I drape my arms across his shoulders, lightly scratching his back with my fingernails. He shifts closer to me, a soft groan falling from his perfect lips just before he captures mine once more, his tongue busy, his hands busier. Those very busy hands are cupping my breasts, holding them, lightly massaging them and oh God, it feels so good. So unbelievably, amazingly good that I want more. I writhe beneath him, trying to get closer, desperate to absorb him and when he lightly brushes my hard nipples with his thumbs I feel like I’m about to leap out of my skin.
“Sensitive,” he murmurs against my lips, sounding pleased. “Fuck, you are perfect, Luce.”
He told me that once more and I didn’t believe him. If he keeps saying it though, I’m going to start thinking he might be speaking the truth. Maybe I am perfect.
Perfect just for him.
Damn, she feels good beneath me. All warm, soft skin and delicious curves I want to sink into. Her tits are spectacular and I want to tear that lacy bra she’s wearing to shreds so I can expose her completely.
I’m dying to see her naked. Fucking dying for it.
It surprises me how eager she is, how much she seems to want it. Want me. I need to be careful. She’s a virgin. She won’t let me in, not tonight, no matter how persuasive I might be.
And I can be pretty damn persuasive.
I won’t be with Lucy, though. I don’t want to push too hard and force her to do something she’ll later regret. Pushing and forcing a girl to do anything definitely isn’t my style and I’m not about to start with Lucy. I want to be patient for her. Worthy of her giving me her virginity…
Pausing, I lift my head and stare at the wall. Wait a minute. I want Lucy to give me her virginity? Me, the guy who thought he was doing the right thing by walking away from her? By telling her I’m the wrong guy for her?
I might still be the wrong guy for her but I’m starting to think that doesn’t matter anymore. Hell, I don’t think it matters to her either. The attraction between us is so strong it’s ridiculous. Every time we get near each other it’s like we’re filled with the overwhelming need to get our mouths together and tear each other’s clothes off.
Which is fucking hot. There might be no fucking happening tonight but we can do other stuff. And that other stuff can be just as hot as the actual deed is.
“Hey.” Lucy touches my cheek and I glance down at her, noting her flushed cheeks, her plump mouth. What I would give to see those lips stretched around the head of my dick… “You okay?”
Nodding, I take a deep breath. I can’t tell her what I was thinking. She’ll think I’m an asshole. I can’t ask for a blowjob. But a hand job would be good. Damn good. I’d return the favor too. I’m a generous guy. It’s better to give than to receive and all that shit.
“I’m good,” I say, pausing when I think I hear a car pull into the front driveway of the house. Shit.
Lucy goes still beneath me, the only movement being her chest as she breathes. Meaning I’m immediately enthralled with the rise and fall of her breasts. “Did you hear that?” she whispers.
I stay where I’m at, my gaze locked on her tits, my body just as still as Lucy’s is. “Hear what?” I whisper back, playing dumb.
A car door slams, followed rapidly with another one and I wince. That is sure as fuck my parents. Their timing is impeccable. “Oh shit, your parents are home!” She shoves at my chest, trying to get me off her but I won’t budge. “Come on, Gabe!”
“Come on, Gabe what?” I bend down and kiss her, swiping my tongue along the inside of her upper lip. The sexy sound she makes sends a jolt straight to my dick. It was also kind of loud. “Sshh, baby. Be quiet. They won’t even know you’re here.”
“Oh, God,” she murmurs against my lips, her breath huffing across my face just before I kiss her on the lips again. Once. Twice. Then I move down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest, the tops of her breasts.
She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t shove me off and I take that as a good sign, so I keep going.
Her hands come up to cup the back of my head, holding me to her. My mouth drifts down, tracing the lacy edge of her bra with my tongue, her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric. The front door opens, I hear Mom’s shrill voice calling my sister’s name echo in the foyer but I press on, ignoring her. Pushing her voice out of my head so I can concentrate on Lucy.
I trace my fingers down her belly until I’m at the waistband of her shorts. I make quick work of the button and zipper, spreading the open fabric wide, pressing my fingers against the front of her damp cotton panties.
“Gabe.” She moans my name and though I love the sound, she needs to be careful. I can’t let anyone hear us. I send her a look, one that I hope says shut up and I continue to stroke her, above the panties, my mouth above the bra. Trying not to push her too far because if she makes me stop, I’m going to be pissed. Not at her, but at myself.
I don’t wanna stop.
I slip my fingers just beneath the waistband of her panties and she whimpers. I skim over her pubic hair, the heat of her like a beacon I’m desperate to find. I cup her, apply just the right amount of pressure so she opens up to me and she lifts her hips like she wants more.
Ah fuck, she’s soaked. I start to move my fingers, brushing her swollen clit with my thumb, gently searching her folds. I don’t want to hurt her. A pussy is a beautiful thing but they are extra sensitive and you fuck with a girl in that way—the wrong way—she will hate you forever.