I palmed him roughly, his groans filling the car. “Shit, Felicity.” My name on his lips was like music to my ears.
“Condom?”
“Glove compartment.”
Of course he kept a stash of condoms in his glove compartment. I rolled my eyes and his brow rose, his gaze hooded, hazy with lust.
With great skill, I managed to lean over and retrieve one. Jason surprised me by capturing my wrists and pulling me down. He kissed me hard, bruising my lips and leaving me breathless. I could almost feel his mind working overtime, hear his thoughts.
But I was too far gone to care. I needed Jason more than I’d ever needed anything before.
It was terrifying.
Exhilarating.
And completely crazy.
He watched me, pupils dilated, as I freed his dick and tore open the wrapper, rolling it over him. His breath was ragged, his muscles rippling with every sharp intake of oxygen.
One hand rested on his shoulder, I rose over him, hooked my panties to one side, and slowly sank down on him.
“Fuuuu
k,” Jason ground out, his hand clamping down on my hip, trying to steady me. But I wasn’t about to let him take the lead. Not now, not when I finally held some of the power.
Even if it was only temporary.
Jason
Felicity looked like an angel. Eyes clouded with pleasure, lips parted in a soft moan.
A dirty sassy angel.
My angel.
She’d caught me completely off guard when she took control. I didn’t think she had it in her, but I should have known better because where Felicity Giles was concerned nothing was as it seemed.
And I fucking loved it.
“Yeah, just like that,” I hummed, driving my hips up as she rocked above me.
It didn’t matter we were by the lake, in the middle of the day where anyone could see us. The second my lips touched her, I knew there was only one way this ended. From the way she was riding my dick, she did too.
My hands roamed over her body, desperate to touch and explore every inch of her skin. Her soft curves, the gentle slope of her hips, her perfect tits.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Jason...” My name slipped from her lips, caught somewhere between a sigh and moan, the needy sound a direct line to my dick.
I wanted to take to control, to grab her waist and show her exactly how I liked it, how I needed it, but she’d worked her voodoo bullshit on me again because I couldn’t do anything but sit back and enjoy it.
Enjoy her.
Every roll of her hips. The way she rose above me ever so slightly, holding the tip inside her and then sinking back down slow and deep. I’d never worried about a girl owning me before because there had never been a girl who had come close. Not even Aimee held that mantle. Felicity was different though. She was everything I never knew I needed.
It was a damn shame I couldn’t keep her. And I couldn’t. Because while she felt fucking fantastic riding me, this, right here, was where we had to end. Before she became the wrong kind of distraction.
The kind of distraction I’d vowed never to fall for.