Текст книги "Fusion"

Автор книги: Tessa Teevan

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PROM WITH JEREMY WAS one of the best nights of my life. Everyone, naturally, loved his mullet. He actually considered keeping it, but it was too poofy for his baseball hat. He lasted one practice before he cut it off. I was actually sad to see it go.

Lexi, however, didn’t have the greatest prom night. Until the end. Long story short, Jace’s date, the ever-bitchy Mallory Buchanan, threw a hissy fit any time Jace so much as looked in Lexi’s direction. And he looked quite a bit. I’d been spot on when I’d said his jaw would hit the floor. When he laid his eyes on her, they grew, and I was pretty sure something in his pants did, too. Mallory, of course, noticed his reaction and did everything she could to create distance between the two.

By the end of the dance, Jace got fed up and said that he was asking Lexi to dance. After all, they were best friends. It wouldn’t be right if they didn’t at least dance once. Mallory stomped her foot and grasped his arm.

“If you so much as touch that girl, we are through, Jace,” she hissed at him.

By then, people were taking notice of the scene Mallory was creating—Lexi included. She was standing fifteen feet away with her boyfriend, Aaron, who was nervously watching it all unfold. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Mallory and Lexi, and I started to become suspicious.

Jace, in turn, did the same. His angry eyes left Mallory’s and landed on Lexi, softening when he saw her standing there. He yanked his arm out of the wench’s grasp and crossed the room. Mallory, in all of her glory, was hot on his tails.

She darted around Jace and was in Lexi’s face before Jace could get there. Oh, no. That bitch. I started to move towards them when Jeremy stopped me.

“Let go, Jeremy. No one gets in Lexi’s face.”

“I know, baby, but let it play out first. This is McAllister’s chance. You gotta give it to him.”

As much as I wanted to step in and protect my baby sister, Jeremy was right. Discontent, I settled back against his chest.

“You think you can steal my boyfriend?” Mallory screeched. “Well, you’ve got another thing coming!”

Lexi’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What are you talking about? I’m not trying to steal anyone. I’m here with Aaron. I get it, Mallory. You’re with Jace. We’re just friends. You know that.”

“Oh, please! You’ve been staring at him all night.”

Jace reached for Mallory’s arm. “Let’s just go, okay?”

“No, Jace. I want you to end this once and for all. It’s not normal for you two to be so close when you’re dating other people.”

“What are you asking me to do, Mallory?”

“It’s her or it’s me, Jace!”

I sucked in a deep breath. The dreaded ultimatum. I prayed to God that Jace could see beyond the big boobs and the blow jobs.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me down.

“Alexa is my best friend, Mallory.”

“But I’m your girlfriend.”

His eyes flashed, his jaw tightened, and he pulled at the collar of his shirt while his eyes darted around the gym. I knew what was about to happen, and he wasn’t pleased with having to make a scene.

“Not anymore.”

Mallory gasped. “But…Jace…”

“No. I don’t want to hear it. You don’t tell me what to do or who I can be friends with. I should’ve done this a long time ago. We’re over, Mallory.” He turned to look at Lexi, who took a step towards him, more than ready to offer a friendly hug.

Mallory didn’t miss it and was ready to fire the next shot. “That’s fine, Jace. You two can have each other. Aaron’s better in bed than you are, anyway.”

All conversations in the vicinity came to a halt, the silence louder than the music pumping through the speakers.

“What?” Lexi whispered, turning to Aaron, whose face had drained of all its color.

Wicked delight gleamed on Mallory’s face as she hooked her arm through Aaron’s. “Let me teach you a lesson, honey,” she said, smiling at my sister. “When you don’t put out, your boyfriend will find someone who will.”

Lexi’s lower lip trembled. Her eyes darted between Aaron and Mallory. “How long?”

Aaron wrenched out of Mallory’s hold and advanced towards Lexi. Jace and I both took a step towards them. Jeremy, again, held me back while Jace placed a hand on Aaron’s chest, acting as the perfect barrier for my sister. Aaron pushed, then attempted to bypass him. Jace, however, remained steadfast.

“Lexi, please!” Aaron shouted.

“Take a step back,” Jace ordered.

“But—” Aaron started, but Jace used his hand to push him.

Jace’s eyes darkened as he leaned in close until he and Aaron were almost nose to nose. “Take a fucking step back, or we’ll finish this outside.”

