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Patricia's POV

Three days had gone by and I was loving every minute of this bet Jerome and I were having. Four times now he had cornered me and kissed me senseless and I had cornered him three times.

I was currently sitting on the couch when I noticed Jerome walk past me, his hand brushing my thigh. I shuddered, standing up abruptly and grabbing his arm. He turned, grinning at me from under his fringe. with a smirk I pulled him so that he was sitting on the sofa, ready and waiting for me as I straddled his lap. His smile widened as he grabbed my hips, pulling our bodies closer. I leaned forwards, dragging my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping at it before full on kissing him with all my might. He growled and I realised that neither of us had actually had enough to full on moan yet.

I decided to try and change that, my hands leaving his shoulders to trail down his stomach. He stiffened slightly as I reached his abdomen, my hands tickling the top of his school trousers. He squirmed, trying to get me to go lower. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself like I could. Before I could go lower though, a disgusted sigh made me stop and turn to the door.

Alfie and Mara were standing there, books in hand with almost horrified looks on their faces.

"Guys, we know about your little bet, but do you have to be so…graphic?" Alfie asked awkwardly while Mara just nodded. I rolled my eyes, climbing off a very flustered Jerome.

"Whatever, you should know how competitive we can be." I said in a low voice and I noticed a shiver run through Jerome. I smirked as I stood up, heading for my room. What a great way to start the morning.

School passed way to slowly for my liking, wishing I could have more alone time with Jerome. All we had had today was our little morning encounter and then again at lunch when he had pulled me into the cleaners closet for a great half hour of kissing and competitive touching-nothing below the waist.

But I wasn't satisfied by that any more. During our little sessions we hadn't talked much and I wanted to know more about him. I sighed, closing my locker and heading back to the house. When I got there I was instantly dragged into my room by a slightly mad looking Jerome.

"What the hell was that this morning? I was late to class because of it!" he snapped. I smirked, raising an eyebrow and he blushed darkly.

"I was just trying to up the game, neither of us have moaned yet." I stated simply. His eyebrows raised.

"Well there's one way to fix that." he said before grabbing me and sitting me on the bed, sitting down next to me. I eyed him cautiously, but he just gave me that sexy smile.

I felt him move behind me and then his hands were on my shoulders, massaging them. I had to admit, it did feel good. But most massages did. I wasn't impressed.

I did relax, though. It was pretty nice. Definitely not nearly moan-worthy though.

My whole body stiffened again when I felt his lips press against my neck. I didn't make a sound as his lips gently moved up, kissing his way up my jawline. My breathing became more shallow.

I wriggled a bit when I felt his lips on my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe, and I stifled a laugh from the slight tickling sensation. He slithered one arm around my waist and slowly lowered me back onto my bed. I looked up at him curiously. But he didn't meet my eyes, seeming to be very into what he was doing. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened at this, but I didn't move.

I felt his lips curve into a smirk when he felt me kiss him back. His tongue moved against my lips, begging for entry. I gave it to him.

I hated to admit that, but Jerome definitely knew what he was doing this time. His lips and tongue moved at all the right times, and he gave me room to breathe at just the right times as well. Going against my screaming head, my eyes fluttered closed and I got completely absorbed in the kiss.

I felt Jerome's hand run through my loose hair as the kiss continued. His other hand crept up my shirt. I couldn't get myself to stop him. He pulled away from my lips and moved back down to my neck, sucking gently on me. His hand crept up higher until it found its destination. Jerome cupped my left breast and I felt myself gasp at the feeling.

His lips moved town my neck, leaving wet kisses scattered up and down my throat. He captured my lips again then, his warm tongue going right back to exploring my mouth. His hand squeezed my breast once and his other hand slid under the waistband of my jeans.

"Muhh!" I moaned, my back arching involuntarily at the pressure on my breast. The sensitive skin felt bruised but tingled with pleasure at the same time.

He released my lips again, grinning. "Moan my name, Trixie," he coaxed gently, leaning down a pressing little wet kisses down my bare stomach.

"No!" I gasped out, my whole body tingling with pleasure.

