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I step forward to close the distance between us, a smirk forming when I see her expression change. She’s taking in every inch of my body, her gaze moving between my bare chest and my mouth. Her face flushes when our eyes meet. My eyes rake over her long, toned legs before I make my way back to her huge tits. They’re popping out of the tank top she’s wearing, the Delta Kappa letters written on her chest in green glitter.
She sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, further drawing my attention to her rack. I lick my lips because I want to taste every inch of her, savor her delicious body. Judging by the way she flicks her tongue over her bottom lip, her movements painfully slow, torturing me, she must want me, too.
I stop in front of her and smile, this time focused on her face. Her eyes are a deep, mossy shade of green. The tiny flecks of yellow running through her irises make them even more beautiful.
“Jemma with a J,” I say playfully, and she returns my smile. “I told you I would find you.”
She stares at my mouth as if she needs to pick a body part to concentrate on. “Yes, you did.”
I tilt my head at the cups in her hands. “One of those for me?”
“Uh-huh.” She hands one to me, still somewhat speechless, and I take the other one in her left hand for Trent, setting his on the table next to us.
When we met in the Quad, she was eager to put me in my place after calling her Red, and now she’s at a loss for words.
“You never showed last night,” I point out.
Jemma bites the inside of her cheek and nods. “I had to help my pledge class with something.” Her answer is vague, and she doesn’t offer more.
“Are you working the kissing booth next weekend?”
“Um, yeah, that’s what I was told.” She moves her hands behind her, rocking back and forth on her heels.
Is she nervous? I didn’t get the impression when we first met that she was the type of girl to fall apart in my presence. Some girls have gotten so nervous around me they have run away in the middle of a conversation. I don’t bite, not unless they want me to.
I bend down, close enough that our lips are almost touching. “I’ll be there,” I tell her. “And I want a kiss from you.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and an audible gasp slips from her mouth. She looks at me as if she has no idea what to say. An awkward beat passes between us, before she finally speaks, “It’s for charity, right? I’m just trying to do my part to raise money for cancer research.”
I smirk. “Me, too.”
I want more than a kiss next weekend. Pretty soon, she’ll know it, too.
Nine
Tucker
Jemma holds up her hand, beckoning me to come forward with her index finger. She looks different this time, her lips plump and pink, with a glossy look to them. Dark makeup covers her eyelids, making her green eyes stand out even more. Her big tits are pushed up in a short top that could pass for a sports bra. I close the distance between us, pushing her up against the wall.
Her body molds to mine perfectly. She hooks her arms around my neck, purring in my ear as I plant kisses along her neck. Jemma’s skin is soft, and she smells of fruit. The scent is so delicious I could lick her skin all night.
Dragging her fingers up my back, stopping at my neck, she tickles me without meaning to. But it feels good. So damn good I don’t want her to stop as she massages my skin. Her slow exploration continues. Each movement so deliberate my cock grows even harder, tenting my jeans. After she tugs on my hair, taking a chunk in her hand, she pulls my mouth to hers.
I part her lips with my tongue, greedy and hungry. She’s driving me fucking wild. Her other hand travels down my chest until she finds my very hard cock. Peeking up at me, her eyes widen. She cups my cock over the front of my jeans.
Something snaps inside of me. Adrenaline floods my veins, my entire body on fire from her touch. This doesn’t seem like something Jemma would do. At least not with a guy she just met. But I want her. She clearly wants me, too. Jemma moves my hand from her hip and slides it up her stomach until I’m massaging one of her tits under her bra. Her nipple is rock hard, and when I pinch it between my fingers, she moans. And I’m ready to come just from the sexy sounds she makes.
She leans back and licks her lips, her eyes fixed on mine. I mimic her, and then my lips crash into hers. I kiss her with so much intensity I have to hold her tight. Pinning her against my chest, our tongues work in harmony, each kiss fueled by more passion. Jemma reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, sliding my zipper down. My cock is in her hand moments later. She doesn’t waste a second of time. Her hands are so small she uses both of them to jerk me off. Looking up at me, she continues to stroke me hard, licking her lips like she wants a taste. A little bit of precum drips onto her hand, and she uses it to lubricate my skin, working even harder to make me come.
