by Nikki Ashton
Was I able to have just one girl in my life?
Was I capable of being a good boyfriend?
For Sarah Danes, no fucking doubt about it.
“Yes, I want this just as much as you do,” I whispered against her lips. “I can’t believe how much, but I do.”
Sarah kissed me back, slowly and gently, painting a picture with her lips of what we could be like. When she pulled away, her smile shone with brilliance.
“What?” I asked.
“Just surprised and pleased that you came. I was sure that you didn’t care.”
I frowned. “I care more than you will ever realise.”
She nodded, clearing her throat, and then quickly glanced at her chest of drawers. “I bought you a birthday present, but I’m not sure it’s appropriate really.”
“You did?”
Without saying anything she reached for the blue and silver wrapped parcel and handed it to me. “I feel a bit stupid now,” she groaned and dropped her face to her hands.
I grinned and ripped at the wrapping paper, to find some lacy red knickers and bra. The tiniest, sexiest underwear I’d ever seen.
I swallowed and instinctively cupped my dick when it twitched at the realisation that Sarah had planned to wear them for me.
“Fuck,” I ground out as I held up the thong and examined it.
Sarah made a grab for the parcel. “Give it back to me, it was a dickhead idea.”
I moved out of her reach and grinned. “No way, you can’t take back a present once you’ve given it to someone.” I dangled the bra from my finger. “You do know it’s still my birthday.”
“Of course, I do.” Her face was a deep shade of pink as she rolled her eyes.
“Well, maybe I want my present on my birthday.”
The image of Sarah in the red underwear made me rock hard and I couldn’t wait another second to touch her. I flung the lacy bra and thong on top of her chest of drawers and scooted forward on my knees until I was eye to eye with her again. Pushing my hand into her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine and took it in a kiss. Sarah’s lips immediately opened up for me, her tongue responding to mine, instantly causing the nerve endings in my lips to come alive. She gripped my t-shirt with one hand and pushed my jacket off my shoulder with the other, thrusting her hips up from the edge of the bed. Shrugging my jacket off my other arm, I flung it across the room and groaned as Sarah’s hand travelled up the back of my t-shirt.
Her cool fingertips dug into my muscles, and I scrambled onto my feet so I could push her back until she landed on the bed. Instinctively, she opened her legs and allowed me to climb on top of her, resting between them; our lips never breaking. My tongue stroked against Sarah’s and hers responded, welcoming the passion I was offering. There was nothing curious about the kiss, we both knew what we wanted and were desperate to take if it wasn’t offered. It was slow and intimate, not hurried and with every second my dick grew harder.
Sarah’s hand moved from up my t-shirt to the front of my jeans where she reached for the button on the waistband. I lifted my body from hers to give her the space she needed. With quick, small fingers, my button was soon open and my zip down, giving my dick room to move.
“Babe,” I gasped. “Need you so fucking much.”
Sarah reached inside my jeans and boxers and wrapped her had around me, giving a gentle squeeze before slowly pumping me.
“I want to see you in the underwear,” I groaned. “But I can’t wait.”
“Later,” Sarah whispered and continued to pump me.
I moved my hand up her smooth leg, until I felt the hem of her silky shorts. My hand went up to cup her arse and the fact that she was bare underneath ramped up my need to be inside her. It was too much and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled away from her and reached for the waistband of the silky fabric.
“Is your mum likely to come in?” I mumbled into her mouth.
“No. I’ve locked the door and she thinks I’m alone in here.”
I looked over my shoulder to see the small silver bolt had been pushed across. “Were you expecting me?”
Sarah shook her head as she looked up at me through her lashes, while chewing on her lip.
“What?” I asked stooping down to nibble at her earlobe. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I was…” her eyelashes fluttered closed as she breathed out, “I was touching myself.”
My dick went from rock to diamond hard in an instant. The thought of Sarah’s fingers, touching her beautiful pink pussy and circling her perfect clit was too much. I ripped down her shorts and pushed down my jeans in almost one movement. I was about to thrust inside her when I remembered the condom.
