by Rose Harper
At the first touch of my tongue, he threw his head back and moaned. His hands now clutched the sheets behind him. At any moment I was afraid they would rip under the pressure. Seeing him come unglued had me close to the edge already. This was the first time I’d been so brazen with my actions. I could tell that he was loving every second of it. And hell, so was I, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy, his tongue running across his lips to wet them. It was orgasmic just watching it.
But I needed to stop. I didn’t want to ruin our plans, no matter how dumb I thought they were now. I, however, had put a lot of work into making it the perfect night. It pained me to step away from him, but I did. When it registered in his sex-fogged mind, his eyes opened and his breathing was harsh.
“Fuck,” he said shakily.
I giggled. “The real thing is going to be better … If you wait.”
“Definitely not ruining the plans. Tomorrow night, you’re mine,” his low-gravelly-sexy-as-fuck voice rasped.
“Looking forward to it, love. I’m wet just thinking about it,” I seductively purred, running to the bathroom when he narrowed his eyes in warning.
I knew that last comment was pushing it, but I couldn’t help it. Ever since getting back together with him, it has been a freaking blast setting him off. I knew that I would be paying for it tomorrow, but damn, I’ve heard delayed gratification is the shit. At least, that’s what I’ve read. I didn’t want to seem like I didn’t know what I was doing, so I’ve been reading up on sex. Some may laugh, but what was a virgin to do? Just go in the bedroom and expect their partner to do all the work? Yeah, that didn’t fly with me.
The only part of sex that scared me was the pain I’d undoubtedly feel. I sure hoped that from some of the stuff I read, they lied. However, I knew that wouldn’t be the case. I thought multiple times to just get it over with before he and I have sex; that way we could enjoy each other the first time we were together. How would one even go about doing that though? I shuddered at the thought of doing something so drastic. I didn’t want a plastic phallus taking my v-card. I wanted a flesh-and-blood cock doing all the dirty work. Brad’s thick, strong cock doing all the work.
CHAPTER FIVE
Getting to school the next morning was … eventful. Have you ever been in the same car with a sex-charged male? One that was just dying to rip your clothes off, and even tried a few times? For jokes, of course. But yeah, that’s what I had to deal with that morning. It was hilarious watching him try to control the beast. I’ve never laughed so hard in all my life. I could tell he was frustrated, but damn, so was I. I was done playing around though; tonight would be the night, and I couldn’t wait.
I shut my locker door before heading off to my last class of the day. I’ve been working my ass off for the past few weeks to get all my work done. Thank God, I did. I had a nice surprise to tell Brad about when he took me home to get ready for prom. I was officially a graduate. Cedar Grove High would be mailing me my diploma in a few weeks. I didn’t even really need to be here, but I came anyway because that meant more time I got to spend with Brad.
He didn’t know that I was doing this. He was going to have the surprise of his life. As I was making my way through the maze of people, I passed by a cove surrounded by jocks. I was sure that Brad was right in the middle of them all. Something began nagging at me, so I decided to stand off to the side until the crowd dispersed. I heard my name being whispered between them and cocked my head to the side to listen a bit better.
“So, Claire is finally going to do it,” one of the guys said to whom I assumed was Brad.
“Yeah, tonight that cherry’s getting popped, guys,” he laughed out.
My mouth opened in shock. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now. Is he really gloating to a bunch of guys that he was going to nail me tonight? Really? I heard a group of girls approach and pushed myself farther against the wall. With all the guys standing around me, no one knew I was there. A significant giggle, I recognized as Cherish’s sounded out throughout the hall. Brad had no idea I was standing here. I wasn’t even supposed to be down here since my last class was upstairs.
I held my breath when she began to speak.
“Brad, we still getting together tonight? It is prom after all, and we said we were going together,” she cooed, as a slurping sound came immediately afterwards.
“Fuck no, Cherish.” It was then I recognized the sound. She had kissed him. “Don’t kiss me with that nasty mouth again. Tonight, I have other plans.”
