I'm not, and I open my mouth to say it, but the look in his eyes stops me. They're so dark with lust, so full of conviction.
And then he doesn't allow me time to come up with some other reply, bending over and putting his mouth on my breast, licking my nipple, sucking it, while his fingers toy with the other one.
My God. My hands move to his shoulders, holding on as he sets me on fire. Every lick, every rasp of his tongue and scrape of his teeth on the oversensitive peak sends pleasure coursing into my core, between my legs, the pressure mounting until I'm moaning his name, begging for release.
He lifts his head, one corner of his full mouth curling up in a crooked smirk.
Then he rips my panties down my legs and goes to town on me, licking and sucking, and adding his fingers in the game to drive me wild.
This boy likes to go down on me, I think fuzzily, and it makes me smile. The moment of clarity doesn't last, though, not with his fingers pumping deeper, faster into me.
He sucks on my clit, and I'm coming without warning, clutching at him, my nails leaving marks on his shoulders as I ride the waves of pleasure, my teeth gritted to keep from crying out.
Oh. Crap.
So good.
"Rett … " I breathe, my head spinning.
He groans softly, hauling himself back over me. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue. "Gonna fuck you now, girl," he says, his voice a low snarl that sends another pang of desire through me. "You ready?"
Never been more ready in my life. I need him inside me.
When he reaches into the pocket of his sweats for his wallet, takes a condom out and drops it beside us, I can't wait any longer.
I rouse myself enough to help him undress. Need his bare skin on mine.
He lets me tug up his T-shirt, then impatiently grabs the hem and drags it over his head, throwing it away, then pushes down the sweats, freeing his cock.
Holy mother of mercy. How is that every time it seems bigger than the last? It's impressive, and … hot. So sexy, where it hangs hard and heavy between us, rising and hardening more as I stare.
"It's a beast," I blurt out, then clap a hand over my mouth.
He chuckles. "The beast likes you." He lowers my hand from my mouth and hands me the condom. "It also likes petting."
I'm torn between laughter and moaning. Okay … I should tell him I'm on the pill. Ask if we're exclusive now.
But nothing comes out.
Taking the foil package, I tear it open and take out the condom, reaching for his cock. The sight of his hard-on, this evidence of how aroused he is will drive me crazy with desire.
It sends bolts of lust through me, makes me want to draw my legs closed to ease the pressure building again inside me.
He sits back on his knees, shuddering when I put the condom on him. He's panting heavily, his small nipples drawn into tight points, his abs clenching deliciously when I roll the latex over his cock.
"God, I need … " He barely waits until I'm done, then he pushes me back down and bends over me. "Can't wait any fucking longer."
I can't, either. I run my hands over his tattooed arms, over his heaving sides, miles of smooth skin stretched over hard muscle. "Yes," I whisper.
This time when he pushes inside me, inch by inch, I think I'll die of pleasure. The stretching, too-full feeling is there, but it only dials up the sensations. His cock rubs me so deep inside, just the right way, hitting every sweet spot-and it's Jarett holding himself over me, dark hair falling in his eyes, sweat rolling down his sculpted chest, muscles straining in his arms as he pushes himself up, then thrusts back inside me.
Oh my God. "Rett," I whisper, "Rett … "
My Jarett.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jarett
She's so damn tight, and hot, and I'm losing my mind. The need to move faster, thrust harder is driving me up the wall, but I also wanna draw this pleasure out, this moment when I'm inside her, when she's incoherent with desire and moaning my name, when everything's as it should be.
And damn, I want her to come again, come with me.
Spread underneath me, all creamy skin and taut nipples, soft curves and loose pale hair, she's all my fantasies rolled into one. She's mine, and I can't fucking believe we're doing this, rocking on her bed, in the half-dark, trying to keep quiet, trying to take it slow.
And failing when she wraps her legs around my hips and starts rocking, moaning something I can't make out. The shift in angle means I slip in deeper, and I gasp, my control shattering.
