Page 5 of Palm South University: Season 2

He smirks, but then his lips claim my own again and I no longer feel like joking. His hands are in my hair, pulling, tangling. His lips are on my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. I arch my back and his hand finds the zipper of my shorts, tugging it down. His fingers snake beneath the harsh fabric of my jeans and he rubs me over the lace of my thong.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, his forehead against mine. I can feel how wet my thong is and I know that’s what he’s noticing, too.

Pushing himself off the seat, he grips his shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it up and over his head. I follow suit, maneuvering out of my tank top and bra. Leaning up, I run my fingers down the middle ridge of his chest and abdomen before tucking my fingers in the band of his shorts. I push them down over his ass, his erection springing free. Taking him in my hand, I lift my eyes to his and lick my lips. His eyes are heavy, hooded with lust and a high I know I’m not experiencing alone. When I close my lips around his tip, he drops his head back, running his hands over the bald surface.

I grab his ass in my hands and pull him deeper into my mouth. He growls when he hits the back of my throat and I instantly grow wetter. Letting him take control, I reach up for his hands and move them to my hair, keeping my hands clasped over his. He’s gentle at first, careful not to hurt me, but as his breathing shallows and his desperation grows, his hands fist in my hair. Opening my throat for him, he pulls me all the way down, my lips touching his base as I gag slightly.

“I fucking love that,” he breathes, trying his best to slowly move in my mouth. When I gag again, he curses, pulling me back and grabbing my shorts at my hips. I lean back and arch up long enough for him to peel them off of me. A condom wrapper is ripped, he quickly rolls it over himself, and then he’s between my legs, his tip at my entrance, his lips hard on mine.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my heels to push into his backside, closing the distance between us. He fills me quickly and all at once. My breath catches and he groans as I drag my nails down his back.

Jarrett pumps slow and calculated, moving us in time with the slow R&B music crooning through the speakers of his truck. The closer we get, the faster we move. When he leans back on his heels, moving his thumb to circle my clit as he pounds into me, I moan in ecstasy. I’m close, so fucking close.

But then, Jarrett stops.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him tighter.

“I need to hear you say it first.”

I open my heavy lids, peeking at him through the smoky darkness of the truck. Or is that steam? Maybe both.

“I want you,” I breathe, squirming beneath him.

“That’s not what I meant.”

I groan. “Then what?”

He smirks, his dark eyes ablaze. “You were jealous.”

I’m panting so loud. “What?”

“You were jealous.”

“No,” I argue, but I’m quickly losing my resolve. “I wasn’t. We’re not exclusive.”

“Oh?” he asks, pulling out until just his tip is still inside me before quickly slamming back into me. I cry out, an incredible sensation flowing through me. “Are you sure?”

“Oh God, Jarrett, just fuck me.”

“I fully intend to. But first, I want to hear you say it.” I lean up on my elbows, biting my lower lip as I gaze up at him. He simply cocks one brow, waiting. I still don’t answer. He pulls out again, this time leaving me completely empty. I instantly crave him. “Say it.”

“Fine,” I mutter. “I was jealous.”

“What was that?”

I purse my lips, trying to fight back a grin. “I was jealous, you ass hat. Now finish getting me off before I go find someone else for the job.”

“We’ve already been through this, Jess,” he says, shaking his head as he positions himself at my entrance. “No one can fuck you the way I do.” As he slides back into me, filling me completely, his thumb mercilessly working my clit, I know he’s right.

I come apart, crying out into the darkness of his truck just like I did the first night we met last semester. He follows shortly after, and then he collapses, his body deliciously heavy on mine. So much has changed since then, from me trying to fight him, to finally giving in, to now wondering if what we have is more serious than either of us are admitting. I shake my head, not wanting to think too much on it. We’ve having fun. That’s what matters right now.

Our breaths still coming hard, Jarrett leans up, running one hand through my hair as his dark eyes devour my own. The way he looks at me completely immobilizes me. It’s like he wants to lock me up in his room and never let me leave, like he wants to brand me, own me.

He smiles crookedly, biting his lower lip and planting one slow kiss on my mouth.

“Now about that pizza.”