“You can taste me,” I whisper, somehow knowing that it’s what he’s asking me.
He kisses my jaw and then my neck. He makes a warm wet trail across my clavicle bone and down my sternum. He kisses and licks his way up one of my breasts, his eyes looking up at mine every few seconds to make sure I’m still okay. And I am. When his soft, fat lips wrap around my nipple for the first time, it’s startling and again I’m fighting all my deep seeded instincts because I can also recognize that it feels good. There seems to be a direct line between my nipple and all the things he stimulated before with his fingers and I whimper as his teeth graze over my engorged nipple. My hands fist his hair out of desire as he alternates between his fingers and his mouth as he expertly stimulates me.
My breathing becomes increasingly heavy and erratic as my desire for him swells. I wrap my legs around his hips needing some kind of contact and when that contact comes from his large, hard-on I moan.
His lips leave my skin and when his eyes meet mine they look crazed. “You’re perfect, Presley,” he says with some force, his hand wandering between my thighs, his fingers, once again starting their magical dance across my skin. God, does it feel good, but there is now a yearning so deep inside of me I know there’s only one thing that will satisfy it.
“I want you inside of me, Nash,” I tell him.
“Trust me, Presley, I want inside of you.” He shifts on the bed, fumbling around his bedside table before sitting up before me on his knees. I marvel again at how insane his body is. It’s golden and hard and shiny with a thin layer of sweat. He rips a condom pack open with his teeth and I watch with wonder as he rolls it down his long length.
He kneels between my thighs, one hand stimulating me again. It feels good, but I’m ready for him. All of him. “I want to have sex with you,” I whisper, my hands running down the sides of his face and down his neck.
“I know. I don’t want it to hurt…” His fingers push into me then, in a way that he didn’t do to me before.
I wince. Because it does hurt.
“Try to relax,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss my mouth.
“Okay,” I tell him, taking a breath, trying to get everything down there to relax and unclench.
“That’s good, babe,” he whispers. “I’m putting another finger inside of you, okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. And then he does, and it hurts, and I clench harder.
“You good?” he asks, pulling back from my mouth to look in my eyes.
“Yeah,” I tell him, forcing myself to relax again.
His thumb starts moving again over my clit. It feels incredibly good. When he pushes another finger inside of me it hurts less. His hand is moving slowly, part of it hurting me and part of it pleasuring me. He takes my mouth in his again as he continues to move his hand. Eventually, the pain subsides and the first waves of my orgasm are approaching.
My nails dig into his back and my kisses become deeper. His fingers pull out of me but he continues to rub my clit as I feel the head of his penis at my entrance. My legs lock around his ass and I force my body onto his, his head slipping inside of me. I stop kissing him so I can suck in a much needed lungful of air.
When our eyes meet his look crazed. “It’s okay…” I tell him. “I’m okay.”
“You feel so good already,” he tells me, pushing in a little further and then stopping to look at me. It hurts but at the same time I want him to be deeper.
“I’m good.”
He sinks deeper into me and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him and, again, I’m sucking in air.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes pinched closed. “I don’t know if I can stop.”
It’s painful for me but looks like torture for him. I secure my legs, close my eyes tightly and then pull him down to me, a sharp pain shooting through my body at the intrusion of him. I bite my lip to keep from crying out and he moans loudly out of pure pleasure.
But then his eyes open and the panic’s back. “Shit… are you okay?”
I can feel tears hedging in my eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, pushing up on his arms like he’s about to pull out of me.
“No,” I practically scream, my legs cinching him tighter, my arms wrapping around his back. “It hurt. That’s all. I’m perfect, it just hurt. Just give me a second.”
He manages to nod his head and then he starts kissing me. Gently at first and then with increasing desire until his tongue is exploring the depths of my mouth he fists the hair at the nape of my neck.
