giggled, running her fingers along my jaw as her head leaned back. “So scratchy. You should shave more, Jacob.”
Jacob, not Mr. Grumps.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard her use my name, couldn’t ever quite recall if she’d said it like that before, like it was the most sultry, tasty word she’d ever had on her tongue. Something delicious that needed to be savored.
That’s it. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I stood straight, reaching for my shirt and tugging it off, revealing my scarred torso and abdomen. Jaz said nothing, still staring at me like I was her whole world, as if she didn’t see the ugly truth written on my flesh.
Of course, she didn’t know the truth about it, how I’d got it and why, but I refused to think about that right now.
Right now it was all about her. Jaz and me, giving in to the primal urges we felt, the tug and pull between us.
My pants came off within moments, my cock finally free. I crawled onto the bed with her, helping her lay her head on my pillows. Bringing my lips down to her neck, I kissed her there, nipping and licking, as I reached for the condom.
Jaz surprised me by whispering, “Let me.”
I lifted my mouth off her neck, giving her a look, wondering what the hell she was playing at. When Jaz did something out of the ordinary, she always had something on her mind. My expression must’ve been funny, for she laughed, set both hands on my chest, and rolled me over so that I lay flat on my back and straddled me. With my cock flat against my lower pelvis area, she ground herself against it, rubbing her slit along me.
Fuck, she was wet.
“This time,” she purred, running her hands down my chest, digging her nails into the skin and driving me absolutely mad, “I’m going to ride you, Mr. Grumps.”
There that nickname was. Now was not the time for it, and yet I was liable to agree with anything she said. How could I not? She was a fucking goddess on top of me, her thick black hair in waves over her chest, her full lips parted as she breathed hard. She was it for me. She’d somehow wormed her way into my mind, my heart, and now I struggled to think any rational thought that didn’t involve her.
Jaz was my world.
She reached for the condom, tearing the wrapper and lifting herself off my cock to slide it on. I watched, feeling my balls tighten when her fingers touched my shaft. I’d love to go at her bareback, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. Better safe than sorry, especially when it came to this girl.
My dick was rod straight as she sunk herself onto it, her pussy taking me in inch by inch until my cock wasn’t visible anymore. Jaz was tight, warm, and impossibly wet. My chest rumbled with a groan, and I felt my hips rock once of their own accord.
How could I be inside Jaz and not want to lose it?
Jaz began to rock her hips, riding me just as she said she would. She set her hands on my stomach, on my scarring, allowing herself a better angle to bounce like the vixen she was. I didn’t know how I’d ended up here, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not now, not now that I knew how she felt, the sounds she made while I was buried inside her. I didn’t know if I could ever give Jaz up.
Maybe…after she graduated, I’ll have saved up enough to follow her, wherever she ended up going.
That was, of course, assuming nothing else shitty happened in this town, which I knew it would. This was Midpark.
I watched her for a while, her slender, curvy body rocking against me, my cock dragging in and out of that tight hole. Her chest heaved with every breath she took, swaying with her movement, her nipples two pebbles. I wanted to pinch them, wanted to suck on them, but I was paralyzed with how it felt to have her on top, to give her the reins and let her take charge.
I didn’t want to think about the reason she was so good at it, didn’t want to know what she got up to with the others…I knew she didn’t stay away from them, and I knew she’d gone to the dance with both Vaughn Scott and Dante Storm. Between those two