by Sara Ney
“Is this okay?” My large hands splay her stomach, and I draw a circle around her belly button as she gazes down at me, eyes glassing over.
“You don’t h-have to… you know…” Her head thumps back down on the pillow, and she covers her face with her hands. “Oh god.”
“Go down on you?” I growl into her belly, fingers toying with the thin waistband of her virginal white cotton panties. “Baby, I want to. So bad.” I take a deep breath. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
I give her stomach another lick, eyes trained on her, waiting.
“I’ve never… Please don’t make me say it.”
“Yes or no, Abby.” Another lick. Another growl.
She bites her lip, and I bite her panties. Moaning, her head flails to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut. They flutter open, and she lifts her head, parts her lips, and breathes, “Y-yes.”
“Thank God,” I snarl, caressing the elastic band of her underwear and burying my nose in the apex of her thighs before running my nose up and down the seam of her crotch.
Through her panties.
Above me, Abby lets out a surprised yelp, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. The sight of her thrashing on the bed is mind-altering, and I suck on her underwear, wetting them with my tongue, just to get another reaction from her.
“Oh! Oh Jesus, Caleb.” I suck her through her panties harder when she gasps my name. “Are you t-trying to k-kill me?” Her words come out in a low, long, and tortured pant, and she grapples for a handful of sheets, knuckles turning pale pink as she grips them like her life depends on it. “I don’t know if I can h-handle this.”
Have I mentioned how much I fucking love her stammering? She only does it when she’s turned on or nervous, and I noticed that’s only with me.
And it’s fucking intoxicating. Addicting.
“Shhhh. Relax,” I cajole, voice raspy and on the verge of cracking. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
As I pull back the waistband of her pristine underwear, I look up at her naked and withering in the center of my big bed, and almost cream my sleep pants from the sight of her pale pink tits jiggling when she squirms her hips impatiently.
Grinding my dick into the mattress for some temporary relief, I pull down the only thing stopping me from making her come down her hips, tossing the discarded panties to the side.
I can’t stop the grin spreading across my lips when I’m finally able to hook my arms around her legs, spreading her wider, and lower my face between her trembling thighs—giving us both what we’ve wanted since setting eyes on each other.
CHAPTER 25
Abby
Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me for—ugh. Oh god. Wait. Not you. Him. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Shit, oh shit, oh god. Father, p-p-pleasssse… forgive me for my sins. This sinning. Th-th-this, oh… the sinning. Yes. Ooohh… that tongue. I’m so sorry, God. I’m s-sor… Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!
“Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!” I slap a hand over my mouth, horrified by the loud moaning and incoherent babbling that slips out. “Caleb, oh god.” I gasp at the top of my voice. “Mmmnnugh. Right there.”
Embarrassed.
But—oh God—does it feel good.
His face is buried deep between my legs, his long, eager tongue doing things to my body that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest fantasies. As my eyes roll back in my head, it occurs to me briefly how my friends can have casual sex—sleep with someone just for an orgasm. I get it now.
Because this. Feels. Incredible.
Addictive.
Intoxicating.
Intoxicating.
Crap. I’m repeating myself.
I try praying again, to beg forgiveness for having premarital sex, but I can’t concentrate with Caleb’s teeth and tongue thrashing down by my core. I clear my throat and give his hair a tug. “Ca… Caleb. Please. Stop.”
He lifts his head, mouth glistening, disoriented eyes on fire. For me. He crawls his way up my body, sliding his rock-hard groin against my legs, resting it between them.
My head tips back and he kisses my neck. I can taste myself on him when he presses a kiss on my lips, murmuring, “Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t want to push you.”
“You.” I can feel my eyes shining as I try to focus on his face, but I haven’t come and I can’t. Won’t. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Please.”
His nostrils flare, and his mouth slams down on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth and running his hands over my ribcage, up to my breasts, squeezing and molding them with his palm.
“I want you so fucking bad, Abby. So fucking bad.”
I do my best to nod. I might have lolled my head to the side. Who the hell knows.
In record time, Caleb slides his pants off and kisses me again. Without breaking contact, his long, powerful arm reaches over, pulls open his nightstand, grapples around and pulls out what I assume is a condom.
Oh jeez. I’ve never actually seen a guy put one on before, and I’m fascinated as he rips open the package, tosses the foil aside, and rolls the condom over the hard length of himself.
My cheeks are red hot, but I can’t not look. I’m mesmerized.
“This is going to hurt.” He pauses, referencing my virginity. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”
“Yes.” I stroke his face. “I trust you. I…”
Adore you. Admire you. Am baffled by you.
His lips find mine, and through an open-mouthed kiss, he says, “Just hold on to me, okay, baby? This is probably going to hurt,” he repeats with more kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
The sheets rustle as he reaches down and inserts his fingers into me before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he pulls his fingers out and lays his face in the nape of my neck. “I’m just going to get the worst part over with, okay? On three?”
I give a shaky nod. “Yes. Just do it. I’ll be fine.” I hope. “Promise.”
Caleb lets out a long, frustrated breath. “I’m scared shitless,” he admits with a nervous laugh.
