by Blair Grey
I suddenly started to doubt that the food was the only reason she had come here tonight. But surely, she hadn’t come here to fool around?
“I didn’t mind ‘getting stuck with you,’” I told her.
“Still, Nicole shouldn’t have deserted me. Especially not for a guy she doesn’t even like.”
“Is he her latest fling?” I asked, laughing.
“Yeah. She said the sex is great, but the guy is totally boring.”
“Guess that’s why she decided to start the night with you,” I pointed out. “Anyway, I wasn’t complaining.”
“I realized,” Belle said. “But I wanted to make sure you know I don’t make a habit of getting drunk and sleeping in random guys’ beds. Not that ending up in your bed was entirely random.” She winked at me.
I finished my burger and wiped my fingers off, suddenly struck by the desire to kiss her. To stop her silly apologies, if nothing else. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and turned her face toward mine, pressing my lips firmly against hers.
I didn’t want to press my luck by pushing my tongue into her mouth, as much as I would have liked to, but I felt a little shudder go through her even at that simple, chaste kiss. She made a soft noise and opened her mouth, practically begging me for more.
I pulled back, grinning at her, and went back to eating my fries.
“Seriously?” Belle asked, sounding unimpressed.
“Finish your dinner, then we’ll talk,” I said teasingly.
Belle groaned. “I don’t want to talk.”
“What do you want?”
“You,” Belle said immediately, her voice breathy. “You know that. I’ve never been any good at hiding it.”
“Why now?”
“Because,” she said impatiently. “I guess I just kept thinking that if I waited long enough, he would change. That he would realize that I had grown up and that he would let me have a little fun. But if anything, it feels like he’s getting worse. He doesn’t even like it when I hang out with Nicole.”
I chuckled. “That’s because he thinks Nicole is going to corrupt you,” I said. “I can totally see where he’s coming from, there.”
Belle snorted. “Yeah, okay.” She paused. “I guess I’m just trying to say that maybe a little corruption wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
We had both finished eating by this point. I wondered if she was saying what I thought she was saying. “Are you asking me to corrupt you?”
“Please,” Belle said.
I stared at her for a long moment. God, I could never get over how beautiful she was. And now, staring at me in earnest like that, looking for all the world like she really did want me to corrupt her, I was powerless to stop myself.
I leaned in and kissed her again. This time, she opened her mouth almost immediately, and I slid my tongue against hers, reveling in her moan. She shifted on the couch, turning into me, her breast brushing against my arms. I could already feel all the blood rushing straight to my groin, making me forget what a terrible idea this was.
At least, until her phone started ringing.
I groaned as she pulled away. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “Seriously?” She answered it, though. “Hello?” Then, she hung up, almost immediately. “Telemarketer,” she said, rolling her eyes.
I laughed and shook my head. But when she tried to kiss me again, I put a hand on her lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked.
Belle turned away from me, looking dejected. “It’s probably not a good idea,” she admitted. “I just can’t help it.”
I lightly stroked her hair. When she turned to me, biting her lower lip, I wasn’t sure that I could help it, either. I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her toward me again, kissing her hard. We’d danced around each other for years now, both of us too scared to admit how much we each wanted the other. Now, that flared into a fiery kiss that made my whole body sit up and take notice of her.
I slid my hands down her back, wishing I could pull her even closer to me. What I really wanted was to strip off those layers of fabric between us, to lead her into my bedroom and lay her out on the sheets.
I wasn’t sure how far she intended things to go, though.
We made out for what seemed like forever. I palmed myself through my jeans, desperate for some sort of relief. Immediately, Belle batted my hand away, replacing it with her own. I groaned, dropping my forehead to her collarbone. "What are you trying to do? Make me cum in my jeans like a teenager?” I asked. I couldn’t find the breath to laugh about it.
Belle didn’t laugh, either. Instead, she was intensely serious as she turned my face up toward hers. “I’d prefer that you came all over me, actually,” she said boldly.
It felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. “Fuck,” I said, shaking my head.
“Yes, please,” Belle said.
“You ever done this before?”
Belle shrugged. “I’ve fooled around a little, but I’ve never gone all the way,” she admitted, sounding suddenly nervous. “Is that a problem?”
I stared at her. A couple locks of hair had escaped from her braid while we made out, and now they tumbled over her shoulders. I brushed some of that golden hair back, my fingers lingering against the shell of her ear. I could see the way she trembled.
On the one hand, I wanted to slow things down. To take my time with her. To build a real relationship. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure that I would ever get an opportunity like this again. If Ray found out that she had been out again tonight, he’d probably lock her up and put bars on all her windows, and when it really came down to it, hadn’t we waited long enough? I trusted her to know what she wanted. She was a grown adult and capable of making her own choices.
I stood up slowly, taking her hands in mine, still gazing seriously into her eyes, and led her to my bedroom.
