Page 48 of Absorbed

Jessie’s fingers curled behind the button of her jeans.

“Wait!” A sharp panic struck her chest.

His fingertip grazed inside the top of her panties.

Her breath caught, and she put her hand on his. “Not yet.”

Jessie groaned, gripped her backside, pushing his hard groin against the inner seam of her 501s. His slippery chest slid up her abdomen. “You’re so hot,” he said, grinding into her crotch.

Stacey’s hands stuck to his sweaty back. “Let’s…I mean…we should...”

Jessie slid off the seat, onto his knees. He took her left breast in one hand and pinched her nipple between two fingers, hismouth wide on her other breast while he rubbed hard on the inner seam of her 501s with his right hand.

She reached to stop him, but clenched her fist and bit her knuckle instead. A wave of heat sped through her.

Jessie smiled up at her triumphantly. Her whole body flushed. Stacey’s brain screamedYES!andNO!in a fog of white noise. She struggled to open her eyes, catching only brief glimpses of Jessie’s teeth and tongue, his hand on her breast. Water droplets streaked down the steamed window.

Jessie removed his hand and his mouth hovered by her ear. “You liked that.”

She moved her hand to his hip. He pushed himself up and her hand slid down to his bare thigh.No boardshorts?Her eyes shot open.

Stacey jerked her hand away. “Jessie, where are your…” She was afraid to look down, and willed him to look at her face. She pushed her hands against his chest, but he wasn’t making eye contact.

Jessie grabbed her button and zipper in both hands, and tore them apart.

“Jessie, wai–”

Every pleasurable sensation Stacey had felt vanished. She gripped the seat with one hand and the seatbelt above her with the other, trying to pull herself up. She wriggled her hips back. “I want your pants...” Stacey’s voice cracked, searching for the next word.

As she scrambled to pull herself upright, Jessie tugged on her jeans in the opposite direction.

“But, I’m not…”

“I want you so bad.” He tugged her pants down, pulling her body back under him in the process. “You know you want me, too.”

Not like this!“Bu…” Stacey squeaked, her face scrunching.What would he do if I stopped him? What would happen?

“I can’t wait any longer.”

“Jess—sto…” She shifted her shoulders and reached toward her panties. He pulled them quickly below her knees and spread her legs.

Fists clenched, Stacey turned her face away from him.

He braced one arm against the seat. His other hand groped her with rough fingers. It was like being probed by sharp sticks.

She squeezed her mouth and her eyes shut, her fingernails cutting into her palms.

Jessie thrust himself inside her. She felt her skin tear. Her abdomen being thrust apart. A guttural moan erupted from his throat.

A tear slid silently over the bridge of her nose. His hair dragged along her jawline, catching in the trail of another quiet tear.

He inched back and pushed inside again. Each time worse than the last, until she was numb to it. She held her breath. Jessie pushed three, four, five times, then collapsed on top of her.

The seatbelt buckle pressed into her shoulder. She shifted away from his weight.

Jessie exhaled. She felt him slide out. He pushed himself up, then eased her knees together and pushed her legs aside. Slouched into the seat.

Stacey pulled herself upright, watching as he pulled his shorts up.

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