Page 145 of Midnight Curfew

When he tips his head back up, I expect my cum will be in his hand or something, him having spit it out, but he licks his lips and shakes his head at me.

“I want you so bad,” he says, coming up and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Come here.”

We fall onto the floor, him pulling me on top of him, and we kiss. His hand slides down the back of my pants, tugging them down.

I lift my head, hovering over him with my hands planted on both sides of his head. He squeezes my ass, kissing my neck.

“You got a rubber?” I ask.

The kissing stops, and he meets my eyes for a second, telling me exactly what I already guessed.

He drops his to the floor. “In my car.”

I smile. “So close, yet so far.”

If he wants to fuck me, he has to go outside.

Such a shame, but at least I got mine.

I chuckle, starting to stand up and leave, but he pulls me back down.

I narrow my eyes. What the hell is he doing?

Amusement plays across his face as he grinds his hard groin into me. “You’re not leaving.”

21

Dallas

I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about going to get a fresh STD test just so I can go bare. I had my last one four months ago, and I’m careful. I want to come inside of him so badly.

But if I get another test, that would imply we’re going to do this again, and we’re never doing this again.

Just tonight.

I trail my tongue along his jaw. He knew what he was doing when he started drooling over me and jerking off. What am I supposed to do?

I roll my hips into him, my dick dying a slow, painful death. There are half a dozen people I can call off the top of my head to come screw me, but his ass is like a goddamn vise grip. Still.

It took a long time to fuck someone the past few years and not wish it was him instead, but we’re here now, half naked, and I swallowed his cum. I’m getting mine.

“There has to be a condom somewhere,” I grumble, biting and nibbling his neck. “How about the nurse’s office?”

“It’s a Catholic school.”

I meet his eyes, grinning. “Precisely.”

It just means they’re hidden.

“There are the lockers.” I lie back down. “Who’s the popular meathead this year?”

“It’s summer,” he retorts in a lazy tone. “Lockers are empty.”

Fuck.

Leaning down, he breathes across my mouth. “If you want me, you know what to do.”

And I can’t figure out if he really wants it or if he’s taunting me.