I smiled even though it still kind of hurt me that he was talking about me and my virginity with all these guys. However, I would rather him talk about something like that than to meet up with Cherish. That would have broken my heart. It would have been just like seeing him under the stairs with her all over again. I looked at my phone and noticed that we had almost five minutes to get to class. An evil smile passed over my face. Pushing through the crowd of the guys, I found Brad right in the middle of them, laughing at something someone had said.
His eyes raked over me with a mischievous glint and he licked his lips. I was more determined than ever to get the taste of nasty ass Cherish out of his mouth. I stepped between his spread thighs, leaned down and grabbed his face in my hands, melding my mouth to his. The kiss lasted just a few seconds, but just enough to remind him who he belonged to. It was also enough time to show Cherish that he wasn’t hers.
I stepped back, glaring at her. “If that isn’t proof enough that he’s mine, then maybe the show later on tonight will be. Now piss off,” I seethed.
All the guys around us boomed with laughter, some whooped and hollered and some even whistled. I felt Brad’s hands encircle my waist, pulling me into his lap. Cherish gave me the stink eye the whole time before she flipped me off and then stormed away. I giggled, damn that felt good. That had been so out of character for me. I leaned back into Brad’s arms as he brought his mouth to my ear.
“Nice pissing contest, babe.” He chuckled.
“Why, thank ya.” I replied in my best southern accent, which only made him laugh harder.
“You’re mighty welcome.”
I laughed a bit harder as I stood up from his lap. Turning around, I leaned down so I was eye level with him, my face as serious as I could make it. “Oh…the next time you want to gloat about taking my virginity, make sure you at least offer them a front row seat.”
His face paled. He couldn’t tell that I was joking, which made it freaking priceless. I bellowed with laughter.
“You heard?” he asked as he began fidgeting.
I nodded my head, then gave him a peck on the lips. “I was just joking about the front row seats.” I heard all the guys around us groan and whisper cuss words. I chuckled, bringing my lips to his ear, kissing it gently. He groaned at the contact. “I’m not mad, either. If I had any friends, I’d be telling them the same thing,” I whispered just before licking the shell of his ear.
He visibly shivered when I stood back. I stared into his desire-laced eyes. God, he was gorgeous. I smiled and winked before turning around to head to my last unneeded class of the day. Only to get to the end of the hall before I felt a hand on my arm. I turned with a smile expecting Brad, but what I got was a whole lot of Cherish. I jerked my arm out of her hand and glared at her.
“What makes you think you can touch me?” I confronted her, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Oh, look who thinks she’s a bad bitch just because she’s fucking Brad tonight.” She laughed evilly, leaning against the wall as she began to check her cuticles. “Let me tell you something, sweets. Brad will never be yours. You need to get that through your head now. He is only with you at this point in time because you are the untouchable Claire James. Trust me, they’ve had bets on this shit for weeks.”
“Oh, really? You sound a bit too much like that movie, hmm … what is it,” I say, stroking my chin with my finger. “Oh yeah, that’s right. She’s All That. You don’t even know how ridiculous you sound
right now. Honey, this isn’t the nineties, come join the twenty-first century with the rest of us. You honestly expect me to believe that my boyfriend—the one you’ve been trying to fuck—has a bet going about getting me in the sack? What are you going to say next? That he can make me prom queen? Grow. The. Fuck. Up.” I chuckled, flipping my hair and hitting her in the face as I walked off.
I knew the second she stopped me that she was going to spout nothing but a bunch of shit—but to recite a damn movie? What was she, desperate? Well, it was Cherish we were talking about. She has been after Brad since the first day he came to Cedar Grove. It wouldn’t surprise me any if she threw herself at Brad in more … tasteful ways, you could say. She hasn’t been known as the sharpest tool in the shed.
