Page 56 of Forgive You

Ford laughs, backing down, but not before he grabs his shoulder in passing.

“Took you long enough,” he says, loud enough to twist my lips as Jason’s focus never drops from mine.

He ain’t lying.

Unspoken words form as our gazes stay glued, my heart beating a mile a minute, but slowly, the steel in his features softens.

Just a tad. Barely noticeable. But enough for me to pull him closer by his shirt, until we are toe-to-toe, my mouth leveled with his because of my high heels.

“Jealous, Jason?”

I lick my lips, dropping my attention to his, desperate to know if they taste like beer or the tequila shot we had earlier. If they still feel soft and tempting like they did the last time they were eating me like a Sunday dinner.

But my gaze is forced back up when he slides his hand in my hair, gripping the strands close to my scalp, and I gasp.

“Shut up, Jules.”

His grasp is rough, demanding, controlling and, fuck me, making me one wet, horny puddle on this dance floor. His otherhand wraps around the small of my back, pushing me into his hard groin, leaving nothing up in the air about what he’s feeling.

Our mouths scatter around each other’s when he starts moving his hips, leaving me no choice but to follow his lead. I lift my hands around his neck, breathing in his fresh cologne. It’s mixed with a hint of alcohol, the warmth of his damp skin, and something sweet that makes me wish someone could bottle this in a cocktail for me.

The friction of our lower body joined as one teases every nerve in my body alive, each move more vibrant, more sensitive.

And then all bets are off. Hands are moving. Bodies dancing to a rhythm I can’t keep up with, and after tiptoeing around him, I honestly don’t care. Just being this close to him, the falling of his chest synced with my rise, it’s like a bottle of wine I can’t get enough of.

Special, something you should savor, but it’s so good you just want to knock it back like a bottom-shelf whiskey.

I’ve danced with Jason before. There were the high school dances when Jacob stood me up. Prom. The few times I’d visit him. Kayla’s birthday each year.

Each time, we pushed the lines a little further, a little harder. Each time, I’d come home confused and unsatisfied. But this time, the stakes are raised, and my body knows it. It’s on high alert from the second we melt together as one, only the thin layers of our clothes separating our desires from fusing.

Jason pants in my ear, his moves growing deeper and more urgent as he drops his hand to my ass, pushing me exactly where he wants me to be.

Holy shit.

My clit is taunted, like a feather is deliciously sliding past it with each grind, but it’s enough to put my head in the clouds. I grip his neck tighter, holding on for dear life while I let my forehead rest on his shoulder. What’s happening?

The world seems to disappear around me, the colors dissipating yet pulsing my senses to the edge with each strobe that flashes by. All that’s left is this merging tension between me and him, growing thicker and thicker with each stroke.

“Jason.” It comes out as something between a plea and a command.I want more.

Forgotten are all the people around me, not even considered is what this looks like to an outsider. I don’t care. Because it feels like my reality has lifted from its axis, spinning me until I can’t stand.

I move a little faster, hitting a spot I didn’t even know I could hit fully clothed and on my feet but, dammit, it’s there and I can’t stop. I don’t wanna stop.

My sensation builds, Jason’s shallow breaths below my ear adding oil to the fire in my groin.

“Fuck,” I moan, twisting the clammy fabric of his shirt in my palm, riding a high that hijacks my sense of being.

Every muscle in my body tenses as my orgasm ripples through me, a riptide threatening to suck me under as the wave of pleasure slams through my body. A moan vibrates against his shoulder, followed by a wail as I get taken by my shot of pleasure before I am still in his arms.

Oh. My. Mother. Fucking. God.

I slowly get back to my senses with a shaky breath, as his grip on me releases enough to find his expression while I lean back.

His blue eyes have darkened with a wildness that’s laced with hunger. A palm slides up my neck, cupping my cheek as he presses his mouth flush with my ear.

“Did you just come?”

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