Page 16 of Operation: Ogre

He wrapped his arms around me, and I couldn’t help but tug him into my embrace. A rich vanilla scent wafted off him and made a satisfied growl rumble in my chest. I pulled him closer until he was fully pressed against me. Where he belonged. No need for a hunky werewolf to get in the way.

My cock began to stir in my briefs, and I yanked back, heat racing to my cheeks. “We should, uh, sit down or something,” I mumbled.

“Good idea. Need to let people know we’re together. Let Aaron stew.”

Chris threaded his fingers through mine and tugged me toward the couch. But it was still occupied by the cheerleaders and his older brother, so he shoved me toward the overstuffed chair opposite, and I sat, thankful for the reprieve from whatever was going on between us. I put my arm out, fully expecting him to perch on the arm of the chair, but he didn’t.

He plopped onto my lap and snuggled close.

My pulse tripled in speed as I fought my twitching cock. His firm ass was so perfect in my lap. I had never thought about it before, but I was sure as hell thinking about it now. My arms slid around him, and one of my hands sprawled over his stomach. Most of my palm was contained to his shirt, but not all. One offending digit rested on the warmth of his skin. My pinky slid along the silk of him.

A shiver went through Chris, and I did it again and again, just sliding my fingertip over his exposed skin. He didn’t move away, but rather leaned back into me, allowing more of his shirt to rise and letting more of my hand rest on him. I could see the vein in his neck throbbing, and electricity raced between us in a way he had to feel.

Gently, I tucked my hand under his shirt, so the whole of my palm was flat against his tight abs. A small moan came out of Chris’s mouth. It was music to my ears. I would give anything to see his face right now, but I didn’t want to shatter this moment. I had zero idea what was going on. I really didn’t. I liked it, though. A lot.

Carter caught my eye, and he narrowed his gaze at me, his eyes shifting from my face to my hand like he was warning me away. I swallowed but refused to move my hand from where it was plastered to Chris’s skin. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and Chris clearly had no issue, because he hadn’t moved or said anything. In fact, he was arching into my touch and pressing his head into my shoulder.

Samantha traipsed closer, then froze, her eyebrows nearly kissing her hairline. “What the hell?” she started to ask, but Aaron was close behind her, bumping into her smaller frame and knocking her clean over.

Chris stood, and I frowned at the loss of his warmth. But it made sense he wanted to check on his younger sister. Aaron was fussing over Sam, who appeared perfectly uninjured. However, instead of going to her, Chris climbed back onto my lap, this time straddling my thighs. His cheeks were dark red, and his white teeth were sunk into his full bottom lip. A slight tremble was going through him.

“You okay?” I asked, smoothing my hands over his bare thighs. My fingers teased the hem of his shorts, just daring to slide under the material.

He nodded, not saying a word. His eyes flicked to my mouth. I swallowed again, my stomach taking flight. I wanted that. I wanted his lips on mine. Why? Who the hell knew? But it wasn’t about Aaron or fake dating. It was because, somehow, I was utterly desperate to feel Chris’s mouth on mine. To know if his lips were as soft as they appeared.

“Chris,” I whispered like a plea, a prayer, a fucking breath, then crashed my mouth to his.

Chris started, and I almost pulled away to apologize, but he laced his fingers in my hair and moaned into the kiss. His lips were soft and tentative against mine. I slid my hands to his waist, easily spanning the distance, and claimed his mouth for my own.

Somehow, someway, this felt right. This moment, with Chris on my lap and his mouth on mine, was perfect.

Chapter Seven

Christopher

Holy fuck, my first kiss. And it wasn’t just with anyone—it was with Jaxon. Like, what the hell was happening? One second, I was on his lap, trying to make Aaron jealous, not because it annoyed me that Jaxon was paying attention to someone other than me or anything like that, and then we were kissing. I wasn’t complaining, not at all. His mouth was warm and commanding as it moved across mine. While shy in life, it seemed that didn’t translate into how Jaxon basically attacked me.

A moan rushed out of me, and he swallowed the sound, as if it belonged to him. That thought alone was enough to have my dick chubbing up. I should’ve instantly wanted to pull away and spare myself some embarrassment, but I didn’t. Rather, I leaned closer, winding my arms around his neck to bury my fingers in his hair.

He groaned, low and needy against my mouth, and I pressed my chest against his, going up on my knees to get even closer to him before sliding one of my hands down to rest over his throbbing heart. Need and want were drowning me. I’d never felt like this before. I instantly got why people wanted to suck each other’s faces off. The feel of Jaxon against me, his warmth, his solidness, and the rush I got from his thick lips moving against my own was addictive. I was never going to be the same again.

One of his hands moved from my waist to the swell of my ass, and all the noises of the party vanished. All I could sense was him. The way he claimed me. And he was claiming me. Fuck, his large hand gripped me like he owned me, and his mouth never ceased moving. It was like all of my brain cells were slipping out and flopping on the floor, dying. I didn’t need brain cells. I did need Jaxon’s mouth on mine, though by the time we were done making out, I would probably be a zombie, not fit to do much.

Whatever. Worth it.

Jaxon brushed the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking for entry, and I started. He froze, his fingers loosening from their iron hold on my ass. Before he could pull away, I opened my mouth and mashed it against him. Not the best technique, I admitted, but I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted this moment to end.

His tongue gently teased mine with small licks and twists. Every brush sent lightning shooting down my veins, but my stomach rolled at the thought of returning the movements. What if I did something weird? Something he didn’t like? But this was Jaxon. No matter what, I trusted him. Besides, I wanted to stop thinking. I wanted to completely lose myself in this moment. To just feel. Feel Jaxon. No one else.

When he tickled my tongue with his again, I gently flicked the tip of mine against it. Jaxon groaned low and gravelly into my mouth, and my dick filled up the rest of the way. Every thought or worry I possessed fell away and left me empty except for the racing heat surging through me. I gripped his hair at the nape of his neck and basically attacked him.

He met me movement for movement and brush for brush. My hard dick wasn’t alone. A monster pressed into me, and I couldn’t help but wiggle against it, letting it slot between my cheeks as well as it possibly could with both of us wearing clothes. Jaxon’s massive hand gripped my ass so tight it almost hurt and ground me down against his erection, making me moan.

What the fuck was happening? I had no idea, but I wasn’t against it. At all. I might be a virgin, but I was sure as hell ready to give up that social construct. And Jaxon just felt so damn good against me. So much so that I really wished neither of us were wearing clothes. Why couldn’t we be in our dorm room, alone, and very naked? That would be all kinds of more convenient.

At that thought, I finally heard the wolf-whistles around us. I jolted back, and Jaxon chased me with a low snarl that did nothing to help my boner problem, but he paused, his lips just resting against mine. We both separated as if shocked with electricity. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind not to get off his lap, or else both of our erections would be very visible.

Cheeks on fire, I glanced around the room, and my gaze locked onto my siblings, who were both staring at me with identical expressions: furrowed brows, deep frowns, and narrowed eyes. Yeah, I was going to have some explaining to do. No way around it. I shoved the thought away. That was future Christopher’s problem. Right now, I needed to focus on the matter at hand—Aaron.