She nods. Presses her lips together. “We were broke. He never worked, not really. And things got worse and worse as he got older. And sicker. He wasn’t well. Mentally, he could never handle my mother’s abandonment. He wasn’t strong enough to be there for me. He tried at first, but near the end, he gave up. He was too angry at the world.”
“He should’ve been there for you,” I say firmly. My dad isn’t the best, but when things gets tough, he’s there for us as much as he can be. Diane is a major roadblock, but I know if shit got serious, he would put us above her.
At least, I think he would.
“I don’t want to talk about this.” She rests her hands on top of mine and then shoves them off her knees. “I should go.”
I rise up so my face is directly in hers. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“You can’t fix me, Rhett. No matter how much you think you can, it’s impossible,” she says softly.
Reaching for her, I cup the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. “I don’t want to fix you. I like you just as you are.” I press my lips to hers, our mouths parting, the lingering kiss soft and perfect, and just like that, my dick stirs to attention.
“Then you’re crazy, because I’m a nightmare,” she says, but I kiss her again to shut her up. The kiss turns deeper, our tongues lazy, my other hand slipping beneath her sweatshirt to touch her soft, smooth skin. I slowly push her so she’s lying flat on the bed, her legs dangling over the side of the mattress, and then I’m reaching for the waistband of her leggings, tugging them off until they’re a crumpled ball on the floor.
“Just let things happen,” I tell her, kissing her stomach, darting my tongue in her belly button. “It’s like you want to control every aspect of what’s happening between us, and that’s not how this sort of thing works.”
“That’s the problem.” I watch her as she stares up at the ceiling, her expression woeful, like she’s so utterly confused she doesn’t know which way to turn, or how to think. “I don’t have any experience with…relationships.”
“I don’t either.”
She lifts her head, glaring at me. “Really?”
I shrug, not comfortable reviewing my relationships over the years when I’m about to go down on this girl. “I’ve had a few girlfriends. Nothing too terribly serious.”
“Uh huh,” she drawls, lying back down so she can look at the ceiling once more. I grab her thighs, spreading them slowly so she’s on full display, pretty and pink and glistening. I drape first one leg, then the other over my shoulders, pressing my mouth against her inner thigh.
“Take off your sweatshirt, Jens,” I whisper against her skin, my breath, my closeness making goose bumps rise. “You’re gonna be here for a while.”
Jensen does as I tell her without hesitation, whipping that sweatshirt off so she’s once again naked. She truly has the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. All long limbs and perfect proportions, breasts that are a generous handful and topped with rosy nipples. A round ass and assured hands. I could feast on her for hours.
Days.
I dip my head and nuzzle her pussy just before I start licking. She moans, scooting down so her pussy is even closer to my face and I give her all I’ve got, licking and sucking and teasing with my tongue. Sliding first one, then two fingers deep inside her, my lips attach to her clit. She bucks against my face, her fingers going into my hair like she never wants to let go, and I slip a third finger inside of her, stretching her wide. Filling her up.
This is all about her, this moment, right now. I just want her to come. I’m here to make her feel good. That’s it. No expectations, no selfishness either. I’m here, at her service.
Going down on her like this is making me hard too. I grip my cock with my free hand and stroke. Once, twice, establishing a rhythm, the same one as my fingers inside her. She grinds her pu
ssy against my mouth. I’m buried in her, and when I flick her clit in a particular way, her entire body goes tense before that orgasm washes over her, making her cry out.
I open my eyes, watching her fall apart against my lips. She’s so fucking sexy when she does that, completely uninhibited, offering me a glimpse of the real her. The raw, vulnerable version of Jensen. This is what I want, what I crave. The real girl, the sweet one who’s giving in bed, who wants me, who responds so beautifully to everything I do to her.
She’s not even finished with her climax and I’m crawling on top of her, slipping inside of her. I pound her hard, fuck her with everything I’ve got, grunting with every thrust, my vision hazy, my brain blank. I’m going on pure, primal instinct, and I feel like some sort of caveman, taking what’s mine.
That’s the weird thing about me and Jensen. Since the moment I first saw her, I felt like she belonged to me. There’s some sort of undefined connection to this girl that I want to explore further.
But first, I need to find out why she lies.
And what she’s hiding from me.
I’m leaving the gym when I first spot her, covered from head to toe in black as she waits under the building’s overhang and out of the rain. It’s stormed all day, and now it’s lightened to a faint drizzle, darkness fully settled in since it’s six o’clock on a mid-November evening.
Smiling, I approach Jensen, pleased that she waited for me. I told her I had basketball practice earlier, when we were texting. I even told her where I practiced, though pretty much everyone on campus knows what gym we use. I didn’t outright ask her, but I’d hoped she would’ve sought me out tonight. I still haven’t mentioned the family dinner in celebration of Addie’s birthday tomorrow at the Cheesecake Factory, and I wanted to ask her in person from the start, though I never really got around to it.
“What are you doing here? Waiting for me?” I ask when I get closer. She’s wearing black leggings and a giant oversized black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head, reminding me of some Star Wars overlord.
Jensen rolls her eyes, a tiny smile teasing the corners of her mouth. “No, I’m waiting for someone else. Of course, I’m waiting for you, Rhett.”