Eventually, when I can’t stand it anymore, I begin moving, feeling him inside of me. There’s still a dull stinging, but I’m wetter now and the friction is less. He begins slowly rocking his hips, moving in and out of me. His hand leaves my hair and moves down my body, eventually finding my hard nipple that he gently kneads. I cry into his mouth, the pure satisfaction starting to take over the pain. He moves with increasing speed and I relax around him, my body exploding with bliss every time he hits a spot deep inside of me that seems to be another pleasure point I was previously unaware of.
He’s moaning around my tongue, his fingers becoming greedier with my breasts, his body moving deeper inside of mine.
When he pulls out of my mouth and sits up, grabbing onto my hips, he mutters, “I can’t hold on for much longer…”
“Come, Nash,” I tell him, knowing he needs it.
His eyes roll back in his head and his hand runs over my hip and his fingers splay out over my belly as his thumb begins to knead my clit. “Oh my god,” I cry at the instant wave of pleasure that washes over me.
His body slows down through a few thrusts, he forces his heavy eyelids open so he can watch me. I keep my eyes on him until I can no longer stop myself from clenching them closed, my entire body being sucked into my lower belly where the ball of fire is about to explode. He rubs me through my orgasm, my cries and thrusts uncontrollable. He moans with me, he calls my name, he tells me he loves me and when the last wave exits my body he comes to me, resting his body on mine , rolling to the side, taking me with him and wrapping me up in his arms.
We pant together, both of our bodies sticky with sweat.
He grabs a hold of my hips, his eyes still looking drunk and he eases out of me, both of us grunting through the pain. “You okay?” he asks for what seems like the hundredth time. My mind is finally coming out of the fog and the reality of what just happened takes over. I smile, I laugh, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck.
“Is that a yes?”
I nod into his shoulder. “I didn’t think it would be like that.”
He gently wraps his hands around my shoulders and eases me off of him so he can look at me. “Like what?” he asks, uncertainty in his eyes.
“I knew it would hurt… everyone says it hurts. But no one says it feels good. Not the first time at least. But you made it feel good.”
He smiles and runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry it hurt.”
“But it felt good. And… it felt… emotional. Like… I don’t know… like something inside of me was opened up and it’s kind of overwhelming. And… I love you.”
His smile grows and he laughs. “Good. I mean, I’m glad you felt that because I feel it too and, honestly, it’s freaking me out a little bit. What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know… us?”
He closes his eyes. “Yeah… us.”
20
“Oh my god, you guys are too cute,” Summer says, walking back into her room where Presley and I are on Summer’s bed.
When Summer left us we were just sitting next to each other, my arm around her, but now I’ve got her straddling me and my tongue all tangled with hers.
At the sound of Summer’s voice, Presley pulls out of my mouth and pouts at me. “God damn you,” she mutters, rolling off of me, her head resting on my shoulder as she tells Summer, “Sorry. God, we’re so gross, aren’t we?”
“You do make me want to puke,” s
he admits, “but only because you two are so in love it’s sickening.”
Presley shifts uncomfortably. This is our coming out party in a way. Even though I tell Summer almost everything that’s going on, tonight’s the first night anyone we know- outside of her mom, my dad, brother and my racing family- has seen us together as a couple. Shit luck for Summer since it was last night that I had sex with Presley for the first time. And the second and third time. I finally forced myself to put an end to it, the actual sex at least, when I saw how red and swollen she was. She would have kept going though. Girl seems to be insatiable, like all the sexually repressed years she spent being terrified of her body are out for vengeance. And now we can’t keep our damn hands off each other. And Summer gets to bask in our sexual atmosphere. Lucky her.
“So how long are you two planning on keeping this a secret for?” she asks with an expectant eyebrow raised.
We’re at Summer’s right now because Presley’s riding with her to the party Jolee’s throwing at the house where Presley lives. Jolee, the insane bitch that she is, made it clear that Presley could skip it all together. But we’re going. I mean, not we because I’ll show up there with Colby and Reggie and have to spend the entire night acting like there’s something I’d rather be doing than hanging out with my girlfriend. Because this is how Presley and I operate.
