All the Little Truths (English Prep 3)

“Hey, it’s okay.” I shushed him, pulling him into me. Eric’s arms wrapped around my body, and his head came and rested on mine. He nodded a few times before pulling back and taking my lips in his.

It was always an instant attraction between us. The second our lips touched, the lights glowed, the floor swayed beneath our feet, my back arched to press against his hard chest. Eric gripped me tighter, spinning me around and shoving me down onto my bed. He was on top of me, pulling my shirt up and my pants down with a look of pure, wild desire in his eye. There was a gleam there and I took complete hold of it.

Except…

“Eric.” His mouth hovered over the hem of my pants as he peered up at me from below. “I…” I looked away, unable to watch his reaction. “I, um…it’s just…”

“What’s wrong, Maddie? Am I going too fast? I thought after last night…” He immediately pulled up, and I clenched my legs around him.

“That’s not it.” That was really not it.

I pushed the words out before I could stop the vulnerability. “I just wanted to warn you that I haven’t done anything…in my bed…ever. Except when…” Why was this so hard to get out? My stomach grew queasy.

“Except when you were taken advantage of?”

This took vulnerability to an entirely new level. I wanted to be back at that party last night as I wore my confidence like a steel mask.

Eric tried getting out of my thigh grasp, his hand gently touching my knee. “Let’s stop for the night.”

“No!” I urged. “I just wanted to warn you, in case I freaked out.”

He gave me a stern look, searching my entire face. “Are you sure?” I nodded quickly, spreading my legs. His hand caressed my thigh slowly, getting higher and higher to the spot I wanted him to find. “How can we make this work for you, then? Tell me what you need, baby.”

I decided that I loved when he called me that. It did something wicked to me, like a button he could push that immediately made me wet.

“Why don’t you let me be in charge?” I asked, reaching my hand down between us to touch his hardness. I skimmed my hand over it, feeling him jump behind my touch.

Eric’s eyes immediately turned dark, his plump lips spreading. “Let you be in charge?” He smiled slyly. “If that’s what you need…”

I think it’s what we both need.

“It is,” I replied, sitting up and sliding out from his grasp. Eric pulled his hoodie from his back and dropped it to the ground, lying on the bed, displaying his steely abs.

I straddled him, rubbing my sex over his hard length before taking my fingers and tracing each, perfect abdominal muscle with a light touch. My lips grazed his ear as I lifted up a little, teasing him with small nips at his skin before slinking down to my favorite spot.

His hips flexed as my fingers dove into his pants, pulling down his joggers and boxers in one swift movement. He sprang free with a hiss as I blew a quick breath over his length.

“Fuck, Madeline,” he hissed. Watching Eric wither underneath me from need was the biggest turn-on of all. He was so hot with his eyes clenched and splotchy cheeks. His jaw was clenched, his abs tight. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he forced out as I ran my tongue over him.

“Of what?” I asked, gripping him hard with my hand.

His eyes flew open with his answer. “Of fucking that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Desire pushed me over the edge, and I took him in and sucked long and hard. His gasps were ragged as his hips thrusted to meet me halfway. I usually started off slow, but something about the way his words hit me had me moving my head as fast as I could. I wanted him to feel the pull. I wanted to be the one to make Eric come so fast and hard that he’d never ever be able to forget it.

“Madeline, fuck. Slow down before I come.”

“Nuhuh,” I mumbled, sucking and pulling. I felt him get wider and harder, as if that were even possible. Eric’s hand went to the back of my head, pushing down once before pulling me back and flipping me over onto my back.

“Let me fuck you,” he panted, pulling my pants down my legs. “Please.”

I could never say no to him. It didn’t matter that, on this very bed, I had been taken advantage of. It didn’t matter that I was broken beyond belief one night in the dark underneath these covers, because Eric was taking that awful memory and destroying it little by little. He made me feel strong again. He made me feel whole. With each kiss on my lips, I felt my ashes coming back to life. That broken, vulnerable girl was being reborn.

I nodded as Eric waited for my answer, and when he got it, he thrusted into me fast and hard. I was wet and ready, already moving my hips to find that sweet spot that made me forget everything in the world except him.

Eric’s tongue thrusted into my mouth, and we kissed roughly. Lips were being pulled; teeth were clanking.

“That’s it, baby.” His hand found its way underneath my bra, and he squeezed. “Find that spot you like. Let me take care of you.”