by Piper Rayne
“Maybe when that happened with Shea—”
“Whoa, this prick’s name is Shea?” I can barely get the name out before I crack up.
“Yes,” she groans.
“Okay, okay, sorry, continue,” I say quickly but I’ve leapt ahead to an image of what this dorky bastard must look like and how good that first punch would feel.
“I decided that I was being too careful. I was holding myself back from experiencing things.” She gives me a warning look. “Not just in the sex department.”
“There’s a department?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “God, is sex all you ever think about?”
“No.”
Her nostrils flare as if to challenge me.
“It’s true!” I protest. “Sometimes I think about music. Or hockey.”
“Hockey?”
I shrug. “Yeah. We all play, my brothers, even Annika. My parents always wanted enough kids to make a hockey team.”
“But aren’t there seven of you?” she says, all rapid-fire, like we’re having a debate.
“Number six turned out to be twins,” I reply just as fast.
“Wow, seven kids,” she says, and I watch her think this through. “I thought living with my two stepbrothers was a lot. What was it like in the bathroom in the mornings?”
“Busy. Now let’s talk go back to what you said about experiencing things.” I suck in a breath because that slide show of what I want to do to her has taken over my brain.
She narrows her eyes, like she can read my thoughts. “This summer, I told myself I wasn’t going to say no to stuff.” She gives a shrug. “In school, I worked really hard, and while I’m proud of my accomplishments, after what happened with Shea, it feels like I sacrificed something.”
“Maybe I can help with that,” I say, tracing up her thigh. So many things I could show you, rattles through my mind.
She squeezes her lips together, trying to hold back a smile. “You already did.”
“Take your own advice, though,” I add, still stroking her thigh, slowly, with just one finger. Her supple skin and the way she trembles fills me with a piercing ache. “And be yourself.”
“But I am,” she says, a slow grin lighting up her face. “I feel like I’m discovering things I didn’t know I liked.”
“Like sex on the roof with a hot raft guide?”
“Cocky much?” she asks, her musical laugh ringing into the night.
I cross my arms. “Nothin’ wrong with being confident.”
She rolls her eyes. “More like working with kids. Rafting.” She extends her hands, as if to take in the sky. “This. I’ve never spent so much time outside.”
“Cities are nice too,” he says.
She peers at me. “Don’t you miss this place like crazy when you’re away?”
“No,” I reply. “It’s so fucking small here.” Then I reach a little deeper. “But yeah, I do miss it a little.” I gaze up at the stars. “I miss these mountains,” I add.
“I think I’m going to miss all of this after the summer’s over.”
“Then come back next year,” I say as a warning bell blares again from the back of my brain because this sounds like I’m asking her to, and I’m not.
She seems to give this matter some thought, but then her expression shifts. She looks away so I see her pretty face in profile, a silver earring dangling from her lickable ear.
“You’re right, though, I did like being up there with you,” she says.
We share a look, and fuck if her eyes don’t smolder. It makes me want to sling her over my shoulder and carry her to my room.
“You want another go up there? I was thinking you might like my bed better, but…”
Her laughter fills her eyes with a sweet sparkle. She presses her lips together, as if she can’t quite say what she wants, then that determined look is back. “The bed, please.”
The way she says please speaks directly to my dick. I shift position to try to relieve some of the pressure, but it only throbs harder.
“Whatever you need, doll.” I lift her chin, so our eyes connect. “But this time you’re coming first.”
An anxious look takes over her face. “Good luck with that…”
I lift an eyebrow. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
Her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Fuck is it hot.
“Not with someone, I haven’t.”
I get the meaning behind her subtext. “But you’ve taken care of yourself,” I say to confirm.
She giggles.
“Come on, tell me,” I urge.
Her flush reaches all the way to her temples. “Okay,” she says. “Yeah, I have.”
“You’re going to show me that,” I say, my voice like a growl.
She looks at me like I’ve grown a set of horns. “Yeah, right.”
I palm her warm, nimble thigh and pull her to me. “I’m dying to make you come.” I picture her head thrown back in ecstasy while her hips urge me on, and suddenly, it’s all I can think about.
“Wow,” she says, her voice this breathy little gasp that adds gasoline to the flames.
“Come on,” I say, pulling her to her feet.
We walk back hand in hand with only the intermittent fizz and pop of fireworks to break the silence. Eagerness rushes through my veins and I take a moment to savor it, to let it fill me with anticipation. I like this girl, I like her determination, her laugh, and obviously, the feel of her naked skin on mine.
Is this why I haven’t taken any girls to bed yet this summer? Because I was holding out for her? I tell myself I was just gun shy after Delaney.
Outside my house, I pull Lori to a stop. “I get why you didn’t tell me, but do me a favor?” I say, brushing the side of her face with my thumb.
She looks at me curiously.
“Don’t do that again.” I grasp her shoulders. “I don’t like being lied to.”
Her eyes fill with remorse. “I promise I won’t.”
