Page 56 of Habits

She crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re imagining it,” she deadpans, sarcasm dripping off her words. “The whole school saw you.”

I watch her carefully, the hard line of her lips. A sliver of something, I’m not sure what, flashes in her eyes, but it’s soon gone.

My eyes narrow. “Are you jealous, Princess?”

“Me? Jealous? Of what? Not getting an STD?!” She throws her head back, laughing, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m sorry to inform you that we already slept together. Welcome to the dark side,” I deadpan, annoyed.

“Ugh … do not remind me of that.”

“Why the hell not?!”

Why is she resisting this so much? I know she wants me, craves me even. Just like my body craves hers. Standing here like this, so close I can touch her, I feel her body respond to me.

Jeanette shakes her head stubbornly. “It was a slip. A moment of weakness.”

I give her a knowing look.

Who are you trying to fool, Princess?

She keeps pouting, her hands crossed under her breasts in defiance. But I see it for what it is—a weak attempt at holding back. Nibbling at her lip, I see her shift from one leg to the other.

“And at school was another slip?” I take a step forward, my hands caressing hers softly. “Coming here to the party, too? Just a slip?”

I take another step forward, bringing us chest to chest. My leg slips between hers, her center brushing against my thigh as she tries to adjust to my intrusion. But not objecting. Never objecting. Never pulling back.

Jeanette tilts her head back, her eyes meeting mine. Wide and slightly glossy.

“Yes!”

“What yes?” I murmur as my head bows down, my lips tracing the column of her neck.

Kiss after soft kiss, I taste her sweet skin on my lips, brushing over tender flesh.

“Just a s-slip …” Her voice gets lost as I nibble the place behind her ear. She shudders, her fingers gripping my forearms.

So responsive.

I pull back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing heavy. Brushing a strand that has a will of its own behind her ear, I let my hand slip into her hair, my fingers tangling with her wavy strands.

“Well, you’re slipping an awful lot, Princess.”

Guiding her head to the side, I slowly bow down and take her lips with mine, the kiss slow and demanding. Thorough. She moans loudly, the sound filling the small space and going straight to my dick, making me even harder than just a few seconds ago.

Apparently, Jeanette likes it because she starts grinding against me, the movement steady and sensual. Her hands go up my arms and around my neck, her full tits pressing against my hard chest.

She slips her tongue in my mouth, making me groan. I meet halfway, our tongues twisting and twining while our hands roam over each other’s bodies.

Up and down.

Down and up.

Her hand slides down my chest and underneath my shirt, her fingers brushing against the bare, taut skin of my stomach. Her nails are softly scraping over my abs and making my dick twitch in my pants, the hard length pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

My eyes fall closed at the sensation, my hand at the nape of her neck tightening. She nibbles at my lower lip, biting softly into the sensitive flesh and tugging at it.

I groan again, breaking the contact. I free my hands to slide them down her sides. My fingers curl around her hips, and in one swift movement, I lift her in the air and place her on the counter.

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