by Shafer, Gina
But apparently rules are made to be broken. I abandoned all of that at the first taste of tangy salsa and juicy meat wrapped in a toasty tortilla.
Not a word was spoken. It was all chewing and gulping the beer Nick got us to chill the heat from the food. It was a heavenly experience. I would do it all over again… right now.
“That was a religious experience.” I say, and he chuckles.
His lips have reddened from the spice, making them look like he just spent hours kissing me. I run my fingers across my lips, wondering if mine look the same. Nick’s eyes grow serious. He sits forward and takes the last sip of his beer, watching me. Then he stands, collects our trash, and dumps it in the can nearest us.
When he comes back, he leans down and whispers, “I need to get you alone. Like now.”
Shivers coarse down my body and moisture pools between my legs. I stand, linking my hand with his, and we stroll back the way we came. His car is parked near the stuffy restaurant, and I curse time itself that we’re not back at his place already.
Nick must have excellent control, because as soon as we make it to his car, he puts me in the front seat and buckles me up without lingering. He rounds the front of the car, gets in, and jams the key in the ignition.
I unclasp the seatbelt and take a risk. As quickly and as gracefully as I can, I move across the center console and straddle Nick. My dress rides up, and Nick catches a glimpse of my soaked panties.
“Oh, fuck. I did not just see that.” His hands glide up my thighs to my hips, raising my dress a little more. He looks again, knowing exactly what he’ll find. I stifle a moan as he pulls my panties aside.
“Whitley. What are you doing to me?” He pushes two fingers inside me, and his lips find mine. The sensation is jarring. His fingers fill me, and his tongue invades my mouth. I moan and roll my hips as he curves his fingers up, hitting the sweet spot.
I can hardly stand it. My breathing grows heavier and my lips quit working. He pulls back, staring at me while I ride the pleasure wave he’s created for me. His thumb circles my clit, and I stiffen. If he keeps going, I’m going to come. Right here in his car, in the middle of the street. I glance around us, checking the scene.
“You’re not getting shy now, are you?” His voice is loud in the small interior, and my cheeks turn red. He slows his movements, and I almost cry out. He pulls out and brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them. I almost convulse at the vision. As a matter of fact, I make a mental note to remember this forever.
I have to have him. All of him. I can’t wait any longer. I reach for his zipper, and he lets me. He even lets me move his boxers aside and pull out his heavy cock. I’m about to sheath his entire cock with my pussy when he stops me.
“Lets go home first. I want all of you. A quickie in the car isn’t good enough.”
His words are a jolt of electricity to my body. Holy shit. Was I really about to fuck Nick in a car for our first time? I slide back into my seat, deeply shaken.
I’ve never been so lost in passion and feeling and sensation that I lose track of my surroundings. I’ve never wanted someone so badly that I’m physically shaking with need.
I’ve never been here before. Navigating new territory is fucking terrifying.
Nick tucks himself back into his jeans and pulls out on the road. “Whatever you’re feeling Whitley, I’m feeling it too.”
I reach for his hand, needing some type of connection with him. I think he’s thankful, because he grips it tightly.
The tremors that run through me never cease. Not the entire drive home, and not for the few moments we sit in the car after we pull the car into the garage and he kills the engine.
“Do you want to come inside?” he asks after a beat.
I was so, so ready twenty minutes ago. I look at him. His handsomeness makes my heart ache. I grab his face and kiss him.
Except I feel like kissing him isn’t enough. Like even sex won’t be enough. It’s not close enough. Not deep enough. God, I want Nick deep. I’ve never had him, and yet it’s like I know exactly how it will be.
I’m scared that being with him will change my life. Or maybe I’m overhyping this shit. How good can sex really be? But I’ve never been afraid to take the first step before.
“Whitley…” he whispers against my lips, and my muscles tighten.
“Yes.” At first I worry that one word wasn’t audible enough for him to hear me.
“I’ve got to get Rose. I forgot to call her on the drive back,” he says.
Ice water poured into a frying pan is how I feel. I’m the frying pan.