“Shit let me get my wallet,” I gasped. I moved to reach for it, but Sarah pulled me back.
“Have you ever had sex without a condom before?”
My heart faltered at what I thought she was about to offer. “N-no.”
“I don’t need you to use one, if you don’t want to. It would be perfectly safe… in all ways.” Her head moved as she looked towards her chest of drawers where the red underwear lay.
Nudging my nose against hers, I brought Sarah’s gaze back to mine, understanding everything she said without saying the words. “Are you sure?”
Perfect lips parted slightly as she nodded, and when her tongue flicked out to slowly lick them, I thought my balls were going to explode.
I didn’t have to think anymore, I jumped off the bed and practically ripped off my remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile. As I’d hastily got myself naked, I hadn’t been watching Sarah, but when I looked over to her, she had stripped off her pyjamas and was lying back on her elbows, baring all of her beautiful creamy skin to me. Her nipples were hard, and goose bumps feathered over her skin. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or sexy in all my life.
As I moved towards her, Sarah’s breathing sped up and she opened her legs, her body responding to me before I’d even touched her. Sucking on my bottom lip, I couldn’t believe that she was mine. I’d been so stupid to hurt her. The feelings that she evoked in me battered my head. If this was how I felt about her now, my future would be torment if I didn’t become the boy she needed me to be. I knew she was too good for me. She was too good, too beautiful, and I was too undeserving.
“You are so fucking stunning,” I whispered as I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it.
Sarah moaned and thrust up her hips, grabbing my wrist and pushing my hand towards her pussy. I smiled around the hard nub in my mouth and parted her lips. She was really wet, and I slid two fingers easily inside of her, instantly feeling her inner muscles tighten around them. As I swirled my tongue around first one nipple and then the other, I pumped in a gentle rhythm until she moaned against my mouth.
“Adam, I need you,” she urged.
I pulled out my fingers and moved them to my mouth and sucked them clean, her desire popping against my taste buds. When I reached down for her hand, Sarah’s legs widened, and I knew I was going to fuck her hard. I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I had to brand her as mine and make sure that this moment was etched indelibly into her brain forever.
“Turn the music up,” I whispered, as I knelt on the bed.
Sarah didn’t question me but reached for her phone and pressed at it until the sound of Dua Lipa’s ‘One Kiss’ drowned out our heavy breathing.
Unable to hold back any longer, I lifted Sarah’s leg above my waist and pushed inside of her in one swift thrust. The moment I felt her muscles contract, the touch paper was lit, and my hips started a race with the pressure building in the pit of my stomach. Sarah’s legs wrapped tightly around me, and her fingers pushed against my skin as she bucked, taking each of my harsh, quick thrusts and matching them with her own. The sensation of being inside her without anything between us made me feel like I’d been hit by lightning. Every single part of my body shook with the sensation.
“Oh my God, Adam.” Sarah’s hea
d fell back against the pillow and her mouth parted on a silent moan.
I reached a hand up to palm Sarah’s tit, and pinched her nipple, it brought a sharp gasp from her and when her inner walls clenched my dick, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I roughly pulled out and then pushed back in, hard and fast, causing Sarah to move up the bed as her silver headboard banged against the wall. I drilled and drilled until I exploded, and just as I groaned out Sarah’s name against her mouth, she let out a shocked whimper and dug her nails into my back.
Her keening cry collided with my heavy breath and I looked down, taking in the beauty of her orgasm.
Slowly, we stopped moving, but I stayed inside of her, not wanting to break our connection. When she reached up to kiss me softly, I felt like I was dropping from the sky, weightless and free.
“That was amazing,” Sarah whispered against my skin as her lips caressed my cheek.
“Every time with you is amazing and better than anything that’s gone before.”
I’d made the mistake once before of not telling her that, I hadn’t wanted to tarnish us with my previous experience, but now was the time to say it. I’d never experienced anything like it in my life before. The pleasure and euphoria were bigger and better than I’d imagined possible.
