“ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT?” Jess calls out again, this time tossing the same pillows she just rummaged through on one side of the room to the other. “It’s Vera Bradley, Can–”
“Canyon print, small backpack, with your name embroidered in yellow I know, Lei, and no, for the one-hundredth time, I haven’t seen it,” I cut her off. “Jesus, just chill. You can get another Vera bag.”
She huffs, standing with her hands hooked on her hips, her hair in a crazy bun as she sweeps the corners of the room with her eyes. “It’s not the bag I’m worried about.”
“Was your wallet in it?”
“No.”
“Your phone?”
“No, it was just something important,” she says, frustrated, digging through Skyler’s bag now. I roll my eyes, still thumbing through social media on my phone.
“God, if I didn’t know you better I’d say it was stashed with drug money.” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Could you at least fucking pretend to help me find it?” she snaps, her eyes wild. “You’re just sitting there being a giant bitch, which usually I don’t mind, but for once in your life can you help me without making me feel like shit in the process?”
“Excuse me?” I scoff, uncrossing my feet on the bed and sitting up straighter. “I am always there for you. If anything, you’re the one who always holds me at ten-foot-distance. So don’t take your period out on me because you can’t find a fucking backpack.”
“Whatever, Jess.”
“Yeah. Whatever,” I repeat, snatching my drink off the nightstand and walking my happy ass downstairs. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Everyone else is already on Duval Street, but I agreed to stay back with Ashlei so she could look for her bag without everyone being there. Now, I’m wishing I would have let her do it on her own. She’s already being dishonest about whatever is happening with Bo, and now I get the feeling she’s hiding something else. At this point, I’m tired of trying to step around the fact that she’s being secretive. She knows it, I know it, and I’m sure she can feel that I’m getting tired of it.
Just as my foot hits the bottom step, my phone screen lights up with Jarrett’s number.
“Come get me,” I answer and he chuckles.
“Over it, are you?”
“Beyond. What are you doing?”
“I just got out of the shower, have to work at the bar tonight. But I was… thinking of you.”
The way he says the words flips my stomach. “Were you now?”
“Let’s just say I’m more than a little worked up at the moment,” he replies, his voice husky. “Are you alone?”
Ashlei curses from upstairs and a loud clatter breaks out. Clearly we’re going to be here a while, might as well get my kicks.
“Not right now, but I could be.”
“Find a room. I’ll call you back.” Jarrett ends the call before I have the chance to ask why he needed to end it. Confused, I keep my phone in my hand and duck inside the small half-bathroom downstairs, flicking on the light and checking my appearance in the mirror. If I’m going to be sending him pictures, I definitely want to make them drool-worthy. Luckily, there are about a million makeup bags lined up on the counter, so I reapply my red lipstick and darken my lashes. As soon as I pop the lid back on Skyler’s mascara, my phone buzzes.
This time, with a video chat request.
Oh.
“Hi,” I say as Jarrett’s blurry face slowly comes into view. I almost forgot how incredibly sexy he is. The only view I have is of the top of his shoulders, covered with tats, and his heart-stopping, demanding dark eyes. He’s still in his bathroom, the mirror fogged up behind him and small beads of water from his shower gathered on his neck.
“Goddamn, I miss you,” he breathes, his eyes searching mine. “Take your clothes off.”
I almost laugh, but he’s not joking, there’s no playful tone to his voice — he meant what he said. His eyes hooded, he bites his lip as I set up my phone on the counter, my hands pulling my hair down from the loose hair tie I had it in.
I shimmy out of my jean shorts first, letting them drop to the floor and eying him through my lashes as I hook my thumbs in the band of my panties and pull them down next. My blouse is light, and I peel it off with ease, unhooking my bra and shaking it off each arm quickly. Jarrett’s eyes never leave me, his breaths coming harder.
He moves from the bathroom to his bedroom, propping himself up against his headboard. The camera blanks for just a moment before the view switches and I see him sprawled out in his sheets, his hard body still damp from the shower. Slowly, he unwraps his towel and lets it fall to the side, and I moan when I see how hard he is. He grips himself, stroking slowly as he grows even harder, and suddenly I can’t breathe.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, palming my breasts and imagining his hands on me, instead. Each time he strokes, he grows harder, longer, thicker, his fist opening around his shaft as his thumb grazes the tip. I drop to my knees in front of the phone and insert two fingers between my lips, eyes on the lens as I suck my own flesh. Jarrett groans, flipping the camera and adjusting his phone so that I have the most glorious view — his hard cock in his hand, his slick abs and chest, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth as he strokes and watches me.
“Take those wet fingers and fuck yourself with them,” he demands, his forearm muscles flexing under the tattooed skin. Grabbing my phone, I lean back against the door and spread my legs wide, taking my time dragging the lens down my body until it lands between my legs. Slowly, my eyes still on his dick, I spread my lips and slide one finger inside, my head falling back at the sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Jarrett breathes. “You’re always so tight.”
“You’re always too big,” I moan, dipping another finger inside as Jarrett quickens his pace.
“I want to bury my face in that pussy,” he husks and the filth turns me on. I let my legs fall open wider, moving up to circle my clit before plunging my fingers back inside. “Taste yourself.”
I pull my fingers out and slowly trail them up my stomach, pausing to work my nipples between the slick tips before sliding them in my mouth. Jarrett groans and the guttural noise sends a jolt through me. I’m so fucking hot it’s uncomfortable. Squirming, I bite my lip and fuck myself with my fingers again, this time steadying my rhythm, reaching for the orgasm I feel mounting.
“Do you even know how sexy you are?” Jarrett asks, his voice raspy as he pumps. When his hand rolls over the tip of his cock it grazes the abs just above his naval. His every inch is on full display, and all I want is him inside me right now. “You make me so weak, Jess. So fucking weak.”
I try so hard to stay quiet, but I know Ashlei must hear my screams as I tumble over the edge, pulling my fingers out to circle my clit and lengthen the ride. Jarrett comes with me, flexing his hips into his hand one last time before grunting out his release. I never thought it would be so seductive to watch him shudder and hear him moan my name as he busts on his abs. I keep my eyes glued on the screen, fascinated, feeling powerful and sexy as hell.
Our breaths are both loud, our limbs weak as we clean up. Jarrett brings the screen to his face, biting his lip. “Hurry home tomorrow.”
“Cancel all your plans until Monday.”
He chuckles, his eyes low and sedated. “Have fun tonight.”
I blow him a kiss and end the call, staring at all my clothes on the floor and laughing to myself. Did I just video sex my boyfriend in a bathroom?
Oh my God, did I just call him my boyfriend?
Shaking my head, I quickly dress and burst through the bathroom door, ready to storm upstairs and drag Ashlei down to Duval Street. Instead, I find a sticky note on my purse.
Left without you. Didn’t want to interrupt. ;) – Lei
“That little bitch,” I whisper with a laugh, wondering if she’s still mad at me. I hate fighting with her, and now that I’ve worked off some tension, I realize I was a little harsh upstairs. Locking up behind me, I scamper down to the street and flag down the first cab I see to shuttle me down to the bars. I’ll make it up to Ashlei tonight. Our last night. Spring Break is almost over.
My phone pings and when I slide the screen, a full photo of Jarrett in just his board shorts pops up. He’s holding the phone to show his reflection in the mirror and my eyes stick hard on the area where his lower abs meet his hip flexors, forming that glorious V.
– A little something to get you through the night. –
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, shaking my head before tucking my phone away. For once, I can’t wait to get back to campus.