Jailbait by Emily Goodwin

constant encouragement to take school more seriously was annoying, and she launched into a well-prepared speech on why I need to invest in my future. She planned to be in it, after all.  
    We ate dinner in the courtyard, had sex in the hot tub, then went up to her room and crashed. Like I said…a normal weekend for us back then. Nothing crazy, but it was perfect.  
    And then I got the phone call.  
    I close my eyes, almost able to hear the ringing all over again. I never knew that answering the phone could change my life like that. I’ve spent countless hours thinking what my life would be like if I let the call go to voicemail, and called back in the morning. Would I have been greeted with the same fate later? Or would this—sleeping next to Pepper—be my normal?  
    I often wonder if I would regret it, not answering the phone, not going to help my father when he needed it most. He was in deep shit when I got there, deep shit that I got sucked into when I tried to pull him out. He did it to himself, and it’s selfish to wish I hadn’t gone, that I had stayed right here next to Pepper.  
    Pepper stretches out in her sleep, hand landing above her head. I look at her face, relaxed and at peace, and kiss her. Pepper’s eyes flutter open. It takes her a few seconds to focus on my face, but when she does, she smiles.  
    “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whisper.
    “It’s okay.” She raises her arms and hooks them around my neck. “I was dreaming about you. I would have been mad to leave that dream, but this is a rare time when reality is better.”  
    I pull her to me, kissing her again. Pepper’s messy hair webs around my face. I push it back and move my lips to her neck. She softly moans and throws the blankets off of us. We kiss for a moment, then she breaks contact, grabs my hands, and forces me down onto the mattress.  
    I’m getting hard by the time she climbs on top, straddling my waist. She’s only wearing panties and a silky tank top. Her legs widen, letting me feel her heat. And fuck, she’s hot. I run my hands up her smooth legs, cock hardening more and more with each inch I feel. She rocks her hips back, rubbing against me. It’s all I can do but squirm beneath her, grabbing her hips and making her do that again and again until I cum.  
    Pepper bites her lip and leans forward, gaze moving from mine to my chest. I admire her tits as she looks at my tattoos, tattoos that weren’t there the last time we got naked together.  
    “I like this,” she says quietly, running her finger over the outline of a wing over my right peck. “Do they mean anything?”  
    “Not really,” I lie. Dammit. I hate this. But I’m not ready to explain this shit to Pepper. Not yet. I don’t want her to think I’m a bad person, but I know how this shit sounds when I explain it.
    “Oh, well, I like it.” She continues tracing the tattoos, and when her fingers hover over a particular mark of ink over my ribs, I kiss her, pushing her messy hair over her shoulders. We roll back on the mattress and I situate myself between Pepper’s legs. She bends her knees and hooks her legs around me.
    Holding onto my shoulders, she brings her head up and kisses me, making me let go of everything, thinking about nothing other than this.  
    Nothing other than her.
    I shift my weight to the side and run my hand along her stomach, fingers inching under the lace band on her panties. She lifts her hips, eager for me to take the garment off. I intend on teasing her, on taking my damn time, but when I see the lust-filled way she’s looking at me, I don’t think I can hold out any longer.  
    My mouth opens and I let out a breath when I rub her core. “You’re so fucking wet,” I pant. I swirl my finger along her clit, turned on by the hot slickness of her center.  
    “I was dreaming about you,” she mewls.  
    “Fuck,” I moan.  
    “In my dream you made me cum.”  
    God, this woman. “I’m going to make you cum