“You can tell me anything, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
I give her a kiss, and the space between us glows hot. Finally, I break away and there’s that moment when her dark lashes are still resting against her cheeks and her face is calm, like she’s momentarily lost in the sensations. I file this look away so I can enjoy it again later.
“Now,” I say, lacing my fingers with hers, “let’s get inside so I can make this right.”
9
Caleb
Inside, my trashed house is dark, silent. Murmurs filter through the walls from the direction of Grady’s room, but it could be him snoring, which he totally does even though he denies it.
Once we’re safely in my cramped room, I take Lori’s face in my hands and kiss her, my lips locking onto hers.
She holds onto my waist, her fingers tentative, and I remember how new this all must be to her. Take it slow, I tell myself even while my need to touch her, taste her, is burning through me like wildfire.
Gently, I part her lips with my tongue, and she responds with a soft flick of hers against mine. I caress down her shoulders and arms to her waist, where her fast breaths expand her sides into my hands.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, eyeing her dress.
She nods, and I reach back for the zipper, peeling it down her back, the fabric fluttering down her arms. I slide it off and it falls to the floor in a soft heap. I take another mental picture of this exact moment—her body, the yearning look in her eyes.
I step closer, kissing her again while my hands slide over the silky fabric of her bra to her small, hard peaks.
She gasps into my mouth, her fingers tightening on my waist.
Our tongues lash and swirl, lips smacking, tasting, and I get lost in the sensation of touching her and listening to her soft, panting breaths.
This time, I don’t ask. I don’t need to—she’s telling me with her body what she wants, and I get a surge of confidence because this is what it’s supposed to feel like, this way of being
in tune with her, understanding her needs. I unsnap her bra, managing what feels like an unreasonable number of hooks, and slide it from her frame.
She sucks in a breath as I cup each breast. I moan at the lush, ripe feel of her, and brush my thumbs over her peaks. I kiss her neck and stroke her in little circles. They quickly harden beneath my touch.
“My God,” she says, a desperate hitch in her voice.
Just you wait, I think. I lick behind her ear, and her hips jolt into me.
I shuffle her toward the bed, then yank off my shirt. When I scoop her into my arms, she gives a little yelp, her eyes wide with shock. I climb onto the bed, jostling her. She gives another shriek and grabs my shoulder.
“I got you,” I say to reassure her.
Her eyes lock on mine as I lay her down and kiss her again.
One would think that after coming inside her once already I’d be able to think straight, but her soft skin and the sounds she’s making as I take one soft breast into my mouth makes that nearly impossible.
I wish I could punch the bastard who broke her heart like that. Instead, I’ll make this good for her. I realize I like her more than I should. It’s not that I’ve never had a girl stay over, but it’s usually them asking, not me.
There’s something about this girl that’s drawing me in. Maybe she’s just so … normal compared to Delaney or the messed-up world that is my family right now. Or maybe she’s a distraction, something to numb the pain of this last year. Right now, I don’t care.
As long as I get to hear her come.
I kiss the other breast while kneading the first, rolling her peak between my fingers. Her hips press into me, as if begging for contact. I grin but keep it to myself. I love how quickly she’s heating up. I fantasize about getting her close then making her wait for it—but I’m not going to torture her.
At least not tonight.
I suck on her perfect tits until she’s writhing and gasping, then kiss slowly down her belly, using plenty of tongue. Her skin tastes like summer and smells like sweetgrass. I kiss her belly button and dip my fingers beneath the hem of her panties. She gives a little jolt.
“You okay?” I ask, glancing up her body.
“Yeah,” she replies on an inhale.
“This is going to feel so good,” I say, kissing to the top edge of her panties. “But if it’s too intense, you tell me, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
Slowly, I peel down her underwear—simple cotton with a little bow that for some reason makes me hard as a fucking rock—exposing her soft curls. I kiss her there, inhaling the clean scent of her arousal. Her hips release a little tremble.
Fuck is this hot, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Tasted her yet.
“No one’s ever done this for you?” I ask.
“Done what?”
I dip a finger between her folds.
Her hips tense.
Sweet heaven, she’s wet. I can’t stand it another minute and slide her panties further down her thighs, then flick my tongue between her hot folds.
She yelps a little cry, her hips bucking.
I chuckle. “That,” I say.
She gazes down at me, her eyes wide, but there’s a yearning there, too. “No,” she says.
I grin. “Lay back, doll, so I can make you feel good.”
A nervous look races through her eyes. “What if I can’t…”
“You let me worry about that,” I say, tugging her panties the rest of the way off.
I urge her thighs apart and kiss my way up while stroking her with just my fingers.
Lori’s breaths come sharp and fast. Finally, I can sense her anticipation, and caress her with my tongue. She bucks again. I reach up and spread my palms over her hip bones, wanting to feel every twitch of her muscles, every roll of her belly.
I’ve been with a few girls who’ve admitted that their ex never went down on them, or tried, but never seemed to enjoy it. It makes no sense to me because tasting a woman and having her come on my tongue is one of life’s sweetest pleasures. I may not ever be capable of love, but to be trusted like this is an honor. I intend to savor every minute of it.
“You taste so fucking good,” I moan, gliding up and down.
