Crossing Lines

1. Temporary Insanity

And when his mouth parted and his tongue tried to fight its way into my mouth I resisted. I didn't give a single inch. Instead I took as I pressed my thigh between his and grounded it against his groin.

When Jake let out a low moan I considered that a win for me. This was my kiss, I was in control and there was nothing—

Jake yanked hard on my hair and my mouth opened with a gasp. He didn't waste a second claiming my mouth taking back this kiss for himself.

I was losing.

So I fought again, my tongue fighting against his trying to take control from him yet again. I pressed my hand to his chest pining him more against the door. All I could think about was Jake's lips and the fact I needed to win. I wanted more and more but I wasn't going to give in just to get it.

He'd never let me live it down if I just submitted to him.

But there was this want in me to just let him take. Part of me desperately wanted to know what he'd do with that type of control.

There was a sharp tug on my hair again and this time instead of a gasp I let out a whine. I almost just pulled away the second the noise left me. I hadn't actually thought I could make that noise.

Apparently I really like having my hair pulled.

And it was all it took I relented. I gave in as Jake pulled control back from me.

I let him finally win.

The second I did though he pulled back. I had to stop myself from chasing his lips as they detached from mine. I didn't need to embarrass myself anymore than I already have.

"You're actually kinda hot when you aren't talking." Jake grinned and now instead of wanting to kiss him again I just wanted to punch him.

"Fu-," he didn't let another word come out of my mouth he just pulled me back in.

This time there was no fight as Jake took over the kiss. I was kinda mad I hadn't given in earlier.

The hand that was on my wrist finally moved right down my back until it rested right above my waistband. He pulled me in and then we were rolling our hips against each other.

As my pants got tighter, all I could think about was how much I wanted it. I wanted to touch him, I wanted watch him fall apart as I worked him with my mouth. God I wanted it so bad my head was starting to spin.

I was so lost in my head and the feelings of bliss I barely noticed I was moving. He turned us and soon it was me who was pressed against the door, fully pined. And I didn't think it could feel any better but as Jake's body pressed me further into the solid surface behind me it got to be all too much.

I was started to think Jake was a mind reader because he was pulling away, his hand leaving my hair to rest on my shoulder.

I want to whine from the loss. To beg just for something more but I wasn't that pathetic. I'd never let Jake Oliver reduce me to that low of a point.

I hated him. I hated him maybe a little more now that I knew what he could do. My whole body was buzzing with want and need and it was because of him, the guy I hated more than anything.

It was a weird sensation, the back and forth happening as half of me was so turned on I felt like my dick might fall off and the other half was ready to let my dick fall off just so that I could tell Jake to fuck off and leave this bathroom.

He didn't say anything just moved a little away from me and the hands that were on me were now gone. I wanted to reach out and pull him back in but instead I just leaned against the door panting as I watched as he started undoing the buttons of his pants.