I look down at Presley who’s gnawing on her nails and shrugging her shoulders. I still want to protect her. But after last night, living without her permanently by my side seems impossible. Which I told her pretty much immediately after waking up and finding her still in my arms and feeling this new thing that started to take over me the instant we became intimate.
There’s nothing between us now. No part of us that isn’t in perfect sync. I’ve never felt whole like this. What I feel with her is way more than I ever thought to want for myself.
When I lost Tatum I thought it was the end of the world. I didn’t think I’d ever love someone like I loved her. I had no clue that anything like what I have with the girl under my arm even existed. It’s crazy. And I don’t want to spend a second of my life without it. And therefore, I want us to belong to each other whenever and wherever. Even in school. Even at Jolee’s party.
But I keep my mouth closed because I know I’m not being rational right now.
Summer cocks her head at Presley. “What are you so afraid of?”
“Summer,” I mutter under my breath, warning her to let it go. I know exactly what Presley’s afraid of and I don’t think a verbal run down of the long list is gonna help change her mind. “She’s got enough crap going on right now. She doesn’t need to be dealing with this too.”
Summer, who’s sitting on her bed now too, facing us, reaches out and holds onto Presley’s hand. “Of course not. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything I’m just excited for you guys.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Presley tells her. “It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t know the divorce was coming. It might be a relief to have it all over with.” Laura, LeAnn, Joe and their lawyer are in California right now to finalize the divorce between Presley’s parents – hence the party Jolee’s throwing.
It’s been hard on Laura and Presley but, oddly, it’s my old man of all people who seems to be making it easier on them. After my dad got hurt Laura came over to bring us dinner one night. Presley was so happy to be hanging out with her outside of their oppressive house and Laura seemed pretty relieved too. She and my dad hit it off- in a friendly way I hope to god because I do not want to be Presley’s step brother- and now it’s a weekly thing; family dinner. LeAnn and Jolee obviously know nothing about it. Which annoys the crap out of me but I keep my mouth shut.
I think Presley talks about her feelings regrading her dad with Nick more than she does with me. Which is fine. She needs him and he loves helping her. He just flat out loves her. Period.
“I hope so,” Summer tells her with a sympathetic smile. “And I’m glad you have him,” she says glancing at me.
“Me too,” Presley says, her hand taking a hold of my thigh. I pull her closer to me and kiss her soft hair.
Summer smiles and shakes her head, then looks at me mischievously. “How great would it be to walk into winter formal with her, looking all beautiful in a dress and heels, on your arm?”
I feel Presley shudder in my arm and I close my eyes and tell myself to calm down. Just the thought of being with me in public makes Presley shudder. I hate that.
“He’s going with you. We’re not talking about this again,” Presley mutters, clearly annoyed that Summer’s bringing this up again.
“I was talking to Nash,” she tells her with a wink.
“Yeah. That would be great,” I admit. “But like she said – I’m taking you.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“If I sound less than excited it’s because you won’t drop it. She doesn’t want to go. Not with me, not with anyone and you bringing it up again makes her uncomfortable. What’s with you tonight? You’re not usually such a pain in the ass.”
“I’m sorry, okay. I just… I can’t help it. You two are so perfect and I want everyone to see it. But I’ll drop it,” she says, looking at Presley now. “I know you’re not ready for it and I totally get it but a girl can dream, right?”
Presley laughs. “If it makes you feel any better… I’m getting there. I don’t want to go to winter formal no matter what, but honestly I don’t really give a crap anymore what people think or if my friends can’t accept the fact that I’m in love with Nash Carter.”
Summer gawks at her and I force the smile off my face before Presley can see it. Her words make me happy but the reality of what her being with me publicly would do to her… to us… terrifies me.
