by Lauren Rowe
“There’s no logical reason for that arrangement. You’re not my first. I’m not your hunk of clay to mold.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to wonder where else your ‘hunk of clay’ has been during the five weeks you’re sticking it inside me.”
Tyler chuckles. “Fair enough. Okay, deal. Any other conditions?”
I feel dizzy. I shake my head.
“Great. But, remember, at the end of five weeks, we’re friends. If you see me talking to someone else in class or at the book store, you’ve got to promise you won’t slash my tires or light up my phone with fifty batshit crazy texts in an hour. Friends.”
“I understand.” My face feels hot. My skin is sizzling. I can’t believe this is happening. “So what happens now?” I whisper.
“This.” He licks his lips, leans forward, and kisses me—and, instantly, my body explodes with arousal. I slide my arms around his neck and return his kiss passionately. In response, he pulls me toward him greedily, guiding me to sit on his lap, and I straddle him while continuing to kiss him. He cups my face in his palms and absolutely devours me while I rub my crotch furiously against his bulge.
Still kissing me, Tyler stands, taking me with him, and strides with me in his strong arms toward the staircase.
“You don’t want to work on Shakespeare a bit more?” I whisper into his lips. But, of course, I’m joking.
“Shakespeare can go fuck himself,” Tyler grits out. “That fucker is dead. I’m alive and hard as a rock, and I’ve never wanted a girl as much as I want you, Zooey Cartwright.”
Chapter Thirteen
For the past twenty minutes, Tyler and I have been lying on his bed, both of us fully clothed, kissing and touching and groping and gyrating against each other. At this point, I’m so turned on, I feel like I’m about to explode. I don’t know if Tyler’s a mad genius or what, but this tactic of making out with me fully clothed for so long is making me ache so much, I want to grab him by his ears and scream, “Let’s get naked already, for the love of God!”
As we continue kissing and groping each other, my fingers migrate to that delectable hard bulge behind his jeans. Oh, man, I’m dying to see it naked and in all its glory. I squeeze his hardness, and he groans into our kiss.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers into my mouth. “You turn me on so much.”
Then let’s get naked.
“You want to get naked?” he whispers, reading my mind.
Hallelujah! “Mmm hmm,” I say, excitement flooding me.
“Is that a yes?” he whispers. “I need an actual ‘yes.’”
“Yes,” I whisper. I’m trembling.
Tyler takes a deep breath. “Every step of the way, I’ll need to hear a yes from you. If you say ‘no’ at any time, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Until this very moment, I didn’t realize I was feeling anxiety about what we’re about to do. “Thank you.”
Tyler takes a deep, shaky breath, like he’s trying to manage extreme physical pain. “So you wanna get naked, then?”
My heart is pounding. “Yes.”
Without further ado, he sits up and slowly peels off his shirt, baring his muscled torso to me for the first time, and my eyes pop out of my head.
“Yes!” I blurt.
He chuckles and peels off his jeans, revealing gray boxer briefs covering the clear outline of a hard shaft and tip. Oh, dear God. My clit has never ached like this before. My entire body feels on the verge of a total and complete meltdown. I hold my breath, waiting for Tyler to peel off his briefs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches to pull off my shirt.
“What about your underwear?” I ask as my shirt slips past my face. “Aren’t you going to take those off?”
“Patience, eager beaver.” He reaches behind my back and deftly unlatches my bra. And that’s that. I’m now sitting before him, my breasts bared to him. It’s the first time I’ve shown my naked torso to a guy in my life. My instinct is to cross my arms, but I somehow refrain.
“Have you ever been naked with a guy before?” Tyler asks softly. He looks incredibly aroused.
My nipples are tingling. I look down at myself. They’re two hard, little pebbles. “This is the first time.”
Tyler’s eyes are on fire. “They’re perfect.” He looks from my chest to my face. “You’re perfect, Zooey.”
I swallow hard. “Well, it’s not like I can take any credit for my boobs. This is how they sprouted, whether I wanted them to or not. They just grew and grew, and I kept thinking, Hey—”
“Zooey.”