Lexi rested her arm on Jace’s. When he peered down at her, she simply shook her head. “It’s not worth it, Jace. He’s not worth it.” Her eyes met Aaron’s, and he’d gone rigid at Jace’s warning. “How long?”

“It only happened one time, baby. I swear! It didn’t mean anything,” he pleaded, as if that would matter.

Lexi’s eyes flicked to Mallory, who smiled in triumph. One time my ass.

“That’s one time too many,” she said.

Aaron’s eyes darkened when he realized he wasn’t going to salvage his relationship. So, like the asshole he was, he tried to get in one last word.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prude—”

And that was the day Aaron learned that Jace McAllister always followed through.

The words had barely left his lips when Jace’s fist crashed into his jaw. When Aaron dropped in a heap, Mallory squealed, rushing to his side. Once he’d come to, he held a hand to his cheek.

Jace bent down. “Stay the fuck away from her.” Then he turned to Mallory. “And stay the fuck away from me.” When he stood, his eyes softened when they fell on Lexi. “You good?”

She nodded, her eyes still wide as she stared down at Aaron. “Good.”

Before he could respond, Coach McGrew came over and took Jace by the arm, hauling him out of the gym. Lexi stood there, stock-still, almost as if she were in shock. Mallory glared up at her, about to let loose on my sister now that Jace was gone.

I looked up at Jeremy, and he squeezed my shoulder.

“I’ll get the car,” he said. “You go get your sister.”

Lexi wasn’t crying. In fact, she wasn’t saying anything. She just let me guide her to the car and stayed silent. Jeremy parked at our private neighborhood beach. Then he laid a blanket out and built a small fire in the pit, giving us some light.

That’s how we spent the rest of our prom night. The three of us sitting on the beach, passing around a bottle of rum Jeremy had somehow scored. She’d feel like shit the next day, but at least it got her mind off the shit of the night.

“You know what the worst part about all of this is?” Lexi finally piped in after a couple of drinks.

“What’s that, Lex?” Jeremy asked, his voice soothing. At least, it was to me.

“It doesn’t even hurt.”

“That’s the rum talking,” he said softly. “It’s okay to hurt.”

She smiled at Jeremy. “No, I actually mean it. I’m not really sure how much I even liked Aaron. Don’t get me wrong. He’s one of the hottest guys in school, and he was always so sweet to me—or so I thought. But he never gave me the butterflies, you know? When he kissed me, it was nice…but isn’t that the problem? A girl should never describe a kiss as nice.”

She took another swig from the bottle, and Jeremy and I exchanged a glance. I’d only dated Danny Moyer to get my mind off him, and it seemed as if my little sister was following in my footsteps. And I wanted her story to turn out as happily as mine had.

But, before I could respond, Lexi continued.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy. Or even envious. But…I want what you guys have. I also want the heat and the passion. I don’t mean I want to meet someone and start banging them right away, but I want someone who kisses me breathless. I want to feel the urge to sprint across the room and jump into someone’s arms because I can’t stand another minute not being in them. Is that really too much to ask?”

Jeremy nodded towards me, letting me know that this one was all mine. So I grabbed the rum from her. For a split second, she tried to keep it in her clutches, but I was able to get it from her and took my own swig.

“No, of course not. That’s not too much to ask. That’s the type of man you should be with. You should feel those things, and if you don’t, then you’re just wasting your time.”

“It’s your fault, you know. Both of you,” she said, eyeing us. “You may have taken a little bit of time to get together, but since then, you’ve made it look so easy.”

I couldn’t argue with that. It was the truth. We’d had a smooth-sailing relationship for a long time.

“Lexi,” Jeremy spoke up. “It has been easy, but you’re right. For a while there, we were idiots. We wasted a lot of time we could’ve had together because we were too scared or too stubborn to admit our feelings.”

“You guys were pretty dumb,” she giggled.

Hello, Pot. Meet Kettle. But I kept my mouth shut.

Jeremy grinned. “We were. And, when we got over it, look what that led to. All I’m saying is, if you ever do find yourself feeling that way about someone, don’t hold it in until you burst. Don’t keep it hidden. You tell him, because at the end of day, you may just find he feels the same.”

I knew what he was getting at, and I hoped Lexi did, too. But all she did was give him a wistful smile.

“Do you think Jace will be kicked off the team?” she asked, her eyes suddenly rounding with horror at the thought.

Jeremy held his cell up. “He already texted. Coach didn’t actually witness who punched Aaron, and Aaron refused to say who did it. He got a warning, but if anything else happens, he’s done.”

