His eyebrow shot up, and I glued my teeth together to keep from laughing.
I didn’t think it would make Jared as uncomfortable seeing another man touch me as it would for him to be naked in front of another guy. I had a hard time not busting up at the image of his disgusted face and a big, fat “Hell no!” before he’d grab me and leave the room.
I barely had time to recover from the amusement of teasing him before he grabbed my hand and pulled me past the concession stands.
“Wait,” I cried out. “I want snacks!”
But he wasn’t listening. He walked quickly across the lobby and straight into the mens’ bathroom, carrying me in tow.
“Jared!” I whisper-yelled. “I can’t be in here.”
He dove into one of the stalls, swinging me in behind him and slamming the door shut, locking it.
I breathed hard, feeling the skin on my chest heat up, and not sure if it was from the near jog we’d just done or the fear of being caught.
What the hell was he doing?
I sucked in a ragged breath. “Jare—”
But he cut me off, bringing a hand down over my mouth and pinning me up against the wall of the stall.
I stared at him wide-eyed, remembering a time not so long ago he had me pinned up against some lockers.
Only this time I didn’t feel threatened.
His rich, woodsy scent fell over me, and I looked up at him looking down on me, a hint of a smile on his face.
He removed his hand, taking a finger and placing it over his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
And I stilled, suddenly feeling his hands slide under my skirt and his fingers hook my panties, pulling them down.
“Jar—”
But he brought his lips down on mine, shutting me up.
“Relax,” he breathed against my lips. “It’s not what you think. I got you a present.”
A present? What the…?
He’d already given me a pair of earrings, making me feel guilty for promising not to give him something, but he got me something else? Something that required me to take off my underwear?
He knelt down on one knee and slid my panties down my legs and waited for me to step out of them.
He stuffed them into his jacket pocket, and then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small box. I dropped my head, narrowing my eyes in curiosity as he opened it up and plucked out what appeared to be another set of panties. These were black and smaller, and I wondered what the hell was going on.
The other pair I had on were red and lacy. Very sexy. Why remove them to replace them with another pair and here of all places?
He didn’t look at me. Only held them up and let me step into them, one Chuck-clad foot after another. My skin tingled as the fabric snaked up my thighs, and Jared stood to raise them higher.
He darted out his thumb, brushing it against the sensitive skin between my legs, before pulling the panties up all the way.
I relaxed, brushing my skirt down to make sure the hem hadn’t gotten caught anywhere.
It was a thong, and I felt the wedge of the material between my skin. They weren’t particularly comfortable, and it seemed like something was different. More weight, maybe?
“Jared,” I whispered as low as possible, hearing another stall door open and close. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry.” He grinned. “I’m not into public sex. Well, not this public anyway,” he added. “Let’s go see a movie.”
What?
He pulled me out the door, and I forgot everything as we dashed out of the mens’ restroom, my only concern in not being seen.
He gripped my hand, and I practically had to jog to keep up.
“But why did you change my—”
“You promised,” he reminded me as if cutting off my argument.
Yes, I promised! But what the hell was going on?!
And that’s when I noticed something.
I narrowed my eyes, gluing my thighs together and rubbing slightly.
“Jared, I feel something.”
He pulled me into him, pinning our bodies together. “You’re damn right you do,” he teased, referring to the growing appendage in his jeans.
Yeah, that’s not what I meant.
“Jared,” I growled through my teeth.
“Let’s get snacks,” he chirped. “You want butter on the popcorn?”
I arched an eyebrow, but he only smirked and turned to the cashier.
“Large popcorn with butter and a large Cherry Coke,” he ordered for us and then turned to me. “Why don’t you get some napkins and straws?”
I shot him a look, telling him where he could stick his damn straws, but he just shook his head, laughing quietly.
“I love you.” His voice was thick with amusement. “But you promised.”
I rolled my eyes, not sure what he had planned, but I knew he was having fun.
So be it.
Turning around, I headed for the condiment stand and gathered some straws and napkins.
“Tate, is that you?”
I turned around, seeing Ben Jamison come up next to me, carrying a soda.
I smiled, surprised at seeing him after more than a year since high school.
“Hey, Ben. It’s been a long time,” I commented, taking in his new look. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” He nodded lazily, grabbing a straw. “You?”
“Good.”
He’d kept the same style over time, preppy and clean-cut, but his hair was more manicured and his clothes fit him better. He’d grown up and filled out, looking a lot like Madoc, actually.
“I thought you went to UMass,” I inquired. “What are you doing home?”
“Sister’s wedding.” He winced, and I almost laughed. “And you’re in Chicago, right?” he asked.
I nodded, opening my mouth to answer, but then I halted, stopping dead in my tracks.
My skin started tingling and vibrating from whatever was in the underwear Jared had put on me.
My eyes rounded as the skin of my clit began pulsing and swirls of pleasure swarmed in my stomach at whatever was throbbing inside the underwear.
