He pulled over to the side of the road quickly.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?!" He said shocked. I would be shocked to if a really awkward dork was crying in the passenger seat of my car.
I nodded and wiped away the tears. Stop being weird Owen.
"Just surprised someone like you would say that to me," I replied looking down at my hands, which were currently fiddling in my lap.
"Someone like me?" He asked frowning. "And why not to you?"
"You know. You're Jack Atlas. You're smart and funny. Extremely good looking and you're brave. You saved me that day...I'm just Owen. I'm not significant..." I want to crawl in a hole. Why can't I just shut up? Just something about him makes me want to never disobey him. That includes ignoring his questions.
"You are beautiful. You are very intelligent which is why you are in this school in the first place. As for good looking, you are by far the most attractive boy I have ever seen. Your big blue eyes" he leaned in close and touched the corner of my eyes. "Your lips are so red and juicy," he caressed my face, moving his hand down to my lips. My knees started to shake. "You're hair looks so soft. Looks like sunshine on daisies" my golden hair was now being turned in his fingers. "Your body..." His voice went lower than before. Which was unbelievable considering he already had a very deep voice. My waist was enveloped and I was sitting in his lap, drawn tightly against his chest. Mhm...all thoughts cleared my head.
"Is perfect" my breathing became shallow as his lips grazed my lips and traveled to my neck, leaving slow kisses up and down the side. I accidentally bucked against his chest. His chest was hard and I could feel only muscles. I moaned.
Jack grunted and shut his eyes, nostrils flared.
"Don't do that again or ill do something I will regret," he said licking his lips. "And never doubt yourself, or I may just have to show you how beautiful you really are" his hands cupped my ass pushing me towards his chest again. I panted. Stop! Or this I will end up begging him to take me home and never let me out of his room!
"Answer me when I speak to you!" He growled, my ear lobe in-between his teeth while he started to suck.
"A..ah! Mhm...yes sir!" I am not sure why, but calling him Jack was not enough. He was higher than me.
"Such a good boy little Owen" he praised shifting and adjusting himself so we were now in the back seat.
His tongue racked down my neck and I felt an unfamiliar sensation in my stomach. A hand grazed and caressed up and down my thigh, going higher and higher each stroke. My breathing became erratic and I couldn't control the moans that left my mouth.
"That's it baby, let it out for me," he cooed while breathing into my neck. I can't take this!
All of a sudden my pants were around my ankles and I was suddenly very self conscious especially now in front of a shirtless jack. When did that happen?! Oh my gosh...his stomach! I could never compete with that. His muscles were defined and chiseled. He had V-line going into his shorts...
I crossed my arms. He would be disappointed if he saw my stomach. I was pale and skinny...
All of a sudden my arms were ripped from off my chest and stretched over my head. Both wrists were held in one hand, while the other had stripped me of a shirt and my shorts. No!
"N..no!" I squealed.
"Did you just try to hide your body from me?" He asked, tightening his grip. I couldn't say anything. Either way I would disappoint Jack. If I said yes, I would have disobeyed him; if I said no, I would have lied to him. "Answer when I speak to you!"
