by Amy Brown
I’m about to find out.
He bends my legs and gently pushes them wide, until I’m exposed to him. My cheeks heat as he stares at my most intimate parts with a hungry gleam in his eyes. “You taste like honey,” he says softly, sliding his thumb against my clit. “Fucking nectar of the gods.”
I gasp at his touch because I’m so overly sensitive after coming. He just smiles wider, and does it again. I arch my back and hold out one shaky hand. “No. Please. It’s too much.”
He chuckles and kneels between my knees. He rubs the tip of his sheathed cock between my folds, and I hiss with pleasure. “So pink and tiny.” He licks his lips. “I feel honored that I get to be your first, Adalee.”
It’s funny that I trust him so much now. He protected me when Sabrina was going to attack me in the bathroom. Sabrina. Ugg, I don’t want to think about her right now. If I do, then I think about him fucking her, and I don’t want that. I just want to focus on the feel of his big, rough hands as they smooth down my inner thighs.
He inches closer, and the head of his dick presses my opening. Oh, God. This is it. It’s happening. Palmer Jackson is going to fuck me. He holds himself above me, and the hunger in his eyes almost scares me. He looks like a wolf about to devour his prey. I run my hands over his bulging biceps, lust eating at me. I want this to be the best fuck of his life. I want him to forget about any other girl when he’s inside me.
I touch my breasts, fingering my nipples to distract myself in case it hurts when he pushes inside. His gaze intensifies as I do that, and he licks his lips.
“Yeah, play with yourself,” he hisses. “Pinch your nipples.”
Embarrassed, I shake my head. “No. I feel shy.”
“Adalee,” he growls. “I’m not judging you. Be as slutty as you want. I like it.”
My face feels like it’s on fire, but I can see he means it. He wants me to act for him. I suck in a breath and bite my lip, then, gathering courage, I pinch my nipples and moan. It feels good to do this with him looking at me like he could eat me up.
“You want my cock?” he asks huskily.
I nod slowly, and my pussy warms with anticipation. I can see he’s barely hanging on to his control. Jesus, he wants me bad. The idea that I have this sexual power over him is mesmerizing. I smile suddenly, and run my tongue along my bottom lip. “I think about you in the shower sometimes.”
His eyes heat. “Yeah?” He pushes his dick against my pussy.
I can barely catch my breath. “Yeah, Palmer. I touch myself and I come thinking about you.” I’m not lying. I’ve done that at least ten times since meeting him. “Sometimes I put my fingers inside myself and pretend it’s you.”
He groans and pushes inside me, and I cry out against the searing pain. My pussy is stretched tight around his thickness, and I can’t breathe for a second as he slides deeper. I arch my back, clenching down on him instinctively, and he groans again.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His teeth are gritted and his eyes glassy with lust. All at once, he focuses on me, as if suddenly remembering it’s my first time. “Relax baby,” he says softly. “It will feel good if you relax those muscles. I won’t move, okay? Just let me in.”
I nod, my eyes tearing from the pain. It’s not horrible, but it’s uncomfortable for sure. I let out a shaky breath, and I try to unclench my muscles. It takes a second, but he’s patient like he promised. He doesn’t move at all until I begin to loosen around him.
“That’s better, right?” He gives me a sweet smile. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say. My body is becoming used to his width and the pain is fading. I don’t want him to regret fucking me, so I take a chance and roll my hips a tiny bit. He hisses and closes his eyes, and I’m fascinated watching him. He loves how tight I am. It must feel really good to him because his face twitches when I roll my hips again. Even I have to admit, the friction of his dick rubbing inside me is beginning to feel amazing. The pain is being replaced by the most delicious sensation. “Oh,” I whimper. “That… that feels nice.”
He opens his eyes, and he flexes his hips experimentally. When I gasp with pleasure he nods. “That’s right. Feel my cock inside you? I’m fucking you Adalee. I’m fucking your pussy.”
“Fuck me harder,” I moan.
He thrusts gently and my nipples prick as his chest rubs them. Every inch of me is on fire. He’s so big I almost can’t stand it, and yet I crave it. When he pulls his dick almost out of me, and plunges back in, I widen my eyes and cry out.
