I THINK I’M IN HEAVEN.
My feet are propped up on the dash of Jarrett’s truck, Trey Songz is on the stereo, we’ve almost finished off a joint and I know in less than ten minutes, I’ll have his glorious cock inside me.
Like I said, heaven.
Pinching what’s left of the joint between my finger and thumb, I inhale long and hard, holding it in as I pass it back to Jarrett. His lids already low, he takes one last hit before extinguishing it in a half-empty bottle of Gatorade. I can’t remember the last time I got high, but I know for a fact that it never felt this good. Maybe it’s because Jarrett has better weed, or maybe it’s just because Jarrett is involved — period.
With all the windows up, the smoke clouds around us, circling in new designs each time one of us breathes. Jarrett is watching me closely from the driver’s seat, his eyes still hooded, his teeth just barely tugging on the flesh of his lower lip. Being away from him all break almost made me forget how fucking beautiful he is. Dark eyes, tattoos lining his arms, thick erection straining against his basketball shorts. I’ve never wanted him more.
“So now that you know about my boring ass Winter Break, what did you do?”
Jarrett smiles lazily. “Same old. Worked at the bar and surfed when the waves were big enough. I did spend some time with Spencer, too.”
“Surfing buddy?”
“Kind of. She’s trying to learn, but she’s pretty new to Florida so it’s like trying to teach a ten-year-old. She’s getting better though.”
I stiffen when I realize Spencer is a she, not a he. My mouth dry, I reach for my water bottle and try desperately to calm my racing heart. We’re not exclusive, I told him I didn’t want to title it, but he also said he didn’t want to fuck anyone else. He didn’t want me to fuck anyone else. And I haven’t.
“Oh. Well, I’m sure she’ll be just fine with you as her teacher.” I try not to sound bitter, but I know I completely fail. I clear my throat, looking out my window at the soft waves crashing on the dark beach. When Jarrett’s rough hand slides over my thigh and grips me gently at the knee, I chance a look in his direction.
One brow cocked, Jarrett looks amused — pleased, almost. Asshole.
“Are you jealous, Jess?”
I scoff. “No. Why would I be?”
He clicks his tongue, shaking that gorgeous head of his. “Shame. I was really hoping you were jealous.”
“You’re an ass!” I smack him across the chest but he grabs my wrist with his hand, pulling me over the console to straddle him. As soon as my knees settle on either side of him, he bucks his hips up, stealing my breath with the feel of him against me.
“She’s the bar owner’s daughter, and I’m not the least bit interested in her.” Sliding both hands down my arms, he grips my ass firmly and rocks me against him, the friction making my eyes flutter. “You’re the one I want, Jess. The only one I want.”
My eyes are wide, my mouth just slightly open as I stare at him through the smoky darkness. I feel my heart tug, a sensation I’m far from used to. When Jarrett says shit like that, it makes me want to call him my boyfriend.
And I don’t do boyfriends.
Not anymore.
“Good,” I breathe. “Because I want you, too.”
“Yeah?” Jarrett asks, tucking his hands into the back pockets of my jean shorts. He drags me up against the length of him, building the friction. “What do you want to do to me?”
Licking my lips, I lean in closer, biting his neck with more pressure than I intended. He hisses through his teeth as I softly kiss the same spot. “I want to ride you,” I breathe against his skin, kissing his Adam’s apple next. “I want to make you come with my name on your lips.” Another bite on the other side of his neck. His hands move to my waist and he grips me hard. “And then,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up his neck before pulling his earlobe between my teeth. “I want to take you to pizza.”
Jarrett bursts out laughing as I sit back on his lap, waggling my eyebrows. The weed has settled in my blood, making me feel almost as high as Jarrett’s touch makes me feel.
“God,” he pants, still smiling. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Did I mention there’d be… garlic knots?” I breathe the words in a sultry manner, biting my lower lip.
Jarrett groans. “Keep talking, baby.”
I drag my hands down his chiseled abdomen before tucking one beneath the band of his shorts and palming his erection through the silky fabric with the other. “And,” I continue, rolling my hips in time with my hand on him. “You can get whatever. Toppings. You. Want.”