I shut my mouth.
“Are you nervous, sweetheart?”
I press my lips together and nod. I’m shaking.
“Nervous like you want to slow down?”
I shake my head. “Nervous like I can’t wait to go, go, go.”
He laughs. “Excellent. Lie back, baby. You don’t need to do a thing. Just relax and I’ll handle everything.”
I lie back, still trembling, and Tyler pulls off my shorts, leaving us both in our underwear, and then he leans down and begins caressing and kissing and licking my breasts and nipples. As he kisses me, one of Tyler’s hands migrates toward the waistband of my underwear. A whimper of excitement escapes my mouth.
Instantly, Tyler’s face snaps up from my breasts, like he’s double-checking I’m still good.
“Yes,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Tyler smiles, lowers his head, and devours my left nipple just as he slips his fingertips inside the waistband of my undies. I make a cooing sound I’ve never made before as his fingers find my wetness and gently stroke my tip.
Oh, crap. Oh, jeez. Holy hell. His fingers are doing magical things to me. I mean, oh my God—really, really magical things! I grip his bicep. Dig my nails into his flesh. Grip the sheet underneath me. Arch my back feverishly, shoving my pelvis into his touch. Oh, hot damn, that feels good. Oh, motherfuck. I coo again. And then begin gyrating like a stripper on a pole, my body craving something it’s never tasted before but inherently knows it wants.
Tyler tugs on my panties, dragging them over my hips, so I help him out and get those suckers off like they’re on fire. And now I’m naked on the bed, laid out for him like a picnic lunch. And I don’t know if it was all that making out we did at first, but I’ve never been so wet in my life. I’m ready.
“I’m going to take off my briefs now,” he whispers hoarsely.
I’m shivering with excitement. I open my mouth, and that little whimper comes out again.
“Yes?” he whispers.
I nod like a bobble-head doll. “Yes.”
He stands at the side of the bed and pulls down his briefs, and my jaw drops when his hard-on springs to freedom.
“Holy crap.”
Tyler grins. “You ever seen one before?”
“Not in person. Is that entire thing really supposed to fit inside me?”
“It’ll fit like a glove.” He crawls onto the bed next to me, his massive erection straining toward his ripped abs, and a moment later, I feel the delicious dual sensations of his warm skin pressing against mine and his hard dick poking me in the thigh.
“Your body is designed for mine,” he whispers. He rubs his tip against my thigh and moans. “You’ll see. We’re going to be a perfect fit.” He lets out a shaky exhale. “There’s no rush, though. There’s plenty we can do without me putting it in. It doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
“No, tonight’s the night,” I whisper urgently. “As soon as possible.”
He chuckles. “Patience, eager beaver.” He slides his hand between my legs again. His fingers dip inside me and begin moving in and out of me in languid, gentle strokes. After a while, he begins trailing kisses down my belly as he continues to massage me. Down, down, down his hungry mouth goes toward his moving fingers. But just before his lips reach their final destination, I reflexively clamp my thighs shut.
Tyl
er doesn’t miss a beat. He gently pushes my legs apart while continuing to kiss and lick the flesh right above my sex. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he says softly. “It’s gonna get me off.”
I take a deep breath and open my legs again—and two seconds later, Tyler’s warm, wet tongue lands on my clit and begins lapping at me energetically. I let out a little yelp, shocked at how good it feels. “Oh Mylanta, that’s nice.”
Tyler chuckles into my crotch, and his warm breath tickles my most sensitive flesh. His fingers begin moving in and out of me again as he eats me, sending every molecule in my body vibrating, all at once.
In short order, I’m shuddering with pleasure. Panting. Gasping for air. Groaning. I grip the sheet. Spit out a long string of expletives. Followed by an incredibly embarrassing, guttural moan. I throw my head back. “This feels so good,” I grit out. “Oh, Tyler.”
Tyler shifts position and hunkers down between my legs like he’s planning to stay a while. He gently pushes my legs open even wider—opening my folds to him like a blooming rose—and, damn it, I reflexively clamp my legs again, squeezing the poor guy’s head like a walnut in a nutcracker.
