He nods, looking me over and I can see the hunger in his eyes. I run up the stairs feeling his eyes following me with each step.

It took ten minutes after James and I got in the car to find an abandoned parking lot and we have been making out for the past fifteen minutes with the idea of food completely forgotten.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he says as he begins to raise my sweatshirt up. I rock against his cock, desperate to feel him inside of me. I put my hand between us, palming his cock and squeezing gently. “Baby,” he says grabbing my hand, “you said we weren’t having sex. Stop teasing me.”

I did tell him that I wanted to wait for later tonight but now I’m definitely regretting the thought of getting out of this car without feeling him between my legs. His hands cup my face as he continues to kiss me, his tongue making love to my mouth as his thumbs sweep over my cheeks gently. My God, this man can kiss. His lips leave mine and trail down, leaving kisses on my cheeks and nibbling on my neck. I let out a sigh of contentedness. “Mmmm, maybe I changed my mind,” I moan as he runs his tongue over my neck. “You’re not being fair.”

“I know.” I hear the smile in his voice, coupled with his hands reaching under my shirt and rubbing his thumb over one of my lace covered nipples has me ready to pull out his cock and impale myself on it.

I’m just about to give in when James’ phone starts ringing. “Fuck.” He groans when he sees Monica’s name on the dashboard of his car.

He picks up the phone and his finger hovers over the accept button. “She’ll just call you or keep calling.” He groans before putting the phone to his ear. “Yes, Mon?”

Even though she’s not on speakerphone, I can hear her clearly because Monica only knows two volumes, loud and louder.

“Can you get eggnog ice cream? Dad’s trying to make it eggnog tonight, now.”

“Sure. Anything else? I don’t want to get home and hear ‘oh I forgot I need something else.’”

“Mom!” Monica shouts and James pulls the phone away from his ear.

“Text the chat,” he says referring to either the siblings’ group chat or the one we have with our parents before hanging up. His lips are back on mine and his hands are back up my sweater.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

He pulls away. “You sure, baby? I was just messing with you. I can wait.”

He says this as he pulls one of my breasts out of my bra and pinches the nipple. “Ah!” I gasp. “Can you? Patience isn’t really your strong suit.”