Page 10 of Spin the Damn Bottle

Jason opens the back door for me, and I slide into the large passenger area, set up like a limo’s.

Inside, the car's delightfully warm. I relax on the black butter-soft leather seat.

"I figured your uncle might have taken you on a skiing holiday."Jason sits next to me, closes the door, and the car starts immediately.

Acredible assumption, but an erroneous one all the same. "I've never skied. It's not really Uncle Lucius's thing, and even if it was, he rarely has time for a long vacation."

"I'll take you." The offer crosses his lips easily.

I snort. I guess that brings us right back to my previous point. "I already told you: I'm not your girlfriend, Jason. You're not taking me anywhere." Except back to class, but that's not the point.

"Do we have to do this now?" His car has almost reached the U, and he vaguely waves toward it. "We have class."

"We don't have to do anything. I'm just telling it like it is. At no point have I ever been your girlfriend, and given that I've told you I'd like to stop hanging out, I'm even less so now." My voice rises and speeds up. "Why would I go with you to France, or even Colorado, for Christ's sake!”

I'm not even certain why I sound so upset. I'm not, I'm just stating a fact I need him to acknowledge, going forward.

AtJason's long-suffering sigh, I open my mouth to keep pushing my point.

I don't get to.

Before another word crosses my lips, one of his hands is around my neck and the other, sliding along my thighs and then cupping my pussy. Somehow, even through the thick layers of clothing, his hands burn me. Heat immediately ignites at my core, and I can't think of anything past his touch.

"We've arrived, sir,” I hear through speakers probably connected to the driver at the front.

The car has already stopped by the main gate. I didn't even notice. Not when the hand against my core moves underneath my clothing and slips against my folds.

"I'm aware, David." I can feel Jason's smooth chuckle, close as he is. "We're not ready yet. You might prefer to close the partition.”

Then his mouth is on mine, and I lose sense of space and time. God, I missed the harsh softness of his lips, and the way my body responds to him. I know I have to keep telling him that we're not together until it sticks, until he gets that I don't intend to resume our sick version of a relationship, but none of that seems relevant or important while he's kissing me.

I want more. I need more. And I take it.

A moan on my lips, I open to taste the tip of his tongue and lap at it. Jason grins as he meets me stroke for stroke. His hand around my neck tightens and guides me lower, till my back hits the seats. Hovering over me, Jason moves both hands to my hips. He grasps all the layers of clothing and slides them along my legs in one go.

I glance toward the front of the car, and notice the driver looking into his rearview mirror.

Oh my god!

"He can see," I whisper.

Jason smirks knowingly, and I remember his words.You might prefer to close the partition.He didn'ttellhis employee to do so, and apparently, David prefers to watch us.

“Jason…”

"Tell me in a moment." Without further preamble, he bends over me and puts his mouth right at my pussy, rendering me insane with the first lick.

Jason eats me out like he has all the time in the world, exploring every single one of my folds again and again, as his hands dig into my hips. Mine curl around his soft hair, keeping him right there. The damn butterflies rage in my stomach as my insides burn.

“Jace, I—”

His middle finger joins his mouth, curving inside me.

Back arching, I glance at the driver again. He's still staring. I can't decide how that makes me feel. Having sex with Jason at his club was one thing, but we're right at the front of our school, and this man's his employee. David looks a little like Captain America, if Chris Evans wore rectangular glasses and had longer hair. He's older than us—somewhere close to thirty, at least. He has a bit of stubble on his strong jaw and a muscular body under his dark suit. He looks like he's on his way to court or the financial district. Are we really doing this in front of him?

I could tell him to look away. I should.

I watch him smile at me in the mirror and my core tightens.