“I can’t believe he did that,” Lexi whispered, shaking her head.

Jeremy and I exchanged a glance, thinking the same thing. Jace would’ve done anything for Lexi. She just couldn’t see what the rest of us could, and it was a crying shame.

I’d hoped Jace and Lexi would’ve ridden off into the sunset after that, but it never happened. They still acted like friends who were trying to save face after the disasters with both Aaron and Mallory. I was proud of Lexi for holding her head high in the hall, especially when it became clear Aaron and Mallory hadn’t missed a beat from being a couple of cheating assholes to dating. Good riddance to them, I told both Jace and my sister.

Now, I’m just wondering how I was going to get them to open their eyes and see what was standing right in front of them. I’d been brainstorming all day, and I planned on making Jeremy help me figure it out after he got home from his weightlifting session.

The house was dark when I pulled into the drive. Mom and Dad had gone away for the weekend, celebrating their anniversary at some posh hotel in Atlanta. They’d only gone after receiving the promise from the Banks parentals that they’d look in on us from time to time. I wouldn’t have been shocked if Dad had put a lock on my window. Not that my parents had anything to worry about in that department. At least, not really.

As I walked towards my house, I glanced to his, wondering when he’d be home from the gym. We had plans that night, and even though all they involved were dinner and a movie, I was looking forward to some cuddling time on the couch with him.

Out of nowhere, a strong set of hands wound around my waist and pulled me back against a sturdy, muscular chest. The warm, familiar scent of surf, sand, and a little bit of sweat enveloped me, riling up the same swarm of butterflies I’d had ever since Jeremy had first kissed me.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, his deep voice rumbling as his warm breath tickled my neck. “I couldn’t help but notice you over here all by yourself. How about you take me inside and let me have my dirty, wicked way with you?”

I squirmed in his arms, but he held me tighter.

“Wicked?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” he replied. “The new Harry Potter movie just came out and it’s in my back pocket. What’s it gonna be, pretty lady? Will you take me inside or do I have to Slytherin?”

His ridiculous joke was as adorable as he was. I giggled and turned in his arms. My heart fluttered as he smiled down at me with all the affection in the world. God, would I ever get used to this? To him? To us? Probably never, and that was okay with me. I never wanted to lose this feeling.

I didn’t think I had to worry about it. I was sure I never would. It’d been nearly three years and he still affected me as much as he had the first time he’d kissed me. Hell, probably even more so. With each passing day, I fell more in love with Jeremy, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

“You know you’re not the first to make that joke, right?”

“Perhaps not, but I’m the only one who can execute that move for you. Now, what do you say we go inside and take a look at that wand?”

Another giggle bubbled up, and I swooned in his arms. “Oh, handsome, you sure know how to seduce a girl,” I whispered, batting my eyelashes at him. “I have a DVD player just waiting for your disc to Slytherin.”

He grinned down at me then took my hand. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”

And I did just that. But, once we’d walked into the kitchen from the garage, I stopped in my tracks. Jeremy ran into my back, and I tilted my head to look up at him.

“Do you hear that?” I whispered.

We both grew deathly silent—I hadn’t been hearing things. Hushed tones were coming from the living room. So I glanced around the kitchen and saw Lexi’s keys sitting next to a familiar brown wallet and an even-more-familiar Navarre Raiders baseball hat.

“Jace,” I mouthed, and Jeremy grinned and did a fist pump.

I held a finger to my lips and started to tiptoe to the swinging doors that separated the kitchen and the living room.

I almost giggled when I peeked through the crack and saw Lexi sitting on the couch, a plastic knife held to her chest. Ah, yes. Apparently, I had missed the memo that it was The Princess Bride night. It was something she made Jace do often—watch the movie, not hold a knife to her precious lady parts. She was staring at Jace expectantly, and he was staring back, trying too hard not to let his eyes fall down to get a peek of her cleavage. I mentally starting cheering him on.

Take a peek! Take a peek!

My brain waves didn't penetrate though, because he just shook his head at her. He kept his gaze up, not looking down at the girls Lexi had on display.

“Say it, Jace!” Lexi implored, and I silently chanted along with her. Yeah, Jace. Say it!

“No way. You’re the weirdo who always wants to act it out. Can’t we just watch?”

She walked over to the couch, plastic tool in hand, and stood right in front of him. She quirked one eyebrow up, ready to pounce. You go girl.

“If you don’t say it, then I’m afraid there’s going to be a boob amputation and it’s not going to be pretty.”