But Tyler’s not fazed. He looks up from his meal while he slowly pushes my thighs apart. “Yes?”
I take a deep breath and speak on my exhale. “Yes.”
“Clear your mind, baby. There’s no shame here. You taste amazing. I’m absolutely loving this. Just enjoy it.”
I concentrate on clearing my mind as he continues his delicious work—and soon, I’ll be damned, I feel something brewing inside me I’ve never felt before. A long, low moan escapes me. The muscles at my epicenter flutter. Tighten. My clit is tingling and swollen. It kind of hurts, actually. But it’s a pain that feels oh-so good. A wave of pleasure rises sharply inside me. A tsunami looms and threatens to consume me. I feel it hovering over me in suspended animation, waiting to crash down.
“Oh, shit,” I grit out, gripping the bedsheet with white knuckles underneath me. “I think… Oh, Jesus.”
Tyler doubles down on what he’s doing. He’s doing magical things to me with his tongue and fingers.
“Tyler,” I whisper. “Oh, God. I’m about to come, I think.”
A deep-seated coiling overtakes my deepest muscles. I’m a rubber band about to snap. I look down and see Tyler’s beautiful, bobbing head between my legs. His muscled shoulders. The tattoos on his bulging arms. I listen to the lapping sounds his tongue and lips are making as he eats me. The sounds of his breathing. His occasional growls. I peek at his hard dick. Its tip is wet and shiny. I imagine myself licking it like a lollipop. And that does it. Heat flashes into my clit almost painfully. Every muscle in my body tightens, all at once. My skin pricks with goose bumps. My toes curl. And then…
Oh, God. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Yes! “Oh!” I shout. “Oh, my God! I’m…ooooh, Tyler!”
My muscles surrounding Tyler’s fingers begin squeezing and clenching in rhythmic waves, shooting spasms of pleasure throughout my core. It’s a sensation of pure bliss like nothing I’ve felt before. Heaven. Unmitigated ecstasy. Rapture.
All of a sudden, Tyler’s at my mouth, smiling and laughing. Cooing about how sexy I am. Kissing me.
“I came,” I whisper after the waves of pleasure have subsided. I cup his cheeks with my palms. “You did it!”
“You did it.”
“I did it!” I pull him toward me and kiss him, my heart bursting. This moment is perfect. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone but Tyler, exactly like this. How could I have been so stupid as to think I could give my virginity away to some random dude at a party? And without even bothering to mention it was my first time? I was a fool.
Our kiss is ramping up. I grab Tyler’s hard dick, eager to give him pleasure the way he’s done for me. But he breaks away from our kiss, panting, and touches my hand. “Like this, sweetheart.” He repositions my hand and shows me how to move it. “Yeah, that’s nice. A little more pressure. Oh yeah, that’s really nice.”
“Show me,” I say.
“You’re doing it.”
“No, show me how you do it to yourself.”
Tyler rolls onto his side next to me and jerks himself off while I study the movement of his hand. After a moment, I take over the job for him.
“Like this?”
“Yup,” he says, his voice tight. “Exactly.” His dick feels silky smooth in my hand. It’s turning me on to stroke him. But after not too long, Tyler inhales sharply and puts his hand on mine, stopping my movement. “I’m about to lose it,” he explains, his voice taut. “If you want to give a guy your first hand job to completion, then keep going. If you want me to be able to put it inside you in the very near future, then you’ve got to stop.”
I release him from my grip, serenity flooding me. I know exactly what I want. And it isn’t to give Tyler Caldwell my first hand job. I want this boy inside me, pronto. “Put on a condom,” I whisper, my eyes blazing. I lie down and arch my back, jutting my breasts and peaked nipples into the air toward him. “I want you inside me, Tyler. I’m ready.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Kinda looks like a kielbasa wearing rain slicker,” I say and instantly regret it. Come on, Zooey! Now’s not the time for jokes!
“A little advice?” Tyler says. “There’s never a good time to make fun of a guy’s dick. But especially not when he’s about to stick it inside you.”
