Page 68 of Love You Like This

Her body arches against mine when I reach behind her and fill my hands with her ass. The cover up she wears has loops large enough for my fingers to thread through in search of her soft skin. I moan against her lips when she reaches up and runs her nails along my scalp.

She breaks the kiss and looks around the nearly empty parking lot. “I need you.”

I look around for a place to park that offers any semblance of privacy. There’s a spot at the other end of the lot that has trees on either side. With inhuman willpower I push away from her and walk around to open her door for her.

“Get in. There's a spot we can go to.” I reach down and adjust my raging hard on.

“Okay.”

I wait until she’s settled to close the door and then jog around to the driver’s side. Without even putting my seatbelt on, I pull out of the spot and cross the lot to the more private location. As soon as I put the Jeep in park, she’s climbing into my lap. It’s a tight fit but neither of us care.

Our lips slam together while she grinds over me. Her hands move down my body until she cups my hardness over my shorts. I throb into her hand as she squeezes me. Her fingers work the laces free. I lift my hips to help her free my cock.

“I don’t have a condom,” I blurt as soon as I realize.

“I don’t care if you don’t. Just pull out.” She’s pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, already positioned just above me.

I throb beneath her, my dick harder than it’s ever been at the possibility of being inside her bare. She waits for me, dragging my tip through her wet folds. I pull her to me for a long deep kiss. I wasn’t expecting to confess my feelings and then fuck in my car in a parking lot. This isn’t very romantic but fuck it. I need her.

My hands move to her hips and pull her down slowly over me. I want to remember every second of this. Her lips part as she slides down my length. Her slick, hot walls feel like fucking heaven on earth.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you, too,” she says before leaning forward and kissing me.

I let her set the pace, anything she does is going to feel incredible for me. She rocks her hips in little circles over me, gliding up and down my length until we’re both breathless. Her walls tighten around me as she falls over the edge. Pleasure explodes through me, and I lift her off my cock, right as I start to come. She whimpers at the loss of me inside her. I press my forehead to hers as ropes of my cum lash against her thighs.

She sits back on my lap and takes my face in her hands. I turn my head and press my lips to one of her palms. Neither of us move as we catch our breath.

Eventually I hunt down some napkins and clean her up. They’re not the softest or most comfortable, but it has to be better than having her thighs coated in sticky cum until we get home. A really fucked up part of me hopes that some of me made it inside her. As if just by being there, it claims her as mine forever.

“Xander,” Dad calls from his study. “Come here please.”

“Okay.” I set my violin down and walk down the hall to him.

He has a huge smile on his face while he responds to someone on the phone. “Yes, he’s right here.” He holds the phone out to me.

I look at him quizzically because who would be calling him to get to me?

“Hello?” I answer.

“Xander?” a feminine voice asks.

“Yes.”

“This Aribella McAntevs from admissions at Juilliard. We’ve had a last-minute opening in our music department.”

My eyes lock with Dad’s as she starts spouting off information that I’m honestly blacking out on. I’m going to Juilliard. Fucking Juilliard. Holy shit.

Dad takes the phone, patting me on the back as I drop down onto one of the chairs across from his desk. I vaguely hear him talking about specifics as he paces around the office. He ends the call and sets his phone down, coming to sit on the edge of his desk in front of me.

“Xander.”

I look up at him.

“You make me so proud. I know your mom would be, too.” His eyes are glassy with unshed tears.

A mom-shaped chasm opens up in my chest. I push to my feet and, for the first time in years, hug my father. He wraps his arms tightly around me. I don’t have a lot of memories of my mom, but I do remember her hugs and listening to her play piano. Tears spring to my eyes, and I let my forehead drop to Dad’s shoulder. A sob rips from my chest.