Smooth, Lexi. Real smooth.

“A boob amputation? Now, that would just be a crime against humanity. We can’t have that,” he replied, and I agreed wholeheartedly.

Come on. Take a peek, Jace.

Before she could react, he sat up and grabbed her wrist. Then yanked the knife from her grasp and held it behind his back. Damn, he’d turned the tables, and Lexi looked at him with both exasperation and intrigue, as if contemplating what she should do next.

“There. Now, there will be no cutting of any kind,” he replied with a stupid, smug smile on his face.

But then she caught him off guard when she launched herself at him. I watched with voyeuristic fascination as he lost his footing and fell back against the couch. She wasted no time straddling his lap while trying—and failing—to get the knife from him. It was obvious he wasn’t budging, and her huffing was a sign she was getting increasingly annoyed. She glared at him contemplatively before she pulled out the big guns by taking one out of Jeremy's playbook and thrusting her fingers into Jace's side, tickling him mercilessly. It wasn’t long before she was able to twist the knife out of his hand. Once she was successful, she moved to get off him. She didn't even have time to see him coming.

Jace picked her up, flipped her down on the couch, and proceeded to give her a taste of her own medicine. I wished I'd had popcorn, because those two were entertaining as hell.

“Mercy! Please, stop! I’m going to pee my pants if you don’t stop!” she pleaded.

“You want me to stop?” His tone was growly and sexy, and not gonna lie, if I hadn’t had Jeremy, I might’ve been jealous of my little sis.

“Yes!”

He complied, but he didn't move off her. Instead, he was still gazing down into her eyes. Her breathing was labored as she gazed right back, and the little cheering section inside me was roaring. I felt like Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, watching from the shadows, singing “Kiss the Girl” in my head, hoping that, this time, my mental pushing would work.

It was the perfect setting. This was it. This was what Lexi had been waiting for. Finally, Lexi and Jace were going to have their moment, and all would be right in the world.

Until Jeremy became impatient.

“What’s happening?” Jeremy hissed in my ear. “I can’t see anything.”

I was too transfixed on what was about to happen. Jace’s head dipped low, and I swear, his lips were aiming for her. It was finally happening.

And then Jeremy nudged me, which pushed me into the door and caused it to open.

Jace sat up immediately.

It was official. Jeremy and I were moment-ruiners.

“Oh, hey, guys! We didn’t know anyone was here,” I said, hoping they didn’t catch on to the fact that we’d been watching the whole time. I grabbed Jeremy’s hand and guided him through the living room, not looking at either one of them. “We’re just going to watch a movie in my room. Pretend like we aren’t here.”

“Smooth,” Jeremy whispered.

I held my breath until we got to my room and shut the door.

He pushed me onto the bed and lay down next to me. “Real smooth, baby,” he said, chuckling.

“Me?! You’re the one who forced me into the room! They were about to kiss. I know it!”

Jeremy groaned and dipped his head. “Fuck. I’m a cock block.”

I squirmed until my back was to him. Then I grabbed the remote off my nightstand and clicked the TV on. “Yep, and since you’ve blocked Jace, you’ve blocked yourself. Good going.”

“But… But…” he stammered, pulling the movie out of his back pocket. “But I brought Harry Potter.”

“Okay, that’ll earn you a few points, but no promises.”

It was an empty threat, because my eyes were closed and Jeremy’s tongue was in my mouth before the opening credits had even finished.

And I never did find out what happened that night with Jace and Lexi. That’s the thing about those two. For the longest time, they were a mystery, and I had no idea how much Jeremy’s cock block would change the course of their history.

An hour later, when it became clear we weren’t watching the movie, I tapped Jeremy on the shoulder. He lifted up, breathless from our kissing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing,” I whispered. “But we’re obviously not spending the night with Harry Potter. Why don’t we take this down to the beach… You know, so prying ears don’t hear anything,” I hinted.

If we stayed in my bed any longer, pants were going to come off. The last thing I wanted was Lexi and Jace walking in on us. Plus, this way, they could be alone, too.

“Okay,” he readily agreed, hopping up from the bed all too soon. Then he went to my closet and pulled a blanket out.

Leave it to Jeremy to be prepared.

I slowly opened my door and yelled down the hall, “Jeremy, get a blanket for the beach!”

When his forehead wrinkled in confusion and held up the blanket that was already in his arms, I mouthed, “Just in case they’re doing something.”