I start to open the door, but he stops me. “Come with me, and then come home with me.”
My brows shoot up. He wants me to stay the night. And not only that, he wants everyone to know it too. “Your sister won’t be bothered?”
He thinks for a moment, which I love because he’s not just telling me what I want to hear. “I don’t think so, but I can ask her if you prefer.”
I nod. “I think that would be good.”
“Not a problem.”
This time it’s my turn to stop him from opening the door. “What about my dad?” I ask, fighting the urge to bite my fingernails into nubs.
“Do you think it will bother him?”
I honestly have no clue. He’s certainly been eager and enthusiastic about Nick and me dating I don’t want to be disrespectful, and I know Nick doesn’t either. But I am a grown woman, and if I want to have a sleepover with the man I’m dating, I shouldn’t have to hide that.
Oh fuck, maybe we should hide it.
He senses my anxiety. “What are you afraid of?”
I don’t think anyone has asked me that question since I was a child. “I think my greatest fear right now is letting them down.”
Nick dips his head in acknowledgement.
“I don’t want to bring any more stress into that house.”
“The best way to go about the situation is with full transparency. I’m in this, Whitley. I’m so fucking in this with you. I’m letting go of the wheel and I’m riding this path with you with everything I am. Are you with me too?”
I grip both his hands in mine and bring them to rest against my chest. I flatten his palms against my heart.
“I’m so in this with you, Nick.”
He gets out of the car, and I follow. We go over to my parents’ house, and I use my key to let myself in.
Rose and Dad are sitting on the couch, organizing old photos, and she’s giggling. It’s adorable. Dad holds up a photo of me in my Minnie Mouse bathing suit, with a yellow ducky pool float stuck around my hips. I must have been four or five, and I remember it vividly. I tried to fit into my younger cousin’s float, and I couldn’t get it off no matter how hard I yanked. Dad had to cut me out of it with his pocketknife. My cousin cried so hard, he had to buy him a new one.
I’m red faced and tear-stained in the picture. Dad squats next to me mid-laugh, clutching his belly.
I see the same look on his face now.
“Please don’t tell me you showed her the one from the first day of second grade,” I say as we join them.
“Oh please, that’s the first one I showed her.” Dad produces the photo. Nick takes a look and tries but fails miserably at hiding is surprise. I’m outside our old house, waiting for the bus. That morning I woke up to find my pet frog, Ranger, had died. I was devastated. I was in the middle of my “frogs are the best thing ever” phase. I dressed in head to toe frog print to honor his memory. Pink frog leggings, a yellow top with a Frogs are Cool! logo. Black froggy clips in my hair, and frog charms on the ends of my tennis shoe laces.
I hide my face as Dad tells the story to Nick.
“I loved Ranger!” I say, defending myself. We all laugh.
“We’d better get going,” Nick says, and Rose stands.
“Thanks for hanging out with me, kid.” Dad says.
Rose looks genuinely happy. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find the one you we
re looking for, Mr. Hadfield,” she says politely.
I almost ask Dad what it was he was looking for, but Nick says something to Rose that I miss, and everyone moves on.
“Mama asleep?” I ask Dad as Nick helps Rose gather her things.
“She got tired about an hour ago, so I got her in bed. Rose helped a little. She read your Mama a story while I got everything all sorted for her. Really was glad she was here,” h says, and I smile.
I had a feeling Rose would like it over here, and it suddenly hits me why I’ve done so well here. A sense of purpose. It does wonders.
I remind myself that Mom is slipping away, sleeping the days away more and more. I catch glimpses of the woman she used to be less and less often. One day, she’ll be gone. What will be my purpose then?
I shake off the thought and stand.
“You off to bed, Whitley?” Dad asks.
I hesitate but then remember Nick’s words. Full transparency. “Actually, I think I’m gonna head over to Nick’s for a while if you don’t need me,” I say.
“Okay,” he says through a yawn. “Just be sure you’re home to make waffles in the morning. Carol requested blueberry.” He smiles and kisses my cheek, says a quick goodbye to Nick and Rose, and goes off to bed.
