On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 37

Jenna

Iwalk carefully down Greek Row, quickly turning off onto one of the less busy streets next to campus. Stick to this route and I’ll intersect with Shanty in about... twenty minutes?

Luckily, the most I’ve ever had to deal with on this street is the occasional honk or catcall. I can handle that.

Honk. Honk.

Right on time.

I keep walking. Don’t give them any attention.

Honk. Honk. Honk.

Right next to me on the road now.

Honk.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, did they actually stop in the middle of the street to gawk at me?

I glance at the road from the corner of my eye. There’s definitely a car following me, purposefully mimicking my slow speed.

I walk faster. If they don’t piss off, then I can probably cut through one of these lawns. A difficult task in these shoes, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta—

“Jenna.”

I stop to look. Nope. Not a car.

It’s an orange truck.

Ah, hell.

Seth smiles at me through the driver’s side window. “Need a lift?” he asks.

“What are you doing here?”

“Blocking traffic. Get in.”

He’s not wrong. Or, he won’t be in about ten seconds once that car down the street catches up to him.

“Come on,” he says. “Move your ass.”

I glare at him. I want to keep walking, and I almost do, but suffering a few minutes in Seth’s truck is preferable to logging another mile in these shoes.

I shuffle off the curb, checking both directions before crossing in front of him to the passenger’s side. He’s already pushed the door open for me by the time I get there. I quickly pull myself up.

The car behind us honks twice.

Seth gives them a passive wave through his window. “Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, his foot already on the gas. “We’re going.”

I fasten my seatbelt. I don’t make it half a block before curiosity draws my attention back to Seth. And his grey sweatpants.

Don’t.

Don’t you dare.

I force myself to look forward. “So, what are you doing out here?” I ask. “Saw you with a pair of pigtails on my way out.”

Seth snorts. “She compared me to her dad.” He holds up two fingers. “Twice.”

“Ah.” I wince. “Say no more.”

“I was looking for any excuse to get out of there when I saw you sneaking off.”

I nod. “Well, thanks for picking me up. Heidi bailed on me.”

He glances at me, his eyes quickly sliding down my bare legs. “She did?”

“She said I’d be taken care of like I was just some...” I pause. I press my lips together. “Never mind.”

“They go back to our place?”

“Yeah.”

“Noted.”

“They seemed pretty all over each other tonight, so…”

“I’ll sleep with earplugs.”

I chortle. “Right.”

I go quiet. Thankfully, so does he.

Soon, Seth stops the truck in front of our house on Shanty, just a few feet down from the nearest streetlamp. The rest of the street is nearly pitch-black except for a few windows lit up at our neighbor’s place.

I stare across the lawn at the front porch, my thoughts drifting back to the night of the party Seth and I threw together.

I don’t want to be alone.

“So...” I clear my throat. “How are you sleeping nowadays?” I ask slowly.

Seth looks up, surprised but not at all offended by the question. “Better,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“It was weird for a few days there,” he adds. “Being back at the apartment, I mean. Wilder recommended this app, though. For guided meditations and stuff like that. It took some getting used to, but it’s been better.”

“Good. That’s...” I nod. “That’s good. It’s probably the same one she recommended to me, too.”

“Yeah, it’s good. It really... it helps.”

“Yeah.” I detach my seatbelt. “Well, thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you going back to the party?” I ask. “You still have a bet to win.”

Seth tilts his head, amused. “But I just did,” he says.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

I furrow my brow. “You’re not coming in the house, Seth,” I say, nipping whatever the fuck this is in the bud.

“I don’t have to. The bet was that I would take a girl home from the party, and... here we are.”

“That’s not what the bet was,” I argue.

He laughs. “That’s what I said.”

“That’s not what you implied.”

“Well, next time be more specific.”

“Next time, huh?”

“Next time,”he repeats.

His golden eyes soften in the dark of the truck. I can already feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I hate it.

Or do I?

No, I definitely do.

Or maybe I don’t?

“Don’t look at me like that, Seth,” I say.

“Like what?”

“Like we’re… more than friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend,” he says. “We’ve never been friends. No sense in starting now.”

“Then, what do you want?”

“I want to rip you open and tear you apart,” he answers as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“What?”

“I told you. Once wasn’t enough,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think about it all the time. I think about what little I had of you, and I want more.”

Oh.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

“Seth—”

“I wish I’d fucked you harder,” he says. “I wish I’d flipped you over and—” His jaw flexes hard. My core tightens with each new word. “There’s a lot I would have done if I’d just had one more minute with your body.”

I shudder, his hand suddenly on my thigh. The instinct to resist rises in me, but there’s truth to his words. Once wasn’t enough, even I feel that. But this line was never meant to be crossed.

I’m not about to cross it again.

I’m not.

“Jenna, I want you tonight,” he whispers. “I want this...”

His hand slides beneath my nightie. He moves slowly, giving me more than enough time to stop him, but the drumming in my core pounds harder.

This is Seth,I remind myself.

My best friend’s brother.

A strong finger slides along the crotch of my shorts.

My little secret.

Seth shifts into the center of the seat, his hand still firmly in place. I twist in his direction, powerless to stop myself. He pauses, his lips an inch away from mine. Devious eyes in the dark. Like a predator hunting his prey, he waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. To take. To feast.

And like a willing lamb to the slaughter, I part my knees.

He rubs me through the fabric. Our lips barely touch, one spark away from igniting. Pleasure tickles my spine already. Just one kiss is all it would take. One push of his lips. One caress of his tongue and I’d be his.

I close my eyes as his firm touch draws circles in the right places. His lips drag across my cheek to my earlobe. I quiver, feeling his teeth. A sharp, delicate pinch. He sucks lightly, using his tongue to send a wave of shivers down my neck. My thighs twitch around his hand. He draws a line down my neck with his tongue. I squeeze his arm, gasping as his unrelenting fingers send me closer to the edge.

