His body stills, and he reaches beneath my chin, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I won’t. I promise.”
There are no more words after that. Nothing decipherable, that is. Plenty of murmured sounds and soft moans as he kisses me until I can’t think. He runs his mouth all over me. Down my neck. Across my collarbone and chest. He licks and sucks my nipples, giving them so much attention, I start to become restless. My legs tangle with his, the throbbing between mine unbearable.
I want him. I want to feel connected to him.
He rises up, his fingers curled around his shaft as he drags his erection through my folds. I moan, my hips lifting, seeking more while he teases me. His brows are lowered in concentration, and when the head is nudging at my entrance, I automatically tense up.
His mouth is on mine once more, his tongue thrusting before he pulls away. “Relax,” he murmurs.
I do my best, relaxing my shoulders, imagining the rest of my muscles slowly easing. I spread my thighs wider as he fits himself more firmly between my legs, and then he’s nudging again, the head just inside, filling me. Stretching me wide. I close my eyes, wondering if this is what it feels like to be split in two.
Wrong mental path to take, I know.
He works his way in, one excruciating inch at a time, and I’m breathing deep, long exhales leaving me until he’s fully inside me.
I crack my eyes open to find Crew watching me carefully, his entire body shaking, his cock throbbing. Hot and thick and unmoving. The undeniable reminder that he’s completely claimed me.
I feel incredibly full. Like I can’t even move—and neither can he. I’m scared it’ll hurt, and maybe he won’t care. Maybe he’ll become too wrapped up in his own pleasure that he won’t pay attention to me.
“You’re so tight.” He curls his arm around the top of my head, his fingers playing softly with my hair. His gaze is tender as he studies me, but I see the strain bracketing his mouth. He’s holding himself back. For me. “I’m afraid if I move too fast, I’ll come.”
“Be careful with me,” I whisper, because that’s what I need. If he was to ram himself deep, I might cry.
He does as I ask, pulling out before he pushes back inside. I try to move with him, awkward as can be, becoming frustrated though I know it all takes time to learn. He’s patient with me, his hand falling to my hip, guiding me, and after a few minutes of false starts and stuttering stops, we’re moving together.
Slowly.
Smoothly.
I’m still not fully comfortable. He still feels thick inside me, but the more he moves, the easier it gets. The looser I become. The bed springs creak rhythmically with our movement, the squeaky sound filling the room and making me smile.
“Why are you smiling?” He pauses, dipping his head to kiss me.
“I don’t know.” I loop my arms around his neck. “I’m happy.”
I am. I’m so happy with Crew. Knowing he’s my first. I never thought this would happen. Not this fast. Not like this. Certainly not with him.
His smile is sweet, unlike any smile he’s ever given me before. And then he buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he picks up the pace. Pumping himself inside my body, the slow drag of his erection in and out starting a fresh wave of tingles washing over me.
I clutch him closer, his heart racing against mine, our mouths finding each other, tongues thrusting. The kiss is filthy. Sloppy. He’s lost all control and I’m encouraging it. Encouraging him.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers against my throat, bucking against me, his cock buried deep. His body goes tense, a choked groan falling from his lips just before the shivers take over.
He’s coming. And all I can do is hold on to him, witnessing this miracle. It’s mesmerizing to watch him, knowing that not many have seen him look like this. I squeeze my inner walls around him, causing a strangled sound to leave him, and he collapses on top of me, his weight heavy and hot. His skin sweaty and sticking to mine.
“Jesus. I’m sorry. That happened way too fast.” He’s breathing hard, his heart racing, I can feel it.
“Don’t apologize.” I drift my fingers up and down his wide back, tracing his shoulder blades. “It felt good.”
“Did you come? You didn’t.” His voice is flat, his disappointment palpable.
“I came twice already,” I remind him, kissing his forehead. I can’t stop touching him. I love having him lie on me like this, as if he owns me. It all feels so perfect.
He feels like mine.
Crew is about to pull out of my body, but I hold him to me, keeping him in place with my hand on his butt. Good lord, his muscles are hard.
“Can we do it again?” I ask hopefully.
He smiles, his mouth finding mine as he murmurs, “Hell yeah.”
FORTY-ONE
WREN
I think I have a problem.
Pretty sure I’m falling in love with Crew Lancaster.
Maybe it isn’t love. Maybe it’s just a serious case of infatuation that’s perfectly natural, considering he’s the one who took my virginity. He’s very important to me. The one boy I can never, ever forget. The one who I will remember until I’m an old lady on my death bed, my memories running through my mind, filtered, altered. Broken.
Except for that one boy. The one who I had sex with for the first time.
The rest of Saturday night is a haze. After round two, where we both made sure we came, he cuddled me close as we dozed off. We slept in each other’s arms, and when I woke up Sunday morning, he was tucked up behind me, hard and poking me in the butt, his fingers between my legs, touching my sore, sensitive skin.
He still made me come, and I returned the favor before we took showers and got ready to leave. We had breakfast and couldn’t linger for long. The plane was ready to take us back to Lancaster Prep.
Back to reality.
Once we returned to campus, I went to my room, collapsing into bed and sleeping the afternoon away. I only woke up to my phone buzzing, the room already dark since it was after five.
It was my father, checking in on me and asking about my trip. I lied about the fine details and got him off the phone quickly, grabbing the cookie out of my duffel bag that I got at the bakery yesterday afternoon and devouring it before I fell back into bed.
Now it’s Monday morning and another school day is about to start. At least it’s a shortened day—all week we get out at twelve-thirty because of the finals’ schedule. Today is first and sixth period, so we get to kick it off with Figueroa.
God, I don’t want to face him, knowing what he’s done. Will he even be there, or did they already arrest him?
I take a shower and blow dry my hair. Get dressed in my uniform. Tie my hair back with the ribbon, remembering what Crew said. How he wants to tie my wrists together with it one day.
My skin goes hot at the possibility.
I slip on my boots and am about to put on my jewelry when I realize something.
Where is my ring?
I unpacked at one point last night and don’t remember pulling it out of my bag. I go to the bathroom and dig in my toiletries bag, but it’s not in there. I check my purse to see if I dropped it in a small pocket inside, but no.
It’s not there either.
I remember taking it off. Leaving it on the nightstand at the hotel.
I don’t remember picking it up before we left.
Panic fills me, making it hard to breathe. My father is going to kill me. That ring is a family heirloom. It was his mother’s original engagement ring, and it has so much sentimental value attached to it. If I lost it…
I throw on my uniform jacket and my thick winter coat. Wind the scarf around my neck and don a hat before I’m leaving my dorm room and eventually exiting the building, a little earlier than usual.
I need to talk to Crew. Ask him if he remembers grabbing the ring for me. Anything is possible, right?