“Lavin,” she cried. “Oh God, almost there.” Her hips jerked. “Okay I’m there.”
She came like a rocket, hips bucking all over me, fingers digging into my bare chest, tits bouncing, mouth open as she cried out with high-pitched moans that made my balls draw up with the need to come.
When her hips slowed, she slammed her mouth down onto mine and wasted zero time fumbling with my pants. I didn’t have the willpower anymore to tell her to go slow, to make it last. I shoved her hands away when she reached for my dick, because I was pretty sure I’d erupt the minute she touched me. She glanced up, confusion in her eyes. I spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m hanging on by a wire. Swear to God, if you breathed on my dick right now, I’d probably shoot.”
She rolled her lips between her teeth, and I knew she was trying not to laugh.
“Do you think this is funny, B?” I tugged my pants down until my cock sprang free. I pointed at it. “I’ve been hard all night. And how this whole fucking limo smells like your pussy. I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
She shook her head, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter as she bit down on her lips. I growled at her, but she finally took pity on me. She pulled a condom from her purse and handed it to me. “I guess I’ll do the honors next time.”
“That’d be good,” I muttered. Shit, my hands were shaking. I ripped open the package only to flip the condom back and forth, trying to squint in the low light in an effort to figure out which way the rolls were going.
“What the hell?” I said after the third attempt to roll it on.
She snatched it from me, rolled it down my dick in .02 seconds, before she lifted up onto her knees and took me inside.
“Holllly fuuuuuuck,” I slammed my head back on the seat, my mouth flying open and my hands gripping her thighs as impossibly tight, wet heat enveloped my dick like a glove. I felt her everywhere. Every single fucking atom in my body knew I was inside Bianca and it was heaven. This was it. Pure fucking bliss. And neither of us had moved yet. I heaved like I’d been deprived of oxygen for an hour, trying to catch my breath so I didn’t blow before I got a couple of thrusts in.
“Lavin,” she whispered.
I opened my eyes enough to look into hers to find hers wet. Her throat worked, and she nibbled her bottom lip. Shit. I reached for her, cradling her cheek in my palm. “B?”
“I’m just so happy.” A tear spilled over her lower lashes just as she began to rock her hips. Back and forth. Back and forth. Only an inch or two at a time.
I reached for her hand and placed it on my chest, over my heart. “Happy doesn’t even feel like a big enough word for this.”
She made a choked sound, which I realized was laughter through her tears. “You’re right. We need a made up word for this.” She swiped at her eyes and began to rise up just a bit more. I watched as she rose up, revealing the root of my dick before lowering back down. Fucking beautiful.
“I’ll think of a word, Bianca. Later. Right now, my brain isn’t doing English so good.”
Her laugh tapered into a moan as she rode me harder. I slid my hands from her thighs to grip her hips, thrusting in time with her. We didn’t talk then. I couldn’t speak, I could only watch Bianca as she took me inside of her. Again, and again, and again. I thought watching where we were connected was hot, but it was nothing compared to her eyes. Maybe that was where we really connected, through eye contact as waves of pleasure crashed into us.
When I came, I said her name on a choked gasp. I didn’t see stars. I didn’t black out. Warmth spread to every limb, contentment settled bone-deep, and when my body finally stopped shaking, I pressed my lips to Bianca’s before cradling her to my chest.
She sniffled a few times, and I might have felt wetness on my face, but I passed it off as sweat. That was my story and I was sticking to it. I closed my eyes, and held her close. I’d spent a lot of time thinking about losing my virginity, but it’d always been about me. About how I’d feel. About the accomplishment. To say that I did. I’d looked at it so fucking one-sided, making it all about me, like a selfish jerk.
This, what Bianca and I did, wasn’t about me losing my virginity. It was about making a connection with her. A connection we both wanted, and it wouldn’t have mattered if I hadn’t waited, or if I’d waited another twenty years. This was the only first time that would have mattered, because it’d been with her. It’d been about us.
