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Being picky was a luxury a woman who hadn’t seen a real-life cock in four years really didn’t have.
He shook his head and raised his hand in the air. “So I screwed up your ride. Shit happens. Let me make it up to you.”
His mesmerizing eyes widened, and he flashed me a dimpled smirk. “It’s not money I’m going to give you.”
I felt his thumb stroking my stomach, barely touching, teasing,
I licked my lips and blinked, astonished. Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Jaime Followhill was hitting on me. Blatantly. In the parking lot. In plain sight.
But it was the sixth and last class that changed my life forever.
and Vicious, Jaime’s BFF, hadn’t cut anyone’s face and adorned their forehead with a satanic symbol just to burn time.
James Charles Followhill III.
“I don’t only want to fuck a teacher. I want to fuck my Lit teacher. She’s got sass, great ass, long legs, and even though she thinks I haven’t figured her out, I know that behind the prissy disguise is a woman who curses like a sailor and can outdrink anyone on my football team.” Damn right, I could.
He grabbed me by the waist and spun us around so his back shielded my whole body from the windowed door. He pulled me into him, and my body melted against his like hot butter. “I won’t tell,” he whispered into my neck,
Jaime Followhill kissed me, the most intoxicating kiss I’d ever had.
“You’re covered by me,” he murmured into my neck, nipping my skin with his teeth and moving south.
“Is mine until school ends. I will eat it, fuck it, play with it, and sleep in it if I want to. And I want to. I wanna do all those things to you.”
“We’re going to be exclusive. If I catch you spreading those toned legs for anyone else, he’s gonna regret he was born with a dick.”
“My cock will only have two homes. Your mouth and your pussy. Ass, too, if you’re feeling adventurous.” Mother of God.
Oh, Melody, you are so fucked. Luckily for me, I was about to get fucked even harder.
Crap. I couldn’t resist him in my current state. His erection dug into my ass, and I swallowed.
His warm lips whispered into my ear. “Get in and get naked.” It was an order.
Booze and eighteen-year-old jocks who are hung like a horse made this girl hella happy.
I licked my lips, sounding dumber than an Adam Sandler character. I was so out of my element. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Down on your knees, Greene.”
Perfect, perfect, perfect. And he fucking knew it, the bastard.
My Lit student was giving me a sex-ed lesson.
“Now suck, in and out,” he whispered, grabbing the back of my head and moving it back and forth.
Jaime kicked one of his flip-flops off and dug his toe into the fabric of my underwear. It was humiliating…and so fucking hot. He used his toe to lower the waistband of my undies with a loud growl. Once my sex was exposed, his toe honed in on my clit.
“Making you come. Keep sucking, Greene.”
He was so filthy. It was beautiful.
“Not all women like the same things in bed,” I croaked when his face was level with my pussy. “True, but all women like me in bed.”
“Baby, I’m just breaking you in for the future.”
“Once I’m done, you’ll be begging for missionary.” I believed him.
“Ms. Greene…” he started, cupping my cheek. I leaned into his hand before I realized what I was doing.
“You’re it. You’re so. Fucking. It. Smart, sassy, and witty, and unimpressed with all the wealth and bullshit drama around you. You have no idea how hot you are. Which makes you even hotter. This is fucking happening, baby. We’re happening.”
“Just until school ends,” I whispered into his warm muscular shoulder, trying to convince myself more than him.
“This ends the last day of school,” he agreed. We had a deadline. We had a plan.
It was the devil in hell down below, rattling the earth with his laughter. Laughing at me. At how wrong I was.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything with him in the room. There were no words spoken between us.
“Would you like to come in?” I sloped my chin down, biting a smile. He, too, grinned at his shoes. We were giddy. I liked that. I liked that and I hated that I liked that. “Nah…I can’t. Football practice for the exhibition.
He nodded. We stood there, staring at one another, before he shrugged and closed the space between us with a long step. “Screw this shit, I missed those lips.” Then came a hard, desperate kiss where his lips assaulted mine for a good minute.
“Flip your dress up.” I did, without even blinking. He should’ve been the teacher with that kind of authority. Exposing my baby blue panties, I awaited further instructions. “Turn around and bend down to touch your toes, Little Ballerina.”
That he was a crazy stalker. And that I absolutely liked that about him.
“This week was an introduction,” he warned. “Today…today, baby, I’m marking you as mine.”
“Jaime, wrap up and get in before I die.” My voice trembled. “Shh,” my stalker said, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth, still teasing my entrance from behind. “You just keep holding on to those toes, ballerina. I’ll take care of the rest.”
By the time he went home, around midnight, I couldn’t feel my clit. Or my legs. Hell, not even my feet. But he’d made his point crystal clear. And me? I wanted him to make it all over again.
For the boy who felt too much like a man. And, sadly, for the guy who filled the void in me with more than just his arousal and hot flesh.
but hey, I found a hot boy who knows how to go down on a woman thirteen different ways),
The minute my dream of becoming a ballerina died, so did their pride in me. I was never quite good at anything else, and I guess they knew that.
The kid was honking his horn at people like his daddy owned this town. Unfortunately, his daddy did own this town. Vicious’s father was so rich he hit lists like Forbes and shit every single year.
Everybody knew who he was, and more importantly, who he was going to be—a powerful, lawless cretin and the heir to a huge portion of the business interests in Todos Santos.
The Four HotHoles were up to something, I knew. And it didn’t look like this was a voluntary game, like Defy. It looked serious.
But Jesus, this kid was as fucking intimidating as Satan himself.
