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“Jordan,” I moan, hips twisting so I can rub against him. “Do we have to wait to get home?”

“Jenna,” he growls throatily, head falling back as he catches his breath.

Before he can answer, a red-light flashes, letting him know the song that was playing is over. Jumping, we both laugh, Jordan making a face of protest. Putting me down, he pulls me after him to the platform. I let out a yelp as he hits a button, so it rises off the ground. We are up in the air, the moving station surrounded by blinking buttons and dials.

“This is wicked cool,” I whisper behind him as he pulls my front flush to his back. “I want a demo of what you do some time, baby.”

“How about now? Be quiet for me,” he teases with a wink as he glances back at me, putting a finger to his lips. God, he is so cute I can hardly stand it. “Yes, that was it, our song,” he says to the mic after he pulls a big headset on. “Me and my girl’s song, and I am sure some of yours too. Give the hotline a call, tell me what song is yours.”

Giggling behind him as I watch him kill it. He is just so good once he turns it on for the radio. I wrap my arms around him, sliding my hands beneath his shirt, laughing when his voice stutters as he announces the next song. With his pants still undone, I slip my fingers past them, rubbing at the soft dusting of hair leading to his cock.

“Jordan,” I whisper against his neck as I push up behind him. “It would be so perfect here,” I tell him, fingers pushing lower to touch him at last. “That red light on, the music filling the room... wouldn’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” he groans, his head falling back as I stroke him, hoping he likes how I touch him. “You are going to ruin me,” he teases as he shifts enough to let me get my hands on him. He is too thick for me to wrap my fingers around, and I worry about how that will fit inside me. I know it will. It was meant to fit me, and I was meant to take him, I just know it.

Jordan hits a few more buttons, and I gather he is cuing up several songs. That light turns back on, but not because we are on air. It is to set the mood. At least, I hope. Not that I care at the moment if all of Pine Grove hears me giving myself to my boyfriend.

“Jenna, Jesus, baby,” his grunt is low, guttural, his hips moving as I slide my thumb over the slick top.

“I like how it feels,” I whisper, kissing at his throat, loving how I am in control. I feel more in control with him in my life than I ever have. Powerful, even. I am more inspired, more confident, and happier than I have been. In just a few days, he has changed my entire world.

Tonight, right here, he will change it even more.

Chapter Nine

Jordan

Music has never been more important than this moment.

Setting up half a dozen songs for an extended play, my hands fly across the boards. I am stunned I can handle it with Jenna there, her soft body all over me, her hands pumping my aching cock, her mouth telling me how badly she wants me to take her. Tofuck her, she whispers, her sexy voice making me drip all over her fingers.

This is not how I saw this going. Coming to the station after the fiasco at the mall was an instinct. I wanted to go to her place, but I was scared. Afraid I would get there, where she stays with the friend who hit on me, just to have her slam the door in my face.

“Jordan,” her silky voice is at my ear, making my hands shake as I rush to get the long play going. “I can’t think of anything else. I don’t care if it’s fast. I want you inside me so bad,” she whimpers, her breasts brushing against my back as she wriggles against me.

Hitting the button that will give me plenty of time with her, I spin. Lifting her the way I had earlier, I take a few steps, setting her atop the one place free of buttons that could get us caught. Not that I would mind if I recorded our first time to listen to later.

“You will get it, baby,” I purr as I push at her thighs, my jeans sagging at my hips. “First, I want to taste you. I meant it when I said I wanted to taste you the moment I saw you.”

Drawing her close, I kiss her roughly, too hungry for her to be gentle. I pull at her shorts, tearing at the buttons before I yank them down her legs. I moan when I find her without panties. Why is that so hot? Kissing down her throat, I fall to my knees, hands on her thighs, spreading them open even further.

With the red light on us, it makes things feel much more sensuous. I think I ought to get one for my place or hers. Or both. I take a shaky breath as her pussy lays bare before me, the lips wet and glistening red. It’s so pretty. I want to see her pussy in moonlight, in sunlight, in all sorts of light.

Music plays, songs I know will not just last long enough, but set a tone for us. I bend forward, kissing each of her thighs as they tremble slightly. Neither of us knows what we’re doing—but we will figure it out together. Glancing up, I see her biting her lip, her hands propped behind her to hold her up.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby,” I tell her, remembering that she liked when I talked dirty to her earlier. “Don’t close those eyes, I want you to watch me taste you.”

Jenna’s head falls sideways, her hips shifting slightly. Yeah, she likes dirty talk. I will remember that. Hands sliding beneath her bare ass, I lift her slightly, lowering my mouth to cover her wet folds. Her throaty moan the second my tongue finds her swollen clit makes my cock jerk in my jeans. God, the sounds she makes drive me totally crazy.

Even if I have never done this, I find out what she likes fast enough. I suck on her clit, watching her thighs shake and bounce the harder I do it. The longer I flick my tongue at it. Her hands slam down on the counter when I push my tongue inside her, sucking down the sweet juice of her arousal.

“God baby, it’s sweet,” I moan, sucking noisily, the soft sounds of a pop song filling the studio. “I am going to want this every single day. It’s sweeter than candy, baby.”

Jenna moans, her hips rocking slowly as I eat her out, wiggling my tongue, fucking it into her, wanting to make her come before I get inside her. I do not want to hurt her. But I don’t know if I can help it, even if I can make her come first.

“Oh, shit,” she stuns me with her dirty mouth, one of her hands at the back of my head. “Don’t stop, right there. Yes, yes, I love it.” Jenna moans again and I can hardly take the sexy sound. Reaching down, I pull my cock out, pumping it with one hand as I keep eating her.

“I need you to come, baby. It might make it easier to get my cock inside you,” I whisper, watching her as her hair falls back, her hips twisting against my tongue.

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