Miley's p.o.v
I walked back to my room to get my stuff together and figure what I was going to do next. This was the first time in a long time that I didn't have a plan for what was going to happen next and I kind of liked that.
I packed up my things and made sure to text my crew to make sure that they would be ready to leave this afternoon. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, let alone where I was going to go. I had good connections in Miami and I knew I could easily get on a private jet over there, I was just afraid to make the call.
"Miley," I heard Jason's voice. I looked up to see that he was standing in my doorway. He shut and locked the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" I asked before standing up from the couch.
"I want to talk before you leave." Jason said shoving his hands in his pocket. His breathing was uneven and his gaze was short. He couldn't look me in the eyes, so his eyes stayed focused on the floor.
"Okay..." I trailed looking at him. I couldn't understand why he was so closed off.
"Okay," he said with a nod. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. It was just like last night, but different. He didn't seem as confused.
"Well," I said clearing my throat in hope that the conversation would begin.
"I don't really know where to start," his voice cracked. "I just can't get control of myself." He shook his head.
"I really like you and its really fucking with my head." He grunted pulling at his hair.
"What?" I asked. I wasn't expecting that, at all. I sat down next to him and watched his body tense up at my sudden movement.
"I know, it's fucked up. I fucking hate you but I fucking really like you." He chuckled. "I shouldn't, I shouldn't like you." He said shaking his head.
"Jason, I," I started before sighing.
"I know," he sighed. "I haven't liked a girl since Lauren, and she really fucked me over, and I get it. But, for the first time in a long time, she isn't the one who I think about. She isn't the first person that I look for in a room full of people, its you. I have tried to avoid this conversation, and avoid what I am feeling, but that is what I always do and it hasn't really been working out for me." He continued. I could tell he was being genuine.
"I'm just as fucked up, Jason." I said honestly. "I can't have feelings for anyone. I can't even remember the last time that I felt something for anyone. I am completely numb and that has made being in this business so much easier for me. So, I can't have feelings for you and I don't think that you want me too." I shook my head.
"I'm fucked up and not girlfriend material, whatsoever." I sighed.
"I mean, I have felt things and I wouldn't say that say that I am numb, but I would say that I am fucked up too. I'm not boyfriend material, and that's why Lauren and I didn't work out. I can't be tied down, and I can't imagine a time that I will ever want to be tied down." He continued pulling at his hair. He was frustrated and I was numb which was the perfect combination.
"I know," I agreed. I placed my hand on his back trying to sooth him. His muscles slowly relaxed at my touch.
He sat up and faced me. His eyes tore through mine, as if he was trying to find out my deepest, darkest, secrets. It scared me slightly. I didn't like the idea of being vulnerable in someone's eyes. But his eyes were different, they were soft, almost loving.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at me with his weirdly dreamy eyes. I couldn't remember if they were always this dreamy.
"Uh, I, I" I slurred not knowing how to answer that question. What could it hurt? "Sure," I said relaxing my tense shoulders.
He leaned over towards me looking closing at my lips. I stayed still not knowing what to do with my body. It was as if I was suddenly paralyzed. He was only inches away from my lips when I felt his hands grab my waist. I looked down at his lips, suddenly wanting them on mine. He closed his eyes before his lips landed on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. His tongue found its way in my mouth and I didn't even try to fight it. I felt the urge to moan and before I could stop myself, it made its way out of my mouth. That seemed to make him happy because I was suddenly straddling him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth taking my chance at being in control.
He growled at me and suddenly my back was pressed against the couch and he was now on top of me. Our mouths hadn't even left each others, and I didn't want it too. His hands traveled up and down my body as he took control of out make out session.
"Jason," I moaned.
"Miley," he moaned back. "Should we take this to your bed?" He asked separating our lips.
"I, uh," I stumbled. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone. Jason and I worked together and that might complicate things. "We work together," I sighed.
"I know," he replied as he started deeply into my eyes. "It might help me to get over you." He shrugged. "Or it might make you feel something," he said kissing at my neck.
"Yeah," I said wrapping my legs around his waist
"I'll take that as a yes," he said lifting me off the couch. He walked into my room and set me on the side of the bed.
He reattached our lips and started to take his pants off. I slid his shirt off and started to unzip my dress. Jason didn't waste anytime before ripping the remainder of the dress off of me. I took my bra off before laying on my back. He slowly laid on top of me grabbing my breasts in his hands. He placed soft kisses in between the valley of my breasts while his hands kneaded at my breasts. I moaned and threw my head back.
Something was stirring deep inside me and I felt like I was on fire. He started to suck and bite my nipples and I let him. They were rock hard beneath his touch. I rubbed my hands down his torso feeling his strong chest and abs.
He picked me up and placed a pillow under my head before laying my back down. I felt his hands slowly move down my stomach until he reached my hips. He stood at the side of the bed with my legs open in front of him. His fingers hooked onto my panties as he slowly slid them off.
I watched his eyes as he intensely looked over every inch of my body. It was an odd expression, and it wasn't just lust there was something else. Nobody that I have ever been with had looked at me like that before. There was something about that expression that made my whole body burst.
He placed one leg on each of his sides and slid down his boxers. I watched as his particular large member shot right up. He didn't waste time before grabbing my hips and pulling me closer towards him. I moaned as I felt his hand get closer to my slit.
He didn't touch me and he didn't need too. I was already on fire and ready for his member.
"Fuck," he muttered as his hard cock hit my clit. I was so wet and ready for him.
He rubbed his hard member up and down my slit in a teasing manner.
"Mm," I moaned. I had let out a few whimpers every now and then hoping that he would just get inside me already.
"You want me?" He asked in a low hush voice.
"Fucking shit," I moaned. Those were the only words that managed to come out of my mouth.
"You're tight," he moaned.
He slowly pushed inside me. He was right, I was really tight. I moaned out and screamed his name it was a mix between pleasure and pain. He pushed the rest of the way in and threw his head back. He leaned down and we wrapped our arms around each other. I could tell that he wanted to be close to me and I wanted him close to me. He slowly began to thrust in and out of me as I moaned.
"Holy shit," he moaned as he pushed in and out. I could barely think straight because it felt so good. It felt so good.
"Jason," I moaned as I started clawing his back.
"Damn baby," he moaned. I couldn't help myself from digging my nails deeper into his back.
I couldn't stop myself from coming. I screamed louder and louder. I hoped that no one would hear me, but if they did I didn't care.
It wasn't long until I was screaming again and again from coming. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was normal for me to come maybe twice during sex and that was it. But I was starting to lose count because it was endless.
Jason and I moaned in sync together and I never wanted this to end. I felt that we were both about to come because Jason started moving faster and clawing at my hips. It was like he was marking me and I was marking him.
"I'm about," he started as he and I both came.
Our breathing hitched and I felt like we were exploding from the inside out. My nails dug deeper into his back as I arched my back pushing my head further into the pillow.
Jason's moans stopped as he pulled himself out of me and clasped next to me.