Page 50 of Grease Monkey
She nods again. The smile that bursts across my lips is uncontrolled, and I swear it might make me look like a madman. I made my girlfriend orgasm… with my dick… during her first time. I bark a laugh, and she scowls.
“Why are you laughing at me?” she demands, fresh tears lining her eyes.
“Baby, I’m not laughing at you,” I say, gently sliding out of her and rolling to the side, cradling her naked body onto my chest. “You have massively inflated my ego, giving me bragging rights for years to come.”
She looks up at me, her deep sea-green eyes shining with such vulnerability that I want to protect.
“Baby, most girls don’t even come during their first time. But you did. Do you know what that means?” She shakes her head. “I am the King of Sex.”
She laughs, the sound watery and slightly relieved as she buries her head into my shoulder.
“But you didn’t finish.”
I tilt back so she can see me. “Ana, we have all night for me to come. I can come in your hand, down your throat, or if you think you could go for round two, I can come inside you.” I kiss her, soft and gentle. “We aren’t even close to being finished. I’m going to fuck you as many times as you’ll let me. Now that I’ve been inside you, I’m never going to leave.”
Chapter Twenty
Morgana
“Did we have to come home?” I ask, wrapping my arms around Teddy’s neck from the first stair to my porch as his hands slide into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Yeah, baby. Some of us have to work tomorrow.” I pout, and he laughs. “Enjoy it while it lasts. This summer is your last before all the shitty adult responsibilities start.”
“I guess,” I sigh. “See you tomorrow?”
“As soon as I’ve finished work.”
We kiss, and even though we spent the entire weekend together, I don’t want to say goodbye—which is ridiculous since we live next door to each other. But I miss him already.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come over and meet Bowie?” Teddy asks, giving my ass a quick squeeze. “He can only Skype for fifteen minutes, most of which is usually him showing us pictures.”
I sigh and detangle myself from him. Thumbing over my shoulder, I step backward up the stairs, wincing a little. Teddy’s grin is salacious as his eyes drop to my hips.
“Still sore, huh?”
“A little,” I whisper, looking behind me, making sure Mom isn’t around, listening.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” I laugh, pointing at his smile. “Maybe you should tell that to your face?”
“Can’t help it that my baby is insatiable for my dick. Who’d have known you’d become a sex fiend as soon as I popped your cherry?”
I lunge forward and cover his mouth with my hand. “Shh, what if someone heard?”
He shakes his head, breaking my hold. “Heard what? That I fucked my girlfriend good and hard in the bed, the shower, against the wall, and she came more times than anyone ever has in the history of sexathons?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“But you love me.”
I sigh. “I do. Now go home and speak to your brother.”
Opening the door to the house, I tiptoe up the stairs to my room. I cannot deal with my mom right now. Sightseeing with Teddy around New York, meeting Skip for coffee again before we had to catch our train, the way he made love to me in the morning—I mean, I’m not exactly a pro when it comes tothat, but it felt like more than just sex. There was emotion and an intimacy I didn’t think would be there so soon, but with my heart so full, I’m not ready for anything to bring me down.
But, stepping into my bedroom, I could scream. The place looks like it’s been ransacked; clothes scattered on the floor, my bedsheets in a pile on top of the bed, and my bedside table lying on its side, the drawer flung across the room, the contents spilt everywhere. My limbs and head feel light as I clutch the doorjamb, staring at the padlock to the black box wrenched open, a pair of bolt cutters sitting beside it. My eyes take in the mess before reaching my mom, standing by the window, papers I know to be my acceptance letters clutched tightly in her hand, her face thunderous as she breathes deceptively calmly.
“What the fuck are these?”
