“No. I don't want you to stop. But I have to tell you that I’m still quite new at this.”
He’s about to say something and I know he’ll probably back out of this, so I tell him the truth.
“With new, I mean that I’ve done it just once before. And honestly it wasn't great. But Knox, I like you. A lot. And I want you, if you want me.”
I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I open my heart like this to him: what I just told him, lets him in more than just letting him between my legs and inside my body.
Because it lets him into my heart and gives him the chance to hurt me, if he turns me down.
He scoots back up, and he kisses me with a gentle passion and an abandon that I’ve never felt before.
“I like you too, Aubrey. Way more than I’ve ever liked any other girl. And I want you so much right now, that I feel like I could explode if I don't get to be inside of you. But I need to know if you're sure. If you need more time, I—”
“No. I want you too.”
“I have condoms downstairs, in my wallet.”
I open the drawer in my nightstand and pass him a single condom.
I admit that I bought some after I was with Teague, thinking that I might be with him again.
Or with Knox.
They both know that I’m seeing them both, or at least I was until earlier on.
Knox takes the little square of foil and places it next to him on the mattress.
He scoots back down and starts kissing the sensitive skin of my lower belly again, descending all the way down to my centre.
While Teague did a lot of teasing, Knox grabs my hips and starts kissing the spot that made me feel so fucking good when Teague finally found it.
He seems to know exactly what to do, how much pressure to apply and how to lick and suck at that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He quickly brings me right on the edge of a very powerful orgasm and as I start to feel myself drift away, he whispers against my skin.
“Let go, sweet girl.”
Knox
SHE TASTES SO FUCKING good!
And her sexy blue eyes are fixed onto mine when she comes, writhing under my tongue.
I love this bold side of her, it turns me on so damn much!
I keep my mouth on her until she stops moving and her breathing calms down and then I move up to whisper in her ear.
“That was so hot, pretty girl. And I want you so much that it hurts but only if you're sure. If you wanna stop, I swear I’m not gonna be mad at you.”
I’m trying to treat her right, not to reject her, and I hope she understands that.
“I’m sure, Knox.”
I take her lips in a desperate kiss while I grab the condom by my side and roll it on my hard shaft.
Who said a guy can't multitask?
Once I’m ready, I position myself between her thighs and cupping her cheek, I say against her lips:
“Just tell me if I’m too rough, ok?”
I know I’m big. I’ve seen enough of my friends in the locker room and one can't help but compare.
However I found out that when you're having sex, big isn't always great, especially if the girl isn't very experienced.
So as I push myself inside her soft, wet heat, I make sure to do it slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.
I don't find any resistance and I stop for a moment as I'm completely sheathed inside of her.
There's something incredibly exciting about looking into a girl’s eyes when you're inside her, it feels like the most intimate thing two people can do.
And while before I’ve never really stopped to appreciate it, this time I look into the depths of those blue eyes and notice that she has little white flecks around her pupils and the blue is so dark and intense from this close.
“You ok?”
She smiles and that's my cue to start moving and I retreat to then thrust back inside of her.
She gasps but it sounds like a good gasp, so I do it again, and again.
She hugs me tighter, her breathing rate hitching up and I pick up a slightly faster rhythm and begin to go as deep as her body allows in this position.
“Knox ...”
“Hmm?”
I’m so lost in her that I find it hard to utter anything coherent.
“It feels good. More ...”
I take one of her thighs and lift it slightly, allowing me to go deeper and this time she moans, pushing her hips closer to me, matching my movements as we find our own pace together.
The room is filled with our scent, with the sound of our soft moans.
I could switch position and last longer, but I feel her tighten around me and I know that she isn't far behind me, when her inner walls begin to contract and squeeze me in the hottest embrace I’ve ever felt.
“You're so fucking tight, so fucking hot ...”
“Knox, don't stop, please.”
And I don't stop until she spasms around my hardness, causing me to follow her with my own release.
I shift around, to cradle her in my arms, still enjoying the feeling of her naked skin against mine.
“How are you, pretty girl?”
I check and she rewards me with a radiant smile and a sweet kiss.
“Knox, that was so good. Thank you.”
I admit that being thanked after fucking someone is a first, so I must look taken aback and Aubrey explains.
“My first time wasn't very good. It was just painful and it didn't last very long. Which I guess was good, since it hurt so damn much. And I admit that I was a little hesitant to do it again but this was ... wow!”
I can't help but feel proud of myself for having given Aubrey a good time, so I squeeze her tighter against me and smile cockily.
“It was great for me too, pretty girl. You're fucking hot and you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I can't believe some loser didn't do right by you. I’d really like to kick his ass for being a selfish prick!”
She blushes and squirms, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Hold on a sec ... why are you ... oh fuck! Do I know the loser who gave you a crap first time?”