“Me too.”
His dick twitches at my entrance and I wiggle my hips. He blows out a puff of air. “Alright. This is it, baby. Hold on.”
I hold on. With one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in, and I inhale a loud gulp of air.
Holy. Mother. Of. God… and not in a good way. Honestly, that freaking hurts. And burns. I whimper, and Caleb stills, his lips crooning reassurance into my ear.
It’s not helping.
“I’m sorry, Abby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my hair. “That’s it. The hard part is over. I won’t… I won’t move.” His strained, erotic groan fills my ear. “I swear. Just… tell me when you’re ready.”
Pouting, I give my head a stubborn little shake.
I don’t want him to move. Like, ever.
Crap, whose stupid idea was this? Anyone who says their first time doing it was magical or good is a flipping liar.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably merely a few seconds, I push at his shoulders to give myself some space, and take a deep breath.
“Okay.” Grimacing, I mutter, “Okay. Just. Take it slow.”
Or I will murder you.
He does. He takes it slow, and eventually… eventually the stinging subsides.
Yeah, I said stinging.
Caleb works his hands under my ass, pulling me into him and pushing into me deeper, my hips digging into the mattress as he gently moves in and out, and I’m hating sex a tiny bit less. Notice I only said a tiny bit.
I’m not going to lie and say it’s earth shattering, but at least it doesn’t feel terrible. And it’s done.
I, Abigail Darlington, am no longer a virgin.
Caleb gives one last thrust into me, and his groans fill the room as he comes. Alone.
Well, at least one of us had fun.
He hovers above me, planting kisses on my temple and forehead, bracing himself on his elbows and
“You okay?” I nod and he rolls off me, giving me another quick peck, this time on the lips, and easing out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere—be right back.”
~ Caleb ~
I slide back into bed after washing off and disposing of the condom in my bathroom, reaching over to pull Abby closer, laying a hand on her naked hip before jerking the blankets up and over us.
She shivers and trails her fingers lightly over my chest, seemingly mesmerized by my well-defined muscles. I let her explore, watching her intently, taking in the rich cascade of brown hair, the bright blue eyes now weary with fatigue, the pink lips set in a content line.
So pretty. So sexy.
So… mine.
She raises her eyes, giving me a lazy smile, still tracing my chest with a lazy finger. “What was that?”
Ah shit. “I, uh… said, mine? You. If you want.”
Her eyes get wide then, and she leans in, dragging her mouth down over my bottom lip. “I want.”
“You are ah-fucking-mazing,” I whisper into her lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers back. “You know, since we’re on the subject, I was kind of wondering something.”
“Hmmm?” I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, the crush of her naked breasts on my ribcage and her bare pussy rubbing against my thigh making my dick twitch.
She lays her head in the crook of my neck and my hand idly rubs her bare back. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
I chuckle, chest rumbling. “Are you serious?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, look at me. Fucked-up teeth, freakishly tall, pissed off all the time.”
“But that’s… ridiculous. Why would you say those things about yourself? Those are the things I like about you.”
My chest releases a low grumble in protest.
“Wow. That middle-school Sarah girl really did a number on you.” She laughs at her own joke.
I snort. “Whatever. I broke up with her…”
“Oh, that’s right—at the eighth grade Halloween dance.”
“Hell yeah. Who’s the bad-ass now?”
“Um. I’m going with Sarah Schroeder for barricading you in the middle-school bathroom like a boss.”
“The little she-devil.”
Abby taps her chin in thought. “I wonder what she’s doing now…”
“Probably emasculating her poor bastard of a boyfriend.”
Abby laughs softly, her hand disappearing under the covers and roaming over my tight abs. Pulling her hand back out, she gingerly lifts the bedcovers and peers underneath.
“What are you looking at?”
She gives her head a little shake and bites down on her lower lip. “I just haven’t really ever seen one up-close before.” She laughs, staring down at my hardening dick like it’s a museum exhibit. And not to brag, but it’s pretty damn impressive.
“It’s a little late to be curious, don’t you think?” Ignoring me, she continues ogling my groin. “Better knock it off or you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” I warn.
Abby manages to peel her eyes away and wiggles her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “Or maybe trouble is exactly what I’m looking for.”
“Aren’t you sore?” My hand trails down her stomach and I gently caress her inner thigh.
She looks sheepish. “Well… yeah. A little.”
Damn.
“Well, then I hate to be the one saying this, but… maybe we should just go to sleep.” I look over at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s one.”
“Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like getting out of bed to hunt down my clothes.”
I stare down at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Do I mind if you sleep naked? What the hell kind of a question is that?”
I slap her on the ass then reach over to flip the lamp off.
We settle in like we’ve been doing this for years.
CHAPTER 26
Abby
I don’t know what woke me first: the early morning sun shining through the blinds in Caleb’s bedroom or the hard erection pushing into my bare butt crack.
I stretch through a yawn as a large arm moves from where it had been resting on my naked waist, snakes slowly around my stomach and cups one breast while his thumb strokes the other. Yes. His hand is that big.
