by Allen, Jacob
“Die?” he finally said. “Nah. You wanted to expand your boundaries. So—”
The light turned green, and Nick again gunned the car. I held onto the door handle tightly, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. What part of the plan was this?
He then merged onto the highway and sped even faster, hitting a hundred miles per hour. I was so sure that we were going to get pulled over—I was beginning to believe that Nick had planned to get pulled over so that he could talk to a cop and look badass.
“You said you wanted to try new things,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
“I trusted you to hang out!” I shouted. “Not to get me killed!”
“Do you really think I want to be killed too?” Nick said with a laugh. “I’m going to Princeton or Harvard! You think I want to waste that at this point? You think I want to throw this all away after things are finally starting to feel good?”
He tapped the brakes seconds later, and we slowly—and I mean, very slowly—decelerated. I wanted to tell him he needed to slow down like he’d sped up, but it was like he was trying to only slow down one mile per hour per second. I wanted to reach over and press the brake myself.
Finally, when we came to the exit, he slowed down at a reasonable rate. In fact, he came to a complete stop at a parking lot of a Lowes.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I want to hurl,” I said, which was an honest statement. “That was very intense and very unlike what I’d ever felt before.”
“Except for the last couple of months.”
Well… true.
“Here’s the thing, Samantha,” he said. “I never apologized to the Principal about the alcohol thing. I never will, now that you are at Harvard and I have some offers on the table. I have treated you like shit and have probably done some things you won’t ever forget. In a lot of ways, I was your worst bully.”
“Um, yeah, obviously.”
“But I say all this to point something out. You know what? You’re still here. I’m still here. I don’t give a fuck about what happened before between us. I only care about what happens now and what happens in the road ahead.”
That’s… one way to look at it. I don’t know that I can just totally discard the past, but…
“Were you serious when you sent that text about being willing to try new things? To be more open to new experiences?”
“Um, well, yes, but—”
That, apparently, was all the answer Nick needed. He unbuckled his seat belt, came to me, and pressed his lips up against mine. It sent waves of heat through my body, made my heart accelerate, and made the butterflies flip on themselves. My entire body felt like jelly, shaking under his control.
He tried to pry open my mouth with his tongue. At first, I resisted.
But to do so was to run counter to the point. I liked Nick. I liked the sweet Nick. I didn’t like the asshole Nick, but I liked when sweet Nick took the confident part from asshole Nick and made it for himself. I liked this Nick.
I opened my mouth and let our tongues dance with each other. I gasped as he moved his lips from my lips to my cheek and then my neck. He sucked and nibbled—I had no idea and never would have expected that this would have felt so spine-tingly good. His hand went to my ass, and unlike before, I didn’t just allow it. I wanted it.
I pressed my hips up, and though we were cramped in the space of the car, the desire was real. I was getting swept up in the moment. I wanted, needed Nick Locke. I’d never felt like this, and I needed to reach the end of wherever this went. I had to be with him.
Just… not here.
“Oh, Jesus, Nick,” I said. “This feels… too good. Too good.”
“Yeah?” he said, working his way to my clavicle.
If I didn’t stop him now, he was probably just going to straight up have sex with me in the car. And while that thought was more arousing than I ever would have guessed, I was not going to let my first time be in a car. My second time, maybe.
“Not here, Nick,” I said, grabbing his hair and shoving him away. “Let’s make this a little slower, shall we?”
“You—”
“I just mean take me somewhere that’s not your car.”
I was definitely running on a sort of high right here. My emotions and the physical tingling definitely had muddled my mind.
Nick smirked.
“You know, you may have hated me earlier for what happened,” he said. “But I know you’re going to love me.”
Such a statement had me melting. For a guy to have that much confidence for what was to come…
“My parents are out until 5 p.m.,” I said. “If you want…”
“Tell me the address,” Nick said, already buckling his seat belt.
I bit my lip. No one would have ever expected me to push this far out of my comfort zone. Emily and Jackie would probably say this was too much, too fast.
But it wasn’t. This wasn’t our first date. This was our first time hanging out in which my guard was down and I could really allow myself to like Nick. This was our first time hanging out in which Nick seemed at peace with himself. I wasn’t trying to shove him away, and he wasn’t trying to shove reality away.
With those two obstacles removed entirely from the picture, it was obvious how much we liked each other. I didn’t have to be an awkward bitch to him, and he didn’t have to act like an arrogant prick.
“1440 Green River Terrace,” I said.
Nick was already pulling out of the parking lot, punching the directions into his phone as he drove to a stop sign. He had it in a matter of seconds.
“Six minutes away,” he said. “Six minutes to think about all of the things that I’m going to do with you.”
Six minutes was also long enough to have a giant war in my head.
Well, it would have been if Nick hadn’t kept flirting with me and distracting me from thinking about what was to happen. He kept his hand on my thigh, rubbing, squeezing, prodding further and further. The closer he got to my crotch, the more I gasped. He never actually went to my folds, but he brushed one finger over my underwear, making me arch my hips forward.