When the last bell sounded, I was so excited. I gathered up my purse, which was the only thing I needed now. I ran out the door and spotted Brad at the end of the hall. I smiled as he made his way toward me with a determined expression on his face. By the time he was ten feet away, I couldn’t take it anymore, I ran at him, jumping into his arms with a cackle of laughter. His strong arms wrapped underneath me, holding my ass.
A deep, rich chuckle came from him. I pulled back long enough to see the joy in his expression before I sealed my lips over his. I didn’t give a shit about PDA or whatever the hell the teacher was spouting off. Neither did Brad. He kept walking with me in his arms. All the kids around him were chuckling at our escapade. He didn’t put me down until we got to the side of his car. I loved seeing him so happy, and it made me feel good that I was the reason he was.
“You ready to blow this joint?” he asked, opening my door.
I leaned toward him, resting my hands on the door. “I’m ready to blow a whole lot more,” I sizzled out.
His eyes dilated as a huge grin plastered on his face. “What the lady wants, the lady gets. No need to keep her waiting.” He ushered me into the vehicle, shutting the door behind me.
He jogged to the other side and pulled his door so hard I thought it was going to come off the hinges. I snickered at his haste. Brad was more than ready to get this night started, and so was I. Without wasting time, he started the car and screeched out of the parking lot. Just a little way down the road, I opened his sun roof and stood on the console. Sticking half of my body through it, I yelled and held my arms out. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so fucking free. Brad—it was all because of him.
I could hear him laughing at my antics, which only made me laugh more. Anyone that saw us would just see two people madly in love with each other. I felt his hand inch up my thigh, which caused a new fit of giggles to escape me. I fell back down into my seat, a big smile on my face. I grabbed hold of his hand, lacing our fingers together. He smiled, bringing our hands up to his lips to lick my knuckles, then kiss the back of my hand.
This man could bring the pope to drink. I, on the other hand, was quickly becoming a squirming mess. He knew what the sight of his tongue did to me. It ramped me up in the most amazing way. When he slowed to a stop in front of my house, I kissed him fully on the mouth before getting out. He rolled down his window and watched me walk up to my house and yelled that he would be here in four hours to pick me up. I nodded my head and blew him a kiss before walking into the house.
Shutting the door behind me, a blush crept to my cheeks thinking about what was going to happen tonight. It was time to get the preparations underway. I ran to my room, squealing the whole way. My mother thought something was wrong with me, so she came to check on me. Seeing my face lit up with laughter, she just chuckled and left me to it.
CHAPTER SIX
As I made the finishing touches to my face and hair, I heard the doorbell ring signaling Brad’s arrival. I squealed, running over to the window to see his father’s Corvette in the driveway. Damn, we were going to be driving in style tonight. Perfect. I ran back over to the vanity and applied a second coat of lip gloss. The first had been worn off from me biting my lips as the nerves began to set in. Tonight was it. Tomorrow I would wake up a whole new woman; damn, I was so fucking excited.
I heard my mother walking up the hall just before she opened my door. The moment she saw me, her eyes began to tear up and she squealed her excitement. I turned in a full circle for her. Since it was only me and her living there, she was my one and only best friend. There was nothing I didn’t share with her. Well, except for tonight being my first time. She was a laid-back mother, but I wasn’t sure she would approve of it. So I opted to keep my mouth shut.
“Oh, sweetheart. You take my breath away.” She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
“Thanks, Mom. I’m pretty excited,” I stated in a singsong voice, doing another full circle.
“As you should be, honey.” She came toward me, giving me a big hug. “Brad looks so good tonight, too. I’m glad you all decided to match colors.”
When I went to pick out my dress a few months ago, Brad and I decided to go with red as our color. It was an easy enough color. My mom and I needed all of five minutes at the local boutique to find the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was an empire waist, the corseted top jeweled with the most beautiful gems I had ever seen. It flared at the waist, giving me a princess look. It dragged on the floor, even with my silver four-inch heeled sandals.
My mom helped me fix my hair and makeup, giving me a light smoky eye. She curled my long blonde hair at the crown of my head, placing a tiny tiara at the front with the curls falling in layers behind it. I finished the look with a diamond tiered necklace and teardrop earrings. The moment I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe how good I looked.
