by S Doyle
“I tried it,” she whispered when I had her pressed up against the refrigerator.
“You never tried it with me,” I said, even as I dropped my mouth onto hers.
It was as good as last time. She was sweet and hot and she opened right up for me. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her against my body. We were both dripping with sweat but I liked it. I liked that our fluids were merging.
I loved the feel of her tongue rubbing against mine. Like she was using me to explore what she liked.
I pulled her thigh up to my hip and pressed my erection against her center, and she moaned into my mouth.
Brin’s problem with sex wasn’t the intimacy. It wasn’t that she was cold. Which made me think the guys she’d been with just hadn’t done it for her. But not me. I had always done it for her, hadn’t I?
It was wrong, maybe, to take advantage of those feelings she used to have for me, but I didn’t care. I wanted her too much. I was about to start peeling off her bike shorts when the sound of a kitten mewling filled the whole downstairs, it was so loud.
Brin quickly had her hands up on my chest and was pushing me back.
“I have to feed Romeo!” she shouted. I looked at her eyes then, wide and a little wary. She had felt something and I thought she was a little afraid of it.
Good, I thought savagely. Let her be a little afraid of how I make her feel. If anything, it would only pique her curiosity.
“Okay,” I said, backing off and giving her some space. Once free, she ran into the living room finding her cat still nestled in the little bed by the fireplace where she’d left him. She cuddled him to her chest like he was her protection. “You feed Romeo. I’m going to go take a shower and rub one out thinking about what it would be like to have you in there with me.”
She gasped again and I loved it.
And, just like that, I had a secondary mission when it came to Sabrina King. Number one was still to protect her from any danger. But quickly following that I planned to sexually educate her on everything she’d been missing.
SABRINA
Later That Night
You never tried it with me.
I was pretty sure those words had ruined me forever. Because now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sex. With Garrett Pine.
SEX. WITH GARRETT PINE!
I’d spent my entire teenage life wanting exactly that thing, and the last five years of my life trying to forget Garrett existed. Trying so hard that I’d had sex with other men just to prove to myself I was over him.
Even though I wasn’t.
Tired of my thoughts, I got up. I checked on Romeo, cuddled in his cat bed in the corner of the room. He was still asleep after his last feeding. He’d probably had more food today than he’d had in his whole poor life. No wonder he was exhausted. Then I quietly opened the door to my room, making sure to walk softly so as not to wake up Garrett. Even though the master bedroom was at the other end of the hallway and it was doubtful he could hear me.
Did I want him to hear me?
No, of course I didn’t.
I knew what he wanted, but fucking Garrett and then trying to put him in the past again would be too difficult. My gut assured me of that and he’d said very clearly he had no interest in anything else.
I made my way down the hall without bothering to turn on any lights. It was odd, but after just a few days here I felt like I already knew this ranch house intimately. Which wood planks on the floor creaked. Where all the plates and glasses were stored. What the stables smelled like.
Once I got to the kitchen I pulled down a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. Instantly I felt cooler.
Except a light went on, illuminating the living room, and I gasped.
“Can’t sleep either?” Garrett asked me. He was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of loose cotton pants, a beer bottle dangling between his fingers.
Which made me think of the loose sheer nightie I was wearing.
Which immediately made me think of sex, which I had already told myself was off the table.
Damn him!
“Come here, Brin. I won’t bite.”
Cautiously I made my way over and sat down where he was patting the place on the couch next to him. He put his arm around me, and it felt so good I nearly whimpered. I rested my head against his shoulder. My cheek touched his skin. I could smell him in a way I never had before and it was nearly intoxicating. It also made me feel so safe. Secure, like I had never been in my life.
“Tell me about your first time.”
“Why?” It wasn’t a conversation that would lead anywhere good.
“Because I’ve been sitting here all night kicking myself for being a cocky asshole with you today. Whatever experiences you had turned you off from sex, which means they couldn’t have been good ones. I shouldn’t have said those things. About being curious about what you’re missing. Do you trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” I asked before I could think better of it. “Never mind. I know you don’t.”
“Brin…”
I shrugged. “Can you turn the light off?”
Garrett leaned over and did as I’d asked, plunging the living room back into darkness. It felt better this way. Less embarrassing.
“He was just some guy I met at a club,” I started. “He asked for my number and called me the next day. He took me out to this really fancy restaurant and made a big deal of ordering all this really expensive food.”
“None of which you ate.”
“Not much of it, no. Then he drove me back to his place. When he pulled up to the sidewalk out front of his apartment building it dawned on me that he expected sex. It wasn’t like he even asked, he just assumed…”
“Brin,” Garrett whispered.
I didn’t want his sympathy, though. “It was my decision. I knew that. I figured I was twenty, I might as well just do it. But it was more… I don’t know…overwhelming than I thought it would be. He immediately put his mouth down there on me. I mean like DOWN THERE. And that freaked me out. Then he made me do it to him, and the whole time, I was, like, I don’t want to do this, but I did it anyway. Then he said…” I closed my eyes because it was really horrible to remember. “‘I hope you fuck better than you give head.’”
