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“Do you like that?” He asked. I was angry that he had stopped.

“Yes,” I said quickly in the hopes that he would keep going. As he lowered his mouth back to my breast, I felt his thumb slide further into my panties until he reached my opening. His thumb glided with the lightest pressure over my wet, aching pussy, sending shivers radiating through my body.

“Oh God, you are so wet,” he mumbled, which only made me more excited.

“Please,” I moaned. I had to feel his fingers on me, in me.

“Please what?” He asked, fingers hovering under my panties, just out of reach.

“Please, please touch me,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn red. But a heartbeat later, he slid a finger inside of me and I moaned, arching my back. He moved his finger in slow motion, in and out of me until I thought I might explode with need. When he slid a second finger in, it felt full and tight as he finger fucked me, pumping in and out, faster and faster before his thumb found my clit, rubbing with gentle pressure. It only took a few seconds before the warmth that had built between my legs rushed through as my orgasm shook my whole body.

When my orgasm faded and my brain started functioning again, I realized that I was in bed, mostly naked, with Jay on top of me. He had a primal look of want on his face as he stared at me. Suddenly, I was nervous and self-conscious. I didn’t know what to do with myself. He had taken care of me, so I imagined it was only fair that I took care of him. I let my hand glide down the front of his bared chest, feeling every inch of his firm muscles. I reached under his waist band and wrapped my fingers around his large, smooth cock. His breath caught as I slid my palm up and down the length of him, slowly, watching his intense expression.

As I pumped his cock faster and faster, he closed his eyes and groaned before grabbing my hand and pulling it away. I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong. I thought that was what he wanted.

“No,” he said, pinning my hand to the bed as his hard cock pulsed with unmet need. I looked at him with wide, unsure eyes before he bent forward and kissed me again, his cock settling between my thighs and making me wet all over again. “I want to take my time with you.” His voice reached through me as if he had touched every inch of my skin. He started by pulling my tank top up over my head. I sat up slightly to help him slide it off, before falling back against the bed. My full breasts exposed, nipples hard.

I didn’t know what to expect, but he started at my lips before moving to jaw, then my neck. He ran his mouth across my collar bone and dipped down to my breast. He cupped them before squeezing hard and teasing at my nipples with his tongue before letting his mouth trail down my stomach and onto my hip bone. By the time he kissed my thigh, I was squirming with anticipation.

He looped his fingers around my panties and slowly pulled them down, kissing the inside of my thighs as he went. Once my panties were off, he moved my knees apart. I should have felt self-conscious. I always had in the past, but I couldn’t think past my need as he moved his face between my thighs. He parted my pussy with his fingers before darting his tongue inside and licking forcefully along my clit. I squirmed and moaned as he found his rhythm, exploring me with his lips, tongue, and fingers. I felt each movement deep in my stomach as the sensations started spreading through my body. I tilted my head back and ran my fingers through his hair, pushing him harder against me.

He stopped just before the orgasm tore through my body, and I let out a moan of frustration, yanking at his hair and pushing him between my legs. But it was no use. He sat up easily, staring down at me. The room was dark, but the moonlight played across his body, highlighting ever curve and shadow of his broad chest and rounded muscles. His cock was impossibly big pulsing with need out of his boxer briefs, and I worried for a split second it would’t fit.

“What do you want, Cat?” he asked me again, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to form a coherent thought.

“Oh God. I want you,” I said. He watched me for a heartbeat, and I was worried that he wasn’t going to continue. His stare was so intense, and I had no idea what he was thinking.

“You really want this, Cat?” He asked again with sincerity. At first, I thought he had been teasing me, forcing me to say something that was embarrassing. But now, I couldn’t tell. I thought maybe he really wanted to be sure that I wanted this. Wanted him. But there was no doubt in my mind that there was nothing I wanted more in the world. Tomorrow, I may feel differently, but that was future Cat’s problem. Present Cat needed Jay like I had never needed anything in my life.

“Yes,” I said.

“I am going to fuck you now, Cat,” he said with such confidence that I let out a little whimper. As soon as he said it, he pulled his boxer briefs off, exposing the full thick length of himself for me to admire. He leaned down again, propping himself over me on his elbows. He kissed me long and hard. Then he pressed his thick, ridged cock against my wet opening, pulling a gasp from my lips. He pushed himself inside of me slowly until I didn’t think I could take anymore. I was tight and wet around him as eased himself inside.

“Oh god you’re tight,” he moaned as I felt his cock move slowly out of me.

“No,” I whispered before he pressed himself back inside of me, filling me all the way with his huge, impossibly hard cock. I had never felt anything like it before. Soon, he started moving his hips up and down. Pushing in deep and hard as the sensations built. I watched his muscles tighten above me as his own pleasure built, the faster he moved.

“Oh God, I have wanted this for so long,” he groaned. For a second that gave me pause, and I thought about asking what the hell he meant, but then he reached his hands under my ass and lifted my butt halfway off the bed, so he could thrust harder and deeper. He pushed into me harder and faster with such passion that the headboard knocked against the wall, his hands squeezing, muscles bulging under the effort not to come right away. I watched him on top of me move with uninhibited passion, and lust, and a new orgasm rushed over me like a tumultuous wave on the ocean, making my body burn and my brain go fuzzy. Above me, Jay came hard and fast with a loud moan as every muscle in his body tensed with buildup and release.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I woke up the next morning to my phone vibrating against the nightstand. It took me a minute to remember where I was. As soon as I did, a rush of feelings threatened to overwhelm me. Holy shit, I slept with Jay. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. I thought, bringing my hands to cover my face.

The sun trickled through the cracks in the heavy drapes, but I couldn’t tell how late I slept. It could have been six in the morning or noon for all I knew.

The shock, embarrassment, confusion, and just a teeny tiny bit of excitement that flashed before my eyes amplified when I saw Darren’s name on my caller ID. I froze in panic and indecision until the call went to voicemail, and I could breathe just a little bit again. I turned carefully, moving as little as possible because I wasn’t ready to face Jay. I couldn’t even begin to process what the hell happened or how I felt about it. Behind me, Jay slept with his lips slightly parted, his chest lifting with heavy rhythmic breathing.

Thank God, I thought, he’s still asleep. I needed all the time I could get to wrap my head around the terrible decisions that were made last night. How the hell had I let my judgement slip so egregiously? Here’s what I knew.

One: last night, I slept with Jay.

Two: it can never happen again.

Three: Darren can never know for reasons that alluded me at the moment, but I was sure would become crystal clear the second he found out.

Four: Jenna probably shouldn’t know either, although I hated keeping shit from her, and I would probably cave, anyway.

Five: At some point Jay would wake up, and I would have to talk to him. Maybe I should Uber a ride home?

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