"Come on…" he continued, his lips tongue swirling against my bellybutton. My heart was now pounding uncontrollably.

"Jerome…" he enticed me. "Jerome…" He moved on top of me as he kissed and taunted. His body pressed up against mine. I was a bit surprised to feel that I had gotten him excited. His "excitement" dug into my thigh almost painfully. "Jerome…" he continued persuading me, pushing my sleeve down a bit so he could kiss down my bare shoulder. I hated the way his lips made me all turned on.

Damn him.

His lips were off of me all of the sudden, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him lift up my shirt. I was about to yell at him angrily, when instead something else came out.

"Mmmuhhhh… Jerome!" I moaned out his name loudly as his lips touched the valley between my breasts, his tongue darting out and licking the droplets of sweat that had formed. My whole body arched and I felt his body involuntarily thrust against mine.

Jerome kissed the skin over my pounding heart and then pulled away, leaving me to whimper at the lack of warmth. He sat up, and I opened my eyes. He stared at my exposed bra, a smirk playing on his face. His eyes looked hungry. My cheeks burned. He leaned over.

"I win," he whispered just millimeters from my aching lips before he got up and walked out.

"Where are you going?" I asked, wanting him to come back and finish what he started.

"Bathroom." he stated before walking out.

Well that was certainly...interesting.

Jerome certainly surprised earlier, I never thought he would go that far. It was certainly welcome though and now I was laying in my bed, frustrated as ever. Nina wasn't here, sharing a night with Fabien. They claimed they weren't doing anything but we all knew that was a load of crap.

I heard a creak and turned to the door. It was open slightly, not how I left it. I shook my head, hoping to get rid of my paranoia.

"Patricia?" I jumped as Jerome peeled back my covers, climbing into bed with me. I couldn't stop the smile that appeared on my face as I snuggled up against him, revelling in his warmth. His arms went to my waist and I grinned into his shoulder, which I realised was bare, him being clad only in a pair of ocean blue pyjama bottoms.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after a few minutes, my voice muffled. I felt him shift onto his back, keeping me against him.

"I couldn't sleep, not after...that." I knew exactly what he was talking about and blushed darkly.

"Yeah...it was pretty amazing. I never knew my body could feel those...sensations." I blushed harder at those words, waiting for Jerome's answer. He didn't answer, just gave me a strange look.

"Did you seriously just say that? Why not say what you really think like, that made me want to strip and go all the way?" I blushed harder at his frankness.

"Jerome!" I hissed and he chuckled, turning his head to look at me in the darkness.

"Trixie. Sex is not dirty. Not if it's done right – or unless you want it to be." He smirked to himself. "If the guy is any good, it's a great experience for both partners."

"And I suppose you're good at it?" I snorted.

"You don't believe me?"

"No."

"If you do it right, the different parts of the act all roll into one. You don't think, 'tonight I'm going to go to second base'. Or 'ooh it's time for third base'."

I was actually interested, I really was. I could not believe she was having this conversation with Jerome, but it was that "late night confessional" feeling. Tomorrow I would regret being so honest with him, but tonight, it was like sharing something with a best friend.

"If I promise not to go past second base, do you want me to show you what I mean?"

Silence.

More silence.

I nodded.

"Not past second base." I whispered quietly, my voice timid.

"Okay. Unless you ask me to." He said with a smug smile.

I smirked. "Are you that sure of yourself?"

"No. I'm that sure you aren't a prude."

I smiled at him. This was the first time we were going to kiss in complete privacy with nothing in the way of restraints. In public, it had been hot enough. I wondered at what point I would tell him to stop.

He sat up so that our faces were level.

"You want to stop, you tell me okay?" I never thought that, once given the chance, Jerome would make this kind of experience all about me.

"Yes."

"Patricia?"

"Hmm."

"Friends?"

"Friends." I said and smiled.

"Close your eyes."

Jerome didn't start with my lips. He kissed my neck first. He let his lips glide across my skin, pressing little kisses along my collarbone, hairline and behind my ears. At the same time, he was gently massaging my neck and shoulders with his fingers.