12
Belle
I hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly with Will. To be honest, I hadn’t even been sure he would invite me in. The way he’d stared at me when he opened the door, once he’d realized I hadn’t come there with some sort of bad news, I’d thought with a sinking feeling that he was going to turn me away, food and all.
I’d been surprised when he sat close beside me on the couch. There was no way he needed to be that close to me, and he must have seen through the food and realized what I had really come there for. That made me nervous, but not enough so that I wanted to leave. The air was practically fizzing between the two of us. A little voice inside my head screamed at me to do something, anything.
But the next thing I knew, Will was admitting he wanted me. And then we were kissing, and now…
Apparently, we were going to bed together. That thought made butterflies erupt in my body. I had never done this before. What if he thought I was terrible at it? What if he never wanted to see me again? I suddenly wished I had asked Nicole for some tips.
God, Nicole. She was going to be so pleased when she found out about this.
I turned my attention back to the matter at hand, trying to calm down the butterflies in my stomach. Will smiled gently at me, putting some of those nerves at ease. He slowly undid the buttons on my dress, letting it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Usually, I’d stop and pick it up, folding it so that it wouldn't get wrinkles, but I guess usually I wasn’t about to fall into bed with a man.
Sure enough, I was quickly distracted from all thoughts of my dress as Will slipped his arms around me and pulled me into another kiss. His calloused fingertips ran across my smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Who knew I could get this turned on by something as simple as a kiss? But I could feel heat puddling between my legs, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into Will, my legs feeling like Jell-O. He grinned against my lips and pulled back, giving me a gentle push toward the bed.
I slowly lay down on it, watching as Will pulled off both his shirt and jeans, letting them fall to the floor with my dress
. Clad only in his boxers, he joined me on the bed. Lust zinged through me as naked skin brushed against naked skin.
Still, Will continued to merely make out with me, his hands not going any lower than my hips. I wiggled against him, impatient for more. Will grinned again, nipping at my lower lip. When my back arched up off the bed, he reached deftly around behind me and removed my bra. I trembled as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin below my earlobe. He moved them lower, working along my jaw and down my neck, as his hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingertips.
It still wasn’t enough. As much as I wanted this to last, as much as I had waited for this, I felt impatient. I needed more. I needed to cum. My whole body felt overheated and oversensitive, every nerve on fire. When Will’s mouth reached my breast, his lips hot against the dusky center of it, I cried out, unable to help myself.
Will smirked at me, but he moved his lips back toward mine, bringing a hand down between my legs and pushing my panties halfway down my thighs before sliding a finger into me. I rocked down on that finger, needing to feel him deeper. Needing more, always more.
He added another finger, and I gasped as he split them inside of me. He continued to work those fingers inside of me, dragging them down my walls, making me writhe against the bed. I twisted my hands in the sheets, feeling as though I might fly apart into a thousand pieces.
I’d fooled around before, but it had never felt like this. There was something calculated about Will’s actions, like he knew exactly how to work my body to get me to the best bliss possible. I supposed that was also the benefit of sleeping with someone I wanted this badly. The couple of experiments I’d had in the past had been people that Nicole had set me up with spontaneously when Dad had been out of town. They were all attractive, but they weren’t guys I knew like I knew Will.
It’s like Will knew exactly what made me tick.
I moaned, clinging to his tattooed arms as his fingers found a spot inside of me I had never realized existed. “Right there,” I whispered. “Right there, right there.”
Will grinned at me, hitting that spot again and again, until suddenly, with a loud cry, I came, my body shaking at the electric feelings of desire coursing through me.
For a moment, my whole world narrowed to his fingers. And then, just as suddenly, my full awareness spiked, until I was aware of every place that his body came into contact with mine, until it was almost too much. My vision flashed white behind my closed eyelids. I didn’t even remember my eyes falling closed.
Suddenly, my body went lax against the sheets. I managed to gasp in a much-needed breath. And when, exactly, had I forgotten how to breathe?
I laughed a little, my whole body feeling good. I forced my eyes open.
Will had rolled off to the side, propped up on his elbow as he watched me, a smile on his face. “Feel good?” he asked, a warm rumble. His fingers were still tracing patterns on my skin, and I shivered, the sensation almost too much.
I couldn’t seem to find words to answer his question, so instead, I linked my hands behind his neck and pulled him into another kiss. As we broke apart, though, I raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that all you’ve got?” I asked.
Will laughed. “You seemed to like that pretty well.”
“I did,” I agreed. “But that’s not what I came here for.” I reached a hand down between us and grasped his cock, sliding my hand up and down his length. God, he was thicker than I’d imagined he would be. For a moment, I felt a silly flutter of worry: would he fit inside of me? But that was what he’d been doing by plunging his fingers inside of me, wasn’t it? Opening me up, getting me all ready for him.
Will’s brows knit together. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said immediately. “One hundred percent.”
Will sucked in a breath. “Thank fuck,” he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
He leaned over me, grabbing his wallet off the bedside table and flipping it open. He tore the foil condom wrapper open with his teeth and pulled it expertly down his length. He lined himself up at my entrance, giving me a long, heated look. Although he didn’t ask me again if I was sure about this, I knew he was giving me one more chance to change my mind, to decide I wanted to stop.