“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.” The pain is just a memory now, replaced by a hunger I’ve never known. The need to be taken deep is all I know. I feel like crying it feels so good. I want to thank him for giving me so much pleasure. I dig my nails into his back, and wrap my legs around him. There’s a fire inside me that only he can quench.
He presses his face into my neck, grinding his hips against me harder now. “Oh, God,” he rasps. “I knew you’d be perfect. So fucking tight and warm.”
He’s so deep inside me now I’m surprised his cock isn’t rubbing the back of my throat. Now I understand why people have sex so much. This euphoric feeling isn’t something you can get any other way. The feeling of him inside me is awe-inspiring. We’re one twisting, thrusting, writhing ball of energy, straining against each other seeking and giving pleasure.
I’m on the edge again, about to climax. But it’s different this time with his cock inside me. The push and pull of his dick whips me into a frenzy of lust. I’m almost afraid I’ll explode like a super nova and disappear forever if I let go. I’m a spring about to pop. A grenade without a pin. My muscles clench as my orgasm builds momentum.
“Adalee,” he groans, and he stiffens.
Inside me his cock jerks hard and I feel him swell as he begins to thrust harder and harder. I hold on to him moaning loudly as my orgasm detonates. Gnashing my teeth, my body spasms and quakes, giving me the most intense climax of my life. My pussy pulses around his cock, and we hold each other groaning in unison.
We shudder and shiver in silence for a few minutes, until he lifts his head. Scanning my face, he looks momentarily worried. When I smile, relief washes over his tense features. He lowers his head and kisses me softly. He gently pulls out of me, and tugs off the condom, tossing in in the little trash receptacle near the bed.
My entire body is warm and my muscles loose. I can barely believe what just happened, especially because it happened with Palmer. I just let my arch enemy take my virginity. I have a split second of panic at the idea this had all been planned. But then Palmer lies down next to me and he pulls me into his arms.
His body is hard against mine, and his heart is still pounding. He’s not acting like someone who was just using me or tricking me. He’s holding me as if I’m precious. He kisses my hair, and his breath tickles my scalp.
“You may suck at math, but you fuck like a wildcat,” he says softly.
My face warms. “Shut up.”
He chuckles and runs his hand down my back. “You were perfect.”
I’m kind of embarrassed about my wanton behavior and glad his dad isn’t home. I was so loud anybody in the house would have heard me. But I’d been unable to shut up. I’d never experienced that level of pleasure before.
“I should probably go.” I sit up.
“No. Stay a while.”
“Really?”
He smiles. “Yes. Come here.” He tugs me down, wrapping his arms around me.
I’m excited he doesn’t want to kick me out of his bed immediately. His reputation never would have led me to believe he likes to cuddle with his lovers.
“I guess I can stay a while longer,” I murmur, sweeping my palm over his smooth, muscled chest. His body is gorgeous. Not an ounce of fat anywhere.
He kisses my hair. “Any regrets?”
I shake my head. “No. It was perfect. I’ve heard horror stories of virgins first times, but that felt amazing.”
He laughs. “I’ve had practice.”
I know he has, but I still don’t like the thought of him with other girls. However, I don’t want him knowing that. “I guess I’m just one of the many virgins you’ve deflowered.”
He doesn’t speak right away, but when he does he sound serious. “Taking a girl’s virginity isn’t something I do lightly.”
“I thought maybe it was a service you performed for Harbor Academy.”
He sighs. “I’m gonna let that go. You probably feel weird because it’s your first time.”
“I guess I do.” I don’t regret sleeping with Palmer. I think what I feel is old-fashioned jealousy. I want to feel special to him, not just like a notch on his belt. But I don’t know that I want to express those feelings to him. We’ve just gotten back on solid footing. I don’t know what we are now, friends with benefits? Or was this a one-time deal?
“You don’t have to feel weird. Everyone has a first time.”
He’s right, of course. “What was your first time like?”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, then he says, “It wasn’t very good. I was drunk. She was drunk.”
“It wasn’t Sabrina, right?”
