“Keanne, dammit, I might not be able to control myself.”
When his cock slid out out of her mouth, she gasped, “I don’t want you holding back.”
Looking down, he could see that her fingers were still moving, Keanne having found a rhythm that was quickly pushing her to the brink.
Desperately, he said, “You don’t fucking know what you’re saying---”
“Fuck me. Come in my mouth. I want to take in---”
His fingers sank into her hair the same time his cock shoved back into her mouth. This time, he let go, no longer in control. Passion had taken command of both of them, and he held her head tightly as his hips jerked furiously.
Keanne sucked as much of Jason’s cock as she could while her fingers started to ache with the speed and force of her movements. Merde, merde, merde. Any time now. She could feel it building inside her. Any time, any time---
Jason groaned, his cock grounding against her mouth as a thick hot flush of fluid hit the back of her throat. It triggered her release, and she pinched her clit hard as she came against her own fingers, her body jerking with her release.
“Jason.” It was all she could say when her body was spent and he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. As her eyes drifted shut and she fell into an exhausted slumber, the last thing she recalled seeing was the bleak look on Jason’s face.
Chapter Twelve
“Are you sure Jason Christakos is truly coming?” Gabriel asked her a week later as the two of them trudged their way back into camp, their arms full with old branches and sticks that they were planning to use for the bonfire.
Her chin went up. “Yes. Totally sure.” Gabriel had a habit of doing his best to provoke her into a temper, and she had a habit of taking the bait. It was really just the two of them playing a game, a way of burying the never-to-be-explored chemistry between them. But knowing that Jason was coming today, she knew she had to be extra careful. She did not want Jason to feel jealous again. Being jealous meant that Jason would lose control, and Keanne knew how much he hated feeling that way.
Gabe didn’t speak after that, making her feel a bit guilty. Had she been too sharp? She wanted to say sorry, but she was afraid he’d take revenge and bite her head off if she did. In the end, she remained silent at his side.
Eventually, her thoughts drifted back to Jason. It had been one glorious week since the day he had visited Keanne in her home. Seven nights of finding pleasure in his arms and during the day, whenever he could free himself from work, Jason would surprise her in school. He would also surprise her with the many creative ways and places he found to make her come.
Most of the time, there was always the danger of being found out, but somehow the thrill of being discovered only added to her excitement, and she would often find herself coming more than once – against his mouth, with her fingers, or with his fingers.
But…
She bit back a sigh.
He still hadn’t properly made love to her, and Keanne knew the cause of it could be traced back to Lilac, the girl he loved and she so dearly wanted to hate but couldn’t. It wasn’t Lilac’s fault that Jason had fallen for her the same way his brother had.
Her phone rang in her pocket, and she immediately dropped the heavy branches she was holding in her haste to get to her phone. Some of it fell on top of Gabriel’s foot, and a muttered expletive came out of him.
Jason frowned at the sound of a man cursing in the background. “Where are you?”
“Where do you think?”
He frowned. “Who is with you?”
“It’s just Gabriel.”
He stiffened. “Why are you with him?”
“Because we’re in the same year and today’s the day all freshmen are supposed to go glamping?”
Ah, fuck. He had forgotten about it.
“You forgot about it, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
She sighed. At least he was being honest. There was nothing she disliked more than being lied to. She had enough of that when she was fourteen and being manipulated by a selfish adult. “I knew it. Does that mean you won’t be able to come?” She told herself she would not be mad or disappointed if it was so.
Unlike Keanne, who only managed the Florida side of her mother’s wine empire, Jason was one of the two corporate heads of Christakos Inc. and was responsible for various operations all over the world.
“I will make it. I will just be a little late.” Guilt would not allow Jason to do anything otherwise. Forgetting about his promise to join her in today’s event was unforgivable, especially knowing that it was again because of Lilac that he was going to be late.
He had talked to her for hours.