“And it makes it really hard to be a gentleman when you rub that pretty little ass all over my lap.” His voice sends a literal shiver down my spine, and the air is stolen from my lungs as desire pools in my belly, his dirty words lighting a fire in me I didn’t know was there.
An apology is on the tip of my tongue, this feeling like something worth apologizing for, but Jack stops me before I can form the words.
“Don’t make me fuck the word ‘sorry’ right out of your mouth.”
I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, and I immediately bring a hand to my mouth. With the speakers placed all over the field, the movie is loud enough to not even hear the people in the car next to you talking, but who the hell do I think I am?
Moaningin public?
At nothing but hiswords?
Jack and I have barely kissed, and here I am falling apart over him whispering dirty nothings in my ear?
It’s not that I’m against people fooling around in a truck bed at a drive-in theater, but it’s not somethingIdo. I’ve only had sexwith one person and the only orgasms I’ve ever had were from my fucking vibrator.
And I’ve only had it for a year.
Everything I’ve learned about sex is from reading romance books, for fuck’s sake.
I don’t realize I move again until Jack lets out another groan in my ear, and there’s something about the effect I’m having on him that melts away the thoughts in my brain. I move again, and this time he whispers in my ear. “Now, you’re doing it on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper back.
“Two can play at this game,” is all he says as he snakes one of his hands under the blanket, finding the hem of my dress. Slowly, he gathers the fabric in his fists, pulling my dress up just a few inches until the bottom reaches the top of my thigh.
I feel his calloused hand rest on my thigh, lightly gripping my bare skin. “You’re so fucking soft,” he growls in my ear, his other hand finding my other thigh, and I can’t control how heavy my breathing is. The feeling of his hands on me is intoxicating, but every time he moves his hands up, I’m left wanting more when he brings them back down.
“More,” I breathe, and I don’t even know what I’m asking for, barely understanding what’s happening to me. All I can think about is how badly I need him to touch me.
“More what, baby?”
“I want—” I stop myself, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, my newfound confidence evaporating as quickly as it formed.
“Don’t get shy on me now. Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know how,” I admit, and I hope he doesn’t ask me what I mean because how do I explain I’ve never done this before? Trevor is the only person I’ve ever been with, and sex with him isn’t even comparable to whateverthisis with Jack.
“How does this feel?” Jack asks, his hands gently kneading the skin of my inner thighs, gettingdevastatinglyclose to my center—I can already feel how wet I am, and he’s barely touched me.
“Good,” I breathe.
“And this?” he asks, moving his hands further up, gripping my hips and pulling me even closer to him, so I can feel how hard he is.
“Sogood.”
His fingers tighten around the fabric of my underwear. “Is this okay?”
I nod eagerly, and I feel his lips press against my neck as he slides my underwear down my legs.
His hands find my thighs again, but this time, he uses his grip on them to open me up, my legs falling on to his, completely exposed under the blanket.
“If you want to stop, you tell me, and we stop. Got it?”
I nod.
“Words, Rumi.”
“Yes,” is all I can manage to say as his fingers inch closer and closer to where I’m aching for him to touch me.