"Damn … " My arms tremble as I attempt to pull back from the brink of what promises to be a mind-blowing orgasm. "Slow down, girl."
But her hips keep rocking, and she's making those irresistible little noises. I realize she's close, so close to coming she can't stop, like me-so I free one hand to reach between us and stroke her clit.
Two strokes, that's all it takes on the swollen little nub, and she's crying out, trembling, her back arching off the bed and nails scratching down my arms.
Fuck. I slam my mouth over hers to keep her quiet, and she tightens around my dick so hard I see stars.
I groan, the sound muffled on her lips, my cock swelling more until I can't fucking stand it anymore, and then it jerks, my ass and balls clenching as I shoot my load. I empty myself inside her, the pleasure that's wracking me sharply like pain.
The pleasure goes on and on. I lose track of time. I can't stop thrusting inside her tight heat, coming so hard I hope the condom won't burst.
I could put a baby in her. Marry her, make her really mine.
The thought sends ice through me, drains the rest of the pleasure away. I pull out of her carefully, not to hurt her, and tie up the condom, avoiding her gaze.
"Rett? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I roll out of bed, glance around for a waste basket, locate it beside her messy desk and get rid of the used condom.
She's tugging down her nightgown when I return to bed, and fuck, I can't.
I can't tell her this was a mistake.
Doesn't feel like one. And I feel so many strange things for her, things I never thought I could feel for anyone so deeply, so strongly. Things that are turning me inside out.
"Scoot over," I tell her, and climb back inside, then pull her into my arms. Where she belongs. She sighs, turning so that she's facing me, slipping her arm over my hip and burying her face in my chest. "You okay?"
She hums, a small satisfied sound that makes me grin. Then she asks, "When you said you don't like me earlier... when you said that's too weak a word, what did you mean?"
I stare over her blond head at the far wall, the slats throwing bright lines on it, and I wonder if it's moonlight spilling through. "Gigi … "
"You answer a question, I answer one. It's only fair."
"What?" I glance down at her, startled. Her face is turned up at me. "Gigi, no."
"Come on. It's just you and me here."
True. Feels like we're alone in the world.
"I'm … not sure what I meant," I say truthfully, and yet lying. I'm not sure what I'd meant to say, but I sure as hell know how I feel.
This game fucking sucks.
"Fine," she whispers, a line appearing and fading again on her forehead. "Your turn to ask."
I open my mouth and close it. Ask her something about herself? So many questions that I have and not one comes to mind now.
"What really happened in Destiny?" I blurt out.
Shit.
Well, she's the one who wanted to play.
I expect her to push me away, turn her back to me. That's what I'd have done. Put distance between us. Close herself off.
Instead she snuggles closer, nuzzles my chest, and my dick starts getting interested in what's happening once more.
"In Destiny, we were the pariahs," she says. "We didn't know our father, and the local bullies had a field day with that. They called us bastards, called our mom a whore. Mostly they did it with my oldest sister, Octavia. I got … a different kind of attention."
"Shit, woman." I shift to get a better look at her face. "Did they touch you?"
She gives a quick, jerky nod. "They'd follow me around, especially after school. Try and corner me in quiet spots where nobody would see them, and feel me up. Show me their dicks. Try to get me to suck them. Once they pretended they were going to rape me. They didn't, though."
I feel sick. My vision is narrowing like a tunnel. I'm aware of my heartbeat booming. "Holy motherfucker. You're giving me names, and I'm gonna make them regret the fucking day they were born. Those assholes-"
"Shh." She rubs her hand up and down my chest. "It's over, Rett."
But it's not, is it? It's like a thorn in her mind. I know how that feels. And I feel like I've failed her, even though back then I hadn't even known she existed.
"My turn," she says and turns a smile at me.
"Shoot," I grunt, too furious and frustrated to care about this little game anymore.
"What's your middle name?"
I stare at her. "No way. Another one."