“Prick.”
“Yeah. He was. He did it fast, and it burned and hurt, and when he was done he called an Uber for me and said he would see me around. I cried the whole way home. Then, a year later, I was drunk at some party and this guy was hitting on me and I thought I would try it again. It still hurt, and I thought then that it was all overrated. It’s like when people tell you they love kale. That kale is this super food and so good for you and it’s delicious, too. It’s not. It’s kale. There is nothing delicious about kale!”
Garrett laughed. And then he squeezed my arm and brought me into him closer. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
He stood and reached out his hand to me. “Come on, Brin. I’m going to take you to bed and give you an orgasm. We won’t have sex. This isn’t about that. But I need to show you how good it can be.”
I looked up at him feeling all the reasons in the world why I didn’t think this was a good idea. But it was like I needed to know. I needed to feel what Garrett could do to me.
“Okay.”
He took me to his room. “What about Romeo?” I asked, feeling nervous and uncertain. “I won’t hear him if he cries.”
Garrett immediately changed direction and took me back to my room—or, I should say, his old room. I was going to mess around in Garrett’s bed. It was like I was acting out every teenage fantasy I had ever had.
Once we were in the room he pulled down the covers that were messed up from where I had spent hours tossing and turning.
“Do you want to be naked or do you want to leave the nightie on?”
“Nightie on!”
He laughed again. “Okay.”
It was stupid. I knew I had a bo
dy that attracted men, but I don’t know that I had ever lost the fat-girl insecurities I’d carried around with me for so long. He moved over and then tugged me down on the bed until were on our sides facing each other.
“Did you like it when I kissed you?” he whispered, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
“Yes,” I whispered back. I didn’t know why were whispering but I liked it. The feeling of intimacy. Like we were two teenagers trying not to get caught by his parents who were just down the hall.
“Then that’s all we’re going to do for a while.”
Then I didn’t have to think at all. He was kissing me and thrusting this tongue into my mouth until instinctively I pushed against his body, seeking more. The hair on his chest, the strength of his arms as he wrapped them around me.
After what felt like an hour of kissing, which was unrealistic but it was longer than I had ever been kissed, I could feel his hands sliding up my nightgown in the back, then back down as his fingers dipped inside my panties until he was cupping my ass in his palms.
“I’m going to take these off. Okay? Just your panties.”
I nodded. And he used both hands to slide them down my legs. Once they were gone, he spent more time just focusing on kissing parts of me. The inside of my ankle, my knee, then my thigh. None of it was scary or overwhelming. I spread my thighs and it felt like I was opening myself to him.
I heard him groan. Or was that me?
His lips and tongue and teeth high on the inside of my thigh were driving me insane.
“Garrett, I need more, I think.”
And he gave me more, sliding his finger deep inside me. I was so slick it didn’t even hurt.
“Feel that, Brin. Feel how wet you are?” He took his now-damp finger and ran it along the skin just below my belly button. I could feel the wetness but it didn’t embarrass me like I’d thought it would. “That’s how it has to be. You have to be drenched and so ready to explode. Then it will be okay when I do this.”
I didn’t know what to expect, but the feel of his tongue slipping through my folds was so different from last time. I was waxed bare, because everyone in Hollywood was waxed bare, so it was like every motion of his tongue against my skin sent shock waves through my whole body. Then he was running his tongue up and down like he couldn’t get enough of me, until finally I could feel him pushing it inside me along with his finger. Or was it two fingers? I couldn’t tell. I just felt the pressure and it was so good.
And then the flat of his tongue was there on my clit, doing this wave-like motion even as his fingers continued to thrust into me.
“Ahhh! Eeehhhh. Ohhhhh!”
I was screaming. Or keening. I couldn’t have been quiet if my life had depended on it. And then it hit, this huge, giant wave of physical pleasure from my toes to the tips of my ears until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was pressing my hand into his hair and tugging him away.
Immediately he lifted his head and smiled up at me. At least, I think he was smiling. I could see the white of his teeth. He pulled his body up along mine and I could feel his erection pressing through his cotton pants against my belly.
“Do you want me to…” I started to run my hands down his chest over his stomach.
“No,” he said, rolling to the side and taking me with him. “This wasn’t transactional, Brin. Sex between two people is about making each other feel good. And it’s always about giving, or I think it should be. Did I make you feel good?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Then I feel good because I gave that to you. Do you understand?”
I thought I did. But I still wouldn’t have been opposed to touching him. To stroking him in my palm.
Except he was getting out of the bed.
“Oh, you’re leaving now.”
He sucked in some breath. “I’m coming back. I don’t want to leave you after making you come, baby, but I need to…I need to…”
“Rub one out?” I asked, thinking back to how he’d referred to it before.
“Let’s say, relieve some pressure. Then I can hold you. Okay?”
