We were two dirty kids pushing the limits, always two seconds away from getting busted. There was a padlock on the outside of the barn door but no way to lock it from the inside.
“I feel like I need this like I need air,” I murmured, my chest heaving as he drugged me with kisses that made my thighs quiver and the ache between my legs build to a dull throb.
“Same here.”
His lips still sealed to mine, he slid my panties aside and dragged two fingers through my slick folds. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rocked my hips.
“Why are you so wet?” I heard the accusation in his voice.
“From watching you, you sexy beast,” I panted as one thick finger dipped inside me and his thumb rubbed the tight bundle of nerves that made heat pool in my belly and sent zings of electricity up and down my spine. “Oh my God.”
“You called?”
My fingernails dug into his shoulders and my body shook with laughter. He swallowed it with a deep kiss, his tongue caressing mine while his hand continued to perform magic, breaching the tight barrier and rubbing a spot that his middle finger had found a couple months ago.
My hips bucked, my back arching off the sofa. What would it feel like if he was inside me instead of his finger?
“I’m going to—”
Just then, he removed his hand and I cursed myself for saying it aloud. My fingers tugged at the ends of his hair in desperation. “Jude.”
“Just hang on, baby.”
I was barely hanging on by a thread, my fingers digging into the leather cushion as he moved down my body and his mouth replaced his hand.
“Fall apart for me,” he murmured, his fingers and tongue ensuring that I did just that. The orgasm built up inside me until I was writhing and moaning, my hands gripping his head and holding him to me while his tongue and thumb worked in tandem, his other hand under my shirt, squeezing my nipple between his fingers.
“Oh my God. Jude,” I screamed, forgetting that we were supposed to be quiet. My thighs clenched and light fractured behind my closed lids as I fell apart.
My legs were still trembling as his flattened tongue licked between my sensitive folds, bringing me down from the orgasm that had rocked me to my core. I grabbed his head, pulling it up to mine and he kissed me hard, his tongue darting into my mouth so I could taste myself.
Pulling away from me, he sat back on his heels and my eyes lowered to his hand as he gave himself a few powerful strokes. I pulled up my shirt and sweatshirt, offering him my bare stomach and pushed myself up on my elbows. I loved to watch him lose control. His eyes squeezed shut and his muscles tensed as he leaned over me, holding himself up on one arm.
“Fuck, Rebel,” he gritted out. “Look what you do to me.” Warm liquid spurted on my stomach and he took a few seconds to catch his breath before he pushed himself off the sofa and stumbled around in the dark. Returning with a towel, he used it to clean me up. Then he collapsed onto the sofa and propped his feet on the crate and pulled me into his lap.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” I snuggled into him.
He nodded, his hand caressing my thigh. “You haven’t washed my jersey, have you?”
Jude was superstitious. Like, really superstitious. On game day, he always drank three Red Bulls. When he was getting dressed, he put his left sock on before his right. Before a game, he took a knee and said the Hail Mary then crossed himself three times. Now, his new superstition was that I couldn’t wash the jersey he gave me because it would mess up their winning streak. “And be responsible for making you lose a game? Never. I’ll wear it dirty.”
He squeezed my thigh. “Good girl.”
“I can be bad too.” My teeth sunk into his earlobe.
“Put the fangs away, Rebel.”
I sucked on it to ease the sting, eliciting a groan from Jude. He liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. “I’d love to see you in a kilt. Like Jamie.”
“Is that your fantasy?” He slid his hand under my shirt and cupped my breast in one of his big, rough hands, squeezing and kneading as his lips brushed my jaw.
“Mmhmm. If you win tomorrow, you have to wear a kilt to school. For next Friday’s pep rally,” I added.
“Is that a dare?” His thumb brushed over the raised peak of my nipple and I sucked in a breath, squirming in his lap.
“Yep.” My hand trailed down his hard chest and dipped inside his shorts, his breath hitching when I wrapped my hand around his hard length and squeezed. “You can’t wear anything underneath either. You have to go commando.”
“Challenge accepted.” And I knew he’d do it. He’d wear a kilt to the pep rally, in front of the entire student body of 1,800, and he wouldn’t be the least bit embarrassed. He’d wear it loud and proud. Jude could never resist a challenge. “Better buy that kilt, baby, because we’re winning tomorrow. And when we win, not if, you’re going to be my love slave.”
“Then you’d better save your strength. I’ve heard the Knights have an impenetrable defense.”
“I’m all about full penetration.” He whipped me around so I was straddling him.
“You’re all talk. I’m still a virgin.” I grinded my body against his, seeking the friction, my panties soaked.
“Shut up and kiss me, wench.” We kissed until we were ready for round two.
The door burst open, bringing with it a blast of cold air that chilled my heated skin. Panicked, I scrambled to get off Jude. He tightened his grip on my hips, holding me firmly in place. “Stay here.”
I couldn’t see who was at the door but seconds later, the lights
