I’m too far gone to stop, so I let him pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. He groans when he sees my breasts, and palms one, weighing it. It feels so good, and I lean into his touch. He gives me a grin as his mouth covers my nipple. I groan, holding his head in place.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He showers the other breast with the same attention as his hips lift. I follow his lead and start rocking against him as he sucks on my breast. Pleasure builds deep inside of me again, and I groan.
“Jafar.”
“I know, little mouse.”
He pulls back, reaching between us. I cry out as he rubs my clit, sending me over the edge. When I come this time, my orgasm is more intense, and it feels like I’m gushing.
Jafar groans. “Fuck me. You just squirted.”
“I’m sorry,” I stutter.
I can definitely feel the wetness soaking into Jafar’s pants. Before I can climb off of him, his mouth crashes over mine, and he kisses me until I feel dizzy.
“You are a fucking wonder, Ellie.” He says when we finally part.
“But I made a mess…”
“And I fucking loved every second,” he says as he kisses me. “The only thing that could have made it better would have to been inside of you when it happened.”
His words make me melt, but I look into his eyes.
“Jafar, we can’t keep doing this. It’s not right.”
“So you’ve said the last three times we’ve done this.”
“You’re right,” I agree. “I feel a pull toward you that I can’t deny, but that doesn’t make it right. Or fair to Jasmine. How would you feel if she were messing around with your best friend?”
He huffs out a laugh. “She already has.”
I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.
“And what did you do?”
“I put a bullet between his eyes.”
I can tell that he’s not joking.
“Jasmine might not shoot me, but it would end our friendship.” I sigh. “I care about her, and I can’t keep doing this.”
There’s a part of me that wants him to say he’s going to fight for me. That we can figure this out together.
He runs his hand through his hair. “I know.”
My chest is tight. I knew that is what he would say, so I can’t be sad about it. I just can’t.
“What do we do from here?”
He says, “The gala is in a week and a half. I think we can avoid each other until then.”
“I think so, too.”
“And I think it’s a good idea if you don’t come back for a while.”
My eyes water, but I nod. “I agree.”