I kept my arm around her waist, refusing to loosen my hold.
I could feel her trembling against me not from fear, but from that delicious mix of nerves and anticipation.
I knew what that kiss had done to her.
Damn!! I knew what it had done to me.
Her taste was still on my tongue, and every step we took only made me want more.
She kissed me like she'd been waiting her whole life for it.
Ohh God!! Does she even know what she has been doing to me?
The last time she sat in my room, acting like nothing happened, I nearly lost my mind. I had to watch her walk out like I hadn't been thinking about bending her over that bed all night and fuck the shit out of her. I swore I'd wait, I swore I'd be patient but not tonight.
I glanced down at her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing quick, her cheeks flushed.
Every signal her body gave off was telling me she wasn't going to resist me tonight.
"She doesn't even know what she does to me".
"You're quiet," I murmured, leaning to her ear as we neared my car.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but she didn't answer.
"Still hearing my words in your head?" I teased.
Her silence told me everything I needed.
I unlocked the car with a click and opened the back door for her instead of the passenger seat.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't protest, just slid in, tucking her legs carefully.
I followed, shutting us into the dark, private space.
The silence was mad
I leaned back against the seat, staring at her for a long moment.
Then I reached out, my hand finding her thigh.
"You think I could sit next to you through a whole movie and not touch you?" my voice was low, teasing.
"You've been driving me insane all night"
She pressed her knees together, glancing toward the tinted windows like she needed to be sure no one could see.
She gasped softly. "J-Jordan… we're still on campus. People could…"
"Let them," I cut in smoothly, sliding my hand higher.
"I want them to see exactly who you belong to."
Her breath caught, her knees squeezing together, but she didn't stop me.
I smirked, feeling the tremor in her leg.
"You're shaking," I said softly, leaning closer until my lips brushed her ear.
"Is that fear… or do I make you that wet already?"
Her face turned crimson, and she looked away, but her body betrayed her… she shifted, thighs pressing tight.
I chuckled darkly.
"You just told me everything I needed to know."
She whispered, barely audible, "Jordan… please…"
"Please what?" I taunted.
"Please stop?" my fingers stroked the inside of her thigh, slow, lazy.
"Or please don't?"
Her silence was deafening and damning.
I moved my hand higher, my fingers grazing the seam of her jeans.
The heat radiating from between her legs made me groan softly.
"You're soaking through this," I murmured, voice husky.
"You want me to stop pretending you don't want this?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head slightly. "We… we shouldn't…"
"Then tell me to stop."
She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, a protest, a plea, but nothing came out.
I smirked
"That's what I thought good girl."
I slid my hand beneath her shirt, palm flattening over her stomach, then up to her bra.
Finally caressing those melodious busty boobs.
She gasped, clutching my wrist, but didn't push me away.
"God, you're so soft," I murmured, thumb brushing over her nipple and caressing circle around her areola. until it peaked under the thin fabric hard and pointed.
"Do you know how hard it is to sit there in public and not think about this body?"
She trembled, biting her lip.
I leaned in, my lips at her ear again.
"You like this, don't you?"
Her voice cracked. "Y-Yes… but…"
"No buts." my tone dropped, rougher now.
"You don't get to kiss me like that and act innocent."
I unbuttoned the top of her jeans, giving her enough time to stop me… she didn't.
The zipper slid down slowly, loud in the quiet car.
My fingers dipped inside, brushing over the damp fabric of her underwear.
She jolted, a strangled sound escaping her throat.
"Already dripping," I muttered, my d*** throbbing painfully against my pants.
"You've been sitting next to me like this all night?"
She hid her face in her hands, mortified.
"Look at me," I ordered softly.
When she finally peeked at me, my expression was hungry, possessive.
"That's it," I said.
"Don't hide from me. I want to see every second of this."
Just as my hand slipped beneath her panties, her phone buzzed.
I growled under my breath. "You must be kidding me."
She reached for the phone, but I caught her wrist.
"You're not answering that."
"It might be Jenny"
I hesitated. I didn't want to let go of her, but I didn't want Jenny coming looking for us either.
"Fine," I muttered, releasing her but keeping my other hand possessively on her bare thigh.
"Answer it. But don't move"
She swiped to answer, voice trembling. "H…Hello?"
Jenny's voice came through, concerned. "Rue? Where are you? Did you leave the movie?"
"I'm fine," Rue said quickly, forcing her breathing to steady.
"I'll… I'll meet you in the room later."
There was a pause. Jenny clearly heard something off in her tone, but said softly, "Okay. Don't stay out too late."
She ended the call with shaking hands.
She turned back toward me slowly, expecting me to pull away.
But I hadn't moved. My eyes were even darker now, jaw tight, like the call had only made me more determined.
"The way you're looking at me right now…" I murmured, my thumb stroking her inner thigh.
"You know that call didn't save you, right?"
I leaned in, my mouth almost on hers.
"If it did anything," my voice dropped to a dangerous whisper,
"It just made me hungrier…. hungrier to taste you, to hear you say my name
the way you kissed me back there. Rue, you're not like them. You make me want to ruin you slowly, just so you never forget it was me."