[chapter eighteen]
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Rated R: Naughtiness ahead!
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~Jeffy's POV~
Oh, fuck that.
I grasp both her shoulders and shove her against the trunk of the car, mashing my lips to hers as she whimpers slightly at the sudden contact between our bodies.
I'll show her who's chicken.
I thrust one hand into her hair and pull her head closer to mine as my other hand snakes down and slowly raises the fabric of her skirt.
Oh. Holy. Shit.
No panties. Just soft, smooth skin.
I think I've died and gone to heaven.
She moans into my mouth as I caress her, my other hand still tangled in her hair, giving her no leverage to pull away from me. She grinds against my hand as I continue to stoke her, my lips pressing against the throbbing vein in her neck as her moans increase in volume and intensity.
God, I want her so bad I can taste it.
"Jeff … please … please … doitdoitdoit … please … " She softly pleads over and over, and I can't help but smile.
Who's in control now? And what happened to 'Mr. Gordon'?
"I thought I was a chicken?" I murmur against her lips. "I thought you couldn't stand a man like me."
"Jeff … please … "
"Say it." I command and I can feel her smile against mine.
"Do.It." Jasmine says clearly. "Now."
"Louder."
"Now!" She practically screams and I laugh.
Well.
Okay then.
Within moments I'm inside her, thrusting against her, her thighs pressed against the cold metal of the trunk. She claws at my back as she sighs in pleasure, my own moans mingling with hers as stars explode behind my eyes after only a few moments.
We lean against each other for a few minutes, our breathing echoing loudly in my ears. After a few more seconds I pull away and rezip my pants, gently tugging her skirt back down to where it belongs.
Then, reality hits.
"Oh my god - we just had sex in your street!"
Jasmine laughs as she pushes away from the trunk and kisses me tenderly on the lips, her hand cupping my cheek affectionately. "You naughty boy." She murmurs as I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.
"I can't believe we just … "
"Feels good, doesn't it?" She cuts me off, and I try to hide my smile. "I knew it!" She laughs triumphantly. "I knew you would get off on it. I knew it."
"Um. You ready to go get dinner?" I say instead, walking back around to open the car door for her.
"No."
"No?"
Oh. I see. She doesn't want to be with me tonight. She just wants me to have sex with her in the middle of the street.
I feel like a heel.
"No." She repeats, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek. "I want to go to your place, order in something to eat, and sit around and talk and kiss and sex and laugh. Okay?"
She looks at me, as though asking for permission.
That's the best offer I've had in … years.
"Okay." I say, helping
her into the car. "Very okay."