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After School, PT. 3
🕑 Added 2025-01-26 16:00:02 +0000 UTC“How does this make you feel, Vi?”
“Hot,” she whispered, hands balled into fists at her sides.
“And this?”
He placed a wet kiss on her neck and felt her body vibrating under his hands.
“Makes me feel weak,” she whispered.
That’s all he needed to know. He stepped back. Immediately, her nerves came back, but he didn’t give her time to get her defenses in place. He crouched and hoisted her over his shoulder.
“Jesse?”
He didn’t answer her because it was taking all of his discipline not to toss her on the ground and sink himself inside her. She was skittish, uncertain, scared. He wanted her to enjoy this. He wanted her to crave it as much as he did, which meant taking this slow.
He closed her door to the bathroom behind him. If their parents came home and saw his bedroom door closed, they wouldn’t think anything of it. If they went to Violet’s room and saw the bathroom door closed, they would assume she was in there. It would buy them a few minutes to get themselves situated if they needed it. Also, he wanted her scent on his sheets. He’d been forced to wash his sheets yesterday because of the blood, but tonight, he would go to bed not just with the memories of what they were about to do, but he would have the physical proof soaked in his sheets. He couldn’t wait.
He set her on the edge of his bed. She sat there, looking up at him, clearly unsure, but battling it back for him. She was trying for his sake. Humbled, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. When she closed her eyes and kept her face turned up to him like a flower seeking the sun, his heart melted. He ignored the demands of his body as he stroked her tense back and nuzzled her. He would show her how much she meant to him, how much he adored her. No one would ever love her more than he did. It was time to prove it.
He went slow, kissing every inch of her face, softly, almost playfully, until she was completely relaxed.
“Arms up,” he said quietly.
Her eyelids lifted. Green eyes surveyed him for a moment before she obeyed. The blast of triumph that ripped through him caused his hands to shake. He grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it, uncovering every exquisite inch of her slowly. She held his gaze for a moment before she blushed and raised her hands to cover her breasts encased in a satin baby blue bra.
“No, don’t do that,” he said, twining their fingers together and pinning her to the bed, bracing himself over her so he could take her in.
“Jesse?”
He kissed her to squash her nerves and rising panic. This time, she kissed him back with an aggression that made his dick throb. She was channeling her emotions into sex, which was just fine with him. He followed her lead, but far too quickly, he had to pull back before she made him come in his pants.
When he rose, she stayed reclined on the bed. He stood beside the bed, taking her in, hardly able to believe this was really happening. He had fantasized about this, but nothing compared to the reality of her being here. He saw her naked yesterday, but he hadn’t been able to savor the beauty of her. Now, he did.
God took his time with her. Her face alone was portrait-worthy, but he hadn’t known her body would match those he’d seen on billboards or on TV. Her skin was still tan from summer. She had breasts that he now knew fit perfectly in his hand. She had a small waist, wide hips, and thighs that most guys would have said were a little too thick, but he loved them. They were feminine, muscular, and strong.
She shifted restlessly. A quick glance at her face made him realize he’d been staring at her silently for God knew how long. Quickly, he leaned down, caressing her sides, and undid the button of her jeans as he pressed a wet kiss against her stomach. As he pulled down her jeans, the sight of her matching underwear made his mouth water. After jacking off with her underwear and trying to lap up what she left behind, now he could partake directly from the source.
He forgot about taking things slow and sank to his knees. When he tried to part her legs, she clamped them shut.
“Come on, baby. Let me,” he said hoarsely as he kissed the tops of her thighs.
“Let you what?” Violet demanded, bracing herself on her elbows to look at him.
“You liked when I put my fingers in you?”
She sucked in a breath when he brushed his hand over her underwear.
“Did you?” he demanded
“Yes.”
“You’re going to like my mouth on you even more.”
“What? No!”
He looped his arm around her thigh when she tried to scoot up in bed. “It’ll be amazing.”
“It’s gross, is what it is! No way.”
He didn’t want her to fight, so he stopped pushing. It was his job to make her want it. She wasn’t there yet. He tamped down on his fantasies and, instead, began his mission to claim every inch of her. His hands and mouth moved over her skin. She was so soft, so sweet. He kissed her wrists, her collarbone, the inside of her ankles and traced her hipbones with his tongue.
When she was moving restlessly beneath him, he got rid of her bra. She let out a whimper that almost made him come in his pants when he put his mouth on her nipple. When he sucked, she went crazy.
“Jesse.”
Her breathless plea made him slide down her body. He didn’t waste time yanking her underwear off. He tore the drenched material from her body, spread her legs, and put his mouth on her. She clamped his head between her thighs as her upper body arched. He looked up the length of her and saw her silent scream. She stared at the ceiling with a transfixed look on her face as he lapped up her honey.
When he explored her stiff clitoris, she jumped like she’d been electrocuted and tried to get away from him. He clamped his mouth on her as she tried her damndest to evade him.
“Oh my God, please stop,” she begged.
**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.
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