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And I was too, but I was eighteen years old and had already been away from home at UT for a couple of months. I could handle him being away for a few weeks. What I was really thinking about as we waved goodbye and watched him get into the Uber that was taking him to the airport was what was going to happen between Jim and me when he was gone.

“Don’t worry, honey,” my mom sniffed as we went back into the house. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“He will, mom,” I said simply. “It’s Ireland. Not Afghanistan.”

That made Mom laugh and she went into the kitchen to make herself some tea, while I went to the living room and looked out the window at Jim’s house.

The lights were all off, which had me frowning. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but suddenly the idea of sneaking over to his house once my mom went to sleep and letting him ravage me was off the table.

Can a girl get a break?

“I’m gonna go for a walk, Ma,” I said as I stepped out the front door.

I took a long walk around the park, my eyes on his house the entire time. I was wearing a pair of short-shorts again and a mesh tank top with no bra. My nipples were hard as I pictured him letting me in through the front door, leading me over to the couch and stripping me down—or just straight-up forcing me down on my knees in front of him right there on the floor.

I’d never had such submissive fantasies before. This was all new to me, and I’d been so overwhelmed by a persistent feeling of desire for him since we’d first met in the park that I’d been completely unable to focus on anything else.

Good thing I finished all my break homework early…

The neighborhood was quiet, and part of me was still hoping that Jim would be home, but when I reached his house, I saw the doors and windows were closed and the lights were all off.

“Damn,” I muttered as I stood there on the sidewalk as the wind tossed my hair.

I turned away to head back home, but then I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around, a strong hand locked around my arm and spun me around. I cried out in surprise, but another hand clamped down over my lips and I looked up to find myself staring up into Jim’s fierce eyes.

“What are you doing out at night by yourself?” he smiled. “What if there was a big man lurking in the shadows just waiting to kidnap you and take you back to his house and have his way with you?”

Oh, fuck…

If I was wet before, now I was soaked.

“I—I thought you weren’t home,” I whispered as he removed his hand from my lips.

“I was out,” he replied. “But I’m back now.”

“My…my dad’s gone,” I said. My lips stayed open once I was finished.

“I know, I saw the Uber,” he replied. “And you know what time it is now, princess?”

He pressed up against me, letting me feel his warmth, his strength, his hard muscles bulging beneath the thin fabric of his worn white t-shirt.

I could barely even speak, which was a rarity for me.

“What?”

“It’s time for me to take care of you.”

The next thing I knew, I was in his arms as he carried me up the front steps of his house. I leaned out and opened the door and we were inside.

Like one of those scenes in the movies, Jim pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. His hands were on my ass, holding me against him. I threw my legs around his waist and kissed him back as my body came alive for him.

My chest and core were tight and my body was aching for his touch. The thin fabric of my mesh tank was barely there and my hard nipples pressed against his broad chest muscles.

He was wearing sweatpants and I could feel his bulge pressing against the now-wet fabric of my shorts. I was practically begging for his cock and he knew it.

“Not worried about getting in trouble now, aye?” I joked, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing my forehead against his. It was insane how much he turned me on.

“Oh, I am,” he replied. “But I realized something.”

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