Reality Check, PT. 1

“Ungh.”

She bit back a moan as she rode Jesse’s face, holding up the dress she’d donned for church that she usually reserved for special occasions. Jesse came into the bathroom to run a comb through his hair, but when he saw her, he started to undo his pants. A heated, whispered argument followed and ended with Jesse on his knees.

She couldn’t believe it. A couple of days ago, she wouldn’t let him touch her if their parents were in the house, and now he was giving her oral sex while their parents ate breakfast in the dining room. She underestimated Jesse’s determination and persuasiveness. This wasn’t right. It was disrespectful and immoral and wicked… She bit back a moan as his tongue circled her clitoris, making her legs quiver. It was also mind-numbingly pleasurable and felt too good to stop.

Right and wrong had little meaning this week. All she cared about was quenching a soul deep hunger she didn’t know she possessed. Jesse talked her into things she didn’t know were possible. The rewards had been stunning. Now, all it took was a look from him and she got wet. Her unfettered response would have been embarrassing if Jesse didn’t want her just as badly. The connection between them had always been strong, but now it was fine-tuned to a frequency so raw and sensitive, it was difficult to be in the same room without touching one another.

While at school, she did her best to act normal. She thought they were doing a good job until she caught an odd look Marissa was giving Jesse. She glanced at him and found that he wasn’t listening to the conversation, but focused completely on her. He was going to give them away! She excused herself and managed to avoid him until he tracked her down during lunch and yanked her into an empty classroom and demanded to know why she wasn’t answering his messages.

“We can’t be around each other without…” She’d waved her hands before crossing her arms over her chest to hide her hard nipples, which were aching for the attention he paid them the previous day. “I don’t want anyone to suspect what’s going on. I think we should steer clear of each another until things calm down.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Calm down?”

She blushed. “Fine. Until I calm down. Right now, I’m…” She was a flustered, needy junkie and terrified her friends would sense she’d lost her virginity and ask for details she couldn’t give. “Give me some time to adjust.”

“Fine, but first…”

He’d shoved her into a janitor’s closet and made out with her before he had her go down on him. This was the second time she’d tried. He whispered what he wanted her to do, and she accomplished her goal as the bell sounded, signaling lunch was over. Despite her worries, he turned on the light to watch her swallow and lapped up what had spilled over. When she tried to leave, he pinned her against the wall and French kissed her until she was dizzy before allowing her to go to class.

Jesse was insatiable, and she was discovering, so was she. Whatever he wanted to try, she jumped in with both feet. There was no self-consciousness. This was Jesse. He would take care of her. He wasn’t always seeking relief for himself. He seemed intent on giving her as much pleasure as possible and was fascinated with her body. He loved exploring. He uncovered sensitive areas she hadn’t known she possessed, which gave him leverage to get her to give into him. Like now.

She clutched his hair and tugged as she felt her orgasm building and breathed, “I’m close.”

She got a glimpse of his heated gaze as he looked up at her. It still made her stomach dip when she locked eyes with him when they were doing sexual stuff. Part of her still couldn’t believe they were doing this. There was so much in his gaze. Hunger, need, and a steady watchfulness that sometimes unnerved her.

“Jesse!”

The blast of Dad’s voice coming from Jesse’s bedroom made both of them freeze.

“Isaac, for God’s sake,” Lynne hissed. “You’re going to wake the whole neighborhood. Calm down. We don’t know all the facts. Let’s just see what they say.”

 “They haven’t said anything,” Dad said angrily. “And I’m getting to the bottom of this right now.”

She shoved Jesse away, eyes wide with horror. Their parents couldn’t know, could they? As Jesse got to his feet, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and tucking himself back into his pants, they heard her bedroom door being flung open.

“Violet!”

She jumped and hastily locked the bathroom door in case Dad tried to come in. He sounded pissed. What the hell happened?

“I’m in here, Dad,” she called, hands shaking as she smoothed her hands over her dress. “I’m getting ready for church. What’s going on?”

“Where’s Jesse?”

She stared at him as she lied. “I think he went outside for something.”

“I want to see you in the dining room. We need to talk.”

She and Jesse stared at one another as the sound of their parent’s voices faded as they headed down the hallway.

“They know,” she whispered and touched her throat, which felt like it was beginning to swell.

Jesse looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so.”

She couldn’t believe his blasé attitude. “What else could they be talking about? What else could make Dad that angry?” She began to wring her hands as panic engulfed her.

“Hey.” Jesse clasped her face. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. We’re going to be okay, I promise.”

**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.

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