by T. Torrest
His cerulean eyes looked right into mine as he raised his glass in a toast.
“To Layla. A girl who never stops surprising me.”
My heart just about broke out of my ribcage, but I managed to clink his glass and smile.
“So, what now? We gonna roast marshmallows?” he asked, trying to keep the mood light.
I had no idea if he truly knew what I was up to. Thinking about it made my heart race and turned my palms sweaty. I tried to maintain the conversation along with the grip on my glass. “It’s nice here, right? Lisa and I found this place years ago, but I haven’t been up here in a while.”
Trip took a sip before answering, “It’s great. I’ve hiked the trails through here a bunch of times, but I never came down this way.” He shook his head and laughed out, “I still can’t believe you hauled all this stuff up here on your own.”
“I’m a girl of many talents.”
“Yeahyouare.”
I gave him a shy smile and then promptly changed the subject. “Are you mad that we’re missing Rymer’s party?”
Trip stretched out on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “How could I possibly be mad? Layla, this is awesome.”
“You think Rymer’s gonna be mad?”
He smoothed a hand over my knee and then kissed it. A shudder ran through me at the intimacy of that. He raised his mischievous cobalt eyes and asked quietly, “Layla. Did you really bring me up here just so we could spend our whole night talking about Rymer, for chrissakes?”
Chapter 37
LET HIM HAVE IT
Trip rolled onto his stomach and continued to slide his hands up my legs, his fingertips grazing my thighs at the hem of my skirt while peppering my knees with soft kisses.
My heart did that slamming thing again, watching him kiss me so tenderly and feeling his hands running along the outside of my legs. I combed my fingers through the golden hair above his ear, my palm coming to rest on his nape.
That was all the invitation he needed.
He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me underneath his body, my skirt bunching up above my legs in the process. I could feel the weight of him on top of me and the iron-like vise of his strong arm wrapped around my middle as he lowered his mouth to mine.
There was a sweet taste of wine on his lips mingled with his hot breath and within seconds I was yielding to the perfection of it all. I wrapped my arms around him and I guessed the knee-kissing had gotten him all worked up ahead of time, because I could already feel him harden against me as his mouth opened over mine.
Making out with Trip was always like this. My love for him combined with his hunger for me, the force of which made for spontaneous combustion, this unstoppable thing between the two of us.
I felt myself spinning, wrapping my legs around him and pressing back, and when I heard the moan escape from his throat, I was lost. So lost, in fact, that I hadn’t realized he’d pulled the top of my dress down and was working the clasp on my front-closure bra. I peeled off his shirt before his mouth made its way to my breasts, cupping them with his hands as he licked and played and tormented me with his tongue.
Out of nowhere, his movement stopped.
My eyes flung open in a panic, sure that he’d found my half-naked body revolting, and I looked down to see his chin resting against my chest as he stared up at me. “What?” I asked, anxiety-ridden.
He gave me an evil grin, which, thank God, managed to dispel my insecurities- my fear over his abrupt halt to our makeout session was replaced with instant relief. But then he shocked me all over again when he said, “Take off your clothes. I want to try something.”
I suppressed my astonishment as I watched Trip army-crawl over to the corner of the tent before stripping off my dress and bra under the covers. For the time being, the panties were staying put.
Trip came back, kneeling over me with the half-emptied bottle of wine, and the sight of him hovering over me shirtless was positively dumbfounding. Before I had a chance to process that, he pulled the blanket down, exposing me to my waist.
“Trip!” I said in embarrassed surprise, reaching down to cover myself up.
His grip on the blanket tightened, denying me. “No. I want to look at you.”
I was feeling incredibly exposed, but thankfully, it was pretty dark inside our tent. Besides, when Trip Wilmington tells you to take off your clothes, you don’t think about it. You just do it. And if he tells you he wants to look at you? You thank your lucky stars that he must see something about you that he likes. You lie there, trying to act laid-back, as if getting naked with the eighth wonder of the world is an everyday occurrence for you. You send up prayers of gratitude to the gods of good fortune... and then you let him look.
His smile was wicked as his eyes ran the length of me. Without another word he bent over to kiss me again, as his hand trailed down the center length of my body from my lips down to my belly button, searing me in half. He raised himself up and before I knew it, he’d drizzled some wine into the hollow of my throat; the cool, gold liquid forming a rivulet down the same path his hand had just taken. He put the bottle down and lowered his lips and tongue to my neck, tasting the droplets away with his hungry mouth. He took his time, working his way from my throat, down the center of my chest, kissing and licking all the way down to my abdomen.
I giggled when his tongue tickled my belly button, which made him laugh, too. I took the opportunity to skootch down and kiss him on the lips, before announcing that it was my turn.
Trip stretched out on his stomach and I tipped the bottle, drizzling a stripe down his back. I started kissing him between his shoulder blades and followed the route of his spine with my tongue. The wine had pooled into a little well at the small of his back, which I licked away from his jeans as I ran my hands over the muscles at his shoulders. He gave a grunting laugh, obviously enjoying his torment.