God, I needed this now. Whatever Nick had done to get me this aroused, I needed him to do it every single time from this point forward. “Whatever Nick had done” is just you guys dropping the pretense and the bullshit.
When we got to a stop sign, he leaned over to kiss me. I grabbed his face and pulled him close, our tongues dancing around each other as they had moments before. The car behind us honked, to which Nick just gave a middle finger, laughing as he drove ahead.
“Nobody’s gonna stop me from getting you,” he said.
He pulled into the driveway of my house.
“5 p.m.,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, and 3:30,” he said, holding up his phone. “It’s not going to take that long.”
I got out of the car and hurried to the front door, fumbling with my keys to open it. I was trying so hard to get it open, but—
He wrapped his arms around me, shoving his hips forward into me. I could feel his cock, already hardened and thick, in his pants, begging to get inside of me. I had never felt a dick with my body before, and heavens… it felt good.
“Hurry up and get the door open,” he said, laughing. “You want me to fuck you in front of all of the neighbors?”
“You wouldn’t!”
“You wanna make that bet? Really?”
You wouldn’t. You’re not a jackass. You’re the nicest of the boys.
But then again, that’s probably not saying that much.
Finally, after all but breaking my keys trying to twist the door open, I got it open. Nick shut it behind him with his foot, smacked my ass hard, and chased me as I ran to my bedroom, giggling and laughing. If my parents had somehow come home without parking their car, I was in for a world of embarrassment.
Not that I thought about that in that moment. For right now, I was just too horny, too much craving Nick and his body
.
I got into my room, turned to face Nick, and smiled as he all but tackled me to the bed. I wrapped my arms around his body as he pressed into me, his lips going to my neck. I wriggled back a bit, trying to get to the head of the bed. It was almost bordering on “feels so good it hurts” territory, but Nick did a magnificent job of straddling that line.
I had to be honest, I had envisioned my first time being slow, romantic, and sweet. I imagined that he would slowly slide into me, that we would move as one, and we’d make sweet, sweet love.
Well, I was wrong. And I was so goddamn happy that I was wrong, because right now, I was so wet and so aroused that I would have had sex with Nick downstairs on my couches if I had to. There might have been a time when we would have tender sex, but that time was most definitely not right now.
Nick sat me up a bit, pulled off my shirt, and then undid my bra in one seamless motion. Almost out of instinct, I put my hands over my breasts, to which he just laughed.
“Seriously? Now you’re going to fight it?”
“Well… no,” I said, smiling. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “If you need to stop, you just say the—”
“You need to stop talking,” I said.
I arched an eyebrow, my way of saying “get on with it.” He got the hint, and he went to my right breast, kissing and sucking on it. He massaged the other with his free hand, and my shoulders and upper torso jerked with pleasure.
“Fuck, Nick…” I said. “You better fucking come to Harvard if you can do this.”
He just looked right at my eyes with such a fucking hot look. He raised his eyebrows, switched to the other breast, and then left a trail of kisses down my body, down to my belly button. I was all but thrusting my hips into his face now.
He got on his knees, undid my jeans, and slid them—and my underwear—off. The instinct was definitely there to cover myself up, but I stopped. If ever there was a point to stop…
I was there. But I wasn’t going to. Rational or no, this felt good. And I trusted Nick, after all that we’d been through, from mostly awful stuff to some very good moments, that he knew that he had to treat me right.
And I believed he would.
He kissed my folds, causing me to shake. He did it again, and it was like he could make my body tremble on command.
“And I haven’t even gone inside of you yet,” he said with a laugh.
“What, is it supposed to be that good?” I said.
“Uh, yes,” he said. “Close your eyes. It’ll make it feel better.”
“I wanna watch!”
Nick shrugged.
“However you want. I’m not letting you off this bed until you come.”
Oh, heavens, that statement right there is enough to get me closer to coming! I tilted my head back in anticipation. Nick put his hands under my ass, squeezed, and then pressed the entirety of his mouth onto my sex.
And then his tongue came out.
His tongue rolled over my clit, applying a smooth level of pressure to every spot on me, spreading pleasurable rushes to the tips of my fingers up to the crown of my head. He sucked on the clit, creating a vacuum that gave him easier access to it. He kissed it as aggressively as he had my actual lips.
That tongue… I swore, that tongue was going to be something that stuck around for a while. Maybe literally, depending on how long it took me to orgasm.
I briefly stole a glance at the clock. It wasn’t even 3:40 yet. We had over an hour left. I didn’t need to worry about anything.
And when that worry dropped, the tension building in my hips grew tenfold. It became inescapable, the only thing that my mind could focus on. My legs squeezed, my arms shook, and it felt like the entirety of my body was focused in that one area where Nick was working his magic.
“Oh my God, Nick, yes, yes, please,” I begged.
He didn’t need to change anything that he was doing. He knew exactly what to do.
I was right there.
