by Alla Kar
The brunette jerks back and spills the drink down the front of her shirt. Her eyes are blazing when she looks back up. “Asshole!”
“They aren’t anything to look at anyway,” I say, offering Jaden my hand. “Do it again, I don’t care if you’re a girl, I’ll knock your cock-sucking ass on your knees where you need to be.”
A loud group of laughter erupts from the guys. She grinds her teeth together and stares at Jaden as she takes my hand. “I’ll get you next time, bitch.”
“No, you won’t. You’re going to sit your skanky ass back down at the table. Maybe ask your boyfriend why he hasn’t stuck up for you once,” I say.
I guide Jaden out of the cafeteria before any professors or workers come over to investigate. Jaden doesn’t say anything on the way to the truck.
***
Her eyes settle on the dash while she clutches the edge of her seat. “It’s a long story,” she whispers, her breath as soft as she looks.
Nodding, I slide over and wrap my arm around the back of her seat, guiding her against me. “We’ve got time.”
The sadness that takes over her face makes me want to kill the person that did this to her, but I rub circles on the back of her neck as she sinks back to tell me what happened.
“We’d been seeing each other for about three weeks when it happened. Everything had finally fallen into place. I’d loved him since I first saw him in the seventh grade. He had just moved to our school and I hardly knew anything about him, but there wasn’t one person in the world that could have told me he wasn’t meant for me.” A tear falls down her face. “He was my one time.”
***
Jaden
My palms were so sweaty I could hardly keep my keys from falling from my hand. I quickly shoved them down inside of my purse and tried to steady myself.
Justin’s front door looked as intimidating as a grizzly bear. Trying again, I slid my palms against my jeans and took yet another steady breath. I took the steps up to his house and knocked quietly. Half of me wanted Justin to open the door and the other half was praying he didn’t hear.
His father was out of town on some orthodontist convention and his mother was with him. That left Justin with the house to himself—with me. The furthest we’d gone was touching each other, but nothing underneath the clothes. But I could feel the pace shifting that way, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready.
But I stood there looking at his front door anyway. When it opened, he was standing on the other side, sweats on, a tank top, and socks. The easy smile I fell into was accompanied by an overwhelming look of lust on his face. He was definitely interested in taking it further.
“Come in,” he said. I’d been in his house once for a party the year before. But this time it wasn’t filled with raging drunken teenagers. It was just us.
The door clicked behind me, and I jumped when I felt his hand wrap around my waist. The feeling of his breath on my neck was the only thing I could focus on. “Come to my room.”
And all he had to do was ask. Even though my head was spinning with rational thoughts, I went because I wanted to feel his arms around me.
He opened the door for me and I walked into his room. It looked mostly the same as the time before, when I’d snuck in with Jennifer during a party. And as much as I wanted to look around, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his bed.
“You look nervous,” he said, grabbing my purse and tossing it on his desk chair. His messy hair was shoved out of his face, giving me a clear view of his wandering eyes. It looked like he was already fucking me in his head.
Without my purse, I shoved my hands into my jeans and nodded. “Just a little.”
His smile made my knees shake. “That’s okay. We won’t be nervous in a minute.” He walked toward his bed and lied down in the middle. Curling his finger, he gestured for me to join him. And against my better judgment, I did.
Justin clicked on the TV but didn’t even look its direction. His eyes raked me up and down, his fingers twitching to touch me. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, kissing his way down my neck.
Panic consumed me, and I tried to take a few quick breaths but his hands had already found my zipper. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, ripping my jeans down and leaving them around one of my ankles. The TV blared in the background, and all I could hear was the Cops theme song and his heavy breathing as he pulled my panties down the same way he did my jeans.
His woodsy scent was suffocating me. The pressure of his body on mine while he tore the condom with his teeth was squeezing what breath I had left out of me.
When he settled between my legs, I didn’t feel ready. I felt dry, nervous, and the pounding of my heart took over my hearing. The TV fell away, his heavy breathing drifted from my consciousness.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Hard against my ribs. When he began to push his way in, my hands gripped the covers. I couldn’t touch him—I couldn’t. Fear was tearing me up from the inside.
“Fuck,” he said, but all I could see was him mouthing it. Any sounds from him were gone, covered by the thumping in my head. My legs tightened around him, but he didn’t stop. He slammed harder and harder into me, not caring that my mouth hung open in pain.
One hand gripped my hip while he held himself up with the other. Even with his lips an inch away, he never lowered his head to kiss me. Not once. His hips rolled and moved harder and farther into me, but all I could feel was him tearing me. Hurting me. Rubbing me raw.
When the tears formed in my eyes, I felt him jerk and still. I didn’t move when he pulled out of me and disposed of the bloody condom. Or when he went in the shower to clean himself off. I stared at his high ceiling and watched as dust fell from one of the blades of the ceiling fan.
“Your underwear is on the floor. You probably need to get off the bed so I can wash the sheets.”
Slowly, I lifted myself from the mattress and slipped into my clothes. I didn’t ask if I should stay because I knew the answer. He was done with me. And I let him toss me out like yesterday’s trash.