Sarah’s fingers brushed through the mess of my hair, and she smiled up at me. When her eyes twinkled, I felt my heart jump at the depth of my feelings for her. She was fucking perfect and she was mine.
“Happy birthday, Adam.”
“Best birthday ever,” I sighed. “Best fucking ever.”
As we lay together in the stillness of her room, listening to the music while I stroked her hair and she rested her head on my chest, I couldn’t help but fear that one day she’d realise that I was no good for her. But, until that day, I knew I would do whatever I could to protect her.
8
Sarah
Lori ran into the dance studio with a huge grin on her face; her plaits flapping behind her.
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, let’s go.” I grinned and grabbed her hand as she skipped along beside me.
Adam had gone into Manchester with Ellis, Kirk and Tyler as a birthday celebration, so I’d gone into the studio to help Clarice out, even though it wasn’t my day for Street Dance lessons. Once we finished the lesson, I’d planned to spend some time looking for a job for my gap year, but when Mrs Crawford had dropped Lori off at class, her face had lit up when she’d seen me there. She’d asked if I’d mind taking Lori for a couple of hours afterwards. Apparently, she had a hair appointment and Roger had been called out on an emergency for the IT company he worked for. I didn’t actually mind because Lori was very cute and funny, but I knew when Adam found out he would be annoyed that his mum had asked me.
“What are we going to do?” Lori asked excitedly.
“What would you like to do?”
I was surprised she had the energy to do anything; she’d just spent the last hour and a half dancing around and pretending to be a Water Buffalo – Clarice had told them to pick an animal and that’s what the petite, blonde-haired cutie had gone with.
“Can we go to TJ’s?”
Her eyes shone as she gave me the biggest smile, so big and sweet that I couldn’t possibly say no. I wasn’t sure how I felt going back in there, but I had to at some point, maybe having Lori come along would distract me. Plus, Adam’s mum had given me twenty pounds to use to entertain her daughter.
“Okay, let’s go and when we get there, we’ll call Adam and make him jealous that we’re having burgers and milkshake.”
“Yes,” she cried, “that would be so funny.”
I doubted Adam would be bothered he was missing out on lunch at TJ’s, but it made Lori giggle, and making her happy was my aim for the afternoon.
When we entered TJ’s, I’d been pleased to see only a handful of people in there, and none of them were from school. Neither Rebecca nor Tony were working, so there wasn’t actually anyone there who had seen the drama from a few nights before. Calming myself down, I breathed a little easier and ordered us both a burger, chips and milkshake. While we waited, I played with my phone and listened to Lori talk my head off. We’d tried to facetime Adam, but he hadn’t answered. I guessed he was probably in some bar or pub having a few afternoon drinks. I wasn’t worried because I knew he would call me back once he saw the missed call.
After we’d had sex in my bedroom the night before, we’d fallen asleep and it was my mum knocking on my door to say she was going to bed that woke us. I had quickly pulled my pyjamas back on and gone to the door to say goodnight and thankfully she hadn’t wanted to come in. I think because I looked genuinely sleepy, she didn’t think twice about there being someone – Adam - in there with me.
Once we’d heard Mum shut her own bedroom door, Adam and I had sex again. That time was slow and quiet, and I didn’t think I would, but I came even harder than before. Adam eventually left at almost two in the morning and when I bolted the door after him, it took every single ounce of restraint I had, not to text him and ask him to come back.
“When we do street dance next week, can we try being robots again?” Lori asked, her mouth chasing the straw in her milkshake. “I think I’m really good at it.”
I had to admire her confidence, if not her skills, so I nodded. “If you want to, but I do want to show you how to do a running man.”
Her little brow furrowed and with a huff of impatience she grabbed at the red and white paper straw.
“We’re going to run?”
“No, we’re going to do a running man. It’s a dance move.”
Lori looked at me with her nose wrinkled and then took a huge slurp of strawberry milkshake. Laughing, I turned back to my own burger and took a bite.