I thought it was so incredibly exotic what we were doing to each other, leisurely sipping wine from one another’s skin. Like we were some sophisticated married couple vacationing at a five-star hotel on the Riviera and not just two kids in a tent out in the woods of Jersey. It felt so wild and thrilling and so extremely grown-up, the two of us there alone, tasting each other like it was the most familiar thing in the world. I mean, it’s not like I thought grown-ups spent all their free time drinking booze off of each other’s naked bodies, but I definitely felt like Trip’s and my makeout session was a little more intimate than just your average pair of teenagers, getting drunk off a bottle of Boonsfarm and necking out in the woods. I didn’t think the effect would have been quite so drugging had we cracked open a few cans of Meister Braus before sticking our tongues down each other’s throats.
Trip rolled over and threw an arm around me, taking my body underneath his before burying his head in my neck. His mouth was at my ear, his hands were everywhere else. I was starting to feel the slight effects of the alcohol, but not enough to deaden my encroaching nervousness about the situation. I kept thinking that at any moment, my panties were destined to join my dress in a pile in the corner and then there’d be no turning back from there.
I made myself remember that that was the reason I’d brought him there in the first place and the thought fortified my resolve. I put my hands at the side of his face and he took the cue, sliding his body up the span of mine and kissing my mouth again. But this time, he pressed his hardened length so intimately between my legs that I thought we’d both go up in flames.
I knew things were moving too fast, but I didn’t stop him. The more he moved against me, the more I convinced myself I wanted him to. I didn’t recognize my own hands as I watched them unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down his zipper. His hands were braced on either side of my head, his face trying to gauge just what in the hell I was doing. His eyes were dark, wild, questioning, searching.
“Layla?” he scratched out, one word asking if this was really happening. Asking for permission.
I ran my hands up his
chest in answer and met his eyes with my own. Wordlessly, silently, he found confirmation there and quickly went about the task of stripping the rest of the way down. I slipped out of my panties as Trip maneuvered himself on top of me, under the blanket.
His mouth was at my breast and my hands were in his hair as he fumbled with the condom out of my sight. I thanked God that Trip had one in his wallet. It was the one thing I hadn’t taken care of ahead of time, assuming that guys just always carried those things on them at all times. Thankfully, it turned out I was right in this case. I hadn’t registered what a gamble that had been until after he’d put it on.
By then, my heart was beating like mad, my nerves were a tangled mess. Instead of allowing myself to appreciate how awesome it felt to have Trip kissing me, touching me, melting for me, my brain refused to turn off. Normally, making out with Trip was amazing. Feeling his lips and body pressed against me was the most insanely remarkable experience in the world. But this time, all I could think about was how every kiss, every touch was leading us toward a much bigger destination, and I was terrified.
As freaked out as I was, it would have completely sucked to have come all the way up there just to not have sex. So I had no illusions about what was going to happen.
Chapter 38
TREMORS
Once he got positioned, the reality of the situation hit me like a bag of bricks. Things had suddenly become very real, and instead of acting like the irresistible vixen I’d assumed I’d play, I was suddenly struck by the magnitude of what we were going to be doing.
I didn’t get to think too much about it, because the next thing I knew, Trip was inside me.
Damn! It really hurt!
It felt so awkward and painful and my body flinched and I gritted out, “Ow!” but Trip must have thought I was moaning in ecstasy or something because he started making noises of his own against my ear. I tried telling myself to relax... I figured I was only in pain because I was so tensed up and panicky. But instead, my traitorous body started to rack with uncontrollable trembling and I could not, for the life of me, make it stop. Trip was kissing me, his tongue buried in my mouth, his erection buried between my legs, when he finally registered my frazzled nerves and asked, “Are you alright?”
How to explain? I dragged him up there, I planned the whole night, I wanted this to happen. There was no way to turn back now. Not that I wanted to, but it was just that I was so scared at that moment. “I’m fine.”
He went back to kissing me, but the shivering wouldn’t stop. He raised his torso above me on unsteady arms. “Layla, you’re shaking. You sure you’re alright?”
I thought about tossing out a line like, “Better than alright” or some such movie nonsense, but the truth was, I wasn’t prepared for my first time to be that uncomfortable; after only one short minute into my life as a non-virgin, it felt like I was being ripped in two.
I decided to be honest. “Trip, I’m sorry. I want this to happen, I really do. I just... It’s just that I’m so nervous!”
Trip slid out of me with a grunt and rolled over, but still he pressed close against my side. He pulled the blanket up around us, trying to get me to stop shaking. “Don’t be sorry. It’s our first time together.” He let out a little laugh and continued, “I mean, truth be told, I’m a little nervous, too. Was I rushing it?”
I put an arm across my face to stop myself from crying at the sweetness of his words. “God, no, Trip, not at all. You’re...”
Amazing. Incredible.
“...You’re doing everything right, really. I guess I’m just freaked out because it’s my first time, you know?”
Trip started to say that it was alright, but then abruptly, he sat up just then and looked at me.
“Wait. You mean our first time, right? As in you and I have never done this with each other, right?”
I looked at Trip like he was from another planet. What, did he think I’d been sleeping around? “What do you mean?”