***
Cade
Jaden’s tears have stopped. The hiccup sob has disappeared too. Now the only sound left is a heavy silence hanging over us like a rain cloud.
Anger I haven’t felt in so long burns inside me. That fucking jackass fucked her like that? Her first time and he didn’t even try to get her off. All he was worried about was his small prick. I may have had plenty of girls in my time, but I’m not getting off until she comes. Period.
Her small hands wipe underneath her eyes. “That girl in the cafeteria? Her name is Selena. When I asked if they were together he told me no.”
Of course, he did. And now she has to pay the price for him fucking her over. Goddamn it. I slam my fists on the dashboard and then again. Over and over until I feel blood against the leather.
Jaden pulls on my arm, and I brace myself against the truck. Her small hand tightens. “It was a long time ago. I shouldn’t have even told you.”
I groan and rest my head against the seat. “That was your one time? That, Jaden?” I force a laugh and try to contain the frustration coursing through me. “That was not sex. That was him getting what he wants and not worrying about you.” I run my palm over the nape of her neck. I study her innocent eyes and flawless face. I’m going to demolish the memory of him and have her. “Come with me.”
She nods before I ask anything else. But I’m sure she has no idea what I really have planned. I can’t help what Selena has done but I can show her how she’s supposed to feel.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I start my truck and haul ass out of the cafeteria parking lot. Jaden sits perfectly still as we make our way across town and then down my mother’s road.
I see her gaze drifting from mine to my mother’s house which is now coming into view. “What are we doing?” she finally asks.
The truck comes to a screeching halt in front of my childhood home. I pull my keys out and turn toward Jaden. “Tell Adam you’re going back h
ome to spend the night.”
Her brows pull down in the middle. “What?”
I growl. “Don’t make me change my mind, Jaden. Call Adam and tell him you’re going home. You’re staying with me tonight. I’m going to show you how having sex is supposed to feel.”
I shut the door and make my way up the stairs. I can only imagine the shocked look on her face. But when I see the light from her phone flicker on, I know she won’t leave me here alone.
I’m going to fuck her right.
Chapter Sixteen
Jade
Adam doesn’t believe me, I know it. But I couldn’t get him off the phone fast enough. He kept threatening to call Dad, but frankly, I don’t give a shit. When a hot guy—that you’ve been drooling over—tells you he’s going to show you how sex is supposed to feel, you do as he says. Especially if that guy is Cade.
My legs tremble as I walk through the front door. The house is still mostly messy, and the evidence of DEAD BITCH is still spray painted on the dining room wall, which we didn’t finish the other day. Cade isn’t in the kitchen, so I follow the hallway back to the other side of the house.
The light flicks on from the second door down and then I hear the shower. I feel like hummingbirds are fluttering inside me. The door creaks as I push it open, causing Cade to spin around.
His shirt is off, lying on the floor beside his bare feet. Each ripple of his abdomen is chiseled, his hip bones protruding, making my fingers twitch with the anticipation of touching him. His low-slung jeans are ripped at the knees, giving him a grungy look that makes me throb between my legs. He lifts one finger and curls it toward himself, and I automatically obey. But the feeling of angst isn’t here. It’s something much deeper that’s urging me forward.
His gaze holds mine as I stop just a few inches from him. His smell slides over me, etching its way under my skin.
“Did he believe you?”
I smile and shake my head. “Not a chance.”
He sighs, brushing my hair off my shoulder. “He’ll find out.”
“I don’t think I care.”
Cade nods slowly, dragging this thumb over my collarbone and up to the side of my neck. “Neither do I.”
He examines my face for a while before leaning in and pressing his mouth against me. It’s warm and inviting. His teeth nip and suck at my lip until I’m only standing because his fully inked arm is wrapped around me. The wetness between my legs weighs me down. It’s the only thing I can focus on. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine and covers my hips with each open palm. “Do you want me?” he whispers, his hooded gaze watching me closely.
“Yes.” I hate myself for how soft it comes out. “Bad,” I say again, trying to regain my composure, but he’s pressing himself against me. I fight the urge to think about seeing him naked in my bed—just the evidence of his morning wood made me squirm. And now I understand why he’s worried about me.
I’m way out of my league.
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat and tighten my fingers in the belt loops of his jeans.
“I know I said that I couldn’t do this because I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. “And that’s mostly still true, but I can show you that it’s not supposed to feel like that. It’s not supposed to feel like nothing. It’s supposed to feel fucking great—for both of us.”
I have no doubt in my mind that it will be. Carefully, I lift my gaze and give him a look that I hope shows him how much I want him. I guess it does because my shirt is off and on the floor before I can blink.
Embarrassment swarms me the minute I realize I’m in my bra. I’ve always been ashamed of my breasts. I’m only a B and compared to the one girl I’ve seen around him, I know they’re pathetic. My eyes fall as soon as I wrap my arm around my chest. Cade makes an aggravated noise and pulls both of my arms and holds them behind my back. “You want me to show you how you’re supposed to feel, right? You want to do this with me, don’t you?” He tightens his grip. “Stop hiding from me. I won’t hurt you, I swear.”
