One-Eighty (Westover Prep 1)

“Fingers and mouth first, okay?”

I nod before squeezing my eyes closed as I feel his warm breath there.

“And we may have to end up with an IOU on the third one because—dammit, Piper, so tight.”

I moan with delight when the tip of one finger presses into my entrance.

“I won’t last once I’m inside of you.” His finger continues to work, and I refuse to look down at him, knowing he’s cataloging my responses. “It’s going to hurt, and I won’t have time to get you there.”

“Dalton!” I screech when his thumb gets in on the action and begins to circle my clit at a torturously slow pace.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good. So, so, so good.”

“How about this?”

My eyes snap open at the first luxurious lick of his hot tongue. With his finger still inside of me, curling and pulsing in some magical way, his tongue takes over for his thumb, and it’s life-changing.

No longer worried about embarrassment, I flex my neck and prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch what he’s doing to me.

He grins, the corners of his mouth curling up as his tongue works me into a frenzy. Like a maniac, I nod my head over and over as something amazing builds inside of me. It only spurs him on, one finger becoming two, his tongue focusing on that one tiny spot that throbs for him.

Without warning, my body convulses, and the pressure that was building inside of me ruptures into a series of moans and pulses, radiating from where he is to each of my extremities. It’s so powerful, I have to dash tears from my eyes. So that’s what a good orgasm feels like? Give me a million more because it was phenomenal.

His mouth still works me, his fingers edging deeper, but the overload of sensations makes me shove his head away forcefully. He smiles again, undeterred by the aggressiveness I just displayed.

“Feel good?” He licks at his lips as he waits for my answer.

My breathing is ragged as if I had just run a marathon rather than having laid here merely as a semi-active participant in what he just did.

“Can we do it again?” I beg.

Taking me seriously, Dalton begins to lower himself back down.

“Get up here.” I pull him to me, pressing my mouth to his before even realizing what I’m doing. A tanginess fills my mouth, and it’s almost weird enough to make me back out of the kiss, but then he moans in my mouth, sweeping his tongue over mine, and I’m once again lost to him.

He doesn’t pull away from me as he reaches down and shoves his basketball shorts off his hips, and he only pulls his lips away an inch to get his shirt off, and here we are, both completely naked. His warm flesh covers mine, and the thickness between his legs rests perfectly at my core, hot and needy.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his lips trailing down my jaw.

“I’m sure,” I tell him. “Condom?”

“Fuck. Yeah. I almost forgot.” It’s only a matter of seconds before he reaches into his bedside table, opens a new box of condoms, pulls one from the pack, sheaths himself, and settles back between my thighs.

“Be gentle,” I remind him.

“Of course. Are you ready?”

I nod, unable to actually say the words, and he lifts up on one side, touching me there again before notching himself against me.

“Jesus, just the anticipation is going to make this end too fast.”

My eyes screw shut when he pushes in a few inches. A stinging pain hits next, and I whimper. He’s too big, too much all at one time, and I shift my hips to try to ease the burn.

“Please look at me,” he begs. “I need to know we’re in this together. This is my first time, too, remember?”

“Oh, God,” I whisper when I open my eyes and see the vulnerability in his. “Dalton.”

“Piper,” he moans, pushing deeper into me.

When his legs meet the back of my thighs, I know he’s fully inside of me, and even though I expect him to pull back out and slam back inside, he holds his hips still, letting me adjust to him even though I can tell from the strain in his forehead that it’s costing him.

“Ready?”

I nod my head because the sharp pain is gone, replaced by a low throbbing that I’m sure won’t go away no matter how long he stays still.

“Kiss me,” I plead as his hips flex back.

He obliges, lowering his mouth to mine. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist, and it makes him able to push in impossibly deeper. We both moan. Him with pleasure; me with unease.

“Piper, shit.” He pushes in again, slow but with unfaltering rhythm. “Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.”

He jerks inside of me, growing thicker as his arms begin to tremble around me.