I was hoping it wasn’t wishful thinking, but when we walked down the hall, Lexi was alone, curled up in the living room, watching the movie Valentine. I shuddered at the reminder of the night they made me watch the horror flick.

“Hey, I love this movie!” Jeremy exclaimed, and if I hadn’t wiggled my ass against his erection, he probably would’ve plopped down on the couch with her to watch it.

“Where’d Jace go?” I asked.

Lexi shrugged and didn’t look away from the TV. “He had some stuff to do, so he took off.” It was obvious she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Okay, well, we’re heading down to the beach. Are you fine here by yourself?”

She glared at me. “I’m seventeen years old, Sierra. I’m not a baby. I’ll be fine,” she huffed.

Well, okay, then.

Without another word, Jeremy and I left her to it, walking down to the beach and finding our favorite make-out spot, which was tucked behind a huge dune and away from prying eyes. The entire way, he was at my back, his fingers inside the waistband on my shorts, whispering in my ear of how and where he wanted to touch me. By the time we were spreading the blanket out on the sand, I was desperate for him.

Jeremy wasted no time before ripping off my T-shirt and throwing it to the side, where his joined it almost immediately. His hands roamed my body as our kisses turned passionate. My hips arched, aching for delicious friction.

He rose from the blanket and pulled me up with him so I was straddling his lap. His hand slid up my back until it reached my bra strap, which he expertly unclasped. When he laid me back down, he studied my breasts with blatant appreciation before his hands came up to cup my creamy flesh.

"These are fucking perfect," he whispered as he leaned in. Then he took one nipple into his mouth.

Jeremy cupped a breast in each of his large hands, gently kneading and stroking while his tongue worshipped my peaked nipples. The sensitivity of his touch drove me wild. I was already writhing beneath him, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me when he tasted his way down my torso.

As he continued, I reached my hand down and found him perfectly erect. I cupped him and squeezed, indicating I wanted us to pleasure each other mutually, but apparently, Jeremy had other plans. He lifted up and pulled my shorts off, taking my panties with them. When he repositioned himself between my legs, he hurriedly placed his mouth on the inside of my thigh. My hips rose to meet his heated contact, inadvertently shuddering when he rained kisses along my flesh until his lips were hovering just over my most intimate of places. I was wet with desire for him. With one long stroke of his tongue, Jeremy tasted me then used his thumb to rub my clit to heighten the pleasure.

And heighten he did. It wasn't long before my impending orgasm had me writhing.

"Oh my God," I breathed as he pressed down hard on my clit. That was all I needed to be a goner. I panted through my orgasm, gripping his hair and wondering if it would always feel this amazing. I was certain it would.

He didn’t skip a beat even though I’d just come in his mouth. He kept on going as if he were ready to bring me to the brink all over again. I was already losing myself in my desire when he surprised me by pushing a finger deep inside me. The pleasure of him licking my folds combined with the friction of his finger driving in and out had me shuddering uncontrollably. In response, he buried his finger to the hilt then slid another one inside. Slowly, expertly, he fucked me with his fingers, all the while using his tongue to lap at my clit. He licked and sucked in perfect unison with his fingers, and when he could feel me tremble, he pulled away, keeping me close enough to the edge but not allowing me to fall over.

And then, finally, he relented, giving up his torturous act. I was panting at that point, and as my body tensed, I gripped the top of his head, ensuring that he wouldn’t stop pleasuring me.

“Oh, God, yes. Just like that, Jeremy. Just. Like. That,” I hissed.

All the breath expelled from my body when I clenched around his fingers. The way he made me feel was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My heart was racing, my toes were curling, and I wanted to capture the feeling so I could keep it with me at all times. Throughout my orgasm, Jeremy continued pumping his fingers in and out of me while sucking on my clit, wave after wave of rapturous pleasure flooded every fiber of my being.

When he was satisfied I was finished, he pressed one last kiss to my clit before sitting up and grinning down at me. I wished that the moon was full so I could take in the entire sight of him. Instead, I could only see his shadow, and it added to the eroticism of the moment. Like we’d stolen this clandestine moment to be together, dark and in the shadows, away from the rest of the world.

I stretched out like a kitten basking in the warmth of the sun. But it was Jeremy I was basking in. I was exquisitely satisfied, and even though I wanted to snuggle up with him and drift off into a blissful sleep, I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was time for payback.

Not wanting to let a moment go to waste, I rose from the blanket and gripped Jeremy through his shorts. “Can I get a taste, too?” I asked.