“Okay.” I liked the sound of that. Of being held. “Also, once you’re done relieving your pressure, can you warm up some formula? I’m thinking Romeo will be getting hungry soon.”
He sighed and I thought I heard him say that he was fucked.
But I didn’t think about anything after that as I drifted off into a dreamy sleep.
14
SABRINA
The Next Morning
Garrett Pine was in my bed. Or, more accurately, I was in Garrett Pine’s bed. A place I had dreamed of for years. I figured this was probably going to mess me up when whatever we were doing was over, so I decided to just live in the moment and memorize every detail.
The scruff of his jaw, the way his arm was thrown back over his head. The way he half snored. The smattering of dark hair all along his chest and down his stomach. I couldn’t see beyond that because the sheet was covering him, but the sheet was…shall we say…looking for some relief from the pressure of what was beneath it.
I was still in my nightie. I had put my panties back on when I fed Romeo and it hadn’t felt right to take them off again when I returned to bed. Like it would be too much of an invitation for Garrett to pleasure me.
And I didn’t know why, but I had this feeling that whatever path this took us down, messing around with each other, Garrett needed to be the one to lead. Not because he was the man, but because in many ways he was the reluctant party. Like he didn’t really want to do this, but he either couldn’t stop himself or was making the decision to put my needs first.
But inviting him to touch me was very different than wanting to touch him.
I did. I did want to touch him.
I glanced up at his face and saw that he was still asleep. I thought of what he’d said last night. This wasn’t about a thank-you or a tit for tat. This was this feeling inside me that I wanted to give to him. Pleasure. Release.
I slid my hand under the sheet and rested it above his stomach. The snorting noises coming from his nose stopped and the sheet tented even further. I tugged it off his body and saw his erection pressing against his loose cotton pants.
It called to me. Without thinking too much about it, I slipped my hand inside the band on his pants and found him. He was heavy and warm and so ridiculously hard. I squirmed a little, rubbing my pussy against the bed and loving the tingles that shot through my body.
I thought back to when I’d first discovered what an orgasm was. The summer going into my freshman year. Playing out all the fantasies I had about Garrett now that we would be in the same school together. I used to hump the mattress for a bit while I thought of him in his football uniform, and that was all it took.
Funny. It was around the time that’d I forced myself to stop thinking about Garrett that I stopped making myself come. It was like the fantasy had been more fun than the physical release. Once the fantasy was gone, it didn’t seem worth the work.
Now I was inching down the bed, my hand full of his thick cock, and I thought all it would take might be a few humps…but this was about giving to him, wasn’t it?
I let go of his cock and got up on my knees next to him. I didn’t look at his face. I didn’t want to know if he was awake or not. His body was awake and that was all that mattered.
I took his dick myin hand again and bent over him, just licking the crown. Like the rest of him it was warm and smelled like him. I licked it again and I thought how much I liked it. No pressure. No hand in my hair directing me where to go. Just me exploring his erection, pumping it in my hand until finally I took the crown entirely into my mouth.
That’s when I knew he was awake.
“Fuck that feels good, Brin.”
I lifted my head, but it was like trying to pull myself away from an ice-cream cone. Once you started licking it was hard to stop. “Does it? I only did it that one time and he said…”
“You ever mention that prick in front of me again and I’ll get pissed. You’re in my bed. That’s my cock you’re sucking. Talking about some other guy right now isn’t cool.”
I nodded. He was right. This should just be between us. I leaned over him again and continued in my exploration. Dipping my tongue into the tip where it was a little wet already. Salty warmth. Taking him then as deep as I could go, and then further because he was groaning like a man tortured.
Giving felt delicious. Giving felt empowering.
But it also made me feel needy. Like now I knew what it meant to have his girth inside my mouth, on my tongue, I needed him in my body.
I pulled away and looked at him then. His face was red and tight. “Garrett, I want to…can we…can you come inside me?”
His nostrils flared. His hand dipped under the pillow behind his head and he extracted a condom.
“Please tell me that’s not from when this was your room.”
“I brought it back when I got the cat formula, just in case this happened,” he growled. He ripped it open with this teeth and, with one hand, slid it down his erection. “Come on up here and straddle me, babe.”
I shimmied out of my panties first, then did what he asked. I wasn’t really certain what to do next, but I didn’t have to know. He kept me perched over him, my sex above his, my hands braced on his shoulders. Then he brought his hand to my pussy and started to slowly insert his finger. In and out. In and out. Until I started pressing down when he thrust up.
“Hmmmm. Ohhhhhh. Garrett! Please. This is good. This good. Good. Good.”
He moved my hips then and positioned his cock at my wet opening, nudging the head of his cock inside me. There was that same sense of stretching, a little burning, but I realized the difference now that I was motivated to push through the discomfort. I wanted him INSIDE of me. If it hurt a little to get him there, then that was okay.
I shifted my knees so I had leverage and pushed down on him harder. Lifting away when it was too much and then pushing down hard again.
