I fight a smile and bury my face in my arm for a moment before peering over it once again.

“You’re going to have to stop doing that,” he says.

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like that, like you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Maybe I am.”

“What would you know about seduction?” he teases. “You’re fresh off the boat, angel face. You’ve had sex all of one time.”

I roll to my side, exposing my breasts, and the cool air of his room awakens my nipples. I run my hand along them, tickling my palm. My legs draw up, bending at the knees.

“There are things you haven’t even experienced yet,” he says, his brows arched.

“I’m not going to blow you,” I proclaim, staring up at the ceiling.

He huffs. “Well, then, you’re missing out, because blow jobs can be just as satisfying for a woman as they are for a man, especially when I’m devouring your pussy at the same time.”

“I’m sorry if the idea of sucking on a penis doesn’t sound appealing to me.” My legs squeeze together at the knees, imagining the way his tongue could easily command my body.

“Well, when you put it that way…” He laughs. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.”

“Not interested. Sorry.” He’s not coercing me into being his little sex toy tonight. No free blow jobs for him.

“You’re challenging me. And now I have no other choice but to prove you wrong,” he says. His weight shifts off the bed, but by the time I look up to see where he’s gone, he’s lowered himself to his knees, his hands reaching between my thighs to spread my legs apart.

“What are you doing?” I try to squeeze my knees together, but he’s stronger than me.

His fingers find my folds, separating them, massaging my slit and circling around my sensitive nub. “Fuck. You’re wet as hell. You were wet before I even touched you.”

Before I have a chance to defend myself, a wet and warm sensation silences my thoughts. When I glance down, Jensen’s head is between my thighs. He takes long strokes with his tongue before circling and exploring every part of me in the most intimate way imaginable.

“Relax,” he whispers between licks. My legs fall wider, obeying his command. I’m submitting to him because this is the greatest feeling in the entire world. I’m at his mercy. I’ll do anything he says, as long as he doesn’t stop.

My breath quickens, my heart pounding with every lick, suck, and twirl. He’s a magician. My sex is pulsing and pounding as I try to fight off mini waves of orgasms that threaten to shorten this supernatural experience. I can’t come yet. I’m not ready. I won’t let myself.

Jensen’s hand inches up past my belly until he takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to provide a bit of a distraction. And then his warmth leaves me. No more tongue.

“Why’d you stop?” I pant.

He unzips his jeans, pulling everything off and then climbing onto the bed. Jensen grabs my hips and pulls them toward him. “Sit on my face, but face that way.” He points to the foot of the bed, so I straddle him backwards and he lowers me to his mouth.

I’m in control now, bucking my hips against his mouth as his hands grip the flesh of my hips. I’m on my knees, desperate for something to cling onto, to ground me.

I bend forward, coming face to face with his throbbing erection. In a hazy fit of blinding lust, I instinctively grab the base of it, bringing the tip of it to my lips. It’s warm and soft against my mouth. My lips part, my tongue extending to taste the tiny drop of pre-cum that rests on top of his swollen member. It’s slightly sweet, mostly salty, and not nearly as disgusting as I expected.

I swallow the tiny drop and bask in the naughty feeling it gives me. My tongue strokes the length of him from base to tip and back before circling his head. He moans deep against my sex when I take him into my mouth. He’s velvet and heat, deliciously forbidden, and I can’t quite fit him all.

His tongue continues lapping my arousal, hungrier and needier with each passing minute. My breasts graze his lower abs as I continue licking and sucking him. This is like sex, but softer, gentler, and even more sensual.

Feeling his tongue invading my sex as his erection fills my mouth is strangely intense. Jensen was right. Again.

“I’m gonna come.” He breathes his words hot onto my sensitive skin moments later, his hardness swelling and pumping into my mouth. His fingers dig into me, threatening to leave marks. A few long spurts and he’s dripping down the back of my throat.

I rise up to my knees, his mouth still commanding my hips. I grab my breasts as I rock against him.

Closer…

Until I hit the edge I’d been fighting all along.

Intensity rains down on me in uncontrollable spasms. Jensen grips me, refusing to let me leave his tongue until he’s drained every last ounce of orgasm from my spent body.

I collapse on the bed next to him, burying my face against a free pillow. I’ve no idea how I’m going to walk out of here when I can’t feel my legs.

“Waverly,” he says.

“I know, I know. I’ll leave in a second.”

“No, I was going to say, you don’t have to leave. Your mom and Bellamy are asleep, right? And your dad’s at Summer’s?”

“You want me to stay?”

“I wasn’t done drawing you.”

“So that wasn’t a ploy to get me to…?”

“No,” he laughs, his full lips arching wide. His fingertip scratches the spot just above his left brow. “That just, um… that just happened.”

We lie on his bed, neither of us in a hurry to grab our clothes off the floor.

My eye catches a round, dime-sized scar on his chest, hidden between two points of his tattoos. I’d never noticed it before, and I trace it with the tip of my finger. “What happened here?”

Jensen doesn’t flinch or move. He doesn’t wince or scowl. “Cigarette lighter.”

“How?”

“My dad was mad at me one Sunday after church. I talked back to him on the way home in the car. Reached down, grabbed the cigarette lighter, jammed it into my chest. Burned clear through my shirt.”

My body tingles with empathetic pains, and I breathe through clenched teeth. “All you did was talk back, and he burned you?”

“If it wasn’t cigarette lighters it was red pepper flakes in the mouth, no dinner for a week, belts, paddles. Corporal punishment was a way of life.”

“And he got away with all of that?”

“If you lived in Charter Springs, you’d see. The whole goddamned town thinks he’s the second coming of Christ.” Jensen’s face is blank. I can’t read him. I feel like I should feel sorry for him, but I don’t get the impression that he feels sorry for himself. “He let up on the beatings when Juliette came into the picture.”

“Juliette?”

“My father’s girlfriend. She became his target after that. She couldn’t do anything right.”

“Why’d she stay with him?”

He shrugs. “I suppose because it was better than being out on the street. And I don’t think Juliette really knew what love was, because she believed my father loved her. I don’t know much about love, but I know that wasn’t it.”

“And…” I’m scared to ask, but I have to know. “You and her? How’d that happen?”

He rakes his hand through his hair and blows out a lungful of air. “This is really heavy, can we—”

“Please. I want to know. I won’t judge this time. I promise.”

He pouts. “I don’t know, Waverly. I could sit here and say that she seduced me. I mean, she was older. She knew better. I was just sixteen when it first happened. But she wasn’t my first. I was experienced. It wasn’t a perverted sort of thing. We were both in a bad place, and we found comfort in our own way, with each other. Looking back, was it wrong? Yes. But it happened. Can’t go back now.”

“And that’s how you ended up here?”

He nodded. “That shiner I walked in here with? A parting gift from my father.”

“What ever happened with Juliette?”