Page 34 of Sweet Little Lies
Although I wasn’t planning on denying him anything at this point, it’s the desperate plea in his voice that’s my undoing. The scratchy quality of it, mixed with heat and desire, has me flinging my arms around his neck like I did earlier today, and grasping at the base of his head.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my feet find purchase just above his butt, as his hands cradle my bottom and pull me into him with such force it takes my breath away.
And then we’re all lips, tongues, bodies and heat.
He’s demanding. Gone is the gentle and sweet Lance, replaced with a man who has finally let go of the restraint like a rubber band that was expanded and now snaps. His urgency to take what he wants from me, even though I’m giving it away so freely, fuels me further. My hands venture over his wide shoulders finding the smooth, taut skin around his neck as I trace down his collarbone.
Dios mio, his body his so hot, his flesh scorching the pads of my fingers as they move down his torso until I find the skin underneath his t-shirt. I could bury myself there and never want for more.
Lance shifts me against him, turning us and backs me up against it and grinds his erection into my belly. I circle my hips against his arousal and we both moan in tandem. I want to touch every part of him – the valley between his pecs, and the V leading down to his shorts, and the hard-muscled planes of his abdominals. And of course, the turgid length of his cock.
I’ve had sex with exactly one guy. It was my senior year in high school and I’d been dating him for a couple months before I finally gave it up to him. There were no choirs of angels singing the Halleluiah chorus when I lost my virginity. There was really no heat or excitement or thrill of losing it. I was just going through the motions to do the deed and get it over with. I’m not even sure if I was wet.
Back then, it was a bit of fumbled movements, my body only half naked from the waist down, and the quick jabbing motion of my boyfriend’s prick as he entered me and snatched my maidenhood.
It was over in less than three minutes. And I was left bored and unsatisfied.
But there is nothing unsatisfying in this moment with Lance.
Just the way he has a hold of me and the movements of his hips confirm what I already guessed - it will be amazing. Even if he doesn’t make me come, it will still be everything I dreamed of and more.
I finally get a chance to speak when he moves his lips to my jawline, nipping and sucking there. His hand pumps and squeezes my breast, a ripple of pleasure coursing through my spine when his thumb strokes my sensitive nipple through my t-shirt. I want to be naked for him so I can feel his hand everywhere across my heated flesh.
“Will you take me to your bedroom?” I ask, hoping we can take our time in there and get naked together.
His half-lidded eyes pop open as if he just now remembers where we’re at as a slow, sensual smile tugs at his mouth.
“Fuck yes we can. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up in case you said no again. But I hoped you’d say yes.”
Just those simple words have my heart clenching for him and I smile.
“I’m saying yes.”
He kisses me hard on the mouth before he walks us down the short hallway and into the largest of the three bedrooms in the apartment. He normally has roommates, but the new guys won’t be moving in until the end of the summer. And I’m more than glad of that fact in this moment.
Lance enters the room and unceremoniously dumps me across his unmade bed. A bolt of nerves floods through me for a second until he whips off his t-shirt and I’m assaulted once again with the magnificent architecture of his chest. He is ripped in all the right places, a section of his torso tattooed and inked in colorful mosaic fashion.
I watch as he casually divests his shorts and briefs until he stands naked and erect in front of me. My throat goes dry and I try to swallow my fear as I finally get a good look at the formidable size of his penis.
I’ve touched him before in the dark and know he’s big based on the fact I couldn’t get my hand wrapped fully around his girth. But until now, I had no clue just how big he really is. Ten times bigger than the kid I screwed in high school. Words such a monstrous, gargantuan and Super-Sized come to mind.
As he opens his nightstand and finds a condom, I close my eyes and say a quick prayer to the Saint of…well, I don’t know if there’s a saint of fornication. But I need protection from something, cause that thing could likely do some damage!
When I open my eyes, he’s smirking down at me, biting his lower lip in amusement. He’s tossed the condom on the side of the bed and begins stroking himself. Holy shit – I’ve never…I mean, just wow.
“You okay there, Georgie?” he asks with a lilt of humor, using my nickname. But then his expression grows serious as he looks me over. I probably look like a nervous bunny, stunned and trapped.
“Wait…you’re not a virgin, are you?”
I giggle a little. “No, I’ve had sex before,amante.”
His body relaxes. “How long ago?”
I roll my head to the side, avoiding his penetrating stare. It’s embarrassing really. Here he is this college basketball god who probably had sex just this past week alone with a dozen willing women and I’ve only ever done it once before. Over a year and a half ago.
“Mica…” he warns, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him so that my legs are now off the bed and spread in front of him. The hair on his legs tickle my inner thighs and I squirm at the sensation.
“When?” he persists.
“Once. In high school.”
“Oh Christ,” he growls, but then he straightens as if he’s found resolve.“Okay…I can go slow. I’ll make it good for you. I swear.”
And then I hear, rather than see, him land on his knees next to the bed and his face is planted between my legs.
And I know nothing from here on out will ever be the same.
