Spiked

“Am I really the only girl you’ve ever brought here?” I asked, after listening to him breathe for a moment.

“Of course. That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jacob said, sounding a little offended that I was even asking.

“Why didn’t you ever bring anyone else back here? I mean, that view? The football fan-girls would love it here,” I said.

Jacob took a breath, considered my words. “I guess you could say this is my most personal place. There’s too much risk that if I bring a girl up here, she’ll want to keep coming back.”

“Oh,” I said, unsure what, exactly, that meant. Was he trying to tell me that this was a one-time thing?

“You tense up when you worry,” Jacob said into my hair, then kissed the top of my head. “Also, when you orgasm. I wouldn’t have invited you up here if I didn’t want you to come back.”

I smiled, then lifted a little so I could look down into his eyes. I had to ask. I had to know. “Was it…er.” I took a big breath, let my eyes wander for a moment, then refocused. Jacob looked curious, a step away from concerned, so I couldn’t just stop now. “Was it good?” I managed.

“The sex?” Jacob asked. I nodded. Jacob laughed. “Did you miss the part where I came multiple times? Of course it was good. It was amazing.” He lifted a finger and ran it from my collarbone to my stomach, letting it drag across the bed sheets; I couldn’t help but glance down when his cock stirred, stiffening at the memory of our night together.

“It was the first time,” I said, letting the words tumble from my lips. I cringed as I heard them, heat rising up to my ears; I pulled the sheets over my head.

“What?” Jacob asked, laughing a little and fighting to free me from my hiding place.

“It was my first time,” I said, trying to be clearer.

“What part? Coming during sex? That’s not going to be good for my ego,” Jacob joked, and finally managed to fight the sheet away from my eyes. I shook my head a little, and Jacob suddenly looked stricken. “It was your first— oh my god. You mean, having sex? You were a virgin?”

I nodded again, and Jacob fell back, putting his hands up to his forehead. He looked almost panicked. “You were a virgin. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want it to be a problem. And I wanted it. I wanted all of it, everything we did,” I said, suddenly worried— I’d expected him to be alarmed, but not to look so…guilty.

“I mean, I would have— we still could have had sex. But if I’d known it was your first time, I’d have been…I don’t know, gentler. More romantic.”

“I thought it was plenty romantic, but that’s not the point— I loved last night. It was amazing,” I said, laughing, trying to calm him.

“It was, but— my god, I fucked you hard, Sasha.”

“And I wanted more,” I said coyly.

“I didn’t hurt you?” Jacob asked, looking unconvinced.

“I liked it. I liked all of it,” I said.

Jacob pressed his lips together, but then shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize. You seemed so…certain.”

“You brought that out of me, I think,” I said, and eased myself closer to him. I glanced back at his cock, pleased to see it growing harder still. It was hard not to feel a little proud of myself, being able to illicit these reactions from him, inexperienced as I was.

I licked my lips— I’d never given a blowjob before, but I’d managed just fine with having sex last night, hadn’t I? I glanced up at Jacob, who was watching my line of sight carefully, looking cautious but eager.

Someone pounded on the front door— no, multiple someones, so loud that for a moment I thought it was the police or FBI or some other excitable government agency with a battering ram. I jumped backward, eyes wide—

“The fuck are you, Everett? Marcus wants us, now,” a thick, deep voice called out.

“Shit, that’s Greene,” Jacob said hurriedly. He jumped out of bed and sprang for the door, tugging on athletic shorts as he went. Before I could remind him that I was totally naked, he’d swung the front door open, revealing six football players so large they took up every inch of space I could see in the doorframe.

“We’ve been calling for like an hour, man,” the guy in front said.

“Shit, phone must’ve died last night. I was busy,” Jacob said, and spun around. He tore open his dresser and nabbed a t-shirt from the top.

“I see that,” one of the other guys snickered, and I realized they’d noticed me. I had a sheet pulled up around my body, but I still felt myself blush deep scarlet, embarrassed and more than a little horrified that Jacob didn’t even seem to notice or care that all this was happening.