"That's nice." I said and leaned back into him slightly. He slid his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. His fingers laced with mine and we played a little game, tracing each other's fingers and palms. He watched our hands, and for a moment, the kissing was forgotten.

"Do you have any idea, how beautiful you are, Patricia?" He must have forgot himself for a second, probably thinking of someone else. I blushed, reminding myself this was part of the game. Jerome pressed his lips back against my ear. "I meant that."

I turned and faced him, our eyes connecting in the darkness. His eyes, an Icy blue that sparkled in the light and glowed in the dark, were staring right at me with passion, care and a little bot of want. I could see every muscle on his chest and stomach, surprised that he kept himself in such great shape. He caught my mouth with his own and the kissing began properly.

These kisses were like the few that we had already shared…only better. These were less guarded. These were soft, gentle, but set off a fire burning in parts of me I hadn't realised existed.

These kisses were turning me on.

I tried to work out what made the difference, and then gave up. Maybe it was the pressure, maybe the timing or maybe it was just that we had unlocked the restraint between them. Something instinctive was working in me. I raised my hands to his hair and kissed him back with everything I had.

This time when he slipped his tongue into my mouth I didn't resist, I joined my own with his and moved my body closer.

Jerome twisted us around and laid me back on the bed, and the kissing continued. His hands started to explore, and it felt….right. He undid the buttons on my shirt and let his fingers play along the line from my collar bone down to my navel. His mouth was always on mine, except for the tiny moments when we parted for air. I felt his finger tips roaming my collar bone and ribs and then he gently brushed one finger towards my left breast.

"No lemon-ade. I promise." He murmured against my lips. I giggled and kissed him. His finger brushed my nipple and I gasped into the kiss, a tingling feeling hitting me between the legs. This felt so...natural, yet dangerous at the same time. I supposed this could be classed as second base. But, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Jerome's stroking grew braver, more adventurous. More fingers, more of my breast and nipples, harder pressure. But it all felt incredible. I started to feel damp between my legs.

He lifted his head from my lips and smiled at me.

"Don't even think about stopping." I cautioned.

He chuckled. "I proved my point?"

"Not yet."

"Greedy." He chuckled as he kissed his way to my left nipple and took it into his mouth. I groaned.

His hands were working on my right breast, his lips and tongue on my left breast and his body was pressing against the length of mine.

"I'm turning you on again." I murmured, suddenly aware of him pressing against my upper thigh.

He lifted his head.

"Yes. Don't let it freak you out." he whispered. I knew he could control himself, I trusted him.

"It isn't." I pulled his head up to mine for a kiss.

"You're turning me on too." Suddenly brave, I lifted his hand and moved it down between my legs so that he could feel my wetness. His eyes widened and he looked at me carefully trying to second guess me.

"Patricia? Do you want me to make you cum?" he almost sounded embarrassed.

"Yes…please!" I begged, not caring if I sounded pathetic.

He took his hand away and pulled my face to his for a deep, deep kiss. It was intense, mind-numbing, and I felt a new wave of wetness. His hands moved back to my breasts, giving my nipples gentle strokes and then he rolled on to his side and slid a hand down into my undies.

"Tell me to stop."

"No."

He started to kiss my mouth again. His first stroke, I moved my hips. He opened his eyes to see the look of peace on my face.

My fingers knotted into his hair and he felt me stroke the back of his neck. It felt like I was holding him in place. He smiled to himself, I could feel it. I could almost guess what he was thinking This is unbelievable.

He didn't speak out loud, because if he did it would ruin the spell we both knew it wouldn't take very long. I was new at this, I was already close. He turned back to start kissing my mouth again.

When I came, I bit his lip, my legs trapping his hand and my whole body shaking. There was no dramatic crying of his name.

It was dignified and I knew he respected it.

He lifted his hand from me, kissed me repeatedly on the mouth and then pulled me close to him.

"Fucking hell, Jerome" I finally whispered against his neck.

He laughed. So did I.

This was definitely not what I expected to come out from this at the start of the week.

Let me know if that was a little too graphic but I was just giving the readers what they wanted.

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