Page 65 of Jace
When he lifts my leg higher, wrapping it around his waist, devouring me whole in the process, he makes an exciting noise,which results in a husky rumble. The sound makes me thrust against him again, pulling him closer so I can feel every fucking inch of him.
I start to knead his ass because, God, thisass,and he laughs into my mouth.
“You like that, yeah?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, I do.” I nudge his nose with mine, making him gasp, which results in me attacking his mouth again.
We just can’t seem to stop. All this pent-up frustration of the last weeks–or months, even–comes pouring out, and if we don’t leave right the fuck now, I’m going to drop trou and let him fuck me right then and there against the wall.
And of course, right when I’m thinking about it, the door bursts open, and the loud music from the bar comes crashing in, bursting the bubble we were in.
Well, only my bubble then. Because Tyler, who’s so lost that he apparently doesn’t notice shit, just continues to lick a path down my cheek through my neck, still humping happily against me, making me groan each time, which I should stop because Lamar is staring at me.
Fucking Lamar.
“Ty–” I let go of his ass and grab onto his hair again, trying to pull his head back.
“No. I’m sure, I told you. Stop asking,” he murmurs, ignoring my pulling at his hair, letting his tongue slide lower.
“No, Ty–” I gasp, because shit, thattongue.
“Shut up,” he growls, surging forwards again, even though there isn’t any room left, flattening me against the wall.
“Oh, God–”
“Oh fuck no! Now you’ve made me lose twenty bucks to Missy,” Lamar finally says, after he had shut the door behind him, making our little hallway a lot quieter again.
Tyler freezes at that, and I can see the exact moment he finally notices that we got interrupted. “Wha?”
He lifts his head, looking absolutely freaking irresistible with his dark hair sticking all over the place, and his lips all red and puffy.
“Twenty bucks, dude. Couldn’t you tell me about this?” Lamar, who lost his shirt but picked up a shitton of extra glitter along the way, looks pissed-off and–
“Is that a neon-painted dick?” I ask, taking in his huge torso which has all kinds of drawings on it now.
“That’s not the issue! What is this?” He waves his big hand to me and Ty. “I just lost a bet to my girlfriend.”
“She cheated,” I happily reply, still flat against the wall because of Tyler, who still is struck speechless. “She already knew about this. At least a little bit.”
Now Tyler frowns at me, getting out of his stupor. “She did? I thought she did, she looked at me funny.” His gorgeous eyes widen. “But what if everyone knows? Did she tell–”
“Don’t worry about it.” I grab a hold of his face, which I’m now finally allowed to touch. “She’s the only one.” I flick a look Lamar's way. “Well, at least on my end. We can trust that she’ll shut up about this, she didn’t even tell her own boyfriend. I have known her my entire life, I trust her.”
Something shatters in his gaze. “Shit, I don’t mean you couldn’t trust–”
I kiss his puffy lips softly this time, ignoring a chuckling Lamar, lingering a little bit too long because I can. “I know. I’ve been there, okay? We can figure this out on our own. They won’t tell.”
“How are you so sure?” he asks quietly, looking mighty unsure himself, his hand still clenching my leg. I’m kinda glad that he apparently doesn’t care that much about his best friend seeing this, which makes some very small sliver of fear vanish.
I just can’t help it. I’ve been beaten to a pulp just for kissing a guy before.
“I’m sure because I know a hell of a lot of incriminating stuff about our sweet Missy. If she’ll tattle about us, more importantly about you, I’ll whip out the baby pictures. She wasn’t a pretty baby.”
“Ahh no, don’t say that,” Lamar closes the distance between us, making me reluctantly let go of Ty. “She’s pretty. If she was an ugly baby does that mean that she, you know…” He comes closer and pretends to whisper, his big hand around his mouth. “Did she get something done?”
I snort at that, shaking my head. “No. She’s not a plastic surgery kinda girl.”
“Then you’re a liar. She couldn’t have been ugly as a kid. Not possible.”
