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Jaxon
Iknew. No matter what I’ve heard, no matter how many guys I’ve listened to spout off about how they’ve banged the St. James twins, I knew the truth.
Claire’s a virgin.
And here I am, fingerfucking her in a dark stairwell, while drunk partiers guzzle her dad’s champagne like it’s Boon’s Farm, not more than three feet away.
Believe it or not, that’s not even the most messed up part about all this.
The messed up part is that I don’t want to stop.
I want to keep going.
I want to make her come, screaming my name so fucking loud, the whole house will hear her.
There’s only one thing stopping me.
I can feel how ashamed she is. Not of this—what I’m doing to her. She’s ashamed that no one’s ever done it before. She doesn’t even have to say anything, I just know. She’s embarrassed because she thinks because now that I know that no one else has ever fucked her, I won’t want to either.
I’d laugh my ass off if the thought of her with someone else didn’t make me want to kill something.
She’s looking up at me. Waiting for me to reject her. Maybe even laugh at her.
On the other side of the door, someone starts fucking with the keypad, punching random numbers andrattling the doorknob.
Hey, what’s in here?
I dunno. The Bat Cave?
Maybe Dr. St. James has a sex dungeon.
Open it. I wanna see the Bat Cave.
Fuck the Bat Cave. I wanna see the sex dungeon.
Jesus Christ.
I pull my finger out and fix her panties. I want to put it in my mouth. I want to taste her so fucking bad, I have to curl my hand into a fist to keep myself in check. If having me finger her while half of our high school is running wild through her house hasn’t completely freaked her out then watching me lick her juices off my fingers will sure as fuck do the trick.
Leaning in, I press my lips to the soft spot behind her ear, her pulse banging like a drum against my mouth. “We should go to your room,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye.
She stares up at me, her gaze wide, chest heaving. For a second, I think she’s going to tell me no. To leave. I’m half hoping she does because virgin or not, we both know what’s going to happen if she takes me to her room.
She doesn’t tell me to leave.
She takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs.