trying to chase his pleasure. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.”
She lets out a soft chuckle but pulls her hand out, letting her blouse and bra finally hit the ground. Jason’s eyes go wide the moment they land on her bare chest as he has never seen her tits before.
“Come on,” she calls, turning on the ball of her foot. She looks over her shoulder enough to speak to him as she starts up her stairs. “We’re too old to have a shag in the foyer.”
“Oh, baby,” he coos as he follows behind her, his hands back on her bare waist as they ascend the stairs. “Say more British words to me.”
She rolls her eyes at him, but it’s full of affection, lovingly annoyed at her choice of life partner. However, no one makes her laugh like he does, no one makes her smile the same way or seemingly fixes all the broken parts of her like he does.
They enter their bedroom and his hands are undoing her trousers before she can realize what’s happening. Jason pushes her to sit on the bed and he falls to his knees between her spread legs. Hannah knows exactly where this is going, being between her thighs is his favorite place to be, and she feels another wave of wetness pool in her knickers.
God, she needs him. Needs his mouth, his fingers, his cock. She needs him to fill her and make her forget about all the outside noise, forget that they’re still hiding, forget that every time they go out together they risk getting outed.
He hooks his fingers into the lace and gently tugs on it, prompting her to lift her hips. He slides them off, kissing the length of her legs on his way back up. Hannah knows how much he loves them, how he dreams about her legs when they’re apart, how the first time they slept together he told her that he wanted to spend hours worshiping her miles-long legs, and how she told him he was being ridiculous.
Jason pushes her thighs apart, his teeth scraping against the plush flesh there. Her head tilts back, a moan falling from her lips. He always teases her, always takes his time between her legs, and always drives her absolutely mad - especially when they’re home alone when there are no children around.
“J,” she groans, her head falling back as her eyes slipped closed. “I had enough teasing for one night.”
His chuckle ghosts across her sensitive flesh. “Okay, okay - I hear ya.”
One finger enters her and her walls flutter around it. It’s nowhere near enough or what she needs but it’s a start.
A whimper falls from her lips when his own wrapped around her clit, his tongue starting to form teasing shapes against the nerves. Her pleasure is already curling low in her belly, her painted-on skinny jeans rubbing her through her lace knickers all night in addition to her own teasing actions against him.
“Please,” she groans, causing him to slip another finger inside of her.
Hannah is climbing higher and higher, one of her hands fisting her duvet, the other threading into his hair. When she pulls on his strands, he groans against her, causing another surge of wetness in her core.
Her orgasm comes over quickly once he curls his fingers inside of her, rubbing against the sensitive spot that makes her see stars. She comes with a chorus of his name and curses, breathing ragged as she falls over the edge.
When Hannah comes back to herself, Jason has his head resting on her thigh, his chin and facial hair soaked with her arousal, his eyes watching her intently, his fingers still slowly thrusting in and out of her to help her through her aftershocks.
“Fuck,” she murmurs as her hand leaves his hair to rub down his cheek. It swipes across the wetness clinging to his mustache, the blunt ends of his hair pricking her thumbpad.
“Lay back,” he murmurs, his voice still deep and husky and it sends a new wave of arousal through her.
Hannah doesn’t say anything but is quick to obey him. She scoots back until her head rests against the pillows, her nude body laid out for him. His eyes take her in, the hazel hues lingering on her breasts before descending down the curve of her stomach.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Hannah.” Jason keeps his voice low and she has to wonder if she was meant to hear him. It’s nowhere near the first time he has said something like this to her and she hopes that whatever higher being exists lets her keep Jason in her life. No one has ever come close to making her feel the way he does.
He strips out of his clothes, her own eyes drinking the sight of him. Hannah can’t fault Jason for how he stares at her because she returns the favor. She’s obsessed with the trail of hair that leads into his pants, with the curve of his stomach that he hates, the way the muscles in his forearms flex with every movement. Hannah loves him in the exact manner he loves her and the equal give and take makes her happier than she ever thought possible. She was so used to being the only person in a relationship who cared that, the amount of love Jason was always willing to give her still took her by surprise.
The man in question finally climbs onto the bed, crawling up her body until he’s face to face with her. One of his hands comes to her face, brushing a piece of hair back into place, his fingers barely ghosting over her skin. The gentleness of his touch sends another wave of love through her and truly, she doesn’t know how she gets through every day knowing that the man of her dreams loves her back so fully and so completely.
“Hannah, baby,” he whispers as his forehead comes to rest against hers. “I need you.”
She thrusts her hips, his hard cock rubbing against her thigh. “Then take me,” she mutters, her words a direct contrast to the feelings coursing through her veins.
Jason doesn’t say anything as lines himself up and slowly enters her. No matter how many times they sleep together, he takes this part slow. They could be desperate for each other, desperate to be connected, ripping clothes off and not caring, but this part is always slow - always him inching his way inside so he doesn’t hurt her. It’s another thing she knows is basic respect in a relationship but it still squeezes at her heart.
Once he’s fully sheathed, he pauses, letting her get used to the size of him.
Hannah takes a handful of deep breaths, trying to power through the twinge of pain that she knows will soon give away to pleasure. It always does.
Sometimes she thinks that he was made for her, that his cock was perfectly molded to fit inside of her, like every divot on it has a matching bump and if she thinks about it for too long, she’ll start to believe that they are truly soulmates.
One of her legs wraps around his waist, squeezing him against her ever so slightly as a sign that she’s ready for him to start to move.
He fucks her hard and rough, his teeth and lips working against her neck, his guttural groans disappearing into her skin. One of her hands threads back through his hair in the way she knows he likes it, her nails digging into his scalp and his rhythm falters for a few thrusts before getting back on track. Her other hand slides down her body, coming to where they’re joined and starts to circle her clit in time with his thrusts. Her head is thrown back diagonally, allowing him full access to her neck as a series of whimpers and curses.
Jason thrusts into her and she squeezes her walls around him, causing his forehead to fall to her shoulder. “Hannah,” he groans. “Baby, I’m already so close, you can’t do that if you want this to last.”
“Who said this has to last?” She teases, repeating the action.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, pulling his head back enough to look at her. “You’re trouble.”
Her nose scrunches, a shit-eating grin coming across her features. “You’ve said that a time or two.”
He shakes his head, his hand coming up to tap her nose. “That nose scrunch of yours isn’t getting you out of trouble.”
She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a gasp when he goes back to fucking her, her hand falling away from her clit to grip the duvet. He’s quick to replace her fingers with his own, matching the thrusts.
“Come on my cock,” he whispers in her ear as he hits a spot inside of her that makes her see stars. “Come on my cock so I can fill up.”
There’s something about the way he says those words that has her entire body seizing up, her pleasure overtaking her, white sparks flashing behind her eyes. Hannah is so far gone she doesn’t notice that Jason comes until her eyes slowly blink open and she feels the weight of him against her chest.
They lay there motionless for a few minutes, both taking the moment to just be together before Jason lifts up enough to look at her. “Happy early birthday, baby.”
She smiles, running her hand through his messed up hair. “I love you.”
He presses a soft kiss to her sternum. “I love you too.”