A weekend away from home would be nice. How much time would Jack and I really have to spend together? We were there to teach kids, not hash it out. Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.
Before the session ended, he told us Wednesday’s would be after school. At this point, I didn’t care enough to get mad over the change or ask the reasons behind it. I only glared, my usual, and headed for the restroom before going to my last class.
So lost in thought, I didn’t notice Jack had followed me until he leaned a hip against the sinks as I washed my hands.
I startled and jumped away from him as if he might be the devil in disguise, then mentally kicked myself for the reaction. Because of course, he read my retreat as fear, given the smirk on his too-distracting mouth. I forced my gaze away from it, focusing instead on my elevating heart rate.
This was the first time we’d been truly alone since the basement, and my body well knew it.
Jack prowled forward as I stepped back. His face held an expression I wasn’t familiar with, and I had no idea what his intentions were, but my dick was about to make it obvious what Ihopedhis intentions were.
The room wasn’t very big, and his sneer made him seem twice as large. My scalp prickled with awakening instincts as he crowded me more and more with every inch we moved. In seconds, my back hit the tiled wall, and Jack was in my face.
“Hey, Cal.” His citrus breath teased across my mouth and nose.
I blinked and glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. God, anyone could walk in here.
“Jack, we should—”
“Shhh. Nothing to talk about, remember?”
He moved closer and closer, his face inches from mine. My heart hammered in my chest with either fear or anticipation. It could go either way.
I wiped my wet, shaking palms on my jeans. Would he kiss me again? I swallowed and huffed out a breath, lips parting to betray my hope. The prick grinned, lowered his thick lashes, then …
Jack kissed me.
Again!
Holy fuck.
He moved his lips slowly over mine, teasing me until the tip of his tongue curled behind my top lip, trapping it against his. This was nothing like the time before. Actually, I wasn’t even sure this was a kiss at all. Jack could be messing with me, fucking me up even more. The thought of that, of him using this type of offensive attack against me, had my ever-present rage rising in readiness.
He flattened his hands on the wall to either side of my head, then pressed his body into mine like a slithering snake. His chest, then abs, then—lower.
No. Fuck. He wasn’t messing. At least, not in an indifferent way.
A noise rattled out of me when his hard cock brushed mine. I wouldnotadmit it sounded close to a whimper.
Jack chuckled, low and deep in his chest.
And that did it. I bucked forward, forcing him off me, then reached for his throat and slammed him against a stall door.
Jack coughed when I loosened my grip, and then that teasing smile of his grew. I searched for something snarky, or at least, that was the plan, something about him being hard up for me, but he dipped his eyes to my mouth. I gave in, fusing us together again. He fought me, or kissed me, however you wanted to see it.With my hand still trapping him, elbow holding his shoulder to the stall, I lashed his lips with my tongue, then bit them.
He shoved his hand into my hair and forced me off him with a fistful and a growl.
“That’s not how this is gonna work,Princess.”
The sting made my eyes burn. Jack flipped the scales and took control. He barreled into me, pushed me back until he had me bent across the sinks. His erection rubbed mine, and my hips canted for more friction. Then he attacked my mouth.
Time stood still again. Nothing existed outside of our low hums as we kissed and tasted each other, the rustle of clothing as we practically dry humped. It had been so sudden. My lust had skyrocketed from zero to inferno instantly. And unfortunately, so had my need to come. It took over all else. I didn’t care he had me pinned. I didn’t care that anyone could walk in here and see us. Only one thought overwhelmed me. Release.
Fuck.Please let me come.
Jack still had his hand in my hair; the other he had braced beside us. I grabbed his hips and forced him harder against me. He let out a ragged groan, then gasped as if he realized he did it.
More. God, I needed, like, ten seconds.