“God no.” He shivers. “I’d hate to give that crazy chick a special place in my memories. No, my first time was with a college girl named Patrice. I was in LA checking out colleges, went to a sorority party at UCLA, and she hit on me. One thing led to another…”
“Do you keep in touch?”
“No.”
“I just wondered because you said she held a special place in your memories.”
“I just mean you never forget your first time.” He shrugged. “Even if it sucked.”
I smile. “My first time was great.” I kiss his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent. “So I guess you’ll always have a special place in my memories.”
He doesn’t speak, and I wonder if maybe I’ve put my foot in it. I didn’t mean I was in love with him or anything, and I hope he doesn’t misunderstand my comment. But I’m comforted by his eventual response.
“I hope I do mean something to you, Adalee. You mean something to me.” His voice is husky.
I’m definitely surprised he’d say anything so sentimental to me. Surprised but pleased. “I could have murdered you when that video came out.” I give a gruff laugh. “But, I guess I understand because you thought I had called Mr. Glenn and said those horrible things.”
His arms tighten around me, and he groans. “God, Adalee. I’m so sorry. I feel horrible for scaring you like that.”
“I was scared. I thought I was gonna die.” I sit up on my elbow, trying to see his features in the dim light. “But you let me go. You didn’t actually do anything to me.” I smile gently. “Plus, you just apologized, and that makes all the difference to me.”
He slides his hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me down for a kiss. His lips are warm and searching, and I’m still in shock that this gentle man is Palmer Jackson. When the kiss ends, we lay in silence. It’s a comfortable silence though; intimate. Trusting.
“We had a rough start you and me,” he says quietly. “I hope this isn’t the only time we’ll be together.”
I smile up at him, happy he wants more of me. I certainly want more of him. “What could be more wonderful than fantastic sex with my favorite math tutor?”
He frowns. “You’re only math tutor.”
“Well, you have practice, so I might need to stray occasionally if I’m going to pass math.”
“No. Now that we’re on a more personal level, I can fit you in any time.” He rolls over on top of me, and I yelp. He nudges my thighs open, and I can feel he’s hard again.
Excitement spikes through me, and I wind my arms around his waist. “Is that right? You’ll extend your hours for me?”
“That’s not the only thing I’ll extend for you, baby.” He grins.
I groan. “#dirtyinnuendo.”
He laughs and flexes his hips. “The best kind.”
Lust curls in my abdomen, and my pussy throbs. I want him again already. My nipples prick with arousal and I rub against him, letting out a needy moan. His smile fades and hunger gleams in his eyes.
“I wish I could come inside you,” he whispers. “No rubber, just my bare dick inside your perfect little hole.”
Excitement slams into me at the idea of that, even as I know neither one of us is dumb enough to fuck without protection. Teenage pregnancy isn’t sexy. But the fantasy of him barebacking me is a huge turn on. I open my thighs wider, and he nibbles a trail down my neck to my breasts. He stops there, and sucks one tender nipple into his mouth, biting gently. I cry out and dig my nails into his back, and he laughs and goes after my other nipple. By the time he’s done nipping and tugging my tits, I’m wet and ready for him again.
I tug at his hips, wanting him to fuck me. Even though he slips on a rubber, he doesn’t enter me right away. Instead, he puts his mouth up to my clit and sucks tenderly. I arch my back, losing my mind from pleasure as he licks and mouths my delicate flesh. He pushes his tongue into me, and I cry out, clamping my knees on his head, and riding his face.
I feel like a total slut as I moan and rut on his tongue. My body is hot and trembling as he coaxes me toward another orgasm. Every inch of me vibrates as he moves up my body, and pushes his sheathed dick inside me. This time he slides in easier, and there isn’t any pain. I’m a little sore from earlier, but that fades almost immediately and pleasure swamps me.
He holds my hips and pumps into me, looking into my eyes as he fucks me deep. I’m almost crying it feels so fucking good. My nipples are so hard it’s almost painful, and I scratch my fingers down his back. I’m on the edge; hanging on by a delicious thread. His thrusts get faster and harder, and I widen my eyes as lust grabs me with both hands.
