Page 90 of All Your Firsts

As his caramel eyes meet mine, they seem to burn with intensity, matching the heat between us as his tongue explores my folds.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he says as he kisses the inside of my thigh before burying his head between my legs again.

The sensation of his tongue caressing my throbbing clit sends jolts of pleasure through my body, causing my hips to jerk and my fingers to grip tightly onto his hair.

In seconds, he’s turned me into a quivering mess as I beg him not to stop. He grabs my nub and sucks, making me see stars as I hold on to his head and ride it out.

As I come down from my high, I make a promise to myself. From this day forward, I’m choosing to cherish my time with him.

No matter how long or short that time may be.

Twenty-One

Vic

Gage

Something came up. Should pick up my sister in about a week.

Iread Gage’s text repeatedly as I watch her naked sleeping form. She started sleeping in my bed at the house days ago. I was against it until she had a bad dream that gutted me—whimpering and crying in her sleep.

I know what it’s like to feel the terror of being stuck in a nightmare, only to wake up alone and still feel its misery sinking its claws into you.

So, now, I lie in my bed with her until she falls into a peaceful slumber, and then I quietly slip out to watch her. Only tonight, I went further than a stolen kiss or harmless cuddle of comfort with barriers of clothing and blankets between us. She tasted phenomenal on my tongue, and though we didn’t have sex, I hope it gave her a piece of what she craved.

I know I should regret being with my best friend’s sister, but I don’t. What I feel is a sense of soul-crushing despair that our time is coming to an end.

My selfishness prevented me from telling Gage about the kidnapping, knowing he would rush to pick her up. I want her to stay here forever. I don’t want to go back to the way things were before.

Bitter. Sad. Alone.

Filling my time with poor decisions that leave me feeling more empty than when I started.

The quiet no longer brings me peace if she isn’t by my side.

Vic

See you then.

I place my phone on my nightstand and pull her close.

I’ve let her fall into a silent destruction over the past week. She went through a traumatic, fucked- up event, and it wasn’t even her first, from what she told me, but I can’t watch her live there forever.

Endless tears, sleeping all day, and shutting out the world aren’t what she was made for. She’s meant to flourish in the sunshine with her breathtaking smile and infectious personality.

When she asked me to be her first, my heart soared, but also plummeted. I want her to desire me out of genuine happiness and readiness, not as a means to compensate for her emotional distress. I’ve been there. It often leaves you feeling worse in the end, and I’m not that much of an asshole to take something so sacred from her when she isn’t thinking clearly.

When I denied her request, she shut down; her face filled with disappointment and sadness. Her self-perceived unworthiness shattered my heart, and I couldn’t leave her feeling that way.

I’m making it my mission to put this beautiful angel back together, and then I will tell her the truth. I just need time, and so does she.

“Wake up, princess,” I say as I brush a few stray strands of hair from her face.

It was a restful night for both of us, a welcome change from the restless sleep we’d experienced all week.

“Come on, sleepyhead.”

I’m determined to stay focused on my mission, to help her cross off her list of firsts and to get her to fall for me.

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