[22] Seduce Jack Summers; The Mission

{WARNING CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT but it's not smut lol}

Spencer's POV

I dragged myself closer to him, my long fingers curling even tighter around his shirt.

Our lips meet. I kiss him.

I'm kissing Jack Summers.

But for some reason, I'm not freaking out. It's hard to freak out when it just feels so... so... right.

Soooooooo right. The way our lips connect, even if only for a brief moment, feels amazing.

He has gone deathly still and I had to stop. I could've continued, pushed him to the brink until he caved in.

It wouldn't have been too hard, either.

But I have to see what's going on inside that stupid brain of his. I don't ever move away, though. I keep my mouth lingering on his. I like seeing how my hot breath on his cheeks makes them even more flushed and sends a slight tremor through his body every time with each breath.

I take a moment to appreciate how hot flustered Jack is... also just Jack in general.

His cheekbones are set high on his face, giving way to rosy cheeks and lips in a gorgeous pout that has me feeling extremely self conscious of my own mouth. When his eyebrows aren't pinched together the midnight black color of his thick eyelashes becomes visible and contrasts with the sparkling hazel and bright whites of his eyes. The beauty marks scattered across his face enamor me. The feeling is so powerful that I'm compelled to reach out and trace them, delicately connecting the dots on his skin with my fingertips.

The hook of his nose, though crooked, seems artfully sculpted- as if it was meant to be appreciated and admired by those willing to take the time to look.

As I soak in every detail of him, down to the nicks on his face from shaving, I realize how all of it is stunningly beautiful to me. I'm mesmerized by it all.

I have been obviously assessing Jack's facial features for at least a minute and I'm perplexed as to why he hasn't pointed that embarrassing fact out.

As I look up at his eyes, I realize why.

The pit of my stomach drops at the first sight of his glazed over expression.

His eyebrows are furrowed and I see a turmoil of emotions inside the depths of his eyes. He seems woefully conflicted, but I can't help but propel myself further; push the boundaries the second my eyes catch the flicker of darkening lust in his.

So my hands release their fists of fabric from his shirt, trade in for pressing down the material, feeling every delicious curve as they glide up the lean muscles of his chest.

My fingers pick up the erratic pulse of his heartbeat as they reach the sensitive part of his chest. I can feel that his heart is pumping at a pace most definitely not defined as slow.

Mine only thumps more rapidly against my ribcage as my wandering digits brush over his prudent nerve endings. It's impossible to contain a smirk when I can feel them harden in excitement. His breath hitches.

Jack looks exasperated. "I'm not-" he starts.

My fingers curl around his neck, holding it steady as he shivers under the pressure of my touch. I angle my head, barely brushing my lips up against his ear. Soon my hands naturally find themselves tangled in his raven black locks. I tug at them slightly, eliciting a feeble noise from Jack, whose now-open mouth is not something I care to witness right now. His juicy, parted lips are becoming increasingly frustrating to look at, especially when they're... so... close.

And I'm so...

...turned on.

God, I need to focus.

Okay, Spencer. Focus on the task at hand. Follow the steps. Define: What's the mission, what's the goal?

Easy.

Mission: Seduce Jack Summers (preferably without scaring him away)

**aka Mission: help out my particularly hard problem down there**

Next,

Assess the situation: person of interest began to deny his sexuality but was distracted by his flaming homosexual response to gay interaction.

The situational response should be to initiate step one. Here goes!

I nibble on the edge of his ear teasingly and his whole body tenses. "You're not...?" I prompt into his ear with a voice so low, it's almost a hummed whisper, lost in the little air between us.

He has been maintaining a frozen stature but seems out of breath from staying composed. I feel him tense even more each second my lips stay hovering and I begin to worry that I pushed too far.

All of a sudden the air in the room seems to change. Whatever tension was there in the moment- snapped.

Jack turns his ear away from me, angling his head in order to capture my lips with his.

It takes me a moment to respond to the kiss, but when I do, it's with all of the feverish hunger I've been bottling inside. He runs his hands over my body with an eagerness that has every nerve in my body sparking with life. I feel like I'm buzzing with electricity.

And- oh my god those lips.

It's like he's breathing life into my lungs, transporting me to a place where it's just him and I. Everything in the room disappears except for us. I feel dizzy but also simultaneously like I'm completely wired on coffee.

The kiss is passionate and searing hot. The broad stroke of his exploring tongue sends an almost unbearable, overwhelming feeling of need through my body. His soft, plump lips send me into an overwhelming state of bliss that not even my dreams could conjure up.

When our tongues collide, I groan into the warmth of his mouth connected to mine. My eyes flutter with pleasure as I savor his taste.

Salty and sweet.

Just like me, I think, laughing subconsciously at my joke.

But Jack wipes the smile off of my face when he decides to place a trail of hot kisses down my neck. My hands find their way down his back and under his shirt, the skin contact sending tingles throughout my entire body. He's full of warmth and I'm melting.

I bite down hard on my lip when he sucks on the skin, where my neck and shoulder meet, to prevent embarrassing noises from escaping. I seriously need something to stop me from uttering details of conjured up Jack-related fantasies. I'm about to spill the beans if he keeps torturing me with this neck sucking stuff he's doing right now. So I lift his lips up to meet mine, where he welcomes my kiss greedily.

His fingers flex around my hip and my body jolts to life. His teasing nibble on my lower lip has my hips bucking up against his.

"Jack..." I moan his name into his mouth.

I break out of my trance when he suddenly pulls away-- I begin to whine in protest but abruptly stop when I see his jaw clenched tightly, brows furrowed like he's... he's holding back.

Holding back-- but from what?

"Spencer..."

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AN: Sooo, second book?

(Don't worry, I still have stuff for this book, it's not over)

If so, what should I call it?

I'm thinking that there's plenty of plot holes to be filled if I did a second book.

I had been thinking I would make a book of this same story but from Jack's perspective but now I'd rather just switch permanently to Jack's POV and start where this book leaves off.

Then I could do flashbacks if I needed to clear up Jack related things from this book. Or is that too cheesy?

Also sorry for the short chapter, but you guys deserved an update. I apologize for the short hiatus, I had school stuff from 6am-3pm and work 3:30-8 every day plus homework with all of my AP classes so yikes.

I'll go back and edit this later but right now I have to leave for 7 hours of work so I want to publish this before I leave lol.

Love,

Leah