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She drops her head to my shoulder, kissing her way up my neck and catching my earlobe between her teeth, the dangerous lilt in her voice promising all kinds of dirty things. “Is this allowed? Technically, I’m not touching you.”
A strangled laugh strains my throat. I answer by gripping her hips tightly and flexing mine up to meet her. We're both wound equally tight, both chasing the same high. My hips pump to meet the roll of hers, every slide and bounce and moan making my stomach tense and my balls tighten.
A voice in the back of my head urges me to shed my boxers and bury myself inside her, but I don't. Not yet. I don't think she's ready for that, for the commitment that'll come with.
We're dry humping like a couple of fucking teenagers, so it seems fitting that I come in my boxers like a teenager too, groaning as I explode, closing my eyes and imagining it's her tight pussy that I'm filling up with my cum. She's not far behind, shuddering and shaking, the sounds leaving her easily classed as heavenly.
A little fucking lightheaded, I struggle to regulate my breathing. I wasn't even inside her and I came harder than I have in my life. And just the thought of being inside of her has my cock hardening again.
Blinking a couple times to clear the blurriness still lingering at the edge of my vision, I glance down at the limp, naked body curled around me. It's amazing, fascinating even, how she goes from this sex confident, erotic seductress to this adorable cuddly girl clinging to me, sighing contentedly as I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead.
“Jackson?” She mumbles, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw.
“Yeah?”
She props her chin on my chest and gazes up at me. “I like you too.“ Her voice quivers slightly, eyes filled with vulnerability flitting back and forth between mine. “I don't think I've told you that.”
She hasn't, but I knew. Actions speak louder than words and all that shit. She might not be good at expressing her emotions verbally, but she's fucking fantastic at expressing them physically. But still, it’s nice to hear. “Good to know.”
I'm not sure how long we lie there, completely uncaring that we're butt-ass naked in a random parking lot. Eventually, she forces herself into a sitting position, no small amount of satisfaction running through me when I notice her thighs quivering. Her tits brush my chest, nipples still peaked and hard and red, as she leans forwards to rifle through the pile of discarded clothes in the backseat. Only the strongest man would resist molding his hands to them, and I have never claimed to be a strong man.
Swatting me away, Luna sits back with a back. The lusty haze in her eyes is gone, replaced by a hint of annoyance, some shock, and a tiny bit of awe, I think. She frowns as the scraps of black fabric in her hands before narrowing her eyes at me in accusation. “You ripped my leggings.”
Smiling with faux guilt—I don't feel guilty in the slightest about destroying the fabric keeping me from the sweet spot in between her thighs—I reach back to grab her hoodie and shove it over her head, hiding her perfect naked body from my greedy eyes. “I'll buy you new ones.”
Her pout lessens slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly. “And new panties.”
“I'll just rip them too.”
“Jackson!”
“Fine.“ Gently depositing her in the passenger seat, I click her seatbelt into place before smoothing back her hair, letting my hand linger on her cheek. “Whatever you want.”
21
LUNA
“Hang on,”I mutter beneath my breath, shifting all the books I'm lugging so I can rifle for my phone. Professor Jacobs justlovesassignments that can't easily be researched online, hence why I'm hoofing it across campus looking like I just swindled a librarian. “Hang on, hang on,hang on.”
A harrumphed sound of triumph leaves me as my fingers brush against the incessantly ringing device hidden at the bottom of my bag. Wrestling it free, I don't bother checking the caller ID before pressing it to my ear. “Hello?”
A familiar husky voice greets me. “It's Nick's birthday tonight.”
“That's a weird way to say hello.”
I can practically see Jackson rolling his eyes, can definitely hear him murmur something about me being a brat. “We're having people over. You're coming.”
Planting myself and my horde of books on the first bench I see, I huff a soft laugh. “I am?”
“Yup.”
“I think you're supposed to invite me.”
“Why would I when I know the answer is gonna be yes?”
“I didn't peg you as the cocky type.”
“Confident,” Jackson corrects, and I hear his smirk through the phone. “You wanna know why I'm confident? Because you like me.”