“I mean Cooper Benedict, Layla. Don’t try and tell me you guys never-”
His face changed just then as his jaw went slack and understanding dawned across the rest of his features. “Oh, Jesus. You’re telling me that this is, that you and me, that you never-”
“Yeah,” I said, embarrassed. “I thought you knew.”
He let out with a heavy breath and then settled back in against my side. He threw an arm across my waist and pulled me close against him, whispering in my ear, “Layla, I’m so sorry. I would have- I wouldn’t have just- Jesus! I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
My body had stopped shuddering by then, but the tenderness of his apology and the way he was holding me started the tears flowing. I swiped at my face, trying to disguise my emotional outburst. Jeez, I’d gone from sex kitten to bundle of nerves to weeping crybaby inside of five minutes. Trip was going to think I was psychotic. “Don’t be sorry. You were great, really. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before. I just thought you knew.”
“I should have known. Layla, I never- Babe, wait. Are you crying?”
I answered without thinking, “No,” which was an obvious lie.
Trip rolled over, angling the top half of his body over mine, looking me in the eyes.
“Oh, God. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He dropped his face to mine, kissing my tears away, whispering his apologies over and over again. His lips found mine, kissing me so gently, so sweetly.
He peppered his kisses with softly spoken avowals of affection, everything from “I’m sorry” to “I’m an idiot” to “Did I hurt you?” But the one that really got me, the one that just about completely killed me, was when he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and whispered, “You know I’m crazy about you, right?”
And then I knew.
I looked into his eyes- those searching, hopeful, beautiful blue eyes- and I knew that at least for that one night... he was mine. Even if he didn’t admit it out loud, even if it wasn’t forever, even if it was just for that one moment- that one glorious, blessed moment- Trip Wilmington had actually fallen in love with me.
The sweetness of his words, combined with the gentleness of his lips should have broken me, sent me into a full-on bawling fit. But instead, the endearments served to melt me in a way his hands and mouth had tried to just moments before. I felt myself heating up again, back on the Trip Wilmington roller coaster ride all over again.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back, loving the feel of his bare skin against mine. He tangled his hands in my hair as I lightly raked my nails over his back and I could feel him harden again. It didn’t freak me out this time. It felt empowering, the way I could turn him on so easily just by kissing him, touching him, drive him crazy. His tongue plunged into my mouth, his hands touching every part of me within reach and I met his hunger, grasping his shoulders and arching my back toward his body, writhing against him with that familiar, aching need.
He buried his head in my neck before I heard him whisper, “Ah. There’s my girl,” the sound of his throaty laugh sending shivers down my spine, this time in a good way. I kissed him then, hot and searching, my mind and body giving over to him completely, my fears crumbling against the assault of his sweet mouth against mine.
His palm cupped my breast before replacing his roving hand with his lips, his expert mouth drawing its tip between his teeth lightly, teasing me, slaying me with his gifted tongue. Just when I thought I was going to die, he moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. The feel of his mouth on my bare skin was phenomenal, turning every inch of my body into a quivering mass of pure sensation, my nerve endings on the verge of exploding.
I almost passed out when his fingers slid between my thighs, gently easing one into me, sending a hot current through my body, every molecule threatening to detonate. I pressed myself against his hand, which sent us both completely over the edge, Trip’s body doubling over, his raspy voice breaking when he laughed and begged, “Jesus, stop moving or I’m no
t gonna make it! You’re killing me.”
Ha! I was killing him? How enthralling, knowing I was able to do that!
There I was, Layla Warren: Sex Goddess.
I’d managed the unthinkable task of turning Trip Wilmington into a defenseless, panting piece of mortal flesh. I guessed he was human after all and it made me love him all the more. And being wrapped up in the arms of someone you love is just about the greatest feeling in the whole wide world. I finally understood why sex was such a big deal. Because at that moment, all I could think about was how I wanted to be as close to him as possible, to feel him inside me- wanting me, making love with me.
There was no room for nervousness this time as he positioned his body over me again and aligned his hips over mine, his hardened length straining toward my body, waiting this time, excruciating, unyielding, holding out with a torture that consumed us both.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, crushing us closer together, surprising him with the effect my movement had on him. He lifted his face just long enough to shoot an impressed look my way, which had the intended result of cracking me up.
“Oh, just do it already!” I laughed out, and Trip didn’t wait for me to change my mind. He slid into me slowly, checking my reaction every centimeter along the way. Huh. It didn’t hurt so much this time. It still felt weird, but once he was all the way in there and started to move inside me, it actually started to feel... pretty good.
Then, it started to feel really good.
And then, it started to feel amazing!
He started driving into me at a steady pace and I was able to match his movements with my own, raising my hips toward his demanding cadence. I could hear him breathing hard against my ear, aching, dying for me, causing me to lose my mind. I decided to return the favor, offering some noises of my own. When I did, Trip started trembling all over, wrapping his arms around me like a vise and ramming into me rhythmically; faster, harder. I probably should have been in some state of orgasmic euphoria or something, but what I was really consumed with at that moment was how fascinating it really was. Like, you hear about sex all the time, but there we were, actually doing it! We were having sex!