As soon as Emma opened the door, Jayden walked in, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'm only here because you made it seem urgent," he said, his eyes locked on hers.
But before he could say another word, Emma dragged him in, her lips crashing into his. Jayden was taken aback, but he quickly reciprocated, his arms wrapping around her as they deepened the kiss.
As they pulled away for a moment, Jayden chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Emma's response was simple, yet effective. "I want you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jayden's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What has gotten into you?" he asked, his tone teasing.
But then, his expression turned serious, and he reminded her, "And didn't I talk to you about skipping school?"
Emma's response was quick, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. "Woke up sick this morning," she said, her eyes flashing with a hint of mischief.
Jayden's eyes narrowed, his hand reaching out to examine her temperature. He placed his palm on her forehead, his touch gentle, yet probing. But Emma was quick to withdraw her head moving away from his touch.
"I'm better now," she said, her voice firm, yet playful.
As they walked into the living room, Jayden dropped every piece of disguise he had, his eyes locked on Emma's. He knew that she had texted him since morning, but he had refused to come, claiming he was busy. It was only when she begged again that he agreed to come over, saying he would stop by before he had to show up at the pitch.
As they sat down next to each other, Jayden turned to Emma, his eyes serious. "I have just an hour to spare," he said, his voice firm, yet gentle.
The air was thick with tension, the chemistry between them palpable. But Emma looked at Jayden, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. She knew that the next hour was going to be intense, and she was ready to make the most of it.
"I want to see you in your school skirt," Jayden said
Emma couldn't help but smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's in the laundry," she replied, her voice playful and her smile hinting at the mischief that was to come.
Jayden's face fell, his expression comically sad. "Sad, sad, sad," he said, his voice exaggerated, his smile still plastered on his face.
But Emma was quick to turn the tables, her voice taking on a sexy tone. "Why should I wear the skirt when you'd just take it off me in the end?" she asked, her eyes locked on Jayden's, her hand creeping up his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Jayden's response was immediate, his voice joking, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm not that nasty," he said, his tone defensive, but his smile betraying his true intentions.
Emma's laughter was music to Jayden's ears, her voice husky, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
She sat on him, her hair bonding upwards.
"Let's get physical," she whispered into his ear, her breath trailing for a while, sent shivers down Jayden's spine.
As she took out her shirt and placed it behind Jayden's neck, holding on to each side with each hand, Jayden knew that he was in trouble. He was trapped, and he didn't want to escape.
She pulled him forward with the shirt, her eyes locked on his, her gaze sexy, her lips inches from his. "I want to feel your touch," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips pressing against his, sending a jolt of electricity through Jayden's body.
As they kissed, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of desire and passion.
After a while, Jayden held up his hand, holding Emma's arm as he pushed her away from him. "Hold up," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We can't do this right now."
Emma looked at him in surprise, her eyes questioning. "Huh?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jayden took a deep breath, trying to explain. "Not like we can't, but we can't right now," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "I need to conserve my energy for the game. If we do this right now, it can drain me, and I won't be able to give my best on the field."
Emma looked at him, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice curious.
Jayden sighed, trying to find the right words. "As an athlete, I have to be in top physical condition," he explained. "And... doing this can get me so tired. I can't risk getting tired because of certain distractions..." he said to her once pointing at her boobs
"You don't necessarily have to be distracted" She said to him as she bit on her lips slightly
"Nope" he answered in a non convinced manner
Emma raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Those guys are kids, you're playing with kids. How much strength do you need?"
Jayden chuckled, a confident glint in his eye. "Those kids are good," he said, his tone serious. "They've learned from the best, their coach is a pro, and he's taught them everything he knows. Plus, they've been practicing since even before they met him and they're hungry for a win."
Emma's expression turned mocking, her voice laced with sarcasm. "And you're the best?" she asked, her tone dripping with skepticism. "Oh please, you're not even in the same league as the pros."
Jayden grinned, his eyes crinkling to the corners
"Hey... I've got skills and I've worked so hard to get to where I am today"
Emma rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.
"You're so full of yourself" She teased, her voice light "But I suppose it's cute"