Lori doesn’t answer, and I hope it means she’s floating on a cloud of lust right now. I explore, tuning into her reactions when I swirl around her clit or move in certain ways with my mouth, learning what turns her crank. Her fingers grip my shoulders, her breath in little gasps.
That’s it, I think. Give in to what you want. Let me take you there.
Her hips start to rock, the muscles tensing, like she’s drawing everything in.
I move in time with her, focusing my attention on her clit which has become hard. I suck it into my mouth and release it, using just the edge of my teeth.
She inhales sharply and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Oh, baby, here we go.
I continue sucking and grazing and using my tongue against her folds.
She breathes faster until she’s gasping, every muscle in her body coiling.
I lick her harder, then nibble her clit just so.
Her hips go wild against me while her cries erupt from somewhere deep inside her. I move with her, gliding and tasting, milking her pleasure for every last drop.
Suddenly, she bucks away from me and gulps a full, shaky breath.
I kiss to the top of her thigh and rest my head there while she trembles. Sometime during this dance, she’s grabbed hold of my hand and is still holding on tight, our fingers woven together.
I bring it to my lips and kiss the back of her hand, listening to our breathing.
But I don’t rest long. Doing that to her has driven home just how bad I want her again. So, I kiss up her body, trying to take my time but my blood is practically jet fuel.
“I think you enjoyed that,” I say, gently kissing each breast but staying away from her nipples which I know will be too sensitive right now. Later, though, I have big plans.
She gives a little giggle.
I lay next to her, propping myself up on an elbow. My free hand roams her body, savoring her now-moistened skin and perfect curves.
“Wow,” she says, then giggles again. “What the heck did you do down there? I’ve never felt anything like that. Ever.”
“I’m not revealing my secrets,” I say with a mock-serious frown. I lean over for a soft kiss. “Gotta keep you coming back for more.”
Her pleased expression drives a spear of satisfaction straight into my soul.
Her eyes turn serious. “What’s that like for you?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Fucking incredible, why?”
She shrugs. “Just curious.”
I caress down her arm. “Hearing what I do to you is a major turn on.”
She glances down to where my cock is straining against my shorts. “Apparently so,” she says, her eyes widening.
She bites her lip and gives me a look that’s part curiosity, part desire. “Can I?” she asks, her voice tentative.
Amused, I roll to my back and tug my shorts and boxers off. “Knock yourself out.”
She pushes to a sitting position, her hair falling over her shoulder, and reaches out to touch me.
I close my eyes and savor her silky skin on mine, the contact sending sparks through me.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft and stroke, slowly, her grip tightening around my head. “Like this?” she asks.
I groan.
She moves faster, her full breasts swaying slightly. My precum coats her fingers, making everything slick and hot.
I stroke over her nipple. It quickly hardens. Her face tightens in pleasure. I push up on one elbow so I can pull her face to me for a kiss. Parting her lips with my tongue, my mind starts to empty, reducing down to the taste of her tongue and my cock in her grip.
But I know my limits, and pull back, savoring once more the way her long lashes look against her freckled cheeks.
I
grab a condom from my side table drawer and peel the wrapper open. “I want you on top this time,” I say, rolling it on. “I so I can touch you.”
Her eyes still.
But I don’t let her think about it for long, and shift her body so she’s straddling my thighs, my cock pressing on her folds.
She looks unsure, almost vulnerable above me, so I draw her down to me and kiss her, stroking her back. Her breasts brush against my chest and I groan in satisfaction. They feel so good against me, soft and plush. I push her shoulders up and draw one breast into my mouth, swirling and flicking with my tongue.
Lori tenses, her mouth open in a soft O. My hips start to move against hers, my cock gliding along her folds in little pulses. I continue sucking and teasing and rocking until we’re both gasping and grinding and I know she’s ready.
I grasp the base of my shaft, then lock onto her center.
She tenses.
“Deep breath, doll,” I say as our eyes connect. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
She obeys with a slow inhale, then nods—her determined expression taking over her face again.
Unable to hold back a second longer, I slowly inch inside.
The look on her face—surprise mixed with lust, need—imprints on my brain.
She’s so wet and ready I slide all the way in. “Come here, beautiful,” I say, and pull her to me for a kiss.
Our lips crash together, tugging and teasing, our tongues lashing. I grip her ass, pulling her onto me that last little bit.
She inhales a soft gasp.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan. I was right about needing her again. It’s even better this time.
“You feel good too,” she says, kissing me.
This, of course, is music to my ears. “I want you to come this time, okay?” I say, catching her eye.
“I want to,” she says.
“You will,” I reply, guiding her hips to rock. “Even if it takes us all night.”
“Oh wow,” she says.
I push her up again to nibble on her breasts. She’s eager for this, resting her hands on my shoulders and arching her back.
I sink and rise inside her tight softness, her body welcoming me. I tell myself to hold on, but she feels so good I’m afraid I won’t last. I focus on sucking and tasting each breast, squeezing and caressing until I’m pinching, sliding my teeth against her nipple.
