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Realizing I can’t wait any longer, I put her down and pull away, glancing around the course. I spot a storage shed a few feet away from us, and I take a chance on it. I pull Lilly toward it, smiling to myself at the way she giggles as she follows me eagerly.

When I try the door, it opens. So, I yank Lilly inside, shutting the rest of the world out. I turn on the light and, without pausing for air, I’m back on her, connecting our mouths and caging her in against the wall.

My hands glide down her body, resting on the waistband of her jeans. I slip my thumbs under her shirt, rubbing against her soft, supple skin. Then, as I’m exploring her mouth, I dip my fingers into her jeans, intending to take them down and fuck her right against the wall.

As I start to pull them down, Lilly hesitates. It’s slight, but the kisses she gives me halt and lose their rhythm. And, while I want all of her, I don’t want to force myself on her. I’ll wait forever if it means getting a taste of her one day.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling away from her and taking in the expression on her face. Her cheeks are bright red, flushed all the way down to her neck. I can barely see the blue of her irises, her pupils are so blown. It hits me then. “Are you a virgin?”

“I–” she starts, her face getting even redder. I know that I’ve hit the nail on the head. “Is that a problem.”

“Fuck…” I curse under my breath, getting impossibly harder with this knowledge. “No, baby. That’s not a problem at all. Probably shouldn’t fuck you just yet, though. I don’t know if you can take my cock.”

“Oh– okay.”

She sounds so dejected, like she thinks this is over. That couldn’t be further from the truth. We’re just going to have to work up to the main event.

“Don’t worry,” I murmur, leaning in so we’re sharing the same air again. I slide my hand into her panties, shuddering at how wet she is already. “I’m going to make you feel amazing, sweetheart.”

Lilly whimpers into my mouth as I run my fingertip through her folds. I connect our mouths, swallowing down the little noises she makes in response to the touch. It’s intoxicating, prompting me to get even more enthusiastic with my motions.

After getting my fingers coated in her wetness, I slide two inside of her. She twitches hard, grabbing onto my shoulders to keep herself steady. Against my lips, she moans, the sound whiny and broken.

Her reaction makes me crave even more. I throw my thumb into the mix, bringing it up to her clit and circling it expertly. Lilly’s knees buckle, and I have to grab onto her hip to keep her upright.

“Isaiah,” she whines, her head falling back against the wall. It’s like the only thing she can do is take the pleasure I’m giving her. “Oh my god.”

“You feel good?” I ask, watching the way her face contorts. My cock aches in my jeans, but I know that waiting is going to be worth it. The next time I cum, I’m going to empty my load into her tight, pretty little pussy. “You gonna cum on my fingers?”

“I– I think so,” she whimpers as her body convulses.

It only takes me a few more minutes to bring her over the edge. As her climax grips her, she surges forward to connect our lips. It’s a messy, wet tangle of tongues and lips. I groan into it, needing her now more than ever before.

When the waves of her orgasm subside, I remove my hand from her pants. Keeping my eyes on hers as I do it, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck her taste from them. She watches me, a mix of confusion and arousal painting her features.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I tell her, reaching down to grab her hand. “Come on.”

“Not likethis!” she giggles, gesturing to her jeans. I give her a second to button and zip her pants before she takes my hand again.

“Where are we going?” Lilly asks, allowing me to lead her out of the storage building and back into the sunlight.

“My place,” I reply, not caring about our abandoned game of putt-putt. I need to get her alone and make her mine – now.

Chapter Five

Lilly

Isaiah’s apartment is in an even nicer part of town than the Tomlinson’s townhouse. The architecture is stunning, and the interior pays homage to the original structure and history despite being recently renovated. I’d love to take the time to admire it, but Isaiah is eager to pull me through the house to his bedroom.

I’m certainly not complaining, though. I have a feeling that what happened at the putt-putt course is only the tip of the iceberg of things I’ll be able to experience with him. I’m aching for more.

“Finally,” Isaiah growls when he gets me into his bedroom. He cups my cheeks and pulls me into a searing kiss. “You have no fucking idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself in the car.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have,” I challenge, realizing that even though I’m inexperienced, I still have power here. It’s intoxicating.

“You should be more careful with your words,” he says, grabbing onto the hem of my shirt. “Someone might take you seriously.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t want to be taken seriously,” I reply, finding myself enjoying this little back and forth more than I thought possible. I’d never flirted before, but if this was it, I could see why people enjoyed it so much.

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