Junior year of college was the year that I, Lavin Saint, got the glory and the girl. The glory wouldn’t last forever, but the girl? A smile stretched across my face as I held Bianca in my arms. I was keeping her.
Epilogue
Bianca
That summer
“Bianca banco, bo banca, banana fana, fo fanca, me mi mo manca. Biancaaaaa!” Lavin tossed his hands in the air, which threw him off balance so he crashed into a parked car.
“Oof,” he said, pushing himself away from the gray sedan. “Bad car. It’s my birthday. Be nice.”
I tried not to laugh, but he was so damn drunk, and so damn cute. His face was flushed from way too many Irish car bombs, his dark brown hair in a sweaty disarray, hazel eyes a bit glassy. I was shocked he hadn’t puked yet. When I’d mentioned that to him, he’d smacked his abs proudly and said, “Steel stomach.”
I hauled him to me, away from the car, and kept him moving. We were almost at his townhouse.
“You sure I shouldn’t carry him?” Dre muttered from behind us, where he walked with Shane and Zac.
“Don’t need carried!” Lavin puffed out his chest. He managed to mostly hold himself upright and walk somewhat straight now that Dre’s threat to carry him like a baby hung over his head.
Lavin threw his arm around my shoulders and tugged me to him. He tried to kiss my temple, but his lips didn’t quite hit their mark as they landed on my eye. “Pretty B,” he murmured against my cheek. “So pretty.”
My dad used to say that when men got drunk they were either lovers or fighters. Lavin was a lover. The more he drank, the more he wanted to hug everyone. Dre, Shane, Zac, me, the bartender, and even some older guy on the way out of the bathroom.
And he just kept telling me I was pretty, and that he loved me, and it was super adorable even though he could barely keep his eyes open the whole way. I’d never seen him this drunk, but then it was his twenty-first birthday and the whole soccer team had turned out for the occasion.
We finally reached the townhouse, and I held onto his waist as we approached the stairs. “Okay,” I breathed, eyeing the stairs, “Let’s do one big step.”
“Up?” Lavin asked.
“Up, babe.”
“Mmmm,” he got distracted and tried to kiss me again. “I love when you call me that.”
“Simmer down, big boy,” I laughed. “Let’s get you inside.”
“Do I get to see your boobs inside?” he whispered. Except he was too drunk to really whisper. It was like a whisper-shout and the guys behind us cracked up.
“Yes, Lav, you can see my boobs inside.” I was not above bribes to get him to cooperate.
“Yesssss.” He fist pumped the air as he lifted his foot onto the first stair.
Somehow, with help Dre, Shane, and Zac, we got Lavin in the door and up the stairs. There, he stumbled into the bed and collapsed face first with a groan. The four of us stared at him as he began to snore.
“If he pukes, don’t call me,” Zac said, wiping his hands together and walking out.
Dre ran his hand over his face. “That was touch and go for a minute there going up the stairs. We can only hope he stays passed out until he sobers up.”
“As much as he drank, he’s going to have a blood alcohol content for three days,” Shane said.
Lavin snorted and mumbled something before his snoring resumed.
I smiled at him. “He’s kind of cute like this.”
Shane stared at me before walking out. “You two deserve each other.”
“You sure you’re okay in here with
him?” Dre asked.
I nodded. “I’m going to sleep on the futon in here with him. I don’t think it’s a great idea to squeeze into bed with him like this.”
“In case he pukes?”
I winced. “Yeah.”
Dre laughed. “I’m going to bed. If you need anything, let me know.”
“Sure, thanks Dre.”
“Anytime, B.”
When Dre left, I took off Lavin’s shoes, tugged his jeans down over his legs, and pulled off his T-shirt so he would be comfortable in just his boxers. He didn’t wake up as I jostled his body, although he did mumble something about boobs that made me laugh. After that, I placed a trash can by his bed—just in case—along with a bottle of water, Gatorade, and some Advil on his desk by his head.
