“Oh, man you know how to kiss,” she gasped out as I left her mouth and kissed a trail to her neck.
This girl—she’d said her name was Sarah—seemed sweet but completely corruptible. Thankfully, no one had invited Piper, so I was left alone tonight to enjoy everything the party had to offer.
I pressed her up against the back of the bathroom door, and I was feeding like I wouldn’t ever be satisfied.
I didn’t know her. She showed up as a friend of a friend and went to school two towns over. Her hair was soft, her lips were softer, and she acted like she had a brain.
I’d spent about an hour getting drunk and catching glimpses of her moving to the music in her hot, strapless black dress, when I’d finally decided to make my move. It didn’t take long to get her in here, and I wasn’t in any hurry to get out, either.
My lips caressed her neck, sweet-smelling and smooth, as my hand glided down her slim body. Her nipple hardened as I lightly brushed it on my way down to her tight stomach.
I ran over her hip bone and reached behind to take a handful of her ass, pulling her up to meet my cock as I kissed her slow and deep. The taste was good. She wasn’t drunk, and she didn’t smoke.
“I’m not a slut,” she said softly, and I held my head up to look at her.
Yeah, I was used to this part. Girls usually felt guilty about being “too easy,” like there was some fucking double standard that a guy could enjoy sex but not girls.
And what’s worse? Girls were the ones who perpetuated this standard. Guys didn’t use the word “slut”. We didn’t judge. She didn’t need to reassure me of anything.
She looked up at me thoughtfully. “I just…want to get lost for a while.”
And then she dropped her gaze, like some story was going to break through her eyes that she didn’t want me to see. I knew how she felt. I didn’t want anyone to know mine either.
“I’m good at getting lost,” I offered. “Come here.”
Our lips came back together again, and my hand dipped slowly between her legs, losing myself in the moment I wanted. The story behind my eyes that I didn’t want anyone else to see.
“Jared?”
I hear her whisper in my ear, and want to crawl up inside of her voice.
“Jared?” She takes my hand and guides it up her thighs to her heat. “Do you feel me?”
God, her whisper is desperate. She’s raspy and breathless, as if she’s lost all control and will spill over the edge. Like the tiniest thread holding desire and tears at bay, because at any moment she will break and beg for what she wants. The ache is torture.
I open my eyes and see the blue ones I was hoping for, wanting me. Her lip trembles and a light sheen of sweat makes her face glow. She is fire and need in the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
“Tate?” My voice cracks, not believing she’s letting me touch her like this.
“Do you feel how much I want you? You. Always you, baby,” she pleads and rests her forehead on my chin, and I close my eyes, my blood boiling violently with the need to live in this moment forever.
My skin feels electrified as her hand rests on my jeans, over my dick that I can’t seem to get to stay down around her.
“You want me, too,” she moans, the tip of her tongue leaving a wet, hot trail over my jaw. “I can feel it. Don’t ruin us, baby. I love you.”
My eyes snap open, and I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her head up to face me. “You love me?” I ask wildly.
She doesn’t love me. She can’t.
“Always you. Always yours. Now, take it,” she orders.
I can’t stand the hunger anymore, and I seize what’s mine. I eat up her sweet lips, and we melt in sweat and heat and want nothing except to dive into this dangerous urgency for each other.
I want it all. All of her.