Chapter 5

The next day Melody wanted to go to the country club. While she flirted with Brain and demanded his attention, Jareth stole secret touches. They walked ahead of us, he leaned in to whisper in my ear about how good my outfit looked. Brain tickled Melody on the tennis court, Jareth walked past and pinched my butt. Melody fed bread to Brain at the table, Jareths hand was on my thigh.

Eventually, Melody stole Brain to spend some time in her bedroom. Jareth invited me to watch a movie. As I try to move past him, he pulls me into his lap sitting bridal style and peppers my neck with kisses.

"We shouldn't," I whine while I wiggle in mild protest.

"Why not?" he asks in the low octive that turns my on like flipping a switch.

"I said I wouldn't " I lean my head back so he can kiss down my collar bone, his hand rubbing dangerously low on my stomach.

"But you already did," he points out, sliding that danger hand to the edge of my shorts. What was I saying?

"I should be a better friend," I hold the back of his neck and watch him slide down into my panties.

"I won't tell. Just have a good vacation with me while they ditch us." He nibbles my ear. I sigh as the nibbles tingle down my neck into my chest. His fingers rub through my folds sending tingles through my legs. He pumps two fingers in and rubs his thumb in my clit. I hold onto him tighter as the pleasure intensifies. No more arguing, I let go and let the orgasm he gives me wash over me

"Good girl," he growls into my ear. I can feel his erection straining beneath me. He slides his hand out and I slide down between his legs. I work to free his cock, looking up at him. "Olive..."

"Your turn," I degree before placing his head in my mouth. I luck and kiss and tease his head as a rub a hand along his shaft. His head tilts back and he sighs. One hand gently rubs through my hair.

I wanted to torture him the way he does me. I go to push his cock down my throat. It takes a couple tries to get him down, but the way his hand grips the edge of the chair, I know I am getting the response I want. When I get the hang of how deep I can take him, I alternate a few deep strokes with teasing his head. I feel him wiggle and twitch under me. I feel powerful, knowing what I am doing to him.

"Shit, Olive I am going to cum," He clenches the chair arms. I try to slow his whole load, but I choke and have to pull back, resulting in some of his cum splashing on my face and chin. He is breathing heavily, looking at me under heavy lids. "That was the best blow job I have ever had."

That was the best blow job I ever gave. But I don't tell him that, just smirk at him. Pleased with myself. He gently cleans my face with a napkin. His touch feels as though he was holding something precious. We look at each other for a moment when he is done. I tight feeling squeezes in my chest as I look in his blue eyes. Don't feel this Olive, you can't keep him. So I ignore it.

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Melody told me that they always throw a party this time every year. We arrange party items while the boys are out doing something unknown. I am going to meet her highschool friends. She tells me about them and old drama, but all I can see is his blue eyes. They looked at me like I was a beautiful enigma. The tightness in my chest is back, harder to push down.

"Are you even listening?" Melody hits my arm with a stack of cocktail napkins.

"Sorry, just zoned out "

"God Olive, it's like you don't even want to be here!"

"I do. I'm here." But that feeling wouldn't last. I soon would want to be as far away as possible.