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“I knew dating a smart girl would pay off,” Holden says. “This is genius.”
I laugh, not dropping my hips yet.
I want to savor this moment for a few seconds longer. It must be close to or after midnight by now. Later than I usually stay up, as Holden pointed out. Seven a.m. is going to come really early tomorrow morning.
But I’m exactly where I want to be right now.
And that’s when the car’s lights go off.
So much for being smart. It didn’t occur to me they’d turn off once the door was shut.
“Dammit,” I say. “I—”
I stop talking when his tongue swipes against my slit. My knees buckle against the seat, so I’m literally sitting on his face.
Holden doesn’t seem to mind. His hands slide up and grip my thighs, angling me exactly where he wants me. Exactly where I need him. Forcing me to accept the pleasure that’s rapidly building to a devastating peak.
I wanted to watch.
But there’s something sinful and exciting about him touching me in the darkness. The court’s lights a distant glow that barely reaches the car. My eyes have adjusted enough I can make out his silhouette, but that’s about it. The lack of sight heightens my other senses.
His tongue swirls and his lips suck until I’m falling apart, pleasure pummeling through me in relentless waves.
“Fuck.” My breathing is ragged and uneven as I collapse against the seat. My muscles are useless right now, numb with pleasure. “You’re so good at that.”
His hands run up and down my thighs, rubbing the sensitized skin. My whole body is still humming with awareness.
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
I tense. It’s not a decision, just a reaction.
He feels it, because he huffs. “Withyou, Cassia. If you want to get jealous, here’s a fun fact: you’re the only girl I’ve ever gone down on. Okay?”
I exhale. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t trust you, and I know I need to get over it. I just…wish it had only been me. Thinking about you doing this with someone else makes me want to punch something. And maybe it would be different if it had all been before I knew you.”But it wasn’t.“I’ll stop mentioning it. I promise.”
“Cassia.” Holden sits up, his hand finding mine in the dark. “I’m sorry. I am. I’d have happily punched Douchenerd after seeing him just talking to you. That day in the library, when you helped me with my history paper? I was furious with Harrison for sitting at the same table with you. If I knew that one of them had touched you…” He exhales. “I was in a bad place in high school. Those other girls? They were a distraction, like fighting or drinking. And I hope you never find this out for yourself, but having sex with someone you don’t love feels different. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to you back then. Or that I didn’t care about you. It’s that I was scared and selfish. Trying to protect you from myself.”
I smile. “Who’s Douchenerd?”
He chuckles. “Uh, Brooks.”
“That’s mean. He’s a nice guy, not a douche.”
“His name isBrooks.”
“I like that you’re jealous,” I whisper, squeezing his hand.
“Great. I’ll punch guys around you more often.”
“I’d rather you did other things with your hands.”
“You just came.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t.” I slide my hands down his chest until I reach the elastic band of his shorts, the stretchy material expanding easily as I tug it down. His boxers yank away just as effortlessly. I find his cock by feel, my fingers brushing against the hard length.
I want to take him in my mouth. But that’s logistically impossible in the current situation. I settle for rubbing him against my clit until I can barely think straight, then lining the tip up with my opening and sinking down.
I come after only a few strokes, desperately chasing the euphoria of release. Craving the closeness of being so connected to him. This feels right, while so much feels wrong.
