Tough Guy: PROVIDENCE PREP HIGH SCHOOL BOOK 2

by Allen, Jacob

  Certainly, since I had nothing to compare this to, it would all feel good. But I just knew that this was really good. Like, within two minutes, I could already feel a tension building in me that was orgasm.

  “Oh, Kevin,” I moaned, grabbing his hair, my thighs squeezing so tight I almost worried about hurting him. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “Yeah baby,” he said, but with his mouth still up against me, it came out muffled and stifled.

  I closed my eyes and writhed as the orgasm reached its crescendo. It was in this blissful moment that time seemed to stand still; the world around me froze, my body reached its peak tension, and Kevin and I had become like one.

  And then I came. I screamed and squeezed his hair for dear life. God bless Kevin, he never stopped working his tongue on me until I begged for him to stop.

  And that was only temporary.

  “Your turn,” I said.

  I unbuckled his pants, running my hand over him, feeling his member underneath his pants. Strangely, I was more nervous about this moment than I was myself getting naked. What if I didn’t please him? What if he couldn’t get off from being with me?

  But once I had my hands on him under his boxers and I felt how rock hard he was, I gained a surge of confidence. I could do this. I could get him off. And if I did something bad, Kevin would learn.

  When I finally saw it with my own eyes, my first reaction was to gulp. How the hell was I going to fit… that… into… me?

  Biology works in wonderful ways, I thought as I pushed the thoughts out of my head. Instead, I leaned forward, wrapped my lips around it, and sucked. The loud groan that came from Kevin confirmed everything I needed to know.

  And so, listening to Kevin as a sort of cue for what to do and what not to do, I worked my newfound skills of sucking and stroking on him, making his cock stiffen and his balls swell. I had Kevin in the palm of my hand, and while I liked that, I wanted to get greedy.

  I wanted him in me.

  “Jackie,” he said. “Jackie!”

  “What, what?” I said, quickly pulling off. “You OK?”

  “Too good,” he said with a laugh. “I want to be inside you. If that’s OK.”

  I let out a laugh.

  “Hell yeah,” I said.

  Kevin reached down to his jeans, grabbed a condom, and had it on. I mounted over him, my pussy just inches from his cock. I rubbed it on me and moaned at the pleasure of feeling him just half a centimeter away from being inside of me.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “For you? Yes.”

  I lowered myself onto him. I bit my lip. He was huge. But he fit.

  And as I started to move my hips with him, I had a thought that made me smile mid-move.

  At his size, it’s an automatic orgasm.

  We did this cowgirl position, my breasts pushed into his face, as I grabbed the headrest behind him and moved my hips more and more aggressively. At first, I wasn’t sure if this position would get me off; I knew that doggy and missionary were more likely to get me there.

  But within under a minute, I felt that same familiar tension that I’d only first had just a few minutes ago. I moved faster, faster, faster, until I lost my breath. When I had my breather, I went right back at him.

  And just like that, I had my second orgasm of the session.

  Kevin flipped me over into doggy style, grabbing my hips and shoving deep into me. I didn’t quite make it to my third orgasm, but damn if I didn’t come really close. By that point, about two minutes into the doggy position, Kevin just couldn’t hold it in any longer and had come. But boy, two was more than enough.

  Two was fantastic.

  Especially because it had come from this one man.

  When Kevin slowly slid out, he all but crumpled into the back seat. I leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and cuddled up next to him.

  “Sorry.”

  “For what?” I said.

  Kevin gave a half-chuckle.

  “For having your first time be in the backseat of a Honda Civic.”

  “Oh, stop,” I said. “You know what? It’s with you. We could have done this in a taxi, and I would have loved it because it was with you. I loved this, and I love you.”

  I gasped when I said the last three words. Did I mean it?

  Well… yes. It was a little hippy to say, sure, but I really did love Kevin. I knew that it wasn’t the type of love that my mother and father had for each other. It wasn’t the kind of love that maybe even Adam and Emily had for each other.

  But it was a love that said I was willing to pursue this for as long as I needed to. It was a love that said I would push to have us date and go as far as we could. It was a love that said I forgave him for all that he had done.