She opens her mouth to say something but then looks away, suddenly embarrassed.
Fuck, that can only mean that I do know the selfish asshole and that means that it can only be Landon or Teague.
And while Landon strikes me as a bit more shy compared to me and Teague, so I could easily believe that he’d get way too excited and cock everything up with someone inexperienced, for some reason I put my money on Teague.
The way he was all over Aubrey on Monday morning, the way he touched her, possessive and smug at the same time ...
I feel rage mounting inside me and I look at Aubrey, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“Teague is fucking dead! I swear, he better apologise to you.”
“It wasn't Teague.”
Aubrey's eyes shy away from mine, looking at a spot on the comforter.
“Landon?”
I’m unable to hide my surprise but she shakes her head again.
“Then who?”
She sighs.
“I guess I should tell you. Since you play football together and earlier on he was quite vocal about it anyway.”
So Aubrey tells me how she met Devon in South Carolina and she fell for him, and how he ghosted her once she left and he pretended not to know her when they saw each other again at school.
“And now he believes that I put shit in his sports drink as pay back for being dumped. He told Teague and Landon earlier on. But I swear, Knox, I—”
I kiss her, hard.
I can't believe how stupid Devon was.
First by using Aubrey and then discarding her, and then in thinking that would be enough of a motive for her to do something so awful like drug him to get him kicked out of the football team and possibly expelled.
Our kisses grow hotter and more demanding and I feel myself getting hard again.
Knox
; “YOU’VE GOT SOY SAUCE dripping down your chin.”
I tease Aubrey as she sinks her teeth into a succulent chicken yakitori but makes a mess because it's too hot and she has to open her mouth not to burn herself, making the soy sauce drip down in a dark trail that stops on one of her tits.
“It was too hot!”
She complains and I lower my head and lick the soy sauce clean off her breast and all the way up to her lips.
That turns into another hot kiss and she tastes salty like the soy sauce.
I bite on her ear lobe and she giggles, wiggling her ass on my lap.
There's something crazy hot about eating Japanese take out completely naked with a girl you just fucked.
Someone you actually don't wanna run out on and ignore from the very moment you throw the used condom in the trash.
I think I’ve done it wrong all this time, because sex with someone you actually really like and you're interested in – beyond the obvious getting naked and get each other off part – is fucking awesome.
There's no awkwardness, no excuses to make a quick exit and actually, I’m hoping that she’ll let me stay the night.
I fucking like this girl, like I’ve never liked anyone before.
We eat and joke and talk about her love of Japanese food.
“I love Chinese food too, but I’m way too picky. I guess growing up in Hong Kong kinda ruined me for it and there's very few places here in LA that are even remotely decent.”
She doesn't say that to show off or sound cool, she is cool and I love the way she's curious about the world, always wanting to discover new things.
She’s telling me about her favourite restaurant in Hong Kong and how she’d love to take me there, when we’re both startled by the ringtone of my cell phone.
Who the fuck could call me now to ruin a perfect moment?
I try to ignore it but it keeps ringing.
“Someone must really need you. I’m not gonna be offended if you take the call, but fair warning, I might eat all the yakitoris.”
“Piggy.”
I tease her but show her the screen of my phone with an eye roll: it's Margaux.
And this is the third call: she must've called earlier while we were upstairs, too busy to hear the damn thing ringing.
I answer with a smile, my eyes trained on Aubrey chewing on more chicken.
“This better be good, you fucking cock blocker! What is it that couldn't wait until later?”
My sister starts screaming at me, absolutely livid that she had to try three times to reach me.
Her car broke down and she got towed to a repair shop in downtown LA.
“Knox can you pick me up? Quickly? I don't like the way the men in the shop are looking at me, so I walked to the diner nearby and I’m pretty sure I saw someone buy heroine and they just went into the bathroom to use it. There's constant police sirens, where the hell did I end up?”
I sigh and tell her that I’ll be there soon: Mom is in court for a very important case today and Dad is out of the country for business, so I’m the only one Margaux can count on.
She could call an Uber but she sounded shaken and she's my little sis, I can't leave her in a dangerous neighbourhood all by herself.
I turn to look at Aubrey, who in the meantime has put her chicken skewer down and put back on the same kimono she wore to open the door to the food delivery guy, to walk me out.
She observes me while I collect my clothes from the living room floor and I almost call my sister back to tell her that I’ll send Tripp or another one of the guys on the team to pick her up.
Aubrey's standing by the couch in this dark red, silky kimono that barely covers her thighs and I’ve gotta stop looking at her because I’m getting hard again.
I reach her in two strides and take her in my arms.
“I was hoping you'd let me stay the night. I had the best time.”
What the fuck’s wrong with me, seriously?
Normally I play it so cool, keep ‘em guessing, waiting for a call that nine time out of ten wouldn't come because I’d have already moved on.
But this girl ...