“Tate?”
I looked up, seeing Ben staring at me.
I gritted my teeth together, letting my eyes slowly drift over to Jared who was shooting me a cocky-ass grin as he paid for the food.
Son of a bitch.
There was a fucking vibrator in the panties.
And he had the remote.
I blinked, inhaling a breath. “Yeah.” I looked at Ben. “Yeah, Jared and I share an apartment in Chicago, but we come home pretty often on the weekends.”
“Cool.”
I licked my lips, my breath suddenly quickening. “Have you seen any—” The pulsing grew more rapid, and I jerked forward slightly, stopping a groan from escaping, “Ah, anyone since you’ve been….uh…back?” I asked, blinking long and hard.
But Ben pinched his eyebrows together. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm hmm,” I nodded, and I could feel the blush of embarrassment covering my face.
Fucking Jared.
“I have to go,” I shot out, quickly grabbing more napkins I didn’t need. “See you later,” I called over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” he answered, sounding confused. “See you later.”
I met Jared as he turned around, food in hand.
“Turn it off,” I ordered, the vibrator already making me wet.
“What?” He feigned ignorance.
“You got panties with a vibrator?” I grabbed the soda from him and led us into the theater, letting him hand off our tickets. “Are you serious?!” I asked.
“Are you having fun?” he shot back, his eyes raking up and down my body as we walked to our seats.
“I’m taking them off.”
He sat down, letting out a pleased sigh. “And then you’ll be commando in a miniskirt,” he pointed out. “Even better.”
I quickly reached up my skirt, hooked the panties with my finger, and pulled them away from my skin, resting them more against my thigh.
I heard his snort.
“Adjust it all you want.” His tone dripped with cockiness. “You’ll still feel it.”
“Why do you want to do this?” I asked, sounding more like pleading.
His face evened out, turning serious as he looked ahead at the first trailer playing.
“Because I want to watch you,” he said matter-of-factly.
Watch me?
And then it dawned.
He wanted to watch me. Watch me orgasm.
I leaned in, whispering, “But why couldn’t we have done this at home?” I asked.
“Because you never want to do it.” He turned his head, meeting my eyes again.
I pinched my eyebrows together. “Do what?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
My eyes fell, and I slowly leaned back in my chair, remembering the times he’d asked me to do that.
Yeah, he’d asked me. But I guess I never noticed how much he wanted it. Why did he want to see me do that so much?
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it for him. I was just embarrassed. It takes a long time, and I really didn’t like the idea of someone staring at me while I masturbated.
I had no reason not to be comfortable around him, but I still felt silly about it.
“I will,” I assured him thoughtfully, peering over and seeing the lights from the screen dance across his eyes. “Eventually.”
I let my eyes drift close, feeling the vibrations becoming harder to ignore. They weren’t on my clit anymore, but my body still heated.
I licked my dry lips, looking over at him. “Why do you want to watch me do that, anyway?”
He rested his head against the headrest and turned to meet my eyes. “When you come, Tate,” he whispered, “it’s like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
His brown eyes were so loving and intense, I wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted to please him, but I didn’t really like the idea of doing things in public. Not after the video in high school.
But I knew that, with Jared, this was for him. It had nothing to do with other people, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Not like that.
His sexy eyes fell down my body as he spoke, “The vibrations are making the skin on your thigh tingle right now,” he whispered, leaning in, “but sooner or later, whether you like it or not, the pulsing will sink deeper, down to the bone.” His hand reached out to graze my inner thigh.
The muscles in my leg tensed.
“Then it’ll travel upward,” he caressed my skin higher and higher, “like someone is massaging you with a feather from the inside.”
I could feel butterflies between my legs, and the tornado low in my belly begin to spin.
“A blush will spread across your face,” he taunted, “and your skin will glow from the heat.”
I let my head fall back, squirming my ass lower to get the vibrator back in place again as I closed my eyes.
“That all happens when I’m inside you. Now I want to watch it as it happens to you,” he said in a husky voice.
“Your breathing will start to change, getting shallower, and your eyes will close,” he teased, “because your body likes what it feels and it’s taking over, Tate.”
Yes.
The pulse between my legs throbbed harder and harder, and I hated that he was doing this.
I wanted him now. Not the damn vibrator.
“You’ll try to suppress a moan coming up your throat from your stomach,” he predicted, “and all of a sudden you’ll be so wet. You’ll let your body fall back, and your back will arch, and you’ll want more.” He gripped the inside of my thigh, his breath falling across my face.
“You’re ready to beg for it, because you have no control.” He darted out and caught my lobe between his teeth. “And then you’ll hold your breath, like you always do as you’re about to come,” he taunted. “I fucking know how your body works by now.”
And then I did it. I arched my back, and I sucked in air, because I needed his hands all over me. I was ready to beg for it.
