by Tessa Teevan
When he was satisfied I was finished, he pressed one last kiss to my clit before sitting up and grinning down at me. I wished that the moon was full so I could take in the entire sight of him. Instead, I could only see his shadow, and it added to the eroticism of the moment. Like we’d stolen this clandestine moment to be together, dark and in the shadows, away from the rest of the world.
I stretched out like a kitten basking in the warmth of the sun. But it was Jeremy I was basking in. I was exquisitely satisfied, and even though I wanted to snuggle up with him and drift off into a blissful sleep, I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was time for payback.
Not wanting to let a moment go to waste, I rose from the blanket and gripped Jeremy through his shorts. “Can I get a taste, too?” I asked.
Without a second thought, he pushed his shorts down, leaving him in his boxers. He lay back on the blanket, and I stared down at him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.
“Jesus, woman. Are you gonna make me do all the work?” he huffed, but he chuckled and made quick work of removing the last piece of clothing that’d been covering his gorgeous body.
That was one thing I loved about Jeremy. He was a very give-and-take kind of guy. He didn’t give me false platitudes about my not having to reciprocate. He was an eighteen-year-old athlete with needs. Sure, we both knew he was capable of using his own hands, but if I would do it for him, he’d never turn that down.
And, likewise, I’d never turn his tongue or magic fingers down, either.
As I crawled across the blanket towards him, a strand of loose hair brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch. I wanted so badly to kiss him, but I’d never done that after he’d gone down on me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. So, instead, I started at his jawline, peppering kisses along the way until I came to his nipple, which was already hard. Whether it was from the cool spring breeze or from me, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I moved down his body, spreading quick kisses along his chest and torso. His abs tensed when I came wickedly close to the base of him, but I stopped and allowed my fingers to trail over his obliques.
“Sierra,” he murmured, lifting his hips. He was as eager for this as I was, and I was ready to put him out of his misery.
Repositioning myself, I straddled his legs and trailed a lone finger up and down his swollen length. He groaned again when I created a fist around him, making it just tight enough to bring him pleasure. I worked him from root to tip, leisurely at first. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the blanket, reveling in the way I was stroking him.
A breath caught in my throat when a small amount of pre-cum leaked from the tip, as if his body were beckoning my lips to taste him. It was all the coaxing I needed. I bent down and circled his tip with my tongue. The salty substance on my taste buds turned me on. I wanted more.
And I was going to take it.
I closed my lips tight around him, sucking on the silky-smooth head before taking all of him in. As I bobbed up and down, Jeremy’s hips rocked in time with my movements. When I went down, he thrusted up. When I pulled away and sucked harder, he withdrew from my mouth. We were working in a deliciously erotic rhythm. To add more friction, I wrapped my hand around him, matching the pace of his thrusts. When my tongue swirled around the head one more time, his hips bucked frantically, and I knew he was close.
His hand came to the top of my head, where he pushed down, not choking me but sending him even deeper into my mouth than before. The vein that stretched along his shaft pulsed, causing me to jack him off faster, suck harder, and hold on for dear life. He bucked beneath me, groaning masculine satisfaction as he pulsated in my mouth, preparing me for his sweet release. I was usually a spitter, and Jeremy tried to pull away, but that time, for whatever reason, I didn’t want him to. I wanted to take all of him, and I did, swallowing and savoring every single salty ounce of it.
I would never spit again.
As soon as I’d drained him, I relaxed and slowly pulled away, but not before giving the tip one last little lick. God, he tasted so good.
When I glanced up, it appeared as if he’d passed out. I knew better, so I rolled to the side and waited for him to come back down from his high. It wasn’t long before one eye popped open. Then the other. He held his arm out, and I moved up to snuggle into the crook of it.
Once I was settled, I peered up at him and was greeted with an adorable, lazy smile and equally adorable, brown eyes.
“God, I love your mouth,” he said, his eyes moving to my lips.
“Because I’m so witty and tell the funniest jokes?” I asked, teasing.
“All that…and you suck a mean cock. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “A while?”
“How ’bout forever?”
“That sounds much better,” I answered. Then I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.
And when he woke up me up a short time later, he wasted no time in tasting me all over again.
“Sierra,” he groaned as he settled in between my legs. He’d put his boxers on, but I could still feel his hard length pressing against me.
I rocked against him, wild and frenzied from the friction we were creating. It would’ve been so easy for him to slip inside me, and as he kissed me, I wondered if that’s what he was thinking, too.
I was panting. I was wanton. I was so incredibly aroused that I thought I’d explode if Jeremy wasn’t inside me. And, as soon as the through crossed my mind, I was terrified, too.
That alone told me that I wasn’t quite ready. I mean, a girl shouldn’t be scared the first time she has sex, right? So, instead of soldiering on, I had to put a stop to this.
“Jeremy,” I whispered.
He was so into what he was doing that he didn’t even hear me. It wasn’t like he was taking his boxers off and going for the plunge, but by the way we were currently dry-humping, it wouldn’t have surprised me if one slip would’ve completely changed the act. I frantically tapped his shoulder then pinched his skin.
