Page 42 of Jumping In

“Oh, yeah?” I tease. “What about us?” She’s so damn cute when she blushes.

“Well, um. About Friday?” Again, she says it like a question and a laugh barks from my throat.

“It’s okay, MJ. I talked to Blake and Austin about it too. They were like two girls gobbling up the juicy details.”

She gasps and hits my arm playfully.

“You didn’t tell them about the car, did you?”

“I most certainly did!” I say. She closes her eyes, groaning, but then she giggles.

“I guess we’re even because I told Shannon everything, too.”

I chuckle, figuring that was the case. “Sous, huh?” I nudge her knee with mine. “Are we an us? Is that what you want?” It’s my turn to sound unsure. She bites her lip, and I resist the urge to lean over and get a taste for myself.

MJ shakes her head and my heart drops to my stomach. She clears her throat. “I think . . .” I’m leaning into her, hanging on every word. “I think yes. Yes, that’s what I want. If you want?” She sounded so sure, but then had to ask me that. My girl is scared and I get it. I’m scared shitless myself. But just like when we were kids, if we’re together, I know we can weather any storm.

I lean further into her space and nudge her nose with mine. “Yeah, I want.”

Her eyes light up and the most beautiful smile creeps across her lips. Hooking my knuckle under her chin, I tilt her lips up to meet mine. We both groan as we open for each other, our tongues tangling. We settle into the couch, our mouths never separating, hands exploring and touching.

Her skin is so soft, and she smells of strawberries and sunshine, a heady scent that is driving me wild. I slide my hand down her leg, gripping her thigh and then positioning us so that she’s lying beneath me on the couch. Grinding my now-hard cock into her, she moans loudly. She breaks away from me and looks over her shoulder toward the front garage doors. “Are we gonna get caught?”

“No, the garage is closed for the storm. Doors are locked. No one’s walking in here.” She smiles and then hooks her arms around my neck, pulling my lips back down to hers. I slide my hand up her leg, underneath her shirt and up her torso slowly, growling against her lips when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. As I palm her breast—more than a handful and perfect—she moans softly.

I nip at her bottom lip, then kiss her jaw, neck, and then back up to her lips while kneading her breast.

“Mac, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need . . . more.” She lifts her pelvis, grinding my cock against her. I slide my hand off her breast and down her torso, slipping it under the waistband of her jeans. She’s panting and writhing but not using her words.

“What do you need?” I whisper, sliding my hand down over her jeans to cup her pussy. It’s warm and her jeans are damp.Fuck. Me.

“Rub my clit. Mac, please.” There it is. Choppy, breathy, and perfect. I kiss her deeply, rewarding her for using her words, and then pop the button on herjeans. Lowering her zipper, I tug her jeans down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her T-shirt and pink panties. Slipping my hand under the waistband, the soaked material is cool against the backside of my hand. I slide a finger through her wet heat, and she moans softly, encouraging me. Reaching her entrance, I gather her arousal and then bring it up to her clit, pressing down and rubbing slow, languid circles.

“Oh, my god, yes.”

I kiss her deeply, continuing to rub her clit until she’s bucking her hips. Slowing the pace, I whisper, “Not yet baby.”

She half-groans, half-moans as I move my finger back to her entrance, sliding it in slowly. Twisting my hand, I place my thumb over her clit, not rubbing but giving her the friction I know she needs. She moans again, so responsive my cock is throbbing beneath me. I can’t help but grind into the couch to get some relief.

Slipping a second finger, I pump my hand to match the tempo of her bucking hips. Her wetness coats my fingers as she moans and chants my name. “Yes, Mac. Mac, yes.” I capture her moans with a kiss and continue to finger-fuck her. Her walls flutter around my fingers. She’s so close.

“Come for me.” I press my thumb harder onto her clit, rubbing small circles while pumping her with my fingers, and she detonates. Her release covers my fingers, and she moans so loud I’m glad there’s a storm and no one’s walking by outside. I slowly slide my fingers out of her, stroking her clit through her orgasm as her legs shake underneath me. I grind my cock into the couch once more and groan. Slowly, I pull my hand out of her panties and bring my fingers to my lips.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl before tasting her release. Fucking strawberries and cream. My girl is a dream. She surprises me when she grabs me by the neck and pulls my mouth down to hers, tasting herself and moaning. She slides her hand down to the button on my jeans, but I reach down and grab her hand.

“Mac, I want to.”

“No, I’m good.”

“You can’t be good. I can see the outline of your cock in your jeans.” She slides her hand over the bulge in my jeans and I hiss. “You’re rock solid.”

I lean in and kiss her again. “I promise I’m good. As much as I want you, I want to take things slow.” Take things slow? Where the fuck did that come from? I want to do things right with her, and fucking her on the couch in the garage is definitely not what she deserves, especially for our first time.

“Alright. If you’re sure?” she asks. I nod and slide her jeans back up her legs, redoing the zipper and button. “Can I, um, freshen up?” she asks.

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