And I wasn’t sure of the rules anymore.
Felicity
Jason was in my house.
It shouldn’t have been the only thought consuming my mind as his lips trailed over my skin, nipping and sucking, but it was.
Jason was here.
Because he was worried.
About me.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
I wanted to store it for future reference; to lock it away for the next time I needed to remind myself he wasn’t just a conceited asshole. But I knew it was a dangerous thing—to let myself believe this meant anything more than right here, in this moment. Jason belonged to Rixon. He had the hearts of almost every single person in our small town. There wasn’t room for mine too. Yet, I found myself falling down the rabbit hole anyway.
Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to my room without breaking contact. Our clothes scattered in a haphazard trail from my door to my bed which looked better than ever with a half-naked Jason Ford sprawled over it.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger at me, pushing up on his elbows to watch me. When I reached the bed, he shuffled to the edge, planting his feet on the floor. “You always sleep in a Raiders t-shirt?” He fingered the oversized blue and white shirt, pulling me until I stood between his legs.
“I’ll take the fifth,” I said around a coy smile.
“You will, huh?” His hands painted a torturous path up and down my legs, every time inching higher until his fingers were brushing the apex of my thighs. “I like you in Raider colors.” His eyes glittered with lust, but I tried hard not to read between the lines.
Don’t get sucked in.
Don’t fall for his bedroom talk.
Don’t let this become more than it is.
“But I think I prefer you like this.” He pushed the shirt up my hips, all the way over my body until it was bunched around my shoulders. I pulled it off the rest of the way, baring myself to him.
“Perfect,” his voice was strained and I loved it. Loved that I affected him so much because God only knew, he made me melt.
The old me, the me before senior year, wanted to ask a million questions.
What did this mean?
Did he want me or just hot anger-fueled sex?
Did he feel even an ounce of what I felt for him?
But the new me, the girl with a senior year bucket list, stuffed down all the doubt and willingly walked into the lion’s den. Because deep down, maybe I did want my chance to tame the beast.
Jason smoothed one of his hands up my stomach causing me to shiver. “You like that?” He asked huskily, staring up at me with a lazy smirk. “What about this?” His fingers closed around one of my nipples, pinching, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me.
“Oh God.” I tried to swallow the moan building, but his touch was like kryptonite.
His other hand joined the party, rolling and plucking until my knees began to buckle.
“Jason, stop, I can’t...”
“Too much?”
I nodded, my body melting against him. Before I could catch my breath, he’d pulled me onto the bed and rolled me beneath him. “Do you have any idea how much it turns me on knowing no one has been here?” He slid his hand between us, cupping me. “Except me.”
Jason pressed a finger against me, rubbing me through my damp panties. I wanted him to pull them to the side and touch me, really touch me, but he seemed content in taking his time. Teasing me. Driving me wild.