Page 68 of Pick Me

He rounded the counter and spun my seat so I was facing him. With his hands on either side of the countertop, he caged me in, watching me with impatient eyes. I tried my best to ignore the rush of electricity coursing through my bones. He made that impossible when he pushed forward, his torso pressuring my knees to open. My body fell in line, and he tucked himself into the small opening, his skin warm and inviting.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fulfill my fantasy?”

I crinkled my nose, playing dumb. “What was that again?”

“You on this counter while I eat you out.”

Oh.

“Can I have my breakfast first?” I didn’t want to deny him. Hell, I’d never had my pussy licked, and I’d like to know what it felt like, but I needed to mentally prepare myself for that. Agreeing to it while I was eating the best breakfast I’d ever had would be a mistake.

Jackson backed off, returning my stool to its previous position. My eggs stared at me like I’d lost my mind, but I sighed in relief. At least I’d brought myself some extra time and was able to finish my food. Win-win.

As I ate another bite of my meal, Jackson’s breath skated across my shoulder.

“Finish your breakfast, Pyro, so I can start mine.”

My chews slowed, and that was how they remained as I tried to figure out what to do next. Did I want Jackson to do that? His kisses were mind-blowing, and I could only assume they’d feel just as nice down there, but on the kitchen counter? That would unlock a new level of kink for me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

Last night was just a kiss. This was a hell of a lot more, and if I was trying to avoid talking things through with him now, things would only get worse if I let him eat me out.

This was all too ridiculous. I checked my phone. “Oh, you know what? I’m late for class. I need to get ready.” I scurried past him.

“Sure. Do you want some help?” He smirked when I looked at him. “In the shower. You might have some hard-to-reach places.”

Oh. My. Goodness.

I’d gone too far. A little game of Never Have I Ever had turned Jackson into a fiend, and I didn’t know how I felt about that.

“I’ve been showering by myself for at least fifteen years now, I think I’m good.”

He shrugged. “It’s just an offer.”

“Thanks,” I squeaked out, standing at my door.

“I’m heading out,” he said. I could hear him shuffling behind me, but I was too afraid to turn and see. “I guess we can pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Pick up where we left off?” I couldn’t hide the obvious hesitance in my voice. What happened to Jackson?!

“Yup. Not eating this morning means I’ll be extra hungry later.”

I gulped, immediately averting my gaze.

“I might be a while,” I murmured, trying to make it sound like his words hadn’t sent a thrill through me.

He chuckled lowly, and I felt his towering presence from behind. “That’s okay. I’m patient.”

“I could be all night.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be here tomorrow.”

“I might—”

“You can run all you like, Pyro. Did you forget I’m used to chasing people on the field and I always get my mark?”

Well, shit.

I ran into my room and shut the door.

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