“Well maybe …” I began.
Jason didn’t look at me, still gazing out the window, his body tense with power and energy, despite his refusal to answer.
“Maybe,” I swallowed, continuing once more. “You could share?”
The big man’s head whipped around then.
“Share?” he rasped, disbelieving? “What do you mean, share?”
I colored, flushing once more, my nipples growing tight.
“I mean,” I said hesitantly. “There’s only one of me, and two of you, but I’m okay with you know … sharing.”
Jason just shook his head at me.
“What the fuck makes you think that either Brent or I would be okay with sharing?” he ground out. “I don’t share, and I know Brent fucking doesn’t either.”
I shook my head determinedly this time.
“It’s my body,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “and if both of you want in on the goods then you’re gonna have to share,” I said firmly.
There was no sound from Jason this time.
“Have you told Brent this?” he asked slowly.
I took that as a good sign. Jase wouldn’t have asked the question if he wasn’t okay with it himself on some level or another.
“No,” I admitted, shaking my head. “No, because this is all a surprise,” I said slowly. “I mean, I only lost my virginity yesterday and now … I had no idea that there were two men interested,” I finished.
Jason snorted then.
“Really, no idea?” he drawled, eyeing me up and down, letting his gaze trail over my generous breasts, my tiny waist and wide hips. Oh god, I’d felt sassy this morning, my first day as a non-virgin, and had dressed sexier than usual. Instead of my regular jeans and loose t-shirt, today I was wearing a tight baby tee with a denim skirt that was perfectly fine when I stood. But here, sitting in the cab, the skirt had pulled up so that the fabric just brushed the bottom of my pussy, my generous thighs on display, creamy, white, spread against the leather of the seat. And oh god, if you looked closely, you could even see the fabric of my tiny pink panties, peeping out just a bit. Flushing, I squirmed while trying to pull down the skirt, which just made it worse. If anything, the fabric inched up more, displaying more of the panties and the tiny damp spot right between my legs.
“Oh god!” I breathed, squirming more before reaching for my book bag and pulling it onto my lap, desperate to cover the evidence of my arousal. “Don’t look,” I whispered, cheeks burning as I met Jason’s knowing gaze.
“Like I said,” he rumbled, eyes hot on my breasts, his shaft stiff and heavy through the denim of his jeans. Were my eyes deceiving me or was there a wet spot at his crotch too? Like his penis was seeping pre-cum, the mere proximity to me so arousing that his body was already preparing itself for me, preparing to blast into my warm insides?
I creamed more, literally pressing my bag down on my lap now, grinding it against my clit slightly.
But Jason chuckled knowingly, rumbling deep in his throat.
“I think, baby girl, that we’ll be sharing whether or not Brent agrees,” he drawled dryly. “Because your body wants me, that’s clear, and fuck little girl, but I want you.”
With that, he leaned over and kissed me in the truck cab, seizing my lips between his, his mouth commanding and alpha as he took what he wanted. The heat between us ratcheted up a hundred degrees in two seconds, and suddenly I was pressing my breasts against his chest, stroking his strong shoulders, and worming myself closer to his masculine heat when he broke away, eyes alive, staring at me hungrily.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rasped before switching on the ignition and revving the motor. The tires squealed as we pulled once more onto the road, barreling at about sixty miles an hour. And I openly gaped at him, breath coming fast, body excited. Because what had just happened? We’d shared a kiss but it’d been so much more than that. It’d been wild, arousing, and utterly devastating because it was so short.
But Jason ignored me, hands sure on the steering wheel. His blue gaze was fixed on the road, jaw set.
By the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, my heart had calmed a little, but only slightly. I shot the big man a swift look before opening the door, slowly maneuvering myself out of the huge vehicle. And when I stepped onto the pavement, the alpha male was waiting, his big form deceptively relaxed, leaning against the front of the hood with a small smile playing around his lips.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rumbled, and with that the bell rang, signaling first period. But inside, I was a trembling mess. When? Where? How? All I knew was that I wanted Jason … no, Ineededhim. So the rest of the day was a waste. I couldn’t focus on anything, could barely see or hear, daydreaming, thinking of nothing but my situation.
But a hissing sound caught me ear during third period, interrupting my reverie.
“Katy,” whispered my friend June, a bubbly blonde who was more annoying than anything else. But we’d been fast friends for a couple years now. In fact, June was kind of my only friend at this ritzy school. So I turned to see what the matter was.
“Yo, look,” she whispered again.