me and wraps her mouth around my length. I clench my eyes shut, focusing on the feel of her tongue licking the tip of my dick and plummeting me to the back of her throat. She makes a show of gagging, and like I’ve lost the strength in my arm, my hand goes slack, applying full pressure on her.
Everything in my mind is foggy with other things going on. I have to force myself to stay present with this girl, listening to the waves clap against the lake shore to keep me in the moment. It doesn’t work. Losing myself in her isn’t as easy as it should be.
All I can see is her.
Palmer.
The girl finishes, wiping at her lips like some paid whore. This is what I liked. I lived for the random hook-up and careless relationships. That kind of thing makes it easier to sharpen the edges of my heart. It’s hard to break when I can’t get close enough to it.
I zip my jeans, feeling dirty, and loathing the simple fact that the only way I could finish in this girl’s mouth is if I’d thought about Palmer.
I turn and the girl in my thoughts stands in the middle of the lighted path. Her eyes are dead set on me. She’s alone with a cup in her hand. Was she watching the whole time? Instead of jealousy, a gleam of arousal crosses her eyes. They widen when she spots the girl next to me.
The party is in full force. Loud music. Lights. It’s enough to pull us down, but Palmer and I stay completely present.
The idea of her watching this is like no other experience I’ve had. Now she knows how it felt to watch her with Byron. A little forbidden, sure, but still the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. What I’ve learned about Palmer is she isn’t like the other girls in the sense that she doesn’t give into my bullshit. She puts up a fight, and a fight between us is worth the trouble.
I grin and wink, earning a cute scowl from Palmer, before drawing my attention to the girl next to me.
“Thanks, Jessica.” I wave over my shoulder, hop over the wall, and head back towards the house, buckling my jeans.
“My name’s Jasmine,” she argues, a whiny tone to her voice I’d managed to ignore before letting her drop to her knees. If I’d listened to her talk before she did me a favor, we wouldn’t have gotten so far.
“Does it look like I give a shit what your name is, sweetheart?” I spin, holding my arms out, proving how the powerful always get what they want, and what I’d wanted was a release she had been far too ready to give me.
“You’re an asshole, Marek Hawthorne!” Jasmine shouts for everyone to hear.
“Again, never claimed not to be, but you didn’t seem too worried about it when my dick hit your tonsils.” My voice is loud, carrying throughout the expansive backyard. I wink at her and turn to a round of applause from my classmates.
Dixon is sitting at the fire by himself, resting forward, a worried expression on his face. I talk to a couple of guys before heading his way and plopping down in the seat beside him.
“What’s up, man?” I kick at his feet.
Dixon pops his head up, surprised to see me. “Huh? What?”
“You good?” I sit back and take in the backyard.
It’s full of students from Glass Heart Academy and other public schools in our town. We live among each other for the most part, with no troubles unless a field or court is involved. That’s when tension runs high, and everyone is out for blood.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just have some shit on my mind.” Dixon settles, his stare off in a different land. When he looks over my shoulder, his eyes widen. “She’s still here, huh? Figured you’d ran her off by now.”
“Thought I’d let her have some fun, is all,” I explain.
“How are you doing with all of this shit?” He circles his finger in the direction where Palmer has disappeared.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m having more fun than I should be.” I smirk, recalling the unexpected visits and how, no matter how hard I push, she allows me to get away with just enough.
Dixon is used to my depraved behavior. He never judges me for my preferences, and often joins in, much like the night with Palmer at the library. The only thing that makes us