-POV Derby
I didn’t invite him upstairs.
But I also didn’t tell him to leave.
We stood there in the cold night air, his body heat wrapping around me like a trap I didn’t want to escape. His thumb kept brushing the underside of my breast through the thin sweater, teasing my n****e until it was painfully hard.
“Jordan…” My voice came out shaky. “Someone could see us.”
“Let them.” His other hand slid down, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against the thick bulge in his pants. “Let them see how desperate you are for me. How your p***y gets wet the second I touch you.”
I whimpered. The dirty words sent another rush of heat between my legs. I was soaked, thighs slick, my body betraying every lie I tried to tell myself.
His mouth hovered over mine, breath hot.
“Tell me you don’t want
