19. Holden
NINETEEN
Holden
SHOULD BLINDFOLDING AN ACQUAINTANCE BE THIS HOT?
Jesus fucking hell, I have never needed so badly to be inside a woman.
“Hang on a second—I have to get something from the other room,” I tell her.
“There’s condoms in the drawer by the bed,” Piper says. “Shay made me put them there.”
Fuck it. They’re closer. I crawl across the bed to open the drawer, and I don’t even close the drawer before tearing open a packet.
“Wait! Wait!” she calls out.
Fuck.
No.
No wait .
“Holden, wait.” She’s up on her elbows again. Her nipples are so hard and her tits are so swollen, and I think she’s still mid-orgasm. “Before you put one on…can you put it in my mouth?”
I think my brain just broke.
“Huh?”
“I just want it in my mouth before it’s in me, real quick.”
That is the best fucking thing anyone has ever said to me.
I think I’m going to cry.
“’Kay.”
She sits up, and I finally free my cock from my boxer briefs and straddle her on my knees. She adjusts the sleep mask on her face and licks her lips, smiling. Excited. She’s excited about this.
What is happening to me?
My head is spinning and my heart is beating like crazy and a sweet, beautiful, blindfolded girl is asking me to put my cock into her mouth?
This is every New Year’s, every holiday and birthday and horny-adolescent-boy wish come true.
But part of me just wants to give Piper whatever she wants.
Fortunately, at this moment, she wants this part of me.
In her mouth.
She leans forward the slightest bit, and I put my hand on the crown of her head, guiding her toward the tip of my cock. It kisses her cheek first. She gasps. I grip it at the base, and she reaches for my hips to steady herself. I watch her tongue escape her lips and make contact with the head of my cock, and I am such a stud for not exploding all over her face. Her mouth forms an O, and her lips wrap around me, like she’s sucking a lollipop.
I can’t look.
And I can’t look away.
She takes me in her hands, testing how much of me she can take in her mouth at once.
I can’t bear much more of this.
Her warm, wet mouth; those big, soft lips.
She makes the most amazing little noise, like she’s savoring me, and then she pulls back and there’s a pop when she releases me from her mouth.
She lies back down and says, “Okay. Now.”
I have never rolled a condom on so fast. I position myself at her entrance, and her legs bend instinctively. No resistance.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
I push in. Slowly. Little by little.
She is so tight.
So tight.
But so, so wet.
I think I’m dying.
She’s holding her breath. Her hands grip my biceps. I wait for her to suck in a breath, and then I thrust in as deeply as I can. She cries out, a sharp staccato scream that turns into something like a groan. The good kind.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah.” She loops her arms around my neck, rocks her hips, and hikes her legs up toward my waist. “More.”
God damn.
I will give her so much more.
“You feel so good, baby.”
“I like this.”
“Me too.”
“You’re good at this!”
“Thanks.” I have to laugh a little because she has no idea how true that is. And then I say the thing that I never thought I’d say to someone: “I think you were made for me.”
“I had a feeling I was, Holden.” She sounds so shy and confident at the same time.
I have to kiss her, real quick, because I can’t slow down.
She’s breathless and panting, and if I do this right she’ll come again with me inside her and I will be a hero because that never happens the first time.
I find a good rhythm.
So good.
Fucking hell, it’s so good.
It’s happening.
Her tits are bouncing against my chest.
Her hips are rolling.
She’s milking my cock.
She’s calling out my name.
She’s ready.
I go faster and harder.
She snakes her arms around my back and presses herself against me, her neck arched. We are both slick with sweat and hoarse from breathing so heavily. She screams Oh my God . My name. She sounds confused and elated. Like she has no idea what she’s feeling but she’s so happy she’s feeling it, and I feel so fucking lucky I’m the one who gets to make her feel this way. She’s chanting like she’s cheering me on.
We’re both ready.
I slam into her and freeze in time.
There’s the release and the connection and disappearing and finding something I’ve been missing.
I can hear her say my name from somewhere in all the shining darkness.
And then there’s just perfect, peaceful nothing.
I have no concept of what time or day or year it is.
I can’t even tell if I’m dreaming or not.
I just know that I’m lying on top of Piper, my cheek pressed against hers. Her arms hang lazily over my back. She’s removed the sleep mask, but her eyes are closed. She’s asleep. Breathing steadily. Her long dark hair splayed out around her head.
And she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
I’ve read so many pretty words about love. Dark words too. I’ve feared and longed to understand what the great writers meant, what the great actors have been portraying. I’ve never wondered if I was in love before.
Until now.
As hard and fast as the snow is falling outside this cabin, I am falling in love, hard and fast, with Piper Puckett.
I don’t know when it started—I just hope it never ends.