I resisted hiding myself behind my hands, instead squaring my shoulders and holding myself straight so I didn’t droop too much.
“Oh, baby,” he said, licking his lips at the sight of my breasts.
They enjoyed the compliment so much they decided to harden even more. He chuckled and, a second later, had his hand weighing one while he kissed his way around the other.
I leaned back on my hands, offering myself to him as if I had every right to. The thought froze inside my head. He seduced me to the best of his ability, kissing me and pleasuring me and… “Oh!” He’d sucked on my nipple, drawing it inside his mouth for an amazing second. What had been I thinking of?
“Stop thinking, Jade. Just enjoy, baby.”
I closed my eyes and did as told, letting him pet me and lick me and squeeze me. Little moans kept escaping my parted lips, and he encouraged me to be even noisier, telling me how hot he thought it was.
That’s when it hit me. He wanted me to be loud so the other four would hear me with him. I didn’t think; I just reacted. I pushed on his shoulders, and it’s only because I’d taken him by surprise that I managed to make him fly backward. He hit the back wall with a thump and blinked several times before focusing on me once more. “What the fuck was that?” he erupted.
I scrambled down from the counter and grabbed my camisole, tugging it on as I forewent the bra, unsure where it’d landed in the first place. “Sorry,” I finally said. My brain buzzed as I tried to think of something to say. “I… It’s just… It was too soon.”
His hands clenched at his sides. I watched as he struggled to get himself back under control, his breathing finally slowing down, his eyes never leaving me. “Okay,” he muttered. “Okay. I get that. Next time though, why don’t you try telling me?”
I blushed. Seriously, I felt my cheeks warm at the tone of his voice. Damn them! “Next time, why don’t you ask me out on a date before petting me?”
He rolled his eyes. “As if you didn’t know what was going to happen. You were enjoying it, Jade. You know you were.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at him. “I didn’t say to the contrary. A little conversation beforehand would have been nice though. I’m not a slut.”
“I never said you were,” he said in a voice imitating my earlier tone.
“Oh, very mature.”
“You started it.”
My turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. Thanks for the coffee.”
“Let me guess. You’re throwing me out of here?”
“Yup. Have a nice day.”
“This isn’t over, Jade. You’re gonna have to play the game.”
“Oh, I will. But on my terms.”
He chuckled, as if I’d just told the best joke he’d ever heard. “Sure. Believe what you will.” And with those parting words, he turned around and waved as he made his way to my front door.
I heard it bang shut moments later, but I was too busy craning my neck in search of my elusive bra. I found it tucked into the space between the fridge and the wall, spent a few minutes wondering how on earth it’d gotten there, and stopped ignoring my clamoring mind. I recalled what had just happened with Logan, the good things—nice kissing, heavy petting—and the bad—those final words, how he’d played me—but didn’t really know what to do next. So I just grabbed my coffee cup and downed it instead. Hey, coffee was a girl’s best friend!