With his hard groin grinding into my backside, I can hardly resist giving my hips a little gyration, causing the hand on my breast to give it a squeeze, and hot breath caresses my neck.
“Is this going to be a thing?” I ask breathlessly.
He groans and continues massaging my breasts. “Mmm. What?”
“Us. Groping each other constantly like teenagers.”
“Fuck yeah.” His baritone voice is deep and gravely. “I hope so.”
“Oh!” I gasp as he pinches a nipple.
“Hockey players are horny bastards. Insatiable. Didn’t you know that?”
Horny. Bastards. Insatiable. My cheeks flush.
His hand trails down my flat stomach, circles my belly button, and cups my vagina. “Um… uhhh… N-no…”
“Are you still sore?”
“I…”
“I love naked Abby in the morning.” His chest rumbles as he buries his face in my hair, his fingers sliding up and down the slit of my crotch. “I love naked Abby, period,” he repeats, humming in my ear. “So fucking sexy.”
“Language,” I chastise, my head tipping back. I can’t stop the flow of words spilling out of my mouth even though they’re not exactly romantic post-coital bedroom talk. “Watch your mouth.” He pushes a finger inside me while grinding into me from behind. “Oh! Oh g-geez…”
“Want to give the sex thing another try?” he whispers low into my ear. “Practice makes perfect. Besides,” he continues, planting a wet kiss on my neck. “It usually (kiss) lasts (kiss) longer (kiss) than (kiss) it did (kiss) last night.”
I bite down on my lower lip, trying to nod. “K.”
“K?”
“Yes.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of him and onto my bare shoulder. “Yes.”
Seriously.
I’ve gone from total virgin status to certifiable hussy in less than two weeks’ time. I don’t even think Cecelia got this much action when she started seeing Matthew, and they were in a committed relationship. Caleb and I are just…
Actually.
I don’t know what we are, or what our status is, but as I’m contemplating my questionable life choices while basking in a sexified stupor, I’m unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caleb stares down at me, ten—no, twenty—kinds of sexy.
Tousled, shaggy hair. Piercing, smoky eyes. The hint of a beard surrounding his full lips and jaw. Sculpted upper body with a light dusting of chest hair.
My hair is fanned out on the pillow, my half-hooded eyes gaze up at him drowsily, and I’m not sure what picture I’m presenting, but judging by the way he’s devouring me with his eyes, he likes it.
He bends down and kisses me slowly before he reaches into his bedside table. A condom is rolled on, and now he’s slowly sliding into me for the second time in a matter of hours.
I’m still sore, but the barrier of my virginity is no longer there. When his hips begin a slow roll, I can do nothing but marvel at the incredible new sensation. He isn’t hitting any of my erogenous zones, but it actually feels… good.
Wait.
No. It’s starting to feel… better than good. Delicious? Amazing. Spectacular.
“Do you want to be on top?” His throaty request sends a shiver up my spine.
“Huh?” My head lolls on the pillow.
“Get on top.” He grips my ass like a vice and rolls us, groaning when I’m finally straddling him. “I read… somewhere… yeah… like that, baby… I read that girls…” he gulps then pauses, working my hips with his hands, pulling me over him back and forth, doing most of the work. “Shit… Abby…”
“Shhh,” I hiss at him. “Shut up.”
I’m trying to focus.
He squeezes his eyes closed and sighs, licking his lips in concentration as I move over him. “I read that girls have a better… chance… of having an orgasm… on… top.” He drags out the sentence between pants. “You feel… don’t stop… are you close?”
He read what somewhere? Why the hell is he still talking? I’m trying to have my first sex orgasm, for Christ’s sake.
I must have spat the words out loud, because he sputters out a startled laugh, his head rolling to the side before a guttural moan escapes his lips. I undulate my hips, finally finding a rhythm that works for both of us.
I lean forward and am rewarded with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss as Caleb’s talented fingers fan out precariously close to my back door—there’s no delicate way to say it—and I’m sorry, but that feels… it feels… s-so goooood.
Keep doing that th-thing… Yes, Caleb, right there, th-that spot… a little harder. Yes, like that… Deep, s-so deep. Are my toes actually curling? Why does this—oh shit, oh shit—feel so good? Oh! O-ohh… Uhhhhhh… Oh my god, I’m going to have an orgasm, are the last intelligible thoughts I have before, well, having an orgasm.
“H-holy shit.” A puff of air leaves my throat at the ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. “Now you have me swearing.” I admonish myself as Caleb drives his hips upwards, immobilizes my hips with his giant hands, and impales himself deeper.
“Keep moving, baby. I’m gonna come,” Caleb demands with a rasping groan before his entire body tenses up with a hoarse, primal grunt. He pulses inside me a few times as his fingers slide to my shoulders, pulling me in for another kiss.
I sit up with him still inside me, gingerly stroking my fingers lovingly across his strong jaw and gazing down at him in satisfied wonderment.
And that’s…
Well.
That’s when the door flies open.
~ Caleb ~
“Dude. What the… fuck? Holy shit. Dude.” Cubby stands in the doorway as my bedroom door ricochets against the wall, staring down at the bed. “I didn’t know you had company, bro.”
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