Forever (Friends #3)(73)

Then I got nervous and decided to go out there so I could protect her from other perverts' prying eyes. I couldn't be the only one checking her out.

Every slow dance belonged to me. I held her as close as I could without getting busted by Mrs. Maddox. She seems pretty lax at school dances, which is mind blowing. I saw plenty of grinding going on during the fast songs and the slow songs, but it's like everyone turns a blind eye.

There was only an hour left when I convinced Amanda that we should leave early. How did I convince her? I whispered all of the many dirty things I wanted to do to her when we get back to my place and she blushed prettily, squeezed my hand and said she was ready to go.

And that's how I ended up in the back of this limo-she said she didn't want a limo, but I wanted to pull off this winter formal thing right-with Amanda. She's practically sitting in my lap and my hand is on her thigh, fingers gliding forward so they can rest between her legs. Her skin is warm and smooth and the heels of her shoes are pressing into my knee, but I don't give a shit.

All I can think about is touching Amanda like this. I swear I can feel the heat from between her thighs and my fingers crawl higher, beneath the hem of her dress, farther and farther until I'm brushing against damp lace and she's breathing so hard I'm worried she might pass out.

"Jordan," she moans just before her mouth crashes into mine. I shove the dress higher, not caring about keeping this discreet, my fingers delving beneath her thin panties to stroke her delicate flesh.

She's coming so fast I hardly have time to react, and then she's laughing against my mouth, a sigh of relief escaping her once she's come down off her high.

"I've been waiting for that all night," she murmurs against my lips.

"I barely touched you."

"But you know how to touch me just right." She gives me a smacking kiss and then I'm removing my hand from her panties and she's tugging her dress down over her thighs. She's curled up next to me and I hold her close as we ride back to my house, which is thankfully very empty. No parental units in sight.

Tonight is special. Tonight is the first time Amanda and I are going to have sex. She wanted it to happen the day we admitted we were in love with each other, but I held her off. I didn't want to rush it. I wanted the moment to be memorable. Romantic.

She told me I was a total cornball and I didn't deny it.

"You smell amazing," she whispers against my neck just before she starts kissing it. The suit and tie I'm not used to, and it feels like I'm choking, especially when she slings her thigh over mine and starts climbing on top of me. I try to hold her back and she mock pouts at me, her dark hair falling into her eyes. "Why did you push me away?"

"We're almost to my house. You want me to walk out of the limo with a huge tent in my pants?"

Amanda bursts out laughing. "I don't care if you don't."

"Well, I care." I sound like a frumpy old man, but I can't help it. I'm not having sex with her for the first time in the backseat of a limo. That's every teenager cliché come true.

"Aw, Jordy. You're no fun."

I scowl at her and she bursts out laughing. Yes. She's seriously taken to calling me Jordy. And it freaking sucks. She knows I hate it too. That's why she keeps doing it.

I make like I'm going to tickle her and she dives out of the way, trying to avoid my groping hands. But she's not fast enough and there's not enough room in the back of the limo. I grab a hold of her and start tickling her ribs, making her squirm and giggle and try to fight me. Us messing around like this makes me hard as a rock and when I tackle her, pinning her so she's lying flat across the seat, I slowly press against her, letting her feel just how she's affecting me.




 

 

Her eyes go wide and she arches against me, her skirt riding up. She spreads her legs, accommodating me, and my eyes want to roll back in my head, that feels so damn good.

"I can feel you," she whispers.

"That's what you do to me," I whisper back.

She starts giggling and I wonder if she drank from the flask Livvy brought to the dance. "Are you drunk?"

"No way." She shakes her head. "I took a tiny sip from Livvy's flask, but that stuff was nasty."

"Mmmhmm." I thrust against her again, my entire body going tight and making me regret the move, but then she slings her arm around my neck and pulls me down for one of the hottest kisses of my life.

So hot, we don't even notice that the car has come to a complete stop until a few, kiss-filled minutes later.

"Think he tried to open the door for us and got a show?" Amanda asks with a lift of her brows.

"I hope to hell not," I growl, hating the idea of anyone seeing Amanda like that. No one else can look at her that way.