“Seth,”I whisper. “I—”

“Shh,”he says, his voice deep in my ear. “Don’t talk. Just moan.”

I bite my lip. I’m so damn close. My tongue nearly dissolves. I lose my words, leaving nothing but cruel, aching sounds of pleasure.

“I bet you taste like sweet honey.”

I shudder as he leaves tender bites on my throat. My lips quivering, wanting so badly to be kissed as an even greater urge takes hold.

I want him.

I want him inside of me.

I find his eyes in the dark. He looks at my mouth, our faces angled just right. I ease closer, ready and wanting, but he won’t kiss me. He stays an inch away, a purposeful tease that only drives me crazier.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I relish in the sweet torture of his touch. “Yes,” I whimper.

He kisses my chin. So close, yet so far. “Are you going to give me what I want?”

What he wants.

What does he want?

If I had a voice, I would ask.

I would ask if I could do anything but submit.

“Yes,”I breathe.

Seth crushes our mouths together. I grip his shirt, holding him against me as his hand moves to my outer thigh. He pulls as I push, our bodies moving as one. I straddle his waist. I roll my hips on him, triggering a warm groan in the back of his throat that tickles my senses. He cups my face, holding me in place on his lap. I scratch down his chest, wanting to tear the shirt right off him, but there’s no time. I need to feel him. I need to feel him inside.

I push his sweats down far enough to uncover his cock. I take his thick shaft in my palm, giving him a good squeeze, and his hips shift upward beneath me — a hot, instinctual response that I never grow tired of.

Seth slides his hands beneath my nightie to hold on to my hips. I stroke him once, twice, and again, feeling him reach his full length in my hand before positioning myself closer. He hooks my shorts, forcefully pulling them down as I awkwardly shift to the side to discard them somewhere in the dark depths of the floor. I straddle him again. We align. We—

“Wait.” Seth breaks our kiss. “Are we safe here, or—?”

“I’m on the pill,” I say mid-moan.

“Thank god.”

I lower down and his thick crown pushes inside me.

We gasp together. His fingers dig into my hips, dragging me down onto him. His cock stretches me, fills me. He touches my breasts, gladly groping me as I find what feels good.

It doesn’t take long. Soon, I’m gasping with pleasure as I ride his dick with my hands on his knees. I bounce and grind, rolling my body until my muscles catch fire. Our mouths blending in an endless stream of secret kisses. I ache. I throb. My clit rubs against him, each quick tap a bolt of lightning to my sex.

I cling to him when the tension finally breaks me apart. Moan after moan threatens to become a scream. Seth holds me, continuing the grind as I lose my ability to move or think or even breathe.

My body turns to jelly in his arms. He drops me onto my back on the seat. He climbs over me and slides his cock back inside of me as he holds my legs apart. I release an aching sigh of pleasure, longing to be filled again. I pull him to me, stealing a few hard kisses while he fucks me even harder against the seat. My head taps against the door. I dig my nails into his back. He pins me down with both hands, his thrusts coming faster. His breath quickens and his body tightens. I hold him close, my body still tingling with aftershocks.

Seth kisses me, smothering his final groans as he comes. He thrusts in deep and I feel him swell, his entire body twitching. I hold him as he held me, guiding his head to rest on my shoulder while he catches his breath.

When he finally raises his head, he carries a blank expression. He looks at me, his eyes glazed and tired, but remnants of affections bless his golden irises. I kiss his forehead, tasting the sweat on his skin. He takes my lips; another long and firm kiss that travels to the depths of me.

Then he shifts backward. He pulls up his sweatpants as I ease up and plant my feet on the floor. I find my shorts in the dark and quietly slide them back on. We sit with silent breaths, the reality of what we’ve done sinking in. Again.

I did it with Seth. Again.

And it was…

Seth laughs.

I pause. “What?”

He looks at me, his golden eyes sinister and amused.

“What?”

Still, he laughs. “Well, that was easy.”

My jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“For a second there, I thought for sure I’d lost.”

“You…” My gut clenches. “You did this to win that stupid bet?”

Still, he fucking laughs.

“Are you serious?” I ask. “Are you actually being serious right now?”

“I’ll take my winnings in cash, please.”

“You’ll shove your winnings up your ass, Seth! I’m not paying you for fucking me in your stupid truck.”

I pull the door handle, but the door doesn’t budge.

“It’s locked,” Seth says. “You gotta—”

I yank on the lock, driven by nothing but white-hot rage.

“Jenna, you just—”

“Shut up!” I pull and shove. “Is this thing broken or something?”

“You gotta jiggle it a little sometimes. It gets stuck.” He reaches across me. “Let me—”

“Don’t touch me!”

Finally, the door opens. I hop out, not bothering to even close the door as I bolt for the house.

“Jenna.”

“Fuck off, Seth.”

“Jenna.”

“Fuck off, Seth!”

I reach the porch, march up the porch stairs, and—

I don’t have my keys.

I left them in the—

Seth clears his throat behind me. I spin around, finding him standing at the bottom of the stairs with my handbag dangling from his index finger.

He smirks. “Jenna—”

“No!”

I descend the stairs to grab my handbag.

“Now, Jenna—”

“Say another word and I’ll smack you,” I warn.

He stares at me for a long second, then calls my bluff. “I—”

I slap him hard across the face.

Seth recoils an inch as the entire left side of his face burns bright red. He opens his mouth to speak as a sudden silent thrill blazes over his eyes, but after a moment, he stops. He takes a short step back and closes his mouth, hopefully thinking twice about ever speaking to me again.

Good.

I enter the house and slam the door behind me.