Without a second thought, he pushed his shorts down, leaving him in his boxers. He lay back on the blanket, and I stared down at him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

“Jesus, woman. Are you gonna make me do all the work?” he huffed, but he chuckled and made quick work of removing the last piece of clothing that’d been covering his gorgeous body.

That was one thing I loved about Jeremy. He was a very give-and-take kind of guy. He didn’t give me false platitudes about my not having to reciprocate. He was an eighteen-year-old athlete with needs. Sure, we both knew he was capable of using his own hands, but if I would do it for him, he’d never turn that down.

And, likewise, I’d never turn his tongue or magic fingers down, either.

As I crawled across the blanket towards him, a strand of loose hair brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch. I wanted so badly to kiss him, but I’d never done that after he’d gone down on me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. So, instead, I started at his jawline, peppering kisses along the way until I came to his nipple, which was already hard. Whether it was from the cool spring breeze or from me, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I moved down his body, spreading quick kisses along his chest and torso. His abs tensed when I came wickedly close to the base of him, but I stopped and allowed my fingers to trail over his obliques.

“Sierra,” he murmured, lifting his hips. He was as eager for this as I was, and I was ready to put him out of his misery.

Repositioning myself, I straddled his legs and trailed a lone finger up and down his swollen length. He groaned again when I created a fist around him, making it just tight enough to bring him pleasure. I worked him from root to tip, leisurely at first. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the blanket, reveling in the way I was stroking him.

A breath caught in my throat when a small amount of pre-cum leaked from the tip, as if his body were beckoning my lips to taste him. It was all the coaxing I needed. I bent down and circled his tip with my tongue. The salty substance on my taste buds turned me on. I wanted more.

And I was going to take it.

I closed my lips tight around him, sucking on the silky-smooth head before taking all of him in. As I bobbed up and down, Jeremy’s hips rocked in time with my movements. When I went down, he thrusted up. When I pulled away and sucked harder, he withdrew from my mouth. We were working in a deliciously erotic rhythm. To add more friction, I wrapped my hand around him, matching the pace of his thrusts. When my tongue swirled around the head one more time, his hips bucked frantically, and I knew he was close.

His hand came to the top of my head, where he pushed down, not choking me but sending him even deeper into my mouth than before. The vein that stretched along his shaft pulsed, causing me to jack him off faster, suck harder, and hold on for dear life. He bucked beneath me, groaning masculine satisfaction as he pulsated in my mouth, preparing me for his sweet release. I was usually a spitter, and Jeremy tried to pull away, but that time, for whatever reason, I didn’t want him to. I wanted to take all of him, and I did, swallowing and savoring every single salty ounce of it.

I would never spit again.

As soon as I’d drained him, I relaxed and slowly pulled away, but not before giving the tip one last little lick. God, he tasted so good.

When I glanced up, it appeared as if he’d passed out. I knew better, so I rolled to the side and waited for him to come back down from his high. It wasn’t long before one eye popped open. Then the other. He held his arm out, and I moved up to snuggle into the crook of it.

Once I was settled, I peered up at him and was greeted with an adorable, lazy smile and equally adorable, brown eyes.

“God, I love your mouth,” he said, his eyes moving to my lips.

“Because I’m so witty and tell the funniest jokes?” I asked, teasing.

“All that…and you suck a mean cock. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “A while?”

“How ’bout forever?”

“That sounds much better,” I answered. Then I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.

And when he woke up me up a short time later, he wasted no time in tasting me all over again.

“Sierra,” he groaned as he settled in between my legs. He’d put his boxers on, but I could still feel his hard length pressing against me.

I rocked against him, wild and frenzied from the friction we were creating. It would’ve been so easy for him to slip inside me, and as he kissed me, I wondered if that’s what he was thinking, too.

I was panting. I was wanton. I was so incredibly aroused that I thought I’d explode if Jeremy wasn’t inside me. And, as soon as the through crossed my mind, I was terrified, too.

That alone told me that I wasn’t quite ready. I mean, a girl shouldn’t be scared the first time she has sex, right? So, instead of soldiering on, I had to put a stop to this.

“Jeremy,” I whispered.

He was so into what he was doing that he didn’t even hear me. It wasn’t like he was taking his boxers off and going for the plunge, but by the way we were currently dry-humping, it wouldn’t have surprised me if one slip would’ve completely changed the act. I frantically tapped his shoulder then pinched his skin.