“Sorry. I guess I’m a little more nervous than I realized.”
Tyler touches my hair. “It’s gonna be great. Well, as great as it can be your first time. From what I’ve been told, the first time for girls is often even more of a mind-fuck than a body-fuck.”
“Was it a mind-fuck for you?”
“No. Just a body-fuck. A blink-and-it’s-over body-fuck.”
“Was your first time with another virgin?”
He snorts. “No.” He leaves it at that.
“Then how do you know the first time is a mind-fuck for girls? Do you ask girls to fill out an exit survey every time you de-virginize them?”
“You’re my first virgin. I know about the first time being a mind-fuck because my sister told me.”
I grimace. “Now that’s a close sibling relationship.”
Tyler shrugs. “She just wanted to make sure, if ever I found myself in the present situation, I’d do a great job for the girl. Apparently, my sister’s experience was highly disappointing.”
“Well, tell your sister thanks from me.”
“I won’t tell my sister a damned thing. Tell whoever you want about this, but Tyler Caldwell doesn’t de-virginize and tell.” He winks.
Okay, seriously now. Is this guy for real? I poke his muscular arm to confirm he’s not a figment of my imagination. How the heck did a douchebag at a party turn out to be Prince Charming? “Thank you for taking such good care of me,” I whisper. “I appreciate it.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s me who should be thanking you, sweetheart. This is so fucking hot for me. Believe me, I’m loving it.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay, so let’s get some music going, eager beaver. I made the perfect de-virginization playlist for you.”
“I heard it downstairs, remember?”
Tyler swats at the air. “That playlist was meant to be a joke. Sort of. This is serious now. This moment is going to be a lifelong memory for you. Ten years from now you’ll be swapping stories with your friends about how each of you lost your V cards. And when you tell your story, I want your friends to say, ‘Damn, that guy picked the perfect song.’”
“Yeah, and then I’ll reply nonchalantly, Oh, did I mention the guy who took my virginity was the world-famous football player, Tyler Caldwell of the…?”
“Cowboys.”
“He’s the league leader in tackles and interceptions and defensive touchdowns.”
Tyler flashes me an adorable smile. “And sacks and forced fumbles.”
“Oh, yes, of course.”
We share a smile.
God,
he’s gorgeous.
“Cue the song, Tyler,” I whisper. “I’m ready.”
Tyler rolls over to his nightstand and grabs his phone, and a song I don’t know begins playing. “‘Crash into Me’ by Dave Matthews Band,” Tyler says, answering my unspoken question. “I decided this one will never go out of style. You’ll never look back and be bummed this song was the soundtrack for this particular memory.”
My heart swells. “Thank you.”
“So, let’s get you ramped up and begging for it, shall we?”
“Yes.”
He hunkers down between my legs…and I’ll be damned, after only a few minutes of him licking me again, I have the second orgasm of my life. And it’s even better than the first one.
When my body finishes warping from the inside out, Tyler slithers up to my face, licking his lips. His eyes are blazing. He opens his mouth to speak.
“Yes,” I blurt, cutting him off before he’s said a word.
He smiles, crawls on top of me, presses his warm, hulking body onto mine, places his fingers inside me briefly, like he’s finding his target, and then slowly, ever so slowly…oh my God…he’s inside me. He’s inside me! As deep as a man can possibly go! He’s splitting me in two! Impaling me! And it doesn’t even hurt!
“That’s just the tip,” he whispers.
Oh.
“Yes?” he grits out.
“Yes.”
I’ve no sooner said the magic word than a jolt of pain flashes through me, making me gasp.
Tyler freezes on top of me.
“Is that all the way?” I gasp.
“Half-way.”
Oh, crap, there’s more? I take a deep breath. “Keep going.”
He pushes in slowly. “That’s all the way.” He lets out a shaky breath. “Oh, Jesus, Zooey, you feel so fucking good.”
“I do?”
“Oh, God. So good.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna move inside you now. In and out. I’ll kiss you while I do it. Oh, Jesus. This feels good.” He lets out a shaky breath. “Yes?”
