Jenalyn: Daring to Defy (#1)[Complete]

Chapter 19: Jenalyn

Tuesday, 6:24 P.M.

My heart pounds almost painfully in my chest, but the voice in the back of my head keeps reminding me that Anthony wants me... and that Dane doesn't..

It tells me that I need this. 

Anthony tries to pull me on top of him, but his failed effort ending in my climbing on top of him myself only reminds me of how effortlessly Dane can do this. 

"Don't go too fast..." he moans, already on the verge of cumming when the only thing he's done so far is feel me up. 

I'm thankful for the dark of the room now that I can't help the disappointment from flooding my face. 

Still, the voice in the back of my head urges me on- starting to raise it's voice until it overpowers my skepticism and overall regret in doing this in the first place. I let myself slide down on top of him, and let out a small moan as I do- though Dane has definitely set the bar quite a bit higher than Anthony could even try to reach. 

"Oh shit!" Anthony groans as he fumbles to find my boobs. "Oh fuck, this is good! This is so good... "

But it isn't. It really isn't. 

I'm barely grinding my hips on top of him, but he grips them and tries to slow me- still unable to handle himself. I don't think a lack of stamina has ever bothered me in the boys my age before- but after Dane? I think it bothers me now.

I think a lot about this bothers me... 

Sure, this kid wants me- there's no denying that. But it just can't compare to the way Dane wants me...to the way he needs me- and takes me where and when he wants it. There's something about the way the body just gets so primal when it's a strong enough desire...

Anthony doesn't have that. 

"Bend me over," I tell him suddenly, the voice in the back of my mind growing loud and impatient as each unsatisfying second passes. 

All I do is move to get up- I just go to climb off of him, and he's cumming beneath me... eyes squinted and lungs breathing heavy. 

What the fuck. 

"I'm sorry!" He pants behind me as I rush to find my jeans...rush to get out of this room before the voice in the back of my mind screaming about how disappointing that was becomes the voice escaping my lips. "I... I wasn't expecting you to be as good as they say! But- whew! Uhm- yeah, thanks!"

I feel my eyes narrow in disgust, but still turn around to offer him a quick smile. "No problem. Please upload that video tonight?"

He nods his head, a stupid satisfied smile spread across his lips as he eyeballs me like some prize he'd just won at a carnival. "No problem, babe." he says, growing all too comfortable all too fast. "Wanna smoke again? I have a whole dub just sitting in my sock drawer still!"

Even his weed status doesn't live up to the life I've become accustomed to since Dane. A dub? Dane's got pounds on pounds on pounds. He's got more than green too, a bonus I know Anthony won't get into for another year or two based off his living situation.

I shake my head before he even finishes his question, and head to his bedroom door letting him know I can walk myself out.