Page 25 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
His eyes fly open and there’s a level of pain and agony brimming over from his deep-ocean blue gaze. I bend down, my breasts dangling intentionally in his face, and I place my lips at his ear. I’ve never been this bold with a boy before. Although, it’s hardly fair to call Preston a boy. His body is all man.
The scrape of his light scruff over his jaw against my sensitive flesh sends shivers down my spine and between my legs.
“Where do you keep your condoms?”
I gyrate my hips over his straining dick and my pussy contracts with need.
He chokes out a raspy response. “Desk. Drawer.”
Preston grabs my waist as we grind together. He lifts his head and his lips find my nipple, sucking it in between his teeth. It feels incredible. I move and swirl, our bodies each seeking the friction it needs in the age-old dance.
“Baby, I’m close…get the condom now.”
I lean over the side of the bed as far as I can reach, opening the top drawer of his desk in search of a condom. I feel around until I locate the small foil packet and toss it on his belly.
Until this moment, I’ve always been worried about what it would be like when this time came and if it would feel awkward and embarrassing. But this moment with Preston is so easy and natural. He gives me confidence in myself and makes me feel bold enough to try things I’ve never done before.
Such as taking his underwear off. Scooting down his legs—loving the tickle of his soft, bristly hair against my bare butt—I pinch the waistband on both sides of his hips and pull them down. I giggle when it gets stuck and I have to carefully unsnag it from his protruding erection. I drag them down past his knees and then his ankles, and he kicks them off to land on the floor.
When I look back up at him, Preston already has the foil wrapper off and is covering his cock with the condom. And that’s when it hits me.
I’m about to lose my virginity.
I’m handing over my V-card to Preston Dahl, the sexiest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
He must think I’m still nervous because he stares at me and asks, “Are you sure? We don’t have to…”
I drop my hand to his erection and squeeze before I run the flat of my hand up his belly and rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “Yes.”
I lie down on my side next to him and he rolls he onto my back, hiking his legs over me as he hovers on top. I’m not sure what I expected when I envisioned my first time, but it wasn’t as wonderful as this.
Preston continues to cover me with kisses. On my lips, my neck, and my breasts, his fingers probing at my entrance. He slides two inside and scissors them through my wetness. My body is already lubricated and ready before he takes his cock in hand.
“I’ll go slow, Brin. Just tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
Preston wedges his body between my legs and I part them wider, my inner walls aching and clenching with the need to be filled. I throw my arms around his neck and wrap my ankles over his lower back as our lips meet in an open-mouthed, tongue-bathing kiss.
That’s when I feel the head of his cock meet my opening and he pushes in an inch. I suck in a deep breath.
“Breathe, Brin. You okay? I promise it will only hurt for a second.”
“Mm-hmm. All good.”
I bear down and bite my lip as he pushes past my barrier and I feel a sharp, stinging pain. He stops and waits, our breaths shallow and stilted.
Preston’s voice is choppy when he says, “I’m going to try and go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much.”
And then with one swift pulsating thrust, he pushes through my resistance. I gasp, the tears immediately springing to my eyes. I take deep breaths in and out through my nose and relax my body as I adjust to this very foreign sensation. The edge of pain soon becomes a dull ache as Preston moves in and out of my tight heat in a slow and sensual rhythm.
“Oh fuck, Brin. This is so good. You feel so tight and hot.”
I smile up at him, enjoying the drag of his cock against my walls as he thrusts and withdraws. I slide my hands down the length of his taut back until I clutch the solid cheeks of his ass. Each time he retreats and pulses in again, Preston hits the spot on my clit that sends waves of pleasure through my body.
As if he knows exactly what I need, he fits his hand between our joined bodies and his thumb flicks over my swollen nub, and I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm building and tingling. The sensation bubbles low in my belly, down my legs, and into my toes.
Although we are as close as two people can be, I clutch him even tighter, feeling the beat of his heart against my breasts. Preston rises on his arms and he swivels his hips, thrusting two more times. The move has me exploding like a grenade, detonating into a million different pieces. Preston tips his head back and he lets out a low growl punctuated by a curse.
“Fuuuuck.”