I like her more than is healthy and now I hate the fact that I suggested that we keep our dating casual when this all started.
I know that Teague and Landon both want her and now I have Devon to worry about too.
I wanna tell her that I'm her boyfriend, that I want her to choose me, but there's no time to have this conversation now.
So I give her one last, sweet kiss and tell her that I’ll call her tonight.
11.
Messed Up
Knox
“WHERE THE FUCK WERE you, asshole?”
My sister literally flings herself in the car and urges me to drive off.
“I thought one of those guys would literally jump me. And I’ve been offered crack twice while I was sitting in that diner. And—”
“Ok, ok. I got the idea. And I’m here, aren't I? But if the car couldn't be repaired today, couldn't they give you a replacement vehicle to drive until—”
Margaux loses her shit and screams.
“HAVE YOU FUCKING SEEN THIS PLACE? CRACK! THEY OFFERED ME MOTHERFUCKING CRACK AT A DINER!”
I wince and try to calm her down, as she looks really shaken.
I guess this isn't a good time to ask her what the fuck she was doing outside of Beverly Hills, because if this was the closest shop to where she broke down, she must've been in the area.
“All right, all right. You look all in one piece to me. Let's go home and I’ll make you your favourite protein shake for dinner.”
I try to appease her.
I love my little sister, I practically can't remember a day in my life without her, since we’re so close in age.
But I’m not blind: she's a fucking handful and she's exactly the type of girl that I was never interested in dating.
I don't think I’ve seen Margaux eat real food since we started high school.
To stay in her size zero clothes, she lives on protein shakes, protein bars and kale.
And I love kale when prepared right but she actually eats it mostly raw or adds it to a shake.
This is why I like Aubrey, she eats and while she isn't fat, she has meat in all the right places.
Fuck, I need to stop thinking about her or I’ll get hard.
Margaux looks a little calmer but she's still pouting.
“Can I know why the fuck you weren't answering your phone? You didn't have practice today! Where were you?”
I might as well tell her because I’ll ask Aubrey to be my girlfriend, so she’ll have to get used not to being the only girl in my life.
No one will ever replace my sister but Margaux will have to learn to share my time.
“I was with Aubrey, we were having dinner at her place.”
She narrows her pale blue eyes and looks at me with suspicion but I try to ignore her, pretending to be busy driving in the bumper to bumper traffic.
“Were you having dinner for more than two hours? I started calling you at five. And I must’ve texted you ten times.”
She won't relent.
“We did our homework beforehand.”
I try to look calm and a little bored but there's no fooling Margaux.
“Were you fucking?”
For the first time in my life, the term ‘fucking’ doesn't quite feel fitting to describe what happened between me and Aubrey.
I mean, sure, we were fucking.
And it might've been the best fucking I’ve ever had, because she was so hot, and so passionate.
She was really into me and despite the lack of experience, I could feel her trust, her willingness to follow my lead and to enjoy everything that we could give each other.
So it was the best sex I’ve ever had hands down but it's not just that.
It's that I care about making her feel good, but also making her feel happy, making her laugh, trying new things together.
I love the way s
he eats, the way she kisses, the way she concentrates when she studies.
Holy shit!
I’m fucked. I know it's way too soon to use the L word, we’ve only known each other for about a month, but I’ll be damned if this isn't where I’m heading faster than it feels reasonable.
I’ll have to tell her soon.
Not that I love her, I don't wanna use that word lightly but she needs to know how I feel, that I’m falling for her.
Hard.
“Knox, snap the fuck out of it, dude! Did the cat get your tongue or what? I asked you a question: did you fuck her? You know there's no secrets between us. Come on, what the fuck happened between you and Aubrey?”
So I admit that I had sex with Aubrey.
‘We made love’
I think but I know better than to say that to my sister or she'll laugh at me until graduation.
“And?”
Of course she wants the details.
I know that it seems weird to share the details of my sex life with my little sister but we’ve always told each other everything.
“What do you think? It was great. So great that we couldn't stop doing it. And I was hoping to stay the night, until my giant pain in the ass sister decided to break down in the most dangerous neighbourhood in town.”
She pouts but it's just for a minute, I know her too well, she's too curious to know all the details to give me the silent treatment.
Margaux
I CAN'T BELIEVE THE look on my brother’s face!
He’s fucking done!
The way he says her name, and he talks about her: he really likes her!
Ugh!
I’m so fucking jealous!
I’m jealous because I’ve never been in love and he’s got this really suspicious light in his eyes and I’ve seen the way he looks at her.
And I’m also jealous because Knox has always been mine.
My protector, my knight in shining armour who’d drop everything and anyone for me.
I guess it was supposed to happen one day but I was hoping that by then we’d be out of college and I’d be engaged to someone.
I was hoping that by then, I wouldn't need him as much as I do now.
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