Page 98 of Pieces of Me

I pull back, just enough to look at her. “I love you too.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me?”

Eyes wide, I choke on a gasp. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” she scoffs. “You know you’ve been actively avoiding sex, and I want to know why.”

I sigh, defeated, and then give her the truth, no matter how painful. “The last time we had sex, it wasn’t exactly…” Shame compels me to look away, my nose flaring, eyebrows pinched in anger. “I don’t know. It’s not like I forced you, and you never said stop, but still… it doesn’t exactly make me feel good when I think about it…”

“Holden,” Jamie murmurs, fingers gripping my chin tomakeme face her.

“No.” I shake out of her hold. “I’m fucking ashamed of what I did, Jamie, and I’m trying to be good.”

She chews on her bottom lip a moment, and I know exactly what she’s about to say before she opens her mouth. “But what if I want you to bebad?”

I groan, my cock stirring as blood rushes through my veins. “How bad?”

She pushes forward, running her wet, warm lips from my mouth to my ear. “Dirty…” Then she takes my hand, places it on her bare thigh, slowly guiding it higher and higher. “…filthy…” I find the heat of her center, run the backs of my fingers over her underwear. “…bad,” she moans, her eyes drifting shut.

I don’t even glance around to see if anyone’s watching. I simply shift the crotch of her panties to the side and slip a single finger between her slit. Her head drops forward, resting on my shoulder, her breaths halting when I find her clit, press down gently on it. “Fuck, Holden,” she moans, arms circling my neck, wrapping the blanket around us, shielding our actions.

“I’ve wanted to touch you, Jamie,” I whisper, feeling her thigh muscles tense as I tease her entrance, spreading her liquid pleasure with the tip of my finger. “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy on my tongue. Fuck, I’ve wanted to slide my cock so deep inside you, watch you spread open for me.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I push two fingers inside her, let her warmth coat my flesh. She kisses my neck while I bite down on her shoulder.

She says, “Every morning when you leave for work, I’m still so turned on from the night before that I touch myself.”

“Shit, Jamie.”

“I think about you,” she says, lips moving to mine. “I think about your mouth on me, all over me. I think about you inside me. Like this.” She slides the tip of her tongue along the seam of my lips. “I think about you fucking me.”

Her words set off a flaming desire I haven’t felt with anyone but her. I press an open mouth to hers, let our tongues play, our ragged breaths merge, and I ignore the ache in my wrist from the movement of my hand—fast, hard—the way I know she likes it. I’m so fucking turned on; my dick hurts from being confined. And she’s… goddamn, she’s soaking wet between her legs, and I’m sure I’d be able to hear the evidence of her pleasure if it weren’t for the music. Or the people. She pulls back, biting my lip, and inhaling a breath, before she’s back at it, her hips shifting, circling.

“Eastwood!” I recognize Colton’s voice and force myself to pull back from Jamie.

Just her mouth.

My fingers continue to work her pussy while I jerk my head toward my approaching friend. “What’s up, bruh?”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“Should we stop?” Jamie whispers.

Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m stopping. I press my thumb to her clit, and she smothers her moan into my shoulder.

Once Colton’s stopped beside us, I tell him, “Jamiewanted to come, so…” I curl my fingers inside her, making her flinch and clench around me.

Colton nods toward Jamie, his eyes bleary from the alcohol he’s already consumed. I highly doubt he’ll even remember this conversation in the morning.

“Hey, Colton,” Jamie breathes out.

“It’s good to see you again,” Colton replies. “Are you going to be here long?”

“I’m not sure,” I say, slowly sliding out of Jamie’s wet cunt and moving up to her clit. I rub her slowly, carefully, and her arms tighten around my neck. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s close. These little acts of voyeurism are something we discovered together—a kink we shared on more than one occasion. It started at the daisy field and moved to the dressing room at a thrift store and even the school’s janitor’s closet. It’s the possibility of being watched that drove us wild, had us coming back for more. It’s insane how much of a turn-on it is to think that someone could catch me with my fingers deep in her pussy.Fuck.

“Baby,” Jamie breathes out,andI consider making her come, right this second, in front of Colton. But I don’t, because as fucking illicit and hot as this is, right now, Jamie’s pleasure is for me. And it’s mine, and mine alone.

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