I cut him off as my hands cup his face and reach towards the back of his head.
“I don’t care about whether you were staring. As a matter of fact, if I would’ve seen you sooner, I would’ve stared right back. Now, I need you to tell me no right now, or I’m going to kiss you. Not just a simple peck—I’m going to feed you my tongue and hope you suck it.”
I push my front into his, backing him up until his ass is flush with the corner of the counter as I invade his space, my face lowering to his own. “Last chance, Jax.”
His breath fans against my lips, his eyes darting towards my own before I close them and we kiss. I do exactly as promised, not letting up as we make out right here for the world to see.
I don’t care, I honestly don’t, but the way my cock is hardening makes me want to do more with my newfound obsession.
My tongue probes at the seam of his lips before he grants me access, my tongue finding its way inside his mouth. He sucks, his moan the only noise I hear as I thrust the muscle inside, grinding my pelvis against him so it’s hard length against hard length. If it were just us in this room, I’d be lifting him to sit on this counter so I could rut into him, but that’s not smart. No, not yet.
Breaking the momentum before it gets too much more intense, I take a second to catch my breath. Our foreheads touch as we share oxygen, trying to calm our racing hearts.
“Uh, holy shit,” he whispers against my lips.
“Yeah that was—that was really fucking good.”
I stand to my full height, letting my hand fall back to my side before adjusting my cock and walking back to the group to grab what he was after all along.
The plastic is green and opaque, and his hand brushes mine just slightly as he takes it from me.
Wordlessly, he fills the cup with tequila before taking a shot.
“Well, thank you,” he says before turning and retreating from me.
I watch as he goes, back to another male, who hands Jax a can he proceeds to chug while they whisper back and forth. I’d do just about anything to hear what they’re saying right now.
I find my spot back with my friends as I grab my own beer and finish it.
“I said kiss, not borderline fuck the dude,” Steph says with a laugh into her cup.
“Oooo, football star kissing the nerd,” someone else sounds off, but I pay them no mind, my attention still on the raven-haired man who just changed my life.
CHAPTER FOUR
JAX
I stumble back to Seth,horny and fucking confused about why I just let the football star tongue-fuck me with no resistance. He gave me the option; there was plenty of time for me to tell him to get lost or spit in his face, but instead? I swapped saliva with him, and Ireallyenjoyed it.
I chug the rest of the beer in my can as soon as Seth hands it to me.
“What did you do?” he questions me.
“Shut up.”
“Dude, you, the engineering nerd, just got tongue-fucked by the college football star! Tell me, was it hot as shit? Did he have a boner? Was he big? What did he say? Omg, are you okay?”
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss, looking around like we are drawing some sort of attention, but no one could care less. No one is looking at us; they’re all just keeping on like it’s a completely normal thing to witness. Not that I would know, since this is my first party, but I also did come with the expectation of a ton of people just making out in corners.
“Oh God.” My face immediately morphs into shock as a hand flies up to cover my slack jaw. “I’m one of them! I’m the person you see in every movie who just makes out to make out!”
“You are not. You made out with one person, and that one person happens to be really fucking attractive and idolized by half the school, but whatever. It’s not that big of a deal. But hello? Give me deets?”
“Just give me a second to fucking process what the fuck just happened.”
I run over the details in my head, still dizzy from the endorphins. But I feel Mr. Football’s eyes on me, like they’re seeping into my soul.
Chancing a glance, I find exactly as I thought: his brown eyes boring into me as he sips what I assume is beer. He tasted like it when he kissed me, something hoppy with a bitter taste. I wonder if it’s out of the keg? Whatever it is, I’d like to know so I can relive that moment again and again. It was really fucking hot, regardless of who it was with. I’m sure this will be saved for my spank bank.