Summer actually squeals at that and bounces in her bed. She sits up and wraps me and Presley in her arms.
“Oh my god, calm down,” Presley says, laughing.
Summer lets us go and says, “Tonight? Can we tell everyone tonight?”
Presley peeks up at me, her lip caught between her teeth. I run my hand down her face and tell her, “No. Not tonight. Let’s get through the divorce before we start another shit storm in your life.”
She lets out a long breath. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Fine,” Summer says, grumbling. I love how she thinks she has a damn say in any of this. I shoot her an annoyed look. She shoots me one back and says, “You should leave. Presley and I have to get ready for the party.”
“Get ready?” Presley and I ask at the same time.
Summer looks at her and smirks. “I don’t know if you realize this, but you’re in his clothes.”
Presley and I both look down at her chest that’s proudly displaying the number seventeen. She’s got my warm up hoodie on. The word CARTER is spelled out on her back. I laugh. She gasps. Then pulls at the neck to peek underneath. She looks at me. I raise an eyebrow at her worried expression. “It’s got an engine on it?”
My MSD shirt. “I can run you back to my house?” I offer, even though last time Summer dressed her I thoroughly enjoyed it.
“Oh, stop,” Summer says, standing and grabbing a hold of Presley’s hands, pulling her up and out of my arms. “I have plenty of clothes you can wear.”
Presley laughs. “I’ve seen your clothes… and we’re not the same size.”
“We wear the same size pants,” Summer says, rolling her eyes and trying to pull Presley to her closet, but her feet are firmly planted. “I have some baggy shirts in the back of my closet that I didn’t let you see last time. I promise.”
Presley lets out an annoyed breath and takes her hands from Summer’s but says, “Fine,” before turning and looking down at me.
“Okay, good. I’ll give you two a minute but then you’ve got to go,” she says happily before exiting the room.
“This is going to be disastrous,” she tells me as I stand and wrap my arms around her lower b
ack.
“You look good no matter what you’re wearing,” I reassure her.
She shakes her head. “Not that. I don’t really give a crap about my clothes or boobs or whatever. But being at that party with you… but not with you. It’s going to be a disaster.”
“It’s just for a little while longer,” I assure her, tamping down the words I really want to say which are come with me.
She bites her lip, thinking about it. And then I bite her lip because it seems like an excellent idea. Her arms move from my chest and instantly to my hair. She pulls at it, quiet whimpers escaping her mouth as my tongue works her over. I’m instantly hard. I can no longer touch the girl without a big, obnoxious, uncontrollable boner erupting under my jeans. My hands cup her ass and I drag her up my legs, pulling her off the ground. Her feet lock behind me and she squirms until she finds the perfect positon where she can feel me exactly where she wants me. And with that we’re both pulling and moaning, my hands snake up her shirt so I can feel her skin, hers tangle deeper into my hair.
I sit back down on the bed, her tight little body riding me instantly, the quiet cries coming from her mouth are full of frustration so I cup her crouch with my hand, rubbing her over her leggings and panties.
And then Summer yells, “Times up, I’m coming back in.”
Presley growls, bites my tongue – hard- then pushes off my chest, scrambling off my lap. She pinches her eyes closed and takes a deep breath. “Go,” she tells me, her eyes still closed.
“Fuck, babe. I don’t know if I can even stand,” I tell her, staring down at, probably, the hardest cock that’s ever existed.
“Really” she asks. “Because sweet little Summer, your best friend, is gonna come walking back in here any second. And is that what you want her to see? A big boner in the middle of her pink canopy bed where she has to sleep every night?”
“Thanks,” I tell her sincerely, my dick deflating almost immediately.
“Yeah,” she tells me, running her hands down her rumpled sweatshirt and through her tangled hair. “You should go.” I stand and reach for her, preparing to give her one last kiss. “No, Nash. No,” she says, her hands held out in front of her protectively.
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