I hold up a finger for them to wait a moment. “I’ve got to feed Coconut.”
“Can Coconut stay with me tonight?” Rose asks.
I scoop him up and hand him over to her. “Just be aware he’s a pillow hog.”
Nick and Rose help me carry Coconut’s things over to his house, and we set things up in her room. Coconut is all about the attention because he’s lying belly up on Rose’s bed, waiting for someone to pet him. Rose gives him a little scratch, and Coconut acts like he’s died and gone to heaven. She laughs.
She’s come a long way from the bratty girl who bitched me out on the beach.
I stand, satisfied with Coconut’s food and water tray, walk to the door. “Coconut, don’t take advantage of that sweet girl. She has to sleep too, so don’t expect her to pet you all night.” He ignores me, flicking his tail in my direction.
I sigh and close her door.
Nick glides up behind me, pressing himself against my ass. I flush as he purrs in my ear, “Mm, yeah, Coconut, leave taking advantage of sweet girls to me, because I happen to have a tooth-achingly sweet girl sleeping next to me all night.” He chuckles as he moves away, and I shiver.
Through all the commotion with Dad and Coconut, I almost forgot what Nick and I started earlier tonight. Now I’m eager to finish it.
Sleep be damned.
I am so glad I made the last-minute decision to bring over extra clothes. I step out of the Nick’s steaming hot shower and wrap myself in a towel. He has amazing towels. Absorbent and fluffy, like they’ve been washed more times than I could imagine.
I wrap my hair in another towel, because I feel like being extravagant. I dab on some of the unscented lotion he keeps on the counter, and I inspect the makeup removal job I completed in the shower.
Not too bad. Some leftover mascara, but that’s to be expected. I shake out my hair and finger comb the damp strands, then throw on the tank top and pajama shorts I brought. Not my sexiest outfit, but it didn’t occur to me to sneak over the hardcore lingerie.
Actually, it totally did. But I got scared I would drop the pile of clothes and my panties would go flying and my dad would have a heart attack and Nick’s sister would start gagging… so I decided to save that for another time.
I step out of the bathroom into Nick’s empty bedroom. A lamp on the nightstand dimly lights the space. The difference in temperature here, as opposed to in the bathroom, makes me shiver. I climb under the covers and try to warm up.
I study Nick’s most intimate space. Did he decorate it himself? It’s got that same dark walnut flooring and molding as the rest of the house. The furniture is simple and understated, and the walls are painted a muted gray-blue. It’s peaceful, reminding me of the sky on an overcast day.
Nick appears, towel-drying his hair. He’s shirtless and wears a pair of soft black shorts that go to his knees.
“Are you cold?” he asks with a smirk.
“Not anymore.”
He flicks the lamp off, and the room is shrouded in darkness. Like pitch black, can’t see your hand in front of your face. I feel the bed dip as he gets into bed beside me. He caresses my legs, moving up slowly until he reaches my hips.
“I can’t see you,” I complain.
“I know. I want to rely on my hands and my mouth and my cock to please you. I want to get in tune with your breathing and feel when you’re about to lose it. Fuck, just imagining it drives me wild.” He moves on top of me and grinds.
I want to cry out, but I don’t.
He teases my nipple over my shirt, pinching lightly as he kisses me. Every roll of his of his hips drives me more wild. For a moment I fear I may come just from this. I’m panting and squirming under him and he knows just what I need.
The earlier chill has worn off, and I can’t wait for him to take off my clothes. He pulls on my panties, and I lift myself enough that he can remove them. He kisses the inside of my bent knee, traveling up until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
In the dark, room, I cover my face with my hands in anticipation.
His tongue teases my sweetest spot, and my toes clench. I grip his sheets. Without warning, he moves down and spears me. It feels so good, I want to scream.
He takes me to the peak and then disappears. My eyes fly open, but I see nothing. I feel him over me again, but now he’s slow, careful, and his heart is beating so hard, I can feel it against my chest.
