“I need to feel you again,” I say, coming up for air. She nods frantically—thank fuck—and I sit back, holding the sucker in my mouth, and reach behind my head to pull my shirt off at the same time Allie gets rid of both her shirt and bra.
I move over her, my hands braced on either side of her head. Allie surprises me when she pulls the sucker from my mouth before bringing it to her own. When her tongue flicks out to swirl around it, I snatch it back from her, chucking it somewhere behind me before smashing my lips to hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her heat as she sucks my tongue into her mouth.
I smooth my hands down her sides, pulling away from her mouth as I crook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She lifts her hips, wordlessly giving me permission to play our new favorite game, and I don’t waste any time sliding the
m down her slender legs. Unbuttoning my pants, I stand up to kick them off, my cock bobbing free. Her eyes zero in on my dick and she swallows hard.
I position myself over her again, her knees cradling my hips. I slide upward, feeling her coating my dick, slick and warm. “I need to be inside you,” I say, voice strained. “Just a little bit.”
Allie nods, and I press the head of my cock into her opening. I give her shallow thrusts, trying like hell not to push all the way inside her tight heat.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. Her feet are planted flat against the mattress, legs spread, but then she angles her hips, taking me a little deeper. Deeper than I’ve ever been with her. We both freeze, my dick notched against her opening.
“I want you,” she says, her hand curling around the back of my neck. “I want to feel it all the way this time.”
Not needing to be told twice, I reach for the drawer of the nightstand, feeling around for one of the foil packets I know is there. Sitting back on my knees, I rip it open before rolling it down my shaft, and then I’m back in position, my cock poised at her entrance.
I shift forward, pushing in farther, but Allie tenses, scooting up the mattress.
“Wait,” she whispers, her fingers squeezing my biceps.
I pause, looking down at her. “What’s wrong?” I search her wide eyes for clues.
“I haven’t exactly done this before.” Her cheeks turn pink with the admission.
What the fuck?
“Come again?”
“I’m a virgin.”
* * *
“I’M A VIRGIN,” I ADMIT. Jess clenches his jaw, dropping his forehead to mine. My heart is thundering in my chest, but my need for him in this moment overpowers any fear I may have had about having sex for the first time.
“Say something,” I plead.
“Why me?” he grits out.
“Why not you?” I counter.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he says, his voice strained.
“The best things never are,” I say, repeating his words from the other night, trying to keep my voice from shaking. When he doesn’t speak, I shift my hips, urging him on. Jesse’s fists tighten against the mattress, and he swallows hard, his throat bobbing with the motion.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his hazel eyes blazing with indecision.
I gaze up at him, trying to convey sincerity with my eyes. “Please. I want this.”
With those words, he pushes forward, finally giving in. The initial thrust steals my breath, my fingernails digging into the warm flesh of his arms.
“Breathe, Allison,” Jesse coaxes, sweeping my hair out of my face with his thumb. “You have to relax.”
I nod, taking a shaky breath. After giving me a minute to adjust, he moves again, wedging himself farther inside me with a strangled groan. I feel full—too full—and I stay stock-still, afraid to move a muscle.
Oh my God. Jesse Shepherd is inside of me.
“Colorblind” by Counting Crows wafts from my forgotten headphones somewhere above my head, as Jess leans down, brushing his lips against mine with a kiss more tender than I thought him to be capable of. Our noses are an inch apart and I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes locking onto mine as he starts to move inside me. Releasing my death grip on his biceps, I slide my fingers into his hair, pulling him down to kiss me again. Jess snakes a hand between us, using two fingers to stroke me, and the tension slowly melts from my body, replaced with the need to move.