Page 6 of Dirty Girl

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Dylan

Holy shit.

I just made love to Jenson Johns.

Well, okay, it was more like Jenson fucked me. The point is we did it. It happened!

I’ve been wishing for this moment for what feels like forever and now that it’s here and I have no idea what to do next.

Oh my God.

Jenson is still buried deep inside me and looking down at me with the strangest expression on his face. Lazily, he moves his hips, drawing out the euphoric sensations. The movement produces a wet sound that causes me to flush with embarrassment. I can feel our mutual releases dripping down my butt and coating my thighs. I must make a face, because his look turns to one of consternation.

Finally, he pulls back. His cock slips from me, leaving an uncomfortable empty feeling behind. He falls to his side, pulling me with him until my head is cradled on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me, holding me close. He drops a kiss to the top of my head, and my heart constricts with the sweet gesture. We lay in silence for long minutes, so long that when he finally asks if I’m okay, I jump at the sound.

His chest vibrates with laughter. “Skittish as a kitten.”

It’s true, I startle easily, always have. People find it hilarious to purposefully scare me. Assholes. Kids can be cruel and as soon as they find a weakness they latch on to it like a dog with a bone. I was an easy target until Jackie came to my rescue. Her friendship was a saving grace.

Oh no, Jackie!

What is she going to think about this? The repercussions of our actions start to weigh down on me. Will our friendship be over? What will her parents do? Oh God, Mr. and Mrs. Johns are going to kick me out.

Silently, I lay here freaking out while Jenson lazily draws patterns across my bare hip with his fingertips. How could I be so stupid? The ringing of Jenson’s cellphone breaks through my inner turmoil. He curses as he slides from underneath me to retrieve his phone from his abandoned jeans.

“What?” He barks into the phone. His terse tone causes me to jump again. His eyes soften in apology, but when he responds to whoever is on the other side of the line, his tone reflects his annoyance. “I’ll be right fucking there. No, I’ll handle it.”

Without saying goodbye, he hangs up and tosses the phone on the foot of the bed.

“Everything okay?” I ask quietly. I hold my breath; almost fearful he’s going to lash out at me like he did the person on the phone, but he doesn’t answer. He bends down to grab his clothes, hastily dressing while I look on in confusion. He grabs his phone, then turns to the door to leave. As if he suddenly remembers I’m here, he stops abruptly, turning to face me again.

“Stay put.”

“Um, I think… maybe…” Before I can get any more words out, he is on me. Fingers buried in my hair, lips a hard press against mine as he kisses me with desperate possession.

“Don’t think, just stay. I’ll be back soon. Stay.”

I simply nod. What other choice could I make when he went from barking a command to practically begging? He smiles one of those devilishly handsome smiles of his. Another quick press of his lips to mine, then he’s gone.

I collapse back onto the pillows, wondering what the hell just happened. I’m not sure how much time passes before I eventually give in to sleep.

I slowly come awake, stretching the kinks out of my sore muscles. The ache between my legs brings a smile to my face.

Jenson!

I sit up in bed and look around the room for any sign that he came home, but everything is as it was when I fell into an exhausted sleep last night. My heart clenches. What if he didn’t come back because he regrets what we did? What if he stayed gone because of me? Or worse, what if he came home and saw me in his room still and left again? I shift uncomfortably on the bed wondering what I should do now.

One part of me says I’m crazy. That I need to have faith that Jenson meant what he said when he told me to stay and that I was his. Then there’s the part of me that says I should leave. The ugly voice inside my head whispers that he was using me. That I was nothing but a conquest. That if I’m still here when he comes back, he’ll just kick me out. That I should leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself.

Gathering my wits, I look for my discarded clothes. I find my shirt and make to retrieve it when my eyes catch on the red blotch marring the pristine white sheets. Frozen, I stare at the spot. The ugly voice in my head starts up again and in a fit of panic I start tearing the sheets from the bed. Just as I get them loose, the door swings open behind me. I jump and cry out as I fist the dirty sheets to my chest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jenson’s angry voice fills the air.

“I…”

“I told you to stay here, in my bed, and wait,” he growls, stalking toward me.

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