“Well, let’s not keep the young man waiting,” my mother chuckled, ushering me out of my room.
She went down before me, insisting that she present me to him. Like a court would present some princess. I could hear Brad’s feet shuffling against the floor, and I smiled. I knew what he was thinking. How fast can I get her out of the monstrosity she’s wearing? Well, I had a bit of a surprise for him when he got that feat accomplished.
After hearing my mother present me, I started descending the stairs. Each step brought me closer to the man that I loved. The first thing I noticed were his red as hell converse shoes. I chuckled. He never did anything half-assed; that’s what I loved about him. The next thing I noticed was his black pinstriped pants and his black pinstriped overcoat. God, he looked good enough to eat, and I hadn’t seen all of him yet.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I took in his once just-fucked hair was not gelled to perfection. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through it and mess it all up. His red vest was the next thing I saw, showing from underneath his jacket and his black shirt and red tie. He looked fucking edible. My gaze finally landed on his face, where I saw the biggest shit-eating grin known to man.
“You look beautiful, love,” he breathed.
I blushed, and looked away shyly. “You’re not half bad yourself, handsome.”
My mother cackled with laughter and clasped her hands together. “We really must get a picture. This is too epic to miss.”
I shook my head briefly, smiling the entire time. He took the corsage out of the plastic box he’d been holding and placed it on my wrist. I began freaking out. His flower, fuck. Just as I was starting to visibly panic, my mother handed me his flower to pin to his suit. I sighed in relief as I took it from her, pinning it right over the jacket pocket. After getting it placed how I wanted, I smoothed his jacket out. His heartbeat was already starting to race from the small contact.
I looked up at Brad, and not being able to help myself, I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled him down to meet my lips in a sweet, quick kiss. I heard my mother clear her throat and I rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle. Turning to face my mom, I placed my hand on his chest as he brought his hand around and clung to my hip. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me. Damn, he always set me on fire with the simplest of touches.
We both smiled as my mom rai
sed the camera in front of her. “One… Two… Three.” The sound of a click came, and she looked into the screen and started crying a little more.
I sighed. “Mom, I will be home soon, okay? Just don’t freak out.”
She waved me off. “Just go have fun, sweetie. Take care of my little girl, Brad Titan.”
He leveled me with warm eyes and a slight smirk. “Don’t worry, I plan to, Mrs. James.”
With that we were off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After getting to the prom and having our picture taken, we found the party had been canceled. That put a damper on both our moods for all of ten minutes. He called his father to see if he was going to be home. He and Mrs. Titan were going to a gala more than four hours away, so they wouldn’t be getting home until early morning. When he told me that, it thrilled the shit out of me.
I wanted to stay and see if he got elected King, but from the look in his eyes, our time at the prom was over. It was time to leave before he lost all the control he was holding onto. I let him lead me out of the prom by the waist. We were like two fat kids going into a candy shop for the first time and finding a whole wall of fruit roll-ups. It was bad. I giggled when he began unlacing my corseted top in the car on the way home. But not wanting to ruin the surprise, I had to fight him off, giggling the whole time.
By the time we made it to his house and pulled into the garage, he was completely shirtless, and barely keeping his pants on. It would have been a hilarious sight if one of the neighbors had seen him. I could only imagine what rumors would circulate if that happened. After closing the garage door, I took off my shoes, opened the passenger door, and held my dress and started running. He almost caught me, and he would have if he didn’t have to shut off the alarm that sounded when I opened the door.
When he caught up with me, his shoes and socks were nowhere to be found. I could only guess what the hell he had done with them. From the look in his eyes, it was the last thing on his mind. Pulling the tiara from my hair, I pulled the pin holding my hair at the top of my head. My hair cascaded over my shoulders, I licked my lips and turned around. I reached around behind me and pulled my hair over one shoulder as he dimmed the lights to give the room a romantic glow.