I relax my shoulders and stay still as he lets go of my wrists and pushes me against the nearest wall. His mouth hovers over the hollow of my neck before nipping his way toward my jaw, licking behind each bite. My panties are soaking wet, and I almost die when I feel him slip his fingers down the front of my jeans.
“You’re so goddamn wet, baby,” he says before taking my mouth with his.
I focus on his tongue dipping into my mouth and exploring me like he can’t get enough, while he works my jeans over my hips and down my ankles. His featherlike touch caresses up my legs and around the curve of my ass as he stands back up, hovering over me, protecting me with his wall of muscle. One hand gently trails over my ribs and to the clasp of my bra.
A hooded, stormy gaze traps me in my place against the wall. He never looks away as he unhooks my bra and slips the straps off with so much experience I blush. Seconds tick by before he looks down at my chest. The devilish look on his handsome face makes me squirm.
“I was going to take a shower because of work but I don’t think I can manage it,” he grunts. “Put me out of my misery. Say we don’t have to take it.”
I forgot the shower was even running. I can’t imagine having to bathe before getting this. Or having him so close to me, touching me, and not moving forward.
“Fuck the shower,” I whisper.
***
Excitement flashes in his eyes, the shower is turned off, and I’m in his arms. The walk to his room is short, his strides long and determined. I focus on the stubble of his jaw and his strong cheekbones. When the door shuts behind him, I swallow the large nervous lump in my throat.
My back hits the mattress, and he’s suddenly over me, blocking out my safe view of the ceiling. Then I feel his mouth on my breasts, his other arm pulling me closer to him as he sucks my nipple. I arch my back and twine my fingers into his dark hair and pull. I’ve never had anyone pay any attention to my boobs before—well lack thereof—and it feels amazing.
All the embarrassment floats away, and I’m being sucked into a blissful heaven. His other hand runs down my back and grabs a handful of my ass, pulling me closer to him. “Goddammit,” he growls, nipping a path down my flat stomach to my core.
He’s going to no man’s land. I feel his mouth there first, on the inside of my thigh. The bites and licks make my stomach heavy with a need only he can fix. Then his fingers pull me open and his tongue laps me into oblivion.
My scream is so blissful that I’m jealous to hear it. Spreading my legs wide, Cade holds me down by my thighs and runs his tongue over me again and again. I’m shaking when I grab his hair and push him down farther. Which gets me a low growl and then he starts to nip his way up me—gently.
My vision is blurry and my head dizzy like I’m on a rollercoaster ride. My gentle shake is rocking through me now. An eruption of heat and shivers dominate me in every way. And just when I’m about to come, Cade bites down on my clit and shoves two fingers deep inside of me.
I scream so loud my ears rattle from the volume of it. I’m rocking, shaking, and everything in between. Cade’s hand moves up my stomach to grip the back of my neck and forces me to look at him as I finish my orgasm.
My eyes flutter closed and he tightens his grip. “Open.”
And I do…just as I come down from the highest high I’ve ever felt. I see the evidence of me on his mouth, and my cheeks heat.
A panty-dropper smile curls up his mouth before he presses it against mine. Knowing I’m tasting myself should be weird, but it isn’t. The way he groans and invades my mouth with his tongue, I know he loves it. And so do I.
“Are you ready for me?” He lowers his head, and I listen to his heavy breathing, take in the sweet smell of his hair before slowly nodding. “You don’t sound too confident, sweetheart.” He grabs my hand, placing it over the large lump in the front of his jeans. “I said, are you fucking
ready?”
God. I stretch my fingers around him and run my hand down his length. Something inside of me aches, and I grind my hips up toward his. “Yes.”
He reaches over me and digs around in a small nightstand for what seems like forever, and when he pulls back he’s pale as a ghost. “I don’t have a condom.” He grinds his teeth together and rakes his fingers through his hair. “Fucking shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say.
“How long?”
I let out a shaky breath when I feel his fingers trail up my outer thigh. “Two years.”
He groans, and my fears dissolve. Our gazes are locked, but I’m so tempted to look down as he pulls his jeans over his thighs and kicks them off the bed. When he comes back up, I can see everything squeezed into his boxer briefs.
“You’re sure?” he rasps out.
I nod. “Completely.”
He nods and gives me a wolfish grin. “Good. Hold on tight, sweetheart.” All the hesitation from him—from me—has evaporated. He rolls his underwear down his legs.
He sighs as he spreads me open with his thigh and settles in. “I’ve wanted to know what it would feel like to be over you for a while now.”
I swallow and try not to dwell on his dick pressing against me. “What’s it feel like? Live up to your expectations?”
Another wolfish grin. “Absolutely.” He clears his throat and settles himself above me, one forearm resting by my head and keeping me up while the other one guides his dick against me. “Now.” His voice is raspy, low. “Let’s see how you like me inside you. If I hurt you, tell me. If you want more, tell me.”
A silence takes over the room, while we stare at each other. His green eyes are dark, and he never loses contact as he slides into me. A deep ache tears the moment he pushes an inch farther. I drop my head and a painfully blissful scream rips through my throat.