After washing my face, pulling my hair back, and changing into a pair of Lav’s shorts and a T-shirt, I curled up at one end of the futon and watched him sleep. Although summer, he and his roommates still lived in the townhouse. Zac was taking summer courses, while both Dre and Shane had jobs in town. Lavin had picked up a summer job too. Usually he went home every summer, and I felt a little bad he wasn’t home with his dads. I knew the reason was me. I lived here, plus I was taking summer courses to catch up.
But I couldn’t lie that I had been dreading summer assuming he’d go home. He only lived an hour away but I was so used to seeing him every day, sleeping together every night. He’d grounded me in a way nothing else could—not modeling, not my family. All my life I’d felt like I was chasing something that was just out of my reach. I had to keep going, keep running. But with Lavin, I was settled, comfortable. No more running. Just staying. With him.
My stalker had taken a plea, which surprised all of us but it’d been a miracle we hadn’t had to endure a trial. He’d never see the light of day again. He’d avoided the death penalty but was given a life sentence.
When I first laid eyes on Lavin, I’d felt a pull toward him, but I had no idea he’d be my happily ever after. I smiled, sinking down into the futon. Pulling the blanket over me, I closed my eyes. I was asleep within minutes.
I startled awake sometime later, the room was still darker and a thump followed by a curse let know what had woken me up. A figure was moving around the room. “Lav?” I whispered.
Another thump, and the figure crashed to the floor. Hard. “Owww,” came his moan. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
I threw the blanket off me and turned on his desk light. Lavin lay on the floor, clutching his shin, blinking against the light. Finally, his bleary eyes focused on me and he dropped his shin, a smile spreading across his face. “B.”
“What are you doing?” I crouched at his side.
“I was looking for you.” His lower lip extended in a pout. “You weren’t in bed.”
“I’m sleeping on the futon.”
He rolled his head to glance at the blanket and pillow on the futon. “But you sleep with me.” His eyes widened. “Oh no, did I do something to make you mad? What’d I do?” His face crumpled. “I’m sorry. For whatever I did.” His hand came up and he tugged on his hair. “Shit, I feel dizzy. Why’s the rooming spinning?”
“Babe, you didn’t do anything to make me mad. I wanted to avoid you puking on me. You’re drunk. Twenty-first birthday, remember?”
His face lost the stricken look. “Oh yeahhh. Shit. Too many shots. Fuck my teammates.”
I held out my hands. “We need to get you back to bed.”
He shook his head. “Gotta piss.”
Oh great. I judged the distance to the bathroom, figuring we could make it without needing Dre’s help. “All right, can you walk?”
He bit his lip and his eyes shifted away. “Sure.”
I pressed my lips together to stifle a laugh. “You don’t sound sure.”
“Maybe I should crawl.”
“Oh my God, Lavin, you’re not crawling.” I gripped his hand and tugged. “Come on.”
He waved me away and with a grunt, rolled onto all fours. His body swayed, and then he stumbled to his feet. He surged forward, his hand lashing out just in time to brace himself on the doorframe. He turned around, giving me a wink. “Close one.”
“The last thing we need is for you to get another concussion,” I grumbled, gripping his waist as we shuffled down the hall to the bathroom. I loved the feel of his hard muscles under his smooth soft skin, but now wasn’t the time to admire half-naked Lavin.
I pushed the door open and propped him against the wall near the toilet. Leaning against the sink, I waved at him. “Do your business.”
He grinned at me. “Maybe you should hold my dick for me. My aim might be bad.”
I glared. “I’m not holding your dick while you pee, Lav.” His lower lip came out again. I pointed at him. “No puppy dog face. Not allowed. Now pee.”
He sighed and I turned to the side, waiting to hear the telltale stream. When he was finishing peeing, he fumbled around at the sink, managing to wash his hands before stumbling back into the bedroom, me on his heels.
He collapsed into bed face first, but rolled onto his side, his arm out. “Come lay with me.”
“Lavin, you smell like a bar,” I said, but climbed in next to him anyway. He was always so hot, his body like a furnace, even more so when he slept. I snuggled into him, digging my nose into his chest until I caught his scent and not the smell of beer he’d spilled on himself during karaoke.
