"Not flattery if it's true," I remind him with a soft, breathless laugh as his hand smooths over my leg and around to settle on the small of my back. Just that touch alone is enough to send every nerve in my body on fire and when he leans up to kiss the side of my neck, my fingers trip over the dents and curves of his abs. It's hard not to shiver.

He moves quickly then, grabbing hold of me and rolling onto his back, pulling me over him. Laughing in surprise, I catch myself with a hand on either side of his head, staring down at he stares up. The sound dies in my throat when he rocks upward, his dick right up against mine, separated only by our underwear.

"Oh my God, Jack."

I have no idea what he's saying and I make a mental note to definitely add French as my foreign language course at Barton as I move one hand down to his chest, using him for leverage as I rock my own hips down against him. It's not like anything I've ever felt before, another boy's dick right up against my own. And not any boy's. Jack's.

The fact that he's hard for me is almost overwhelming and I lean down closer, biting my lip as I move again, my hands smoothing over his chest and shoulders. "I, uhm. I thought about this some too," I confess, surprising myself with my ability to form words. "Never once thought it might actually happen, oh my goodness."