Jess
“I have to pee,” I slur, finishing my drink before slamming the plastic cup on the bar. “Be right back.”
“Want me to go with you?” Ashlei asks, her eyes wide at the thought of me going to the bathroom by myself.
I giggle. “I’m fine, Lei. Keep my Little company and order me a shot. Be back in a sec.”
Ashlei’s eyes find Bo’s and she smiles. “I can do that.”
The bathroom is packed with girls just as drunk as me waiting to pee.
I pull a bitch move and tell them I’m just going to use the mirror as I pass until I duck inside the first empty stall that opens up.
After I relieve myself, I really do check my reflection and thank sweet baby Jesus for the waterproof makeup Ashlei let me use.
My eyes still look awesome and after a quick touch up of gloss, I’m ready to go.
Another text message from Josh comes through my phone as I make my way back to the bar and I sigh. The kid just cannot take a hint.
Suddenly, I’m ripped backward and my phone flies out of my hand and crashes to the floor, splintering in three different directions. I panic as a hand is crushed over my mouth and I’m yanked back into a dark, confined closet.
“I would tell you not to scream, but that defeats the purpose of this,” a deep voice growls in my ear. I recognize it immediately.
Jarrett.
He removes his hand from my mouth and I gasp, my heart still beating rapidly in my chest. His hands move to my hips and he pulls my back against his chest, his breath hot in my ear.
“You think those little boys you’re toying with can give you what you want?
” His voice is husky, dark, and laced with desire.
Instantly, my panties grow wet and I moan as he nips at the skin on my neck.
“I think you’ve forgotten what I can do to you, Jess – what I can make you feel. I’m here to remind you.”
With that, he whips me around and his mouth crashes down on mine.
His kiss is passionate and needy. He discards my cowgirl hat before fisting his hands in my hair as my nails rake his back.
I know I should push him away, I should remind him that he could get fired for this.
But right now, the alcohol swimming in my system paired with the intense way Jarrett’s tongue is moving against mine is crippling my desire to make him stop.
I definitely do not want him to stop.
Jarrett grabs both of my thighs in his hands and lifts me, crashing us back against a shelf. I still can’t see anything but I feel product crash all around us as I wrap my legs tight around his waist, using the leather from my cowgirl boots to gain traction and hold my ankles together.
“You walk into class every Wednesday night,” he pants against my skin, letting his hand trail down my neck.
I moan when his fingertips dip inside the low-cut v-line of my shirt and graze my nipple.
“Looking sexy as fuck,” he continues, his hand sliding up under my jean skirt.
“And you just ignore me.” His fingers rub slow circles on the fabric of my lace panties and I buck against his touch.
“You torture me.” He slips one finger inside the lace and rubs my opening.
“Christ, you’re so wet, Jess. You’re so ready for me.
Why do you pretend like you don’t want me? ”
“I do want you,” I whisper, kissing him again. The music from the bar is muffled inside the closet and every breath shared between us is amplified.
“Are you sure?” he teases, sliding the tips of his two fingers against my core as his other hand works to hold me pinned against the wall. I squirm, rotating my hips to try to get his fingers where I really want them.
“It’s dangerous.”
“Maybe,” he agrees, his fingers stilling.
He pauses for a moment and I think maybe he might be realizing what could happen if we get caught.
Then suddenly, he slides his fingers inside me in one smooth thrust and kisses me hard, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “But it’s also really fucking fun.”
My moans turn to screams as his fingers work inside me. My skirt is now completely bunched at my waist and my hands slide down Jarrett’s abdomen until I feel him through his shorts. He’s just as ready for me as I was for him and I grip him tightly through the fabric.
“Fuck,” he growls, removing his fingers and making quick work of the tie on his shorts.
He doesn’t wait for me to ask, he just drops my feet to the ground, spins me around so my hands are on the wall, moves my panties to the side and thrusts into me from behind, making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
His hands move around to palm my breasts as he pumps into me. Each thrust makes me moan more as I feel him growing harder inside me. When he wraps one hand around my neck and uses the other to push me flush against the wall, I let out another cry.
“Do your frat boyfriends fuck you like this?” he husks in my ear, sliding one hand down and around my hips until he finds my clit. My face is pushed hard against the concrete wall and Jarrett uses his free hand to pin mine above my head. “Do they?”
“No,” I pant.
“What was that?”
“No!” I scream louder.
“Does anyone fuck you the way I do?”
“No,” I whisper again.
Jarrett pounds into me hard, reaching me deeper than ever before. I bite my lip and gasp against the shocking pain mixed with the pleasure still rocking my entire body.
“I’m sorry?”
“No! No one fucks me the way you do!” I scream, not caring if anyone hears at this point.
He growls and begins circling my clit wildly, still holding my wrists above my head with his other hand.
“I love the way you fuck me, Jarrett,” I pant against the concrete.
He bites and sucks at the back of my neck in response.
“Don’t stop, Jarrett. Don’t you fucking stop. ”
“Quitting isn’t in my vocabulary, princess.”
The combination of his words, his finger working my clit, and his cock thrusting into the deepest parts of my core are too much.
The pressure builds until I’m sure I’ll combust before I finally tumble over the edge, screaming and moaning Jarrett’s name as each wave of pleasure rocks through me.
Jarrett curses as he releases too, his entire body convulsing behind me.
Our breathing slows and Jarrett moves his hands to grip my hips firmly as he plants kisses down the back of my neck and across my shoulder.
After a moment, as our breathing is still steadying, Jarrett releases me and quickly pulls his shorts back on. My eyes are finally adjusted to the dark, but even so I can barely make out his form. He pushes me back against the wall once more after he dresses, his tongue demanding my own.
“Don’t ever fuck around with another guy in front of me,” he commands. “It doesn’t piss me off, it doesn’t make me hate you – it only makes me want you more.”
With that, his lips leave mine and he slips out of the closet, leaving me alone in the darkness. My breaths are still ragged, my thong soaked, and my hair a tangled mess as I try to make sense of what just happened.
Holy. Shit.