Page 59 of That Secret Something

I joined her, wasting no time tugging my jeans and underwear off. They got caught on something, and Rebecca laughed as she untangled me. I reached into her shorts and circled over her, spurred on by her gasps into my mouth and her slick already coating my fingers.

She pushed me off her and towered over me, pinning me in place with that feral look in her eyes. Her hands parted my thighs and dipped into my wetness, teasing me lightly.

But I wasn’t in the mood to be teased.

“Skip the foreplay, Rebecca, and fuck me already.”

“So impatient.” A wicked smile flashed across her face, but she complied, sinking into me. “Is this what you want?”

“Fuck, yes,” I cried, scooting backwards. My head hit something, but I didn’t care. It felt too damn good. “Just like that.”

“Let me hear you, Jess.”

She pumped her fingers inside me, and I clawed at her shoulders. Her rhythm was fast and purposeful, and I couldn’t withhold my whimpers as she curled her fingers to brush against my G-spot.

I pulled her on top of me and kissed her hard, clumsy and wet and wanting to taste all of her. Our bodies moved together, awkward legs and arms crammed in the small space, but Rebecca swallowed each and every moan with her mouth like they belonged to her.

And they did. I did. I wanted nothing more than to be hers forever.

Her fingers pressed against my sensitive spot again, and I jerked forward, the pressure building in my core. She brushed her tongue against mine, and I panted into her mouth.

It felt too good to hold back.

“Oh god, Rebecca—” I moaned into her as the feeling overtook me, lifting me higher and higher until I broke through the ceiling. I leaned into the sensation, my heart hammering against my ribcage as the warmth flooded my senses.

When I’d regained use of my legs, I kissed her slowly, manoeuvring our positions so I was straddling her. She looked up at me, and my heart squeezed, caught in the enchanting shades in her eyes.

I could never get enough of this feeling. I could never get enough of her.

Later, when both our bodies were spent and breathing heavily, we laid in the backseat, with my back at the door and Rebecca’s head resting against my chest. My arms were wrapped around her, and I drew lazy lines up and down her arms as we settled back down to earth.

“I love hockey,” I whispered, and we both cracked up into laughter. “Although I was scared of your parents randomly showing up.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

Silence settled in the car. I squeezed her a little tighter. “What do you mean?”

“They’re not bothered about this sort of stuff anymore.”

“Did you tell them about it?”

“No.” She sighed, turning her head to look out of the window, but the country lanes didn’t provide any view other than darkness.

I wanted to press further, but the moment was just too perfect. I didn’t want to ruin it. Unfortunately, the words escaped my lips anyway. “If you don’t give them any opportunity to show up, how can you ever expect them to?”

I felt Rebecca’s sharp inhale.

Nice one, Jess. Why did I have to say something and ruin her mood? I needed to learn when to shut my mouth.

“I don’t want us to fall out about this,” I started. “I just want you to talk to me about it. I want to try and understand.”

The only sound was our breathing and the tap tap of Rebecca’s fingers against her thighs. “Alright,” she finally said. “Though it’s not going to change anything.”

I sighed with relief. “Why don’t you want to tell your family things, then? What’s going on?”

She stopped tapping and stilled her hands flat against her thigh. “They just don’t get me, Jess.”

“What do you mean?”

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