“I’ll bet you’re so wet,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come.”
And he pulled out the remote, turning up the volume.
I gasped, feeling the pulsing turn wild.
Shit.
People came to sit down in front of us, and I looked at Jared, fear making my heart beat faster.
“Not here,” I begged, glancing around me nervously.
The theater wasn’t packed, and there was no one in our row or behind us, but there were people around.
“Jared, please,” I breathed, my orgasm building and the need driving me insane.
I wanted to be straddling him, my forehead glued to his, as I grinded myself home.
Fuck!
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, biting my bottom lip to stifle the cry.
But Jared took me over.
He grabbed me under the arms and hauled me over to his lap, reverse cowgirl, both of us facing the screen.
“Tate,” he breathed out, nibbling my neck. “Don’t be shy with me.”
His hand slipped under my loose, white blouse, snaking under my bra to cup my breasts.
“Fucking come, baby,” he growled low in my ear. “I want to hear your breaths and feel every shake.”
I leaned in, burying my face in his neck as I inhaled short, fast breaths as he wrapped his arms around my waist like a steel band and held me tight.
I ground my ass against him, riding the vibrator harder and harder. The friction of his jeans on my skin would leave a burn, no doubt, but it felt fucking awesome.
“Jared,” I gasped. “Jared, I love you.”
And then I stopped breathing, feeling the orgasm crest, and I held my breath as I ground and jerked against him, riding it out and burying my cry in his neck.
My body shook and my chest rose and fell finally, taking in air as the pleasure spread down my thighs and up through my chest.
Oh, God.
The moans and cries I normally let out spread throughout my body instead, having no other place to escape, and my whole body spasmed with it.
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed in my ear, holding me as the orgasm shook through my body. “I love you, Tate.
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, exhausted and spent.
I twisted my head, taking his lips in mine for who knows how long. The trailers played out, and the movie started, and I just kissed him, feeling like there would never be anything more that I’d want from life.
This is all I’d ever wanted to do. Just love Jared Trent.
I finally pulled back, gasping for breath, and smiled.
“That was fun,” I said, sounding happy. “When do I get to watch you?”
***
Madoc and Fallon - The Morning After the First Time
Grabbing the sheet at the back of my waist, I pull it over our heads, seeing the soft light of the moon slowly fade from her face as I look down at her. She’s so beautiful.
“What are you doing?” she asks, worry thick in her shaky voice.
“Making it so you only see me.”
Before she has a chance to talk, I melt my body into hers and cover her lips with mine. She groans and tightens her thighs around my waist, and I breathe her in, taking in her scent and taste. We’re still in our jeans, but I don’t care how far this goes as long as she doesn’t pull the plug on what’s happening right now. Even if this is as far as it goes tonight.
It’s crazy, and I can’t believe this is happening, but what’s more? I can’t believe it feels this good. Fallon’s looking at me differently, and I like it.
She kept glancing around, her worried eyes and shallow breaths probably filled with a thousand different voices telling her th
at what we were doing was wrong, but it wasn’t. It didn’t feel wrong. So that’s when I pulled the sheet over us.
We aren’t in her bedroom. My room is not across the hall. Our fucking parents’ bedroom isn’t six doors down, and we’re just getting to know each other for the first time. Without their bullshit. Her and me. Fallon and Madoc. No one else.
I touch my forehead to hers and hold her face, running my thumb over her lip ring.
Her chest rises and falls hard. “Madoc,” she gasps. “I—”
“Shhh.” I lift my head up and support myself on one arm. “Look at me, okay?”
Her troubled eyes hold mine, and her hands grasp my waist.
“This feels right, doesn’t it?” I ask, trying to calm her as I run the back of my fingers up her bare stomach. “This is okay?”
Her body shakes under my hand, and I reach down and slide my palm under her ass, holding her tight. “Don’t stop this,” I whisper, bringing my forehead back down to hers. “You started it. Please don’t stop now.”
“I…” She swallows. “Madoc, I…I’m scared.”
I smile to myself. “So am I,” I admit. “But I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”
I plant both arms on the pillow above her head and sink my lips into hers, holding her body close and feeling every inch of her heat. Her lips move with mine, kissing me back, and while I know that we have so much to be scared of, I don’t care. This is what I want. For the first time, it feels right.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else, Fallon,” I tell her again, lightly grinding between her legs.
She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Me neither,” she whispers.
***
I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to the bathroom mirror, wiping away the steam. Nerves knotted in my stomach, and I tried to ignore the sound of doors opening and closing in the house.
Our parents were up.
I’d left Fallon last night after she’d fallen asleep, and I felt like shit now. I didn’t know if I was supposed to stay, and I didn’t want her waking up alone after what we’d done last night, but I was afraid to fall asleep in case Addie walked in.
So I came back to my room and laid awake all night when I really just wanted to go back to her bed.
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