“Fuck,” Jarrett growls. His hand flies to the side of his seat, reclining us back in an instant. He lifts me effortlessly, tossing me in the back and quickly following. Settling between my legs, he kisses me hard. “I think I just came.”
“Better not have.”
He smirks, but then his lips claim my own again and I no longer feel like joking. His hands are in my hair, pulling, tangling. His lips are on my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. I arch my back and his hand finds the zipper of my shorts, tugging it down. His fingers snake beneath the harsh fabric of my jeans and he rubs me over the lace of my thong.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, his forehead against mine. I can feel how wet my thong is and I know that’s what he’s noticing, too.
Pushing himself off the seat, he grips his shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it up and over his head. I follow suit, maneuvering out of my tank top and bra. Leaning up, I run my fingers down the middle ridge of his chest and abdomen before tucking my fingers in the band of his shorts. I push them down over his ass, his erection springing free. Taking him in my hand, I lift my eyes to his and lick my lips. His eyes are heavy, hooded with lust and a high I know I’m not experiencing alone. When I close my lips around his tip, he drops his head back, running his hands over the bald surface.
I grab his ass in my hands and pull him deeper into my mouth. He growls when he hits the back of my throat and I instantly grow wetter. Letting him take control, I reach up for his hands and move them to my hair, keeping my hands clasped over his. He’s gentle at first, careful not to hurt me, but as his breathing shallows and his desperation grows, his hands fist in my hair. Opening my throat for him, he pulls me all the way down, my lips touching his base as I gag slightly.
“I fucking love that,” he breathes, trying his best to slowly move in my mouth. When I gag again, he curses, pulling me back and grabbing my shorts at my hips. I lean back and arch up long enough for him to peel them off of me. A condom wrapper is ripped, he quickly rolls it over himself, and then he’s between my legs, his tip at my entrance, his lips hard on mine.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my heels to push into his backside, closing the distance between us. He fills me quickly and all at once. My breath catches and he groans as I drag my nails down his back.
Jarrett pumps slow and calculated, moving us in time with the slow R&B music crooning through the speakers of his truck. The closer we get, the faster we move. When he leans back on his heels, moving his thumb to circle my clit as he pounds into me, I moan in ecstasy. I’m close, so fucking close.
But then, Jarrett stops.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him tighter.
“I need to hear you say it first.”
I open my heavy lids, peeking at him through the smoky darkness of the truck. Or is that steam? Maybe both.
“I want you,” I breathe, squirming beneath him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
I groan. “Then what?”
He smirks, his dark eyes ablaze. “You were jealous.”
I’m panting so loud. “What?”
“You were jealous.”
“No,” I argue, but I’m quickly losing my resolve. “I wasn’t. We’re not exclusive.”
“Oh?” he asks, pulling out until just his tip is still inside me before quickly slamming back into me. I cry out, an incredible sensation flowing through me. “Are you sure?”
“Oh God, Jarrett, just fuck me.”
“I fully intend to. But first, I want to hear you say it.” I lean up on my elbows, biting my lower lip as I gaze up at him. He simply cocks one brow, waiting. I still don’t answer. He pulls out again, this time leaving me completely empty. I instantly crave him. “Say it.”
“Fine,” I mutter. “I was jealous.”
“What was that?”
I purse my lips, trying to fight back a grin. “I was jealous, you ass hat. Now finish getting me off before I go find someone else for the job.”
“We’ve already been through this, Jess,” he says, shaking his head as he positions himself at my entrance. “No one can fuck you the way I do.” As he slides back into me, filling me completely, his thumb mercilessly working my clit, I know he’s right.
I come apart, crying out into the darkness of his truck just like I did the first night we met last semester. He follows shortly after, and then he collapses, his body deliciously heavy on mine. So much has changed since then, from me trying to fight him, to finally giving in, to now wondering if what we have is more serious than either of us are admitting. I shake my head, not wanting to think too much on it. We’ve having fun. That’s what matters right now.
Our breaths still coming hard, Jarrett leans up, running one hand through my hair as his dark eyes devour my own. The way he looks at me completely immobilizes me. It’s like he wants to lock me up in his room and never let me leave, like he wants to brand me, own me.
He smiles crookedly, biting his lower lip and planting one slow kiss on my mouth.
“Now about that pizza.”