We fumble the rest of my clothes off and toss them on the floor. He gets off the bed, and I hear a drawer open. I can’t be sure, but I feel like he’s thinking the same thing I am: why didn’t we have a condom ready?
I hear the familiar rip of foil and then he’s back in bed with me, giving me a quick kiss. The room is suddenly blinded with light.
He winces. “I needed to see your face.”
“I’m okay, but my eye doctor will kill you if you caused permanent damage. He always tells me I have textbook corneas.” This make Nick chuckle.
He kisses me again. I roll on top of him, straddling his waist. I grind my bare pussy against his sheathed cock and lose myself to the sensation.
“Fuck, Whitley, you’re soaked.”
I blush, but not in a demure way. I don’t feel scandalized. I feel praised and I want more. I lift, balancing on my knees as Nick’s hardness aligns itself with my entrance.
He sits up, holding me by the waist. I’m thrown back into our passionate moment in the car earlier tonight. Same position.
I’m shaking as I lower myself onto him. He holds me still as the top of his cock stretches me. Nick is a huge guy. He’s tall and muscular and all around massive, and his dick didn’t miss the memo. The most delicious fullness hits me. He’s barely halfway in, and I already feel like there isn’t a lick of space left inside me for him to fit into.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he huffs out.
In one swift thrust, he pushes himself in to the hilt. I arch back, breathless with pleasure.
“I knew it would be like this,” I say.
He kisses down my neck. “Like what, baby?”
Have you ever felt like you were having a sexual experience that changed your life, and you realized it as it was happening? That lightheaded, body trembling feeling like you’ll never get enough. That the race to the finish line and the orgasm didn’t even matter?
“Life changing,” I blurt out.
He looks at me. I mean really fucking looks at me. His eyes bore into me as he fucks me from the bottom. He holds of my hips slams into me. I struggle to stay quiet as he takes me higher and higher.
He watches me break with a quick little roll of his thumb over my clit. I feel it, the moment I know I can’t hold back any longer. I want him deep. I want him to stay there and keep me
full as I clench around him. It starts in my center and spreads from there. The toe clenching, eye-rolling, skin pebbling feeling that most women are familiar with. He flips me, pulling me under him and I crest. It’s a quiet orgasm that stuns me. One where you can only articulate the lightest sounds of pleasure as the tingly bliss burns through your veins.
“You come like a goddess,” he says thrusting. He’s gentler now that I’m nearly boneless beneath him.
I have nothing and everything to say all at once. Fuck, I’ve never had an orgasm leave me so damn broken. I want to cry and I want to sing.
He moans when I slide my tongue against his, and I remember he’s chasing his high. I reach down and feel the weight of his balls as he grinds inside me. He exposes his neck. I pull plant kisses over his throat, licking and nibbling on the skin.
I grip the base of his hard length while he slows inside me. “Oh god, Whitley. I—I’m gonna fucking come if you do that.”
He spears so deeply I can’t hold onto him anymore. I let go of him and he notices. With his other hand he grabs my arms and wraps them around his neck.
He raises my leg and rests it on his shoulder. “Hold on, baby.”
He gets even deeper this way. The head of his cock rubs against that spot deep inside me, and he brushes my clit over and over.
I shatter. I feel every piece of myself break and come back together as I come. I’m completely open. He shivers. His dick thickens just before he explodes inside me. I milk him with my inner muscles, and he buries his face in my neck.
We’re just shells of ourselves for a moment. Deep breaths and little moans as we realize the full extent of where we just pushed our bodies. I circle my middle finger along Nick’s lower back and he kisses my shoulder.
He pulls out of me slowly, and we both groan as our sensitized bodies cry out in protest.
“That was. I have no words to describe what that was. ” Nick stumbles over his words, still trying to catch his breath as he lifts himself off the bed and removes the condom. He ties it off and tosses it in the wastebasket beside his bed. I sit up and cover myself with the duvet. Now that he’s not on top of me, I’m cold again.