“Oh, God, Palmer,” I whimper, as something inside me begins to shatter. I arch my back, and cry out, convulsing as my climax explodes. Ecstasy pulses through me, and his dick jerks inside me, swelling and throbbing as he too cries out.
He keeps pumping into me as we both moan and kiss, sharing hot breaths. Our orgasms leave us weak and trembling, and all we can do is hold on to each other, breathing hard. I can’t move. Every muscle in my body is useless. He’s still inside me, and I don’t ever want him to pull out. I feel content and satiated. I love the weight of him on me, pressing me into the mattress. If I died right now, that would be okay.
He lifts his head, and his eyes are dark and almost worried. He cups my face, and he kisses me gently. “Adalee,” he whispers. “What am I going to do with all these feelings I have for you?”
My heart aches because he sounds terrified. But he doesn’t need to fear his emotions. I know exactly how he feels because I feel the same way. From the moment we met we’ve had a powerful, and odd connection. We’ve been drawn to each other from the beginning, even though we fought it, here we are; locked in each other’s arms not wanting to let go.
I smile up at him, my eyes stinging as feelings flood me. “What am I going to do with all these feelings I have for you?”
He sighs and gently pulls out of me, then he holds me tenderly. “It finally feels like Christmas.”
I laugh because I feel so damn happy. “I know what you mean.”
I’ve had a lot of trouble getting into the holiday spirit this year for obvious reasons. But lying in Palmer’s arms, I feel anticipation once again. When he touches me, I’m filled with the same frantic energy I get unwrapping gifts on Christmas morning. His scent is as delicious and comforting as nutmeg and cloves wafting from fresh baked Christmas cookies. His smile is bright and bolstering, like the lights on a Christmas tree.
Palmer Jackson is like the most beautifully wrapped gift under the tree on Christmas morning; you have no idea what awaits you inside that package, yet you can’t wait to open it.
Chapter Eighteen
Palmer
I drove Adalee home last night so that her uncle didn’t have to make a trip. Plus, I wanted to spend every last
minute I could with her. Part of me is afraid that when the sun comes up, she’ll regret what happened between us. I really hope not. I haven’t been happy in so long, but Adalee in my arms made me content.
Today’s Sunday. I almost wish it was a school day so that I could see Adalee. I could call her, and offer to tutor her some more, but I’m supposed to go to practice. I shower, eat a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, and head to practice.
Coach Peterson gives me a stern look when I walk on the field. I know he’s not happy that I missed some practices lately. My dad left some bruises on my ribs last week, and I didn’t want to get undressed in front of the other guys. But the bruises have faded now, so I don’t think anybody will even notice them.
“So good of you to join us, Jackson.” Coaches’ voice is sardonic.
I don’t react. “Morning coach.” I pull on my glove and trot out to join the guys who are practicing pitching.
I don’t mind running drills, I like being out in the fresh air and sunshine. But the actual games stress me out. I’m not a hugely competitive guy. That would shock a lot of people, but I don’t feel the need to beat everybody at everything. My dad’s the opposite and he can’t understand why I’m not like him. My mom was more like me, artistic. Of course, I have to hide that part of myself from my dad because he’d mock me. It would just be one more thing for him to be disappointed about.
I’m sweaty and tired by the time were done running around chasing balls. I start to head to the showers, but coach Peterson stops me. My stomach sinks as I walk back toward him.
“You need to talk to me, Coach?” I ask, pulling my hat off and running my fingers through my hair.
His gaze is assessing. “You know, Jackson, there are lots of guys who would love to take your spot.”
“I know.” I’m not sure what he’s getting at.
“I can’t help but feel your heart’s not in this game.” His tone isn’t judgmental, it’s almost fatherly. “You’re a great asset to the team, but I wonder sometimes why you’re playing?”
I avoid his gaze because I feel as if he could see right into my soul. I’m not sure what to say in response to him because I do hate playing baseball. I can’t exactly tell him I only do it for my dad. But obviously he already knows something is up with me. I’ve been playing for two years, and it has worn on me more lately. It’s hard to drum up enthusiasm when my heart isn’t in it.
