Page 28 of Not Falling for the Forward
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Jack
Fuck, how did that end up so bad?
I’m driving Emily home, and she won’t even look at me. She has her body turned towards the door, her chin resting on her hand as she stares out the window. I have tried making conversation with her, but her answers are short, as if she is somewhere else in her thoughts.
Does she regret kissing me? I thought it was her idea—she’d used the frigging oldest trick in the book having me bend over her on the table. God the thought of her ass in those jeans pressed against my cock is making me hard again. Then actually being blessed with a handful of it, well two handfuls actually. Fuck, her arse is perfect, just the rightamount of solid and squishy that makes me know she goes to the gym to keep it perky but that it’ll also wobble in the best way when she’s bouncing on top of me. Okay, there’s no more making me hard. The tent is officially erected. God, should I even be thinking like this? She clearly didn’t enjoy it. Unless it’s the fact that she was seen with me that is the reason she is being so quiet.
Fuck it. We’re adults. I’m asking.
“Was it not good?” I blurt. This seems to startle her out of her stupor and she turns to face me. I can see her cheeks going pink in the light from the dashboard and the hint of a smile grazes her lips before it’s gone. If we weren’t stopped at traffic lights so I could look at her I would have missed it.
“No,” she says quietly.
“What!?” I almost shout, my eyebrows disappear into my hairline. I’ve never had anyone complain before.
“HA!” Emily barks and it’s nice to hear her laugh. But shit, did she think the kiss was bad?
“So, it was bad?” I ask. Kind of but hurt that she would actually laugh at me. She sighs and turns her full attention to me before saying, “No Jack, it wasn’t good. It was fucking mind blowing.” She slumps back in her chair with a sigh.
“Oh,” I say, a little smug. “And mind blowing is bad?” I ask.
She gives me an incredulous look. “No, that’s not what’s bad. It’s just…” She sighs again, giving up on what she was about to say.
“Just…” I prompt. I want to know.
“Never mind,” she shakes her head and faces the window again folding her arms across her chest.
I don’t bring it up again until we pull up on her drive and I turn the car off. I want to be able to look at her face to judge her reactionswhilst we talk. I release my seatbelt and turn to face her fully. “So, tell me why ‘mind blowing’ is bad…” I prompt.
Her eyes meet mine and flare, she takes a quick inhale of breath, caught off guard by my question. If she thinks I’m letting her go with things unresolved she really doesn’t know me. She lets out a small huff and asks, “Honestly?”
“I’ve been nothing but honest with you, Em, I’d appreciate the same back.”
“That’s fair,” she states, now unable to meet my eyes, a flush starting to work its way up her neck. Oh, so she’s embarrassed at what she’s about to say.
I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger forcing her to meet my eyes. “Just tell me,” I whisper. “Please.”
“It’s bad because it made me want to fuck you.”
Oh. That's not what I was expecting.
Her pulse quickens in her neck under my fingers, that blush getting stronger on her cheeks. I don’t drop the eye contact as I lean in closer, our noses millimetres apart. I decide to push. “And do you still want to fuck me?” I ask, my voice dropping an octave.
“Yes,” she whispers almost too quietly for me to hear, a mere pass of breath through her lips. But that breath is enough for me to know that if I was to kiss her again, right now, we’d do just that. She would lead me into her house, I would take her upstairs, and I would bury myself inside her for the rest of the night. Ireallyfucking want to, I want to know what she tastes like, I want to feel that pussy tight and wet around my cock and I’m desperate to know what noises she makes when she comes.
“Tell me why that’s bad, Em.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own anymore, I’m wound up so tight.
She heaves a sigh. “It is bad because I would be using you as a rebound, to get over my ex and I don’t think anyone deserves that,” she admits, guilt plastering her face. I almost lose it and tell her to use me. Use me for tonight let me help you get that cunt out of your head, let me make you feel better. But I think she is trying to tell me that if I have her tonight, if she uses me for that, it will be the only time I get her, I won’t see her again. And I know that once I’ve had her I am going to want so much more than one night. So, I let go of her chin and drop my hand to her thigh.
I stay in her space, letting her feel the heat from my body, like I can feel hers. Our lips are almost touching; I can feel her panting breaths over my lips. Her deep emerald eyes are glazed with lust. I slowly graze my hand up her thigh and ask, “Do you have a vibrator, Emily?” She pulls back slightly to study my face as if unsure if she heard me right. I just lift a brow and wait for her to answer.
Her eyes switch between watching my hand advance on her thigh and my face. When she accepts that I’m serious she answers on an exhale, “I have a few.”
“Hmmmm,” I groan in the back of my throat at the thought of her using them. “Do you have a favourite?” I ask, and she hums in assent.
Her attention is now firmly fixed on my hand as it slowly inches closer to the apex of her thighs. I go slowly, giving her the time to stop me. Her bottom lip is in her mouth again and she chews it whilst she watches my hand. I can’t take my eyes off her face, I know the hunger I see there is reflected on my own. She gasps when my thumb grazes over her warm pussy and I add a slight pressure there. Her jeans are damp under my thumb and I can only imagine how wet she is for it to have seeped all the way through her jeans.
