137. Find Your Line

~ JESSE ~

Cazz kissed me and stroked my body for so long I did forget about the wolves outside and even where we were. By the time I was rocking my hips and starting to whimper, his breathing had grown loud and harsh.

I was still in my bra and skirt. I’d felt daring going out without underwear. But the skirt was tight and ended halfway down my thighs. I’d practiced kneeling in front of the mirror, and as long as I kept my knees together, no one saw anything. But I had hoped Cazz might discover my boldness during the evening and get excited about it.

He was. By the time he tore his mouth from mine and growled, “Turn around,” the skirt was already shoved halfway up to my hips.

Heart pounding and need coiled in my belly, I turned, thinking he was going to take me doggy style—a thought that made me want to giggle hysterically—and I was eager for it. But when I turned around I was faced with that strange couch thing and I hesitated.

It was about two feet wide and shaped kind of like a kidn