Yeah, but the horn feels really good right now.Or at least, from the way her pussy throbbed and instinctively tilted to meet the slow grind of his hips, she imagined it would.
The hand at her throat blazed a path to the top of her sweater and lower to palm her breast. She arched into it and moaned.
The lustful sound was like a bucket of ice water. Not to her body. It burned for more of Avery. But her brain jolted awake, grappled for a strong hold, and shook her, hard.
Jo squeezed her hands between them and pushed. “Avery, stop.”
Chest heaving, he lifted his head. His eyes were nearly black with hunger “Hmm?”
“Please let me go.”
He eased off enough for her to duck under his arm and put some space between them. She braced a hand against the wall when her knees threatened to buckle and ignored her pussy as it screamed for her to forget where she was, who she was dry humping against the wall.
“I’m sorry.”
Sorry for not giving in.
No, no.“For misspeaking.”
He looked confused. Hell, she was.
“When I said that…about you touching me,” she clarified. “That’s not what I meant.”
Avery straightened, and the fingers that had been on her breast plowed their way through his hair. “What the fuckdidyou mean?”
Okay, he was mad. Or maybe just as sexually frustrated as she was. Her body was on vibrate, and she couldn’t turn it off.
She cleared her throat. “You were right about your mom. She was watching us.”
“Oh.” That seemed to be the bucket of ice he needed to catch up with her. “I thought…”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was nervous.”
He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled on a chuckle. “I’m not. That was the closest I’ve been to getting my dick wet in a while.”
If he only knew how right he was. Her panties were drenched. And what did he consider a while? Last week? Last night?
This morning when he left some random’s bed to come pick me up?
That annoying pang in her chest struck again. Jealousy? No, but it was knowing she was nothing more than a convenient hole for his dick.
Get back on topic.
“So, I wanted to talk to you about making some adjustments to the rules.”
He grinned. “Liked it that much, huh?”
Jo rolled her eyes. “Will you be serious?”
Sighing, he leaned a shoulder against the wall and folded his arms over his chest. “What are you thinking?”
“First base.”
“Can I steal second every now and then?”
“In front of your mother?”
The mischievous twinkle in his eyes evaporated, and his upper lip twisted into a snarl. “Never mind.”