  “I love you too, Jackie,” Kevin said. “I love you for being you. For accepting me for who I am. For embracing me.”

  “Oh, Kevin,” I said, kissing him once more.

  I opened my eyes to see lights of another car. We both quickly put our clothes back on, giggling and laughing as we did so, trying our best to look normal.

  As it turned out, the car was just someone coming in for a U-turn, and we were left alone. But I loved that even in a moment of panic, even in a moment when I wondered if that was the cops, we could still laugh and feel like we were having an adventure.

  “So,” Kevin said. “Do you want to go back to the party?”

  I shrugged.

  “I’ll go anywhere with you, Kevin,” I said.

  Kevin smiled back.

  “Then let’s go wherever life takes us.”

  I leaned forward, kissed him, and squeezed his face.

  “In that case, let’s get on that road forever.”

  Epilogue

  We got back to the house party a short time later.

  But I knew that Jackie and I were destined to last a much longer time later.

  It didn’t even feel weird to hear her say that she loved me. I was probably going to say it then if she hadn’t. Yeah, I knew if Adam or Nick heard me say it, they’d give me shit.

  But the funny thing was, I didn’t care. Having Jackie by my side made it a lot easier to not care about what any of the other Broad Street Boys thought. And in a way, that was the best thing that could have happened for us—because now I could be their friend not because I begged to make them happy, but just because we supported each other.

  So Jackie hadn’t just made me happy because she was in my life. She made me happy because she made the rest of my life better.

  When we pulled up, the party was in full swing. Adam had apparently put Ryan in charge of “door duty” at the top of the balcony, much to his grumpy chagrin. As soon as he saw me, he gave me a middle finger, not caring at all that Jackie was still in my grip.

  “You walked out on us, puppy!”

  I didn’t even care about the insult. I just laughed.

  “I’m going to go see Adam,” I said. “I’ve got news to tell him.”

  “Like fuck, man!” he said. “I’m not manning this door—”

  “So then don’t,” I said with a shrug. “We don’t have to have someone blocking it. Go get your pussy, and I’ll go enjoy the time with mine.”

  It was a little crass, especially with Jackie right by my side. But I knew Jackie would understand. Besides, I was more eager to get rid of Ryan and see the other two than I was to try and play nice.

  For his part, Ryan just looked so stunned that he just moved to the side, allowing me to brush right past. With a fake bow, I thanked him, moved to the balcony, and raised my left hand in triumph when Adam and Emily saw us.

  Emily, naturally, ran over to Jackie, hugging her and congratulating her. She knew immediately—girls just always did. Adam, for his part, gave me a big hug.

  “So you two—”

  “Yep,” I said. “Official.”

  “Wow,” he said. “Very happy for you, brother. Welcome to the club. Half of us are now hitched—and in a semester when everyone thinks you shou
ld run for the hills!”

  “Well, good news for the two of us is our girls will probably be going to the same school, or at least the same region,” I said. “Besides, honestly, for her, I don’t mind long-distance. I’ll see where she ends up and where I end up, but I doubt we’ll be more than a couple hours apart at the most.”

  “Very cool,” Adam said. “Seriously, proud of you. I’ll even forgive you for leaving your post for that.”

  We both shared a laugh at that and a half hug as I patted his back. I looked around the party and saw everyone celebrating, everyone having a drink in their hand, and everyone talking to someone of the opposite sex. Whatever games or rules Adam had put in for guests, it was working pretty well.

  But there was one thing I couldn’t help but notice.

  “Where’s Nick?”

  Adam shrugged.

  “He’s trying to figure things out right now,” he said. “He’s going through some shit with scholarships and such. So we’re giving him space right now.”

  “Interesting,” I said.

  I had an inkling of it, obviously. Nick needed help, or at the very least he needed moral support that we could provide.

  But for now, for tonight, this was not a night to worry about him. This was a night to celebrate the beginning of something special with Jackie.

  And as she came up to me, put her body under my arm, and leaned into me, I had a feeling that the end of us was not only nowhere in sight, it didn’t exist.

  We were meant to last forever.