“Oh no,” Lori groaned beside me. “I do not like her.” I twisted in my seat, to see Mackenna White approaching us. “She’s skanky.”
“Lori,” I admonished in a hissed whisper. “You can’t say that.”
“That’s what Tyler calls her.” She pouted and then her eyes went huge. “Uh oh.”
I looked up to see Mackenna standing next to me, clutching a pale blue hoodie. We stared at each other for a few seconds, until I finally caved and smiled.
“Can I help you?”
Mackenna’s eyes flickered towards Lori and her nostrils flared. “I see you’ve been demoted to babysitter.”
“No.” I shook my head and then grinned at Lori. “We’re having a girl’s day.” I looked back up at Mackenna who looked distinctly bored.
“Whatever. Just give this to Adam.” She threw the hoodie at me and I managed to catch it before it landed on top of my burger.
“It’s Adam’s?”
I held it up and examined it. It did look like Adam’s.
“Why do you have it?” I asked. “Are you returning stuff he left at your house?” The words felt like poison on my tongue. I’d seen Adam in the hoodie before; the night his dad came back. If he’d worn it then, how had Mackenna got it?
“Yeah,” she said, flicking her long, poker straight, brunette hair over her shoulder. “He left it in my room yesterday afternoon.”
I felt the colour drain from my face as her words sunk in. “Your room?” I screwed the hoodie around my fingers, desperately trying to stop them from shaking.
“Yeah. You know,” she said, giving me a smirk. “The room that usually has a bed in it.”
I turned to Lori who was watching us with her mouth hanging open around her straw.
“Lori why don’t you go and choose which ice cream you want?”
She frowned. “Not you too. Everyone always sends me to do something.” Climbing down from her chair, Lori rolled her eyes and ran off towards the ice cream counter.
“What are you doing with Adam’s hoodie?” I asked, clearing my throat to stamp down the waver in it.
“I told you. He left it in my bedroom yesterday after school.” She reached forward and picked something from my
shoulder and flicked it to the floor. “He left in a bit of a hurry. I wasn’t even dressed.”
My heart rushed at a hundred miles an hour as I tried to wade through the thoughts in my head. The way he’d been with me the night before and we’d had sex, it had been sweet and caring. He was genuinely sorry for what he’d said; he’d told me I was beautiful.
“You’re a liar. He was with me.”
If I’d thought I’d called Mackenna’s bluff, I was wrong. She scoffed and ran a hand down her top. “Maybe later, but he was definitely with me before half past six. He left quickly saying he had to get to your house, so I’m guessing it was about seven when he got to you.”
My memory whisked back to when he sent me his text – 19:05.
I drew in a breath and steadied my gaze on Mackenna. “You’re a liar. He didn’t sleep with you last night. He wasn’t at your house at all.”
“Oh, you’re so sure aren’t you.” She licked her lips and leaned closer to me. “I’m not lying.”
I held the hoodie to my face and inhaled deeply before looking up at Mackenna with a smile. “I know you’re lying because this isn’t his hoodie.”
Mackenna’s mouth dropped and her cheek twitched before she pulled her mouth back into a smirk. “Whatever you think. Ask Adam what happened between us yesterday and I’m telling you that’s his.”
She then turned around and stormed away, and as she did Lori reappeared with a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream.
“That’s not Adam’s hoodie,” Lori said as she climbed back onto her chair.
“How do you know?” I asked, my attention on her.
“His has his name in red pen on the inside. I wrote it.” She beamed at me and dug a spoon into her ice cream.
“I knew that it wasn’t his too.”
“How?”
“It doesn’t smell like him.” It didn’t, it was a familiar smell, but it definitely wasn’t Adam’s. “Okay,” I said, draping it over a spare chair and picking up a spare spoon. “Let’s eat this and then try Adam again.”
Before we had even had two spoonful’s my phone rang out and Adam’s name flashed up. I answered it and my heart sped up when his face filled the screen.
