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“You and Jace ever make school a more interesting place together?” I quip, chewing on my tasteless sandwich.
Quinn smirks at me. “You’re really jealous of him, aren’t you?”
“A little,” I admit. “I’m still pissed at him for muscling in on you on Friday. And a little jealous of how smart you both are.”
“You’re smart too, JT,” Quinn replies. “Besides, you should probably know that smarts don’t turn me on.”
“No?” I ask, suddenly more interested.
“No. My tastes run a little wilder. A little sweatier and more masculine. Kind of like you.”
“Like me?”
“Exactly like you,” he returns. The bell signals the end of lunch, but I can’t look away from Quinn, my heart thumping hard in my chest as he holds my gaze. Neither of us moves from our table even as the cafeteria clears out around us.
“Better get to class,” Quinn finally says.
“Yeah,” I agree because I have nothing clever to say. Not when all I want to do is grab him and kiss those smart, pouty lips on his gorgeous face. When all I want is to haul him somewhere private so I can do to him what he just did to me in Mr Allan’s office.
But I don’t. Instead, I pull myself to my feet, waiting as Quinn does the same until we’re the only ones left in the room.
“Go recite some Shakespeare in Advanced English class for me,” I say.
“Go get hot and sweaty in P.E for me,” he replies with an evil looking grin. I snort out a laugh as Quinn heads for his very smart Advanced English class and I trudge to P.E in the opposite direction.
But as I watch him walk away in those tight grey pants, the ones that have my brain short circuiting once again, I note that while Quinn might not be turned on by academic prowess, I’m recently discovering for myself that I most certainly am.
CHAPTER 18
quinn
JT is a little tease and I can’t concentrate. It’s Tuesday after school and he is at my house, sitting beside me at my desk where he is supposed to be working on his maths homework. He’s not working on his maths homework. He’s distracting me. And doing a very good job at it I might add.
“Don’t you have a maths quiz tomorrow to study for?” I rasp as his hand tightens on my thigh and his mouth traces my neck.
“Yes but I seriously doubt another twenty minutes is going to make any difference for me,” he says, grip sliding an inch higher.
“I tell you what, give me half an hour to finish my English paper and I’ll give you a blowjob,” I try to bargain with him.
“I was kind of hoping I could give you the blowjob,” he replies. All the air whooshes out of my lungs at those tempting little words, words I had not expected to hear from my shy boy.
“Is that really what you want to do?” I ask, needing to be certain we’re not just going along here at my pace.
“It’s what I so desperately want to do,” he replies, pulling back to look at me. Those puffy pink lips taunt me in a way that has all my willpower flying out the window.
“Okay then,” I rasp, English paper instantly forgotten. He grins at me and it’s all I can do to smile back as he leans forward and plants his mouth on mine.
Next minute we’re kissing frantically, all hands and teeth and tongues as JT pushes me back into my chair and grapples with my pants button. There’s no decorum here, just a sense of desperation now that we’ve both given in to what we really wanted to be doing anyway.
JT drops to his knees as he pulls my pants down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to him. His eagerness melts away as hesitation takes over but it’s gone just as quickly. He visibly steels his resolve, laser focused on what he wants.
“Tell me if I get this wrong,” he says, his shyness and innocence shining through in a way which has me groaning.
“Nothing you do will be ever wrong, JT,” I assure him. But it’s impossible to be the one in control right now with the way he is focusing so hard on me. I’m already a mess and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
That changes when he reaches out a soft hand, gripping me gently.
“Fuck, I love this,” he whispers, almost reverently and I have to bite down on my hand to stop from whimpering.