I appreciated that, but I had absolutely no desire to stop. I’d been waiting for this for long enough. And even though I’d felt, just after I came, that I was fully contented, that my lust was slaked and my body sated, I was already starting to feel prickles of lust course through me again. No, we still weren’t done here. I wanted more.
I wrapped my legs around Will’s waist, digging my heels into the small of his back and urging him forward.
He pushed into me slowly, inch by inch, as I gasped and twisted beneath him. It was so much more than I could ever expect, but even though it hurt, the stretch of it burning through my body, it also felt good in ways I couldn’t describe.
Will was perfect, too, and if I’d had any doubts about this, which I hadn’t, they would be gone now. He was infinitely patient with me, giving me time to adjust before he started moving again, distracting me with soft kisses to my lips, my jaw, my neck. He nibbled at my collarbone, and a flare of warm pleasure spread through me.
He began to move in earnest, and I tried to match his movements, so that each thrust of his hit deeper and deeper, until oh. He slammed into that spot he’d found with his questing fingers, only this time, it was even more intense. This time, it only took a couple smooth thrusts before I was cumming again.
It felt as though every muscle in my body squeezed tight before relaxing again. Except for the walls of my hole, which continued to flutter around him, clenching and unclenching and clenching again as Will continued to use me in search of his own relief. I sobbed, overcome with pleasure, relief, overwhelming happiness, warmth. Security. I felt safe there with Will.
I forced my eyes open, my fingers finding his, just in time to see his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth falling open on a hoarse groan. His member throbbed inside of me, pulsing and twitching as he came as well. He bent his head down, pressing his forehead against mine. We were sticky with sweat, but I didn’t even care. I ran my hands down Will’s slick back, wanting to hold him there against me for another moment, not wanting this to end.
But eventually, Will took a deep breath and sighed, rolling to his side. He fumbled off the condom and tied it off, throwing it somewhere in the direction of the trash can on the far side of his bedside table.
After another moment, he rolled toward me, putting his head on his arm, smiling at me as his other hand came to rest on my navel. “Well,” he said.
I giggled. “Well,” I agreed.
“Was that okay?” Will asked. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m better than okay,” I said, stretching, unable to wipe the smile off my face. There was a bit of a nagging cramp in my abdomen, but it was a nice reminder. My first time.
I felt surprisingly tired. I would have happily stayed there forever. All I wanted right then was to curl into Will’s side and cuddle until we both fell asleep. To wake up with him the next morning. I was tempted, almost, to call Dad and tell him I was “staying over at Nicole’s” again. But I didn’t think he would buy that excuse again. And he might even go so far as to swing by on his way home from poker to see if I was telling the truth.
As much as I wanted to stay, I didn’t want Will to get into trouble because of me. Especially not because I was hoping that there would be some way to do this again. Fuck, I felt so good. I had never imagined that it could be like this.
“What are you thinking?” Will asked, sounding amused. “I can practically see the gears turning.”
I groaned and turned toward him. “I don’t want to go,” I sighed. “But I also know I have to.”
Will smiled and leaned over to kiss my forehead, brushing back some of my hair, his hand lingering against my cheek. “For what it’s worth, I don’t want you to go, either,” he said.
Emboldened, I
said, “You should come by the diner more often. We could see each other more.”
Will sighed. “We have to be careful,” he said, as though I didn’t know that. “We can’t let anyone know that we’re, you know. Involved.”
“I know,” I said, but I was too relaxed and too contented to sound as peeved as I wanted to. I knew he wasn’t saying it like that to be a jerk. He was just reminding me that we needed to be careful. If he hadn’t said something, I probably would have said it to him.
Still. “Does that mean you won’t come see me?” I asked.
Will grinned. “I’ll see what I can do,” he promised. “I’d kind of rather have you come visit me here, like this, though. So that I can do this.” He started trailing kisses down the length of my body, getting closer and closer to the intimate spot between my legs.
Finally, I gasped and pushed his head away. “If you don’t stop that now, we’re going to have to go for another round,” I said.
“What’s wrong with that?” Will smirked at me as he kissed the tender skin of my palm and the inside of my wrist.
I shuddered, trying desperately to remind myself of what my protests were. “If I cum again like I have been, there’s no way I’m going to be able to walk home,” I warned him. “I’m going to pass out here again.”
Will sighed and dropped back on the bed. “Fair enough,” he said, grinning at me. “As much as I would like that, we probably don’t want to worry your dad again.”
“Probably not,” I agreed, forcing myself up out of bed. I located my panties tangled up toward the bottom of my bed and pulled those on, followed by my bra and my slightly crumpled dress. Then, I went back to the bed and kissed Will lightly on the lips, drawing back before it could become too heated. I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted to get right back in bed with him, but I had to be strong.
“I’ll see you soon,” I murmured against Will’s lips.