But I was too far gone to care. I needed Jason more than I’d ever needed anything before.
It was terrifying.
Exhilarating.
And completely crazy.
He watched me, pupils dilated, as I freed his dick and tore open the wrapper, rolling it over him. His breath was ragged, his muscles rippling with every sharp intake of oxygen.
One hand rested on his shoulder, I rose over him, hooked my panties to one side, and slowly sank down on him.
“Fuuuuk,” Jason ground out, his hand clamping down on my hip, trying to steady me. But I wasn’t about to let him take the lead. Not now, not when I finally held some of the power.
Even if it was only temporary.
Chapter Eighteen
Jason
Felicity looked like an angel. Eyes clouded with pleasure, lips parted in a soft moan.
A dirty sassy angel.
My angel.
She’d caught me completely off guard when she took control. I didn’t think she had it in her, but I should have known better because where Felicity Giles was concerned nothing was as it seemed.
And I fucking loved it.
“Yeah, just like that,” I hummed, driving my hips up as she rocked above me.
It didn’t matter we were by the lake, in the middle of the day where anyone could see us. The second my lips touched her, I knew there was only one way this ended. From the way she was riding my dick, she did too.
My hands roamed over her body, desperate to touch and explore every inch of her skin. Her soft curves, the gentle slope of her hips, her perfect tits.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Jason...” My name slipped from her lips, caught somewhere between a sigh and moan, the needy sound a direct line to my dick.
I wanted to take to control, to grab her waist and show her exactly how I liked it, how I needed it, but she’d worked her voodoo bullshit on me again because I couldn’t do anything but sit back and enjoy it.
Enjoy her.
Every roll of her hips. The way she rose above me ever so slightly, holding the tip inside her and then sinking back down slow and deep. I’d never worried about a girl owning me before because there had never been a girl who had come close. Not even Aimee held that mantle. Felicity was different though. She was everything I never knew I needed.
It was a damn shame I couldn’t keep her. And I couldn’t. Because while she felt fucking fantastic riding me, this, right here, was where we had to end. Before she became the wrong kind of distraction.
The kind of distraction I’d vowed never to fall for.
My chest tightened as I tried to get my head back in the game. “What is it?” she asked, barely able to catch her breath. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I replied coolly. “Come here.” My arm looped around her waist as I sat up putting us chest to chest.
“Jason, what are you—”
“Ssh.” I whispered, rocking back and forth, the intimate position so much deeper and intense. I could feel every inch of her pressed against every inch of me and it was fucking breathtaking. In that moment, it was hard to deny how perfect she was. The way her body molded to mine, like two pieces of the same puzzle.
“You weren’t supposed to...” her voice was broken with pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” The words hung between us as I slowly regained control of her body.
Her.
Felicity buried her face in my shoulder as my hand threaded into her hair and our rhythm increased stealing the breath from my lungs. I’m going to fuck you right out of my head.
She froze, her body rigid above me.
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to say the words aloud. But now they were out there; a vast ocean between us.
“Felicity, I—”
She grabbed my lips, forcing them together as she moved faster. Harder. Chasing the fall.
Her body began to tremble, her breath choppy and labored. The familiar tingle at the base of my spine told me I was close. Ready to fall right alongside her; she just needed one final push. Dipping my head, I closed my mouth around her nipple and bit down gently. Her cries echoed around us, pleasure crashing into me like a freight train. But like any good high, the inevitable comedown sucked ass.
Felicity clambered off me, grabbing her leggings and sweater and awkwardly dressed herself.
“That’s something for your list,” I said through strained laughter. I sounded like a fucking idiot. As if some lame assed joke about her list changed the fact I’d accidentally slipped out I wanted to fuck her out of my head.
“We should get back to school.” Her voice was cold, sending the temperature inside the car down by a few degrees. “I don’t want to miss fifth period.”
“Uh, yeah.” I tucked myself back into my sweatpants and pulled on my jersey. Things had gone from great to shit in two seconds flat all because of my big fucking mouth.
But this is what you wanted, right?
One more time with her. A chance to rectify how things had gone down in New York.
The ride back to school was painful. Felicity barely looked twice at me and every time I tried to fill the suffocating silence, the words died on the tip of my tongue.
It was a clusterfuck.
Exactly what I’d known would happen, but I’d gone and done it anyway. Felicity wasn’t Jenna or any of the other chicks I usually went with. She was different.
I was different around her.
All too soon we rolled into the parking lot, school looming up ahead. “Felicity, I—”
“Save it, Jason. I knew what this was. I knew and I came anyway. But it’s done now, right?” She didn’t sound sad or pissed, just resigned. “You’ve fucked me out of your head so I guess we can just both move on.”
“I...” Say something. Say anything. But nothing came out, my thoughts too incoherent to form words.
“Okay then…” Felicity grabbed the door handle and pushed. But not before turning back to me. “I guess it’s true what all the girls say about you,” she said, holding my conflicted gaze.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” I managed to choke out.
“You’re worth the ride.” Her eyes didn’t sparkle and her voice was devoid of any emotion. “See you around, Jason.”
Then she was gone.
It fucking stung to see her walk away, but I knew it was better this way. Better she thought I was just a cold-hearted bastard who had used her in a game of push and pull. Cat and mouse. But the truth was, I wasn’t so sure anymore. And although I’d never do it, for the first time in my life, I wanted to chase the girl.
Life wasn’t a fairytale though. The only happy ending I needed was the one where I won State, went off to college, and made my dream of going pro a reality.
“Okay, ladies, gather in.” Coach beckoned us over. “Two games to go before the play-offs.” The guys began cheering but I barely managed a grumble.
“Okay, okay, you’re excited, I get it. You’ve earned it. But we need to keep our heads. Tomorrow is Seniors Night, which means best behavior. There’ll be the formal walk out at the game and then the presentations at the party afterward. Mrs. Hasson is cooking up something special for the occasion so I want to see you all in your best clothes. Grady,” he looked at the guy across from me, “that means you too, Son. If I see you in so much as a pair of sweats or a jersey, I’ll break out my old dinner jackets. Consider yourself warned.”