was real, and you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jaz lifted her other hand, running it along my jaw. I’d just shaved this morning, so it was smooth to her touch, allowing me to feel the softness of her fingertips unhindered. My eyelids shut, and I relished the small sensation, feeling myself leaning in towards her.
“I like you, Vaughn,” Jaz whispered. “I like you so much, even if I shouldn’t. I can’t help it.” She went to crawl on my lap, straddling me on the edge of the bed. My eyelids cracked enough to see her face inches away from mine, my hands finding her hips as hers tangled in my black hair.
“I don’t want to talk anymore,” I murmured, and Jaz nodded in agreement. Her lips came down on mine, and I tasted her for the first time in what felt like forever. Even a day spent without her mouth on mine was an eternity. With her constantly on my mind, in my dreams, making my body crave things it never craved before, it was difficult to stay sane.
And yet, here we were now, both of us about to lose it.
I’d never felt these things before, never wanted to do what we were about to do. Sex had never interested me before Jaz. She’d walked into Midpark High and threw my world for a loop, made me want her and her body something unbelievably fierce. I never wanted to let her go.
Heat flooded my body as she rocked her hips along me, grinding her midsection against mine and eliciting a twitch in my jeans. Her lips were ridiculously soft on mine, supple and sweet, and I held onto her with a firmness that I hope told her I would never willingly let her go. She was mine, even if she happened to be Dante’s, too.
And Jacob’s. And maybe Archer’s.
Whatever. Now wasn’t about them. Now was about us, finally taking the last step.
As we lost ourselves in heated passion, my mind couldn’t help but recall that night after the dance, in the limo. How I’d sat there and watched her and Dante go at it, how her face had twisted in ecstasy while his dick was inside her. The sweat that had lined her brow, how her breasts had heaved as he pile-drived into her. Listening to her moans and watching her face as she came; I was about to experience all of that for myself, and I could not wait.
Jaz ground herself on me until my cock was as hard as it would get, a bulge in my jeans she could easily feel through her leggings. She pulled her lips off mine, leaning her torso back to help me with my shirt. It landed on the floor, and she drew her hands flat along my chest, taking in the toned muscle there. I wasn’t as huge as, say, Dante or Archer, but my strength was innate.
I went for the rest of the buttons on her shirt, undoing them one by one. Both of us were already breathing hard; it’d only get harder to breathe the more we went at each other, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was us finally becoming one. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed her in the most desperate way possible.
When her shirt was fully opened, I saw she wore a thin black bra underneath. I grabbed her neck, not hard, but hard enough she became limp in my grasp, no longer grinding against my erection. The same hand was measured in releasing her neck, slowly traveling downward over her collarbone, between the curves of her breasts, and onto her stomach.
How could another person be so perfect? I thought humankind wasn’t meant to be perfect, but here she was, proving me wrong yet again.
I tugged on the sleeves of her shirt, pulling them off and dropping it to the floor, near mine. I went for the clasp on her bra on her back, unhooking it and taking that off, too. When her chest was bared to me, I couldn’t help but touch her again. This time, I took my time in exploring her chest, memorizing the smooth roundness of each breast and the darkened skin of her hardened nipples.
Leaning my head forward, I kissed her neck. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her tender flesh and making her squirm on top of me. I had her pressed against my chest, so I felt the tips of her tits