I shuddered at the memory. His voice was terrible and when I showed him the video tomorrow of him singing My Chemical Romance, he was going to die of embarrassment. I couldn’t wait.
“Did you have fun?” He asked on a yawn.
I squeezed his waist. “A great time. You serenaded us all with emo rock.”
“I’m legal now,” he murmured.
“Lavin, you were legal when you turned eighteen.”
“No more robbing the cradle for you!” He crowed.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m not robbing the cradle.”
“Sexy cougar.” He made a sound that I assumed was meant to be a growl.
“You need to sleep this off, babe.”
“Can’t sleep now. I’m all awake and you’re all warm and soft and stuff.”
“Is that so?” I lifted my head to look into his eyes. He did look the slightest bit less drunk. I slowly reached down and palmed him over his boxer shorts. Of course he was hard. A stiff breeze got Lavin hard. Not that I complained the slightest bit. He made me feel so wanted, more than I ever had in my life. Wanted and valued and so, so sexy. I could be wearing oversized sweatpants and a shirt full of holes, and he’d look at me like I was dripping in diamonds.
“I think I can make you tired,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. I pushed on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back.
“I think I know where this is going. Cougar.” He slid his hands into my hair, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a grin.
“Then shut up and let me go to work.”
He shut up. I went to work. And then he fell asleep.
* * *
A year later
Bianca
“James Roberts.”
The monotone voice cut across the restless crowd. I ran my finger down the graduation program. “Two more!” I squealed, my feet bouncing in my heels, sliding to the edge of my seat on the bleachers. “Why’d you have to have a name at the end of the alphabet?”
Lavin’s dad laughed. Well, I called him Dad too. I couldn’t very well use Mr. Saint because there were two of them, and they insisted on Dad and Pop over their first names. I loved it.
“Valerie Rodriquez.”
Pop was in charge of the recording, since he had the steadiest hands. Thanks to him, we had great seats, as he’d claimed them early. Dad was close to losing his shit, just like me. He sat pressed against my side, his hands clasped together, eyes shining. “I’m so proud of our baby.”
“Bailey Sabine.”
“He’s next. He’s next!” My heart wa
s pounding. I readied the air horn, which I’d hid from Lavin because I knew he’d tell me not to use it. He still hated attention, and I loved drawing attention to him just to see him squirm.
“Lavin Saint.”
Dad and I leaped to our feet. Pop whistled as I blasted the air horn. “Yeaaaahhh Lavinnnnnn!” I screamed.
Dad cupped his hands around his mouth. “Go get ‘em, son!”
Because of our amazing seats, I could easily see Lavin turn his head, locking eyes with me before shaking his head, a grin on his face. I blasted the air horn again, and he winced. Yeah, I knew how much he was suffering from his hangover, but too bad.
The three of us held hands and watched as Lavin walked across the stage to accept his diploma. He looked so good in his graduation hat, which sat back on the crown of his head, his brown hair sweeping across his forehead. When he walked off the page, he gave us a lazy two-finger salute, and I blew the air horn again.
“Wake up!” I jumped on Lavin’s bed at his parents’ house, bouncing on my knees while he moaned and covered his face with his pillow. “Go ‘way’,” he huffed.
I bounced more. “Nope. Your dad is already losing his mind upstairs getting ready for your graduation party. I told him I’d get you out of his hair.”
He pulled the pillow down, eyeing me suspiciously. “Why are you awake?”
“I sense distrust.”
His eyes narrowed. “Uh, yeah. What’s going on?”
“Get dressed.”
“Need coffee.”
“We’ll take care of that after you get dressed.”
He grumbled while he rolled out of bed. I ogled him while he stretched and scratched his stomach and finally, finally got dressed.
I tugged on his arm as I dragged him upstairs, but he dug in his heels. Gone were the days where he followed me all over creation without asking questions. He knew better now. He also knew I was hopelessly devoted to him so he could straighten his backbone and not give in to me all the time. Some days, I mourned the weeks he followed me around like a puppy.
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