“Yes. Every last one. I’m detailed,” she replied. Why did she sound like she meant that another way entirely? I was not a fan.
“That would be great, Phoebe. Thanks.”
Wait, what?
“No problem,” she said, and then they all started talking about stuff I knew nothing about again.
The feeling of not fitting into this world started to sink in again. I fought it off, but each time Phoebe said something and Jason laughed, I cringed. She was tall and slender. Too slender. And she was in three of his classes. They were majoring in the same thing.
“Jess,” Hensley said, walking up to us with a glass in his hand and smiling. I liked Hensley. He was okay.
“Hey, Hensley,” I replied.
“Dance with me, Jess,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at Jason.
“No, Hensley. Go away,” Jason said, sounding amused.
“I’ll dance with you, Hensley,” Phoebe said, pushing through the group to walk entirely too close to Jason before sliding an arm around Hensley and whispering something in his ear while she looked at Jason.
Hensley’s eyebrows shot up. “Dirty, Phoebe. I like it,” he said, and pulled her out to dance with him. I was glad to see her go, but when she smirked at me over Hensley’s shoulder, I knew I hadn’t imagined things.
Jason
Jess’s hand grabbed my arm. “Take me to the restroom,” she said, close to my ear.
I put our glasses down and took her to the toilets closest to us.
“Looks like that one is empty,” I told her. There weren’t separate women’s and men’s. There were just six private bathrooms. Three on each side of the hall outside the ballroom.
She opened the door, then turned back to me and grabbed my hand to pull me inside. “You need me?” I asked, confused.
Jess closed the door and locked it, then turned around and grabbed my face and attacked me. I let her plump mouth have its way as I enjoyed the ride. I wasn’t sure what this was about, but lately I had learned not to question it.
“I’m not wearing panties,” she said against my lips. “Fuck me.” Her hands moved to tug her dress up and reveal her round little ass in the mirror behind her.
Fuck.
I unsnapped my slacks and got my dick free while I took over the kiss.
“I want your titties free so I can see them bounce while I f**k you,” I told her, reaching for the zipper of her dress. I had already been able to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was driving me—and every male here—crazy. I’d had to keep myself from covering her up with my jacket.
She stepped out of the dress as it fell to the ground, and I broke our kiss so I could pick it up and hang it on the purse hook behind the door.
My beautiful Jess stood in front of me, wearing those hot silver heels I had bought her when she’d all but cuddled with them a few months back after seeing them in a store window.
I was letting my eyes slowly take in this view just when Jess lifted her leg and propped it on the closed toilet seat. “I need you in me, Jason.”
Damn.
I grabbed her hip, jerked her forward, and then slid inside her already wet cunt. “Shiiiit,” I growled, burying my head in her neck and moving in and out of her as she met me with each thrust. “This what you wanted, baby?” I asked as I licked at her neck.
“God, yes,” she moaned, and put her hands on the sink to brace herself. I moved back enough so I could see her heavy br**sts bouncing.
“You want me to pull out so you aren’t leaking come all night?” I asked her as the walls began to squeeze my c**k in a way that would send me shooting off in a moment.
“Inside me,” she panted.
We weren’t gonna be able to stay here long if she was walking around without panties and with come between her legs. I’d walk around with a semi, unable not to think about it.