“Jeremy.”
His head shot up, a lazy grin covering his gorgeous face. When his eyes met mine, however, his smile faded.
“I don’t… I think…” I sputtered, unsure of what to say.
His expression softened and he rolled off me, sitting up and bringing me with him.
“I wasn’t going to do anything, baby,” he whispered, his eyes full of worry. “I swear.”
“No, I know,” I rushed out. “It’s just… We were getting really into things and…”
“You’re not ready.” It was a statement, not a question.
Even still, I nodded.
His fingers rubbed my arms as if he were trying to keep me warm. “That’s fine, Sierra. I wasn’t expecting anything. Even though it seemed like I was getting carried away, I’d never lose control like that. Ever. We have all the time in the world to be with each other in that way. I will never pressure you. You know that, right?”
Again, I nodded. “I know, which makes me love you even more. I wish I were ready, Jeremy, but I’m scared.”
“You know what? So am I. It’s a big step, and even though a lot of guys act like it’s nothing, going there with you terrifies me as much as it excites me. I respect you. I respect the hell out of your parents. We can wait. I’d wait forever for you if I had to.”
I sighed, partially hating myself for making him wait. “I know you say that, but it scares me. What if I make you wait too long? I hear the way the other guys talk at school. What if you get tired of waiting for me?”
It was silly. Jeremy wasn’t that type of guy, but I would’ve been lying if I’d said that fear hadn’t been creeping in.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Baby, despite what most women think about the male population, we don’t need to have sex to be fulfilled. Sure, it’s a natural desire, but I’m only ready when you are. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to. Ever.”
I swallowed hard and wished that my body, my mind, and my heart would all align so I could go through with this.
“Okay. I love you, Jeremy. And I appreciate you being so patient with me,” I told him.
“It’s not being patient, babe. It’s not like I’m sitting around, waiting for it to happen. When it happens, it happens. Until then, I’ll keep kissing those pretty lips of yours to my heart’s content.”
“That sounds perfect,” I whispered, my heart filling with all the love in the world.
His hand cupped my cheek as his thumb stroked my skin. “So, what do you say we sneak into your window and finally watch the Dawson’s Creek finale?”
“Why would we sneak in the window? No one’s there but Lexi.”
He grinned down at me. “Because I want to spend all night sleeping next to you, in your bed, and I don’t want your sister to know I’m there.”
I smiled and shifted until I was sitting up, face-to-face with him. Taking his hand, I entwined our fingers and brought them to my chest. “You know, all this time, I thought it was Tod and Copper, Joey and Dawson, Jeremy and Sierra. But I just realized, right here, that I’ve been wrong all along, and I’m switching teams.”
Jeremy frowned as his brow creased. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“I think it’s time I start rooting for Pacey.”
“Pacey?”
I nodded, gazing up into his eyes. “Dawson loved the girl he wanted Joey to be. Pacey loved the woman she was. He never tried to change her or mold her into who he wanted. Dawson did. And, in the end, I don’t know if it was the real Joey Dawson ever wanted. But Pacey did. I see that now.”
Putting so much thought into a fictional television that had more drama than my own high school was silly, but I couldn’t help it. It was the truth.
“So, who does that make me? Pacey?”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, giving him a soft kiss. “No, Jeremy. You’re who you’ve always been and always will be.”
“And who is that?”
“Mine.”
With a low growl, he rose from the blanket and pulled me to my feet. His hand cupped my cheek as he gazed down into my eyes. “I always will be.”
He swept me off my feet and carried me all the way to my house, where we did, indeed, climb through my window. I thought I heard faint sobs coming from Lexi’s room, and though I wanted to go to her, I knew my sister and figured she’d want to be alone.
Instead, I cuddled up in my boyfriend’s arms and watched the season-five finale of Dawson’s Creek, curious as hell as to what would happen.
And you know what? I barely even noticed what happened. I was too focused on Jeremy’s hands running through my hair to care, because whatever happened on screen would never match up to the love I had in my life.
AS I STOOD IN front of Jenna’s full-length mirror, I could hardly believe that this day was here. I was dressed, much to Mom’s chagrin, in my favorite blue-and-khaki board shorts and a T-shirt that said “Pussy Magnet” and was covered with pictures of felines of various size. Yes, you guessed it: Chris got in one last dare before we were high school graduates. When I had walked downstairs that morning, Mom had shaken her head, Jenna had rolled her eyes, and Dad had wondered if the dares were going to stop after high school. The truth was they were. Chris was moving to Orlando with Jenna to go to the University of Central Florida, and I’d be going to school with Sierra.
She thought I was going to Alabama. I’d gotten a small scholarship there for football, but the closer it had come to graduating and leaving, I’d realized that football wasn’t my dream. She was. And the thought of leaving her, even if we’d only be a few hours apart, tore me apart inside. Not for the next four years. Hell, I wouldn’t want to do that for the next four weeks. I just had to tell her.
