Falling Away (Fall Away #3)(38)
Author: Penelope Douglas

Swirling my fingers around, I rubbed over her clit, feeling her body squirm against mine.

Slipping a finger inside her folds, I rubbed her small entrance in circles, alternating between that and massaging her clit.

“Jax,” she gasped, crashing the palms of her hands against the glass and breathing hard. She leaned forward, and I bit down, clenching my jaw with the pressure in my jeans as she stuck her hips back at me, inviting me in.

Jesus. “That’s it,” I encouraged, taking my hand out of the front of her shorts and slipping in at the back instead.

I rubbed her pussy, stroking my hand forward and backward, forward and backward, my groans mixing with hers.

So wet. And so smooth.

She was clean-shaven. Or maybe waxed, because she was softer than any other girl I’d ever touched. And with her wetness it was as if my finger was touching silk.

But if she’d broken up with her asswipe boyfriend more than two weeks ago, why was she still keeping that area waxed? I didn’t like the idea that she might be hooking up with someone else at all.

Arching her back, she moaned, “Yes.”

And I closed my eyes as I bent down to kiss her naked back, my teeth grazing her skin. Reaching around with my other hand, I cupped and massaged her breasts, smiling through my kisses as she squirmed against me. I rolled her clit between my fingers, and her back jerked against my mouth.

“Fuck, Juliet,” I breathed out. “No fucking way would you be a one-night stand.”

Circling my arm around her, I pulled her back up against my chest and growled into her ear, “I’d need a lot more than one night to do everything I want to do to you.”

I stuck my middle finger into her wet heat and held her tight as she gasped in sweet pain. Withdrawing it, I swirled her come over her clit and then dived back into her again, plunging the tip of my finger inside her.

Damn, she was tight. My finger wouldn’t slide out easily, and the friction of her folds and skin along with her wetness had my dick jerking with need. I reached down and adjusted myself, feeling too fucking uncomfortable right now. She had to be able to feel me pressed against her back.

But I couldn’t take her to bed now. Not with my house full of people.

We faced the window and saw everyone milling about the party, and it was such a turn-on to have Juliet reach behind and snake an arm around my neck and move her ass into my hand. She wanted this. She might even let me fuck her right now, but I couldn’t take the chance. Not yet.

It would be in a bed. And in a fucking empty house where she could make as much noise as she wanted. Not tonight, but it was definitely going to be soon. Real fucking soon.

My hand fell to her tit, and I continued pumping her pussy with my finger faster and faster.

“Jax,” she whimpered. “Jax, please. I can’t.”

I turned her around and pushed my body into hers against the wall perpendicular to the window. “Yes, you can,” I said, staring into her eyes and moving my hand to the front, continuing to finger her.

I could feel her nipples pressing through my T-shirt, and I looked down to admire her. Everything below my stomach swirled in a storm of raw energy.

Damn, she was nice to look at. Her breasts were slightly bigger than average, and on her frame they were probably bigger than they should be.

“No.” She shook her head, her eyes fluttering with what my finger was doing. “I can’t. I can never come, Jax. Not with someone else.”

I plastered my body to hers, forcing her mouth up to mine as I whispered against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about your asshole ex. You hear me?” And then I narrowed my eyes, looking down on her. “Wait. What do you mean ‘someone else’? You can come by yourself. Is that what you meant?”

Oh, Jesus. Add that to the list of things I wanted her to do when we were in the bedroom.

She looked away out the window, but she didn’t stop fucking my hand.

“Look at me.” I pulled her head back to face me. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Her eyes fell to the side, out the window again, and I could tell she was still loving the feel of my finger in her. She watched the people below us and grabbed my waist, continuing to grind into me.

“You like having them right there, don’t you?” I asked, following her gaze outside. “It’s okay, you know? There are no rules, Juliet. A pane of glass separates you from them seeing everything. It’s okay if that gets you off. Now tell me, what do you think about when you finger yourself?”

Her eyes shot to mine. “Jax.” She shook her head. “I …”

“Say it.” My lips tightened. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“I think about you,” she rushed out, breathless. “I think about if I had let you give me a ride home two years ago, but you didn’t take me home.”

I closed my eyes, letting my forehead fall into the wall by her head.

“Jesus, keep going,” I begged, rubbing her clit. “I want to see if your fantasy matches mine.”

I’d thought about that night a lot over the years. I’d been disappointed when she wouldn’t let me drive her home, and I definitely hadn’t gone back to finish what I’d started with the two girls. I’d let them crash, and I went to shower and jerk off to the fantasy of K.C. peeling off that white summer dress in the backseat of my car.

I circled the hard nub of her clit faster and faster, feeling the pulse tap, tap, tap against my fingertips.

“You told me that you were going to kiss me,” she started. “Just one time before I left for college, and I wanted you to,” she whispered, her breaths shaky as I slid my finger into her pussy and came out to work her clit. “I wanted it so bad,” she continued. “But I couldn’t talk. The next thing I knew you took me to the falls. And you kissed me. Between my thighs.”

Fucking hell.

Her voice grew stronger, bolder. “You lifted up my dress, Jax. And your tongue licked me up and down,” she whimpered, sucking in a breath. “And I held your head there, because I didn’t want you to stop.”

She cried out and I knew she was coming. Her hips thrust into my hand, and she moved her hands up to my shoulders, digging her nails in.

I put my lips against her hot cheek. “And then what did I do to you?”

She let her head fall back as she moaned. “You turned me over the hood of the car onto my stomach,” she cried, “you yanked up my dress, and then you fucked me.”