All the Little Lies (English Prep 1)

Once my back was on the floor, Christian bent over and placed his lips on mine. At first, his kiss was gentle and caressing. His lips coaxed my body to relax, but his tongue slipping through the gates had my core bursting with flames. My hips moved unknowingly, and he sucked in a breath. “Patience.”

I felt desperate to get things moving, my body still burning from earlier, but he was right. I wanted to savor this.

Christian’s hands found the button of my jeans, and with the flick of a finger, he managed to unbutton them and began pulling the zipper down. I angled my butt up, almost panting as he shimmied them off my legs. His hand traveled up the inside of my thigh, and shivers broke out on every inch of my skin. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, and I pulled his face closer, our lips melding together to the point that I was in a state of bliss.

His mouth did that to me.

It made me forget everything bad in the world. His kisses were full of good and love. I felt loved.

“What are you doing?” I asked as Christian pulled himself up and peered down at me.

“I like you like this. Hot but beautiful. Wild but tamed.” I all but combusted when he dipped down to kiss me again. His lips were warm and gentle, but his hands were all over my body. I arched my body up to his when he broke our kiss. His mouth quickly descended down to my belly. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I shivered. His warm whisper brushed against my skin. “Are you cold?”

A harsh laugh fell out of my lips. “No. I’m hot. Really, really hot.”

I felt him smile along my torso as he began trailing kisses over my hips and legs. Once his warm breath hit my center, I felt my body tighten. Things wound up in my body that hadn’t been wound in a long time. Maybe never. I’d never felt like this. I was vulnerable and at his mercy. I gave him all the control, and I liked it that way.

Christian slowly moved my underwear to the side with his finger, and the slip of his tongue had me bucking up to meet his face. The warm lapping he did caused a familiar pressure to build, and all I wanted was more.

“Christian.” My voice was more like a dog panting, but I didn’t care. Us here, in this treehouse, was everything. Nothing else mattered. Him and me. That was it.

Christian shushed me as his finger found its way inside of me, and with the mix of his warm mouth, I was left breathless. It didn’t take long for ecstasy to wash over my body. I muttered something as I came, but I had no idea what.

I pulled myself up onto my elbows, and I felt a fire burning me from the inside out. Christian was right. I was being wild. I’d had sex before, but not like this. It was purely driven from passion. It felt like the last several weeks were some sort of foreplay. Christian in my room at night, listening to his breathing. The small touches he’d give me. The shared kisses full of fragility and denial.

I descended on him like a cat on its prey. I kneeled in front of him, both of us on our knees, and my hands found his shoulders. I pushed him back lightly and straddled his lap, my hair falling down to his shoulder as I bent my head and laid my lips on his. His tongue flicked mine as his fingers unclasped my bra. He palmed my waist and moved my body over his jeans, scratching at the fabric of my wet underwear. My body grew even hotter as our tempo picked up and Christian’s breathing was fast and loud. I stopped moving my hips for a moment, his eyes scorching me as I crept down his body and found the button of his jeans.

“Hayley,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Shh.” His pants were down quickly with his help, and as soon as my hand inched inside his briefs, he let out a groan. I moved my hand up and down him slowly, enjoying the show of watching him let his guard down. I almost couldn’t take it. I felt a buildup in my own body just by watching him. Brooding, hot Christian who never showed his emotions was letting go. He was letting me work his body, getting lost in my touch, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I pumped my hand up and down a few more times before my mouth found him.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, straining against my lips. His hand found my head, and he wove his fingers through my hair as my mouth bobbed. Why is this so hot? My core was tight, and I almost wanted to reach my fingers down to get my own release as I gave him his.

But Christian didn’t let me get too far. Instead, he grabbed onto my biceps and pulled me to his face. He wore a carnal look, his jaw taut, his eyes hooded as he trailed his gaze to my naked chest and legs. Suddenly, I was whipped around, and he was back on top. The fabric of my panties was ripped down my legs and thrown somewhere in the treehouse.

“Hayley.” Christian’s voice was gravelly, and I felt it all over my skin. “I’m going to ask you something, and all I want is for you to give me a simple answer, and then we’re never going to talk about it again. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered back.

“Are you a virgin?”

My heart stopped. I swallowed before I answered him. “No.”

I couldn’t read his expression. There was a small tick of his eye, but that was it. I knew he wasn’t a virgin—that much was made clear the first day I stepped foot into English Prep.

“So, I don’t have to go slow and gentle?”

My mouth curved. “Don’t you dare.”

And just like that, his mouth was back on mine, but this time, it was urgent and hungry. Our mouths tore into each other like our lives depended on it.

I felt his slick skin at my entrance as we moved up and down. Before things got too heated, he snagged his jeans and pulled out a condom. I watched in awe as he slipped it on, nervous excitement blooming in my chest.

He was back on top of me within a second, and I spread my legs wide, locking onto his eyes. It took a little while, but once he was inside, I finally let my breath out.

“Is this okay?” he asked, towering over me.