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After School, PT. 2
🕑 Added 2025-01-25 16:00:04 +0000 UTCHer dazed, blissful expression was one he intended to see often.
Eight minutes.
If they went straight home, they had an hour and a half, maybe two, before Mom came home. Dad mentioned that he was helping someone from church and would be home for dinner. Would Violet let him touch her? His skin prickled with sweat. If she allowed him another chance between her thighs, he wouldn’t waste it.
He had no intention of allowing their relationship to go back to being platonic. He had to destroy his image of himself as a brother and make Violet see him as a man. He’d bind her to him with bonds of the flesh, of the taboo and forbidden. He would make her love him, regardless of the title he carried.
The teacher eyed him, but made no comment as he rose and slung his backpack over one shoulder. He was halfway to the door when the bell rang, signaling school was over. Blaine called his name, but he didn’t stop. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to Violet. He briefly debated whether he should go to her class or wait by the car, but he didn’t want to risk missing her. In the end, he was forced to head to the parking lot.
He put his backpack in the back seat and leaned against the SUV. He searched for Lettie, Annabelle, or Hannah, who were in Violet’s last class. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried to calm himself when he didn’t see her. He was about to go looking hunting when he spotted her. She was talking to Lettie as they crossed the parking lot. When she raised her head and spotted him, his fears vanished when she smiled. His heart thundered in his ears as she said her goodbyes to her friend and made her way to him.
He waited until she had hopped into the SUV and belted herself in before he climbed into the driver’s seat. She was staring straight ahead with her hands clasped in her lap. Nervous, he deduced, but he could work with that. She hadn’t run or gone into a bout of denial. She came to him. That’s all that mattered.
The adrenaline rush made it difficult to concentrate. Knowing that in the near future, he’d be able to touch and taste to his heart’s content had him hard as a rock. Please may they not be home, he silently chanted. When he pulled into the driveway, he opened the garage to make sure his parent’s cars were missing and said a prayer of thanks when he saw they were gone. He turned toward Violet with a grin, but she was already closing the passenger door and heading to the house. He’d been so focused on his plans that he hadn’t said a word during the whole drive. Neither had she.
He nabbed his backpack and jogged after Violet as she disappeared inside. He caught a glimpse of her heading down the hallway. He couldn’t resist checking the house to make sure they were truly alone before he stood in the open doorway to her bedroom. She took out her binder and set it on the desk. When he noticed her trembling hands, his heart melted.
“Violet.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
She went motionless. The long silence and sudden awkwardness that filled the air made him move quickly. He let his backpack drop to the ground and strode toward her. He clasped her face and gently lifted it.
“Violet.”
Her lashes reluctantly lifted, revealing her eyes had turned green, a sure sign that she was feeling conflicted. He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers.
“It’s me, Violet.”
“I know,” she rasped. “I…”
Her eyes glistened with tears. Words clogged his throat. Declarations she wasn’t ready for, promises he wasn’t sure he could keep, but he knew one thing.
“You trust me?”
She blinked and then nodded. A tear hovered on her lower lashes. He brushed it away before it could fall. Tears had no place here unless it was tears of joy.
“I’ll never hurt you,” he promised.
“I know.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. He covered her mouth with his and felt her jolt, but she didn’t try to break away. Encouraged, he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. When her mouth tentatively parted, he swept in to get another taste of her. She tasted of bubble gum and iced tea. She was more addicting than German chocolate cake.
He backed her into the wall, hands sliding from her face into her hair. He angled her head the way he needed and explored every corner of her mouth.
“Kiss me back,” he breathed.
She was passively allowing him to do what he wanted. He intended to have her full participation. Demanded it, in fact. Mom had tempered Violet’s savage nature, but he knew what lay beneath that good girl facade. He didn’t want just the sweet parts. He wanted the warrior who left gouges in his back. The girl who had unabashedly claimed him as her friend the moment they met. And he wanted the dirty girl who had touched herself and masturbated right along with him. She was holding back, and he wasn’t going to allow it.
When she didn’t engage, he brushed kisses along her jaw. “How does this feel?”
She quivered as he moved lower and lightly sucked on her neck.
“Tell me,” he growled and squeezed her hip to beckon her out of her head.
“It feels…”
When she hesitated, he cupped her ass, and heard her breath hitch.
“It feels good,” she said so quietly, he wouldn’t have been able to hear her if he wasn’t pressed against her.
“That’s not good enough.”
He ducked his head and started trailing kisses to her breasts. She became very still and when he lightly kissed the soft mounds, she came alive, squealing and yanking his hair. He didn’t let that stop him. When his lips brushed against her nipple, her stifled gasp was music to his ears.
“How does this feel?”
“It’s… it’s too much!”
“Why?”
“It makes me feel…”
“Makes you feel what?”
He looked up at her flushed face. She was biting her lip, still holding back. He held her gaze as he put his hand on her breast. Her eyes flared. She tried to slide away, but he pinned her in place by leaning into her. Her eyes got even bigger, making his cock ache. He brushed his finger back and forth over her nipple and thanked God when she shuddered.
“How does this make you feel, Vi?”
“Hot,” she whispered, hands balled into fists at her sides.
**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.
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Tiffany B
😳. That campaign is campaigning lol. I see what you are doing Jesse. 👀
