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“I can’t stop it,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” he said.

“I’m trying, but you—“

Jacob pulled out of me, let my legs fall down to the blanket. The orgasm that had been moments from tearing through my body dissipated, but I barely had time to notice; Jacob grabbed me by the waist and turned me over, then lifted my ass into the air. He spanked me and I yelped in that blend of pleasure and pain—

“Again,” I begged.

“Look at you,” Jacob growled in response, then spanked my other cheek hungrily. He put a hand on my upper back to keep my chest pressed to the blanket, then pulled my hips toward his cock. He drove into me, eventually moving the hand from my back and reaching underneath me to rub my clit as he fucked me. There was no possibility of holding back an orgasm now; I tried to tell him this, but the words came out in a loud, hungry moan, louder than any sound I’d made during sex before— but I couldn’t keep it in.

“Go on, baby,” Jacob told me, and I could tell from the rasp in his voice why he’d made me wait— we were going to come together. Jacob groaned and fucked me faster, and I pushed my hips back against him as heat rushed to my pussy, my legs went limp, my eyes forced themselves shut. I was going to scream— no, I already was screaming, loud and desperate and wild. My pussy contracted around Jacob’s cock, and I felt him throb deep inside me before he came, hard, deep into, moaning and holding tight to my hips as he did so.

I finally took a long, gasping breath. My limbs felt rubbery; Jacob was panting hard behind me. He slowly withdrew himself, and I felt the rush of wetness drip from my entrance. My hips fell to the blanket, and Jacob collapsed beside me. He was sweating, hard, and when I reached over to lay an arm across him, he grinned at me.

“How’s your shoulder?” I asked teasingly.

“I think it’ll be just fine,” Jacob murmured. “But maybe we give it another try tonight just to make sure?”

“Separate rooms,” I reminded him.

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” Jacob said. “And speaking of, we should get dressed. They’re going to be here soon.” I scowled as he stood, then helped me up. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re growing on them. Clearly. Or you wouldn’t be here.”

“Wait, but why am I here?” a new voice asked— not Jacob’s parents, thankfully, but someone nearly as horror-inducing. Standing at the edge of the deck, overnight bag in hand, in the smartest, cutest navy blue dress I had ever seen, was Jenna.

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“Jenna?” Jacob asked, stunned, as I dove for the screen porch, where all my clothes were.

“Relax,” Jenna said. “Sasha, seriously. I’m on a women’s soccer team. You have no idea how many naked ladies I’ve seen in my life.” Her words seemed to remind Jacob that he was also naked, and he grabbed for his pants— though with the speed of someone unconcerned with someone seeing what his body had to offer (or, in Jenna’s case, seeing it again). “Though your parents are right behind me on the drive, so yeah, you two should get dressed,” she added.

“What are you doing here?” Jacob asked, tugging his t-shirt on and snatching up the blanket he and I had just shared.

“Your parents invited me! I thought it was like, a group thing. Not a…um…” Jenna said, watching me desperately trying to untangle my panties and pull them back on.

“Jacob! Jenna? Where are you two?” a new voice called— Mimi Everett. My heart raced as I ran my fingers through my hair, keenly aware of the fact that I was still practically dripping from our sex and that one shoe was absolutely nowhere to be found. I kicked off the other rather than continue hunting— maybe it’d just look like I wanted to walk around barefoot in the grass? Or something? Maybe? I looked to Jacob, panicked, and saw his mouth was a grim line.

“There you are!” Ms. Everett said cheerfully, stepping around the side of the deck. “We picked up barbecue from that place by the Kroger for dinner— oh! Jacob, I didn’t know you were bringing Sasha along.”

I had been building up a smile, having to beat it through layers of nerves; Ms. Everett’s words sent it crashing into the pit of my stomach. I looked at Jacob. What the hell was going on?

“I didn’t know you…didn’t know that,” Jacob began, struggling for words. “You mentioned coming up here with my girlfriend—“

“Oh!” Ms. Everett said, rolling her eyes at herself. “Honey, I’m so sorry— I meant girl-who-is-a-friend. I guess I forgot to mention we’d asked Jenna. I just thought that since we were talking about how long it’s been since we’ve seen her, it’d be a nice trip. You two always used to like coming up here.”