But first things first. Graduation.
High school had been good and fun, but I was ready to move on to the next chapter of my life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to major in. I figured I’d determine that when I got to school. All I knew was that I had to start planning for my future, one in which I could take care of Sierra and the family we’d hopefully be blessed with.
It might have seemed too early to be thinking that way, and if it hadn’t been for my dad, I probably wouldn’t have been. But, just a few nights before, he’d sat me down to talk about the future. That was a fun memory.
I’d been lying in my bed, throwing my football up into the air, waiting for Sierra to return from getting a manicure with Jenna. Something about a special occasion, whatever. Dad had walked into the room and closed the door behind. When he’d sat in the chair, I’d immediately known something was up.
“So, Jeremy,” he began. He cleared his throat and then took a sip of whatever was in his glass. Judging by the color, it was probably scotch, so I knew what this conversation was going to be like.
“What’s up, Dad?” I asked, sitting up and giving him my undivided attention.
“I know about your talk with Nick before Prom.”
Well, at least he was laying it all out on the line instead of stammering around the issue this time.
“And?” I asked.
“I just wanted you to know that I’m proud of you. For making good choices and respecting Sierra as a woman,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Thanks?” I replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to have sex with Sierra. I had. God, I did. But he was right. I respected her. I’d wait as long as I had to until she was ready.
If only he knew about Jenna. Yikes. I was keeping my mouth shut on that one.
My sister, God love her, was definitely not as virtuous as the male Banks twin. Not that I thought any less of her. She was, as far as I knew, always careful, and Chris loved her. What more could a brother ask for?
“I know how easy it is to give in to peer pressure, and it shows tremendous strength that you’ve been able to wait this long. That is, unless things have changed?” His eyes were questioning as he watched me.
Was he seriously asking me that?
“Umm, do you actually want to know the answer to that?”
His eyes widened, and he downed the rest of his drink. “How about we just move on?”
I laughed. “It’s fine, Dad. Things haven’t changed. We’re waiting until we’re both ready.”
What I didn’t tell him was that Sierra had been dropping hints that, after graduation, she might be ready. He didn’t need to know that, and I didn’t want to get too excited. Don’t get me wrong. I was more than satisfied with the way our physical relationship was, but I was just as eager to finally make Sierra mine in every sense of the word.
“Okay, good. Not that it’d be bad if you had…” he trailed off then ran a hand through his hair. “Forget I said anything. Look, I wanted to talk to you about the future. College is going to be an entirely different world out there. I know you aren’t sure what you want to do with your future—”
“Sierra’s my future,” I informed him.
He snapped his fingers. “Precisely. You want to have a future with Sierra. Eventually get married, start a family, all that?”
I nodded. “Eventually,” I said, emphasizing the word. Just because I was confident that Sierra would one day be my wife didn’t mean I was ready to put a ring on it right after high school.
“College is preparation for that life, son. How you choose to spend your time will determine how you’ll be able to take care of your family in the future. Sure, it’s fun to go to parties, spend more time drinking instead of studying. It’s easy to get sucked into the party side of college, but at the end of the day, you need to remember why you’re there. To start your future, and to make yourself into a man Sierra would be proud of.”
I frowned. What he was saying was true, and I knew that college was just a stepping stone. A bridge between high school and going out into the real world. And on the other side of that bridge would be Sierra and our future.
“But I have no idea what I want to do,” I said, my eyes racing to his. I swallowed hard. “And you should know I’m not going to Alabama. I already applied to UWF and I’m starting there in the fall.”
He smiled then slapped me on the shoulder. “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out. If that’s what you want to do, your mother and I support you. You know that.” Then he paused. “As for what you want to do, I’m not trying to scare you with talk about the future. Just giving you some food for thought. It’s okay that you haven’t determined a major. A lot of college kids are like that. Take some classes. Figure out where your interests lie. In the meantime, you need to study hard and get good grades so that you can get into whatever program you decide.”
“When did you decide you wanted to be an accountant?” I asked, hoping to get some insight and relieved he was pissed about Alabama. One down, one to go. I wasn’t sure how Sierra was going to react, but I hoped she’d be happy.
“Honestly?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I was just like you, Jeremy. When I started my first semester in college, I had no clue what I wanted to do. It wasn’t until I took an accounting class that I realized I was actually really good at it. So then I took another course and excelled even more. It just kind of stuck.”
“So, you think that will happen for me?”
“I know it’ll happen for you. You just have to work hard for what you want. Remember that, okay?”
“I will. Thanks, Dad.”
“Anytime. I meant it when I said I was proud of you.”
After our talk, I was more confident than ever with my decision. I just hoped Sierra felt the same.
Many people in school had their misconceptions about my relationship with Jeremy. After all, we both had been threatened with detention multiple times if we didn’t stop making out in between periods. And he might have been late a time or two to practice because he’d had me shoved up against the wall outside the field house with his tongue expertly massaging my own.