“Oh, fuck. Nick…”
And then, with a scream, I came. My hips violently quivered, and if not for Nick’s hands, I would have thrashed all over the bed. I tilted my head back, my hips downward, and yet I put my hands on Nick’s head and demanded he go back down and keep going.
Oh, fucking yes! Oh, fuck to the yes!
It was obvious and true to say I’d never experienced anything like this. But it was perhaps said that I had never even experienced anything in the same world as this. This wasn’t like “I had burgers at McDonald’s, and then I had burgers at the local downtown place.” This was like going to a part of the world I didn’t know existed, a level of pleasure I couldn’t believe was a real thing.
And I couldn’t believe, either, that it had happened so easily with Nick. For someone that I had fought with for so long, for someone who had caused a lot of hell in my life… well, I guess there was definitely more than met the eye in this case.
“Wow,” I said.
Nick just leaned back, a smug look on his face. He licked his lips—covered in my juices, covered in me—and smiled wide for me. I looked down at his pants, bulging with his cock, ready for me to take it.
The funny thing was, even though I was naked, even though I’d just came, even though I knew I was keeping Nick around from now until kingdom come, I was still a little nervous about having Nick naked before me. What if I didn’t do as good a job of pleasing him as someone else had? What if I hurt him somehow? What if I just wasn’t good enough?
“You want to go further?” he asked, perhaps sensing my hesitation.
“Yes, yes, definitely,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “I, I just, I’ve never done this before.”
“Then go slow,” he said. “You’ll pick up on it.”
He stood to the side of the bed, removed his pants, and was left in nothing but his boxers. I slid over, a nervous smile on my face, and reached my hand out.
“It’s all you, baby,” he said. “Do whatever you think is best.”
I nodded, putting my hands on the edge of his underwear. I reached in and felt his shaft—I couldn’t believe how thick it was! Of all the things that I was anticipating—the hardness, the shape—the thickness he had was one I had not. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I could confidently say I was surprised by what I felt.
“Already feels good,” he said.
“Yeah?” I asked, looking up.
He had his hands on his head, smiling.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.
It gave me the confidence I needed to go forward. I pulled his underwear off, and his cock sprung forward. I grabbed it, smiling, and gave it a few good strokes.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Yes, exactly,” he said, his voice becoming a bit of a gurgle.
I giggled as I then felt his balls, gently scratching them. He sighed heavily, his stomach heaving.
“You found the spot,” he said.
“Oh yeah?”
I proceeded to scratch and suck his balls even more as I stroked his shaft. He pressed back against the wall, moaning and putting his hands on my head.
“You know,” he said. “If you want me inside you, we should do it soon. You’re too good at this.”
“No way,” I said, leaning back.
“I swear,” he said. “Right now, being with you, having waited for this moment for this long, I am going to come if you keep sucking and stroking as you are. So, if you want that.”
He paused briefly to pull my hand away from him. I guess he wasn’t kidding.
“Then let’s do it.”
I took a deep breath. Was this the right time for my first time? In bed, alone, with a boy I really liked?
If I wasn’t going to do it now, there was never going to be a better moment. If there was, it would have been so artificial that it would have defeated the purposes.
“OK,” I said. “Just go slow to start.”
Nick nodded. He reached back for hi
s pants, grabbed a condom, and slid it on. He then hovered over me as we never lost eye contact. He kissed me, letting his cock sit right over me. All it would need to do was slide down just an inch or two, and he was in.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He reached back, grabbed himself, put himself just outside me, and slowly slid in.
His girth was enormous. Feeling it in my hand and seeing it with my own eyes was one thing; having him inside me was an entirely different thing. It felt like he could fill me entirely, and the deeper he pushed, the more I squirmed.
“You OK?” he asked.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” I said, laughing, feeling relieved that this was going better than I had expected. “This is perfect, Nick.”
He smiled.
“I’ll be ready to go faster whenever you are.”
I let him go nice and slow for a few moments. I wanted to relish this first time, this moment of being naked with Nick. Regardless of whether he chose Harvard or Princeton, we’d made amends to such a degree that I was almost certain to look on him in a positive light. He would always be my first, and that was something I never wanted to forget.
The pleasure. The look in his eyes. The smile on his face. The body. The emotional sensations.
I wanted to capture it for my memory bank.
And then, once I’d done that, I encouraged him.
“Go faster, Nick,” I said. “Don’t just go at my rhythm. Fuck me.”
I should have probably asked him to pick up the pace gradually, because like being in a car with him, as soon as the “go” sign was given, he went right to it. His thrusting picked up to an almost insanely fast rate, one which I could barely keep up with. I felt another orgasm start to approach, and I wrapped my arms around him more for dear life than for anything else.
“Nick! Nick! Oh… fuck!”
That second orgasm hit with even more force than the first one, but this time, I had no means of escaping—not that I wanted to. My toes curled and my entire body shook from the rush that washed over me. I dug my nails into his back, which only seemed to further entice him to go faster.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted.
“Here, flip over,” he said, pulling out.
“What? Wait, why?”