Chapter 11 - Jael #2
Rhett groans and tips his head up to the sky before blowing out a breath.
“That’s an image that I’m never going to be able to wipe from my mind.”
Then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his basketball shorts and in one fluid motion, shoves them down along with his boxers, and suddenly, he’s just... there.
Like, there, there. Fully exposed, the faint silver glow of moonlight spilling over him like some kind of spotlight, highlighting every inch of his long, muscular body.
I wasn’t prepared. Not for this.
I’ve seen pictures online, but those didn’t come close to seeing Rhett naked.
Not even in the same universe. He’s probably only halfway hard, I think, at least if I understand how this works.
Right? Because if this is flaccid, then holy hell.
.. good for you, Rhett. And good for whoever the girl is who’s gotten to hook up with him.
Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure if Rhett has ever had a girlfriend before.
My mind drifts for a moment, wondering what it’d be like to be with Rhett, and then I snap back, eyes locked on his penis that’s there for me to view.
And yet, even if he is halfway there, he looks like the kind of thing you’d see in a dirty magazine. He wraps one hand around the base of himself and strokes in an upward motion, showing me the right kind of pressure and reminding me that this isn’t a photo, he’s real.
Right here, right now, standing in front of me.
Nice, thick girth. A single prominent vein running along the side, leading down to a set of heavy, hanging balls that sway slightly as he steps closer.
They’re big—bigger than I’d expected a sack to be—but not so much that they make anything else look out of proportion.
Everything about him seems almost... perfect. Like a blueprint someone drew up to show off exactly how a guy should look when he’s built for women and doesn’t have any shame showing it off.
“Oh,” I breathe, the word slipping out before I can stop it. My voice is soft, full of awe.
I don’t even bother lifting my eyes to meet his. I can’t. Not when that is right in front of me, demanding all my attention. It’s mesmerizing in a way I didn’t think a cock ever would be. So, this is what a penis looks like in person.
“Get your fill in,” he says jokingly and then yanks his shorts back up with a shit eating grin now firmly across his face.
“Okay, so you stroke it like you demonstrated?”
He nods. “Yeah, kind of tug it. Not too hard, but one long, connected stroke.”
I nod, making mental notes. “Okay, so that goes inside me then?”
He laughs out loud, way too hard and I can feel the flush that’s burning across my chest and cheeks as I spin on my heels quickly to stomp back inside. Fuck that. I don’t need to be laughed at just because I’m new to this. Everyone starts somewhere.
“Jael! Wait, wait, wait,” he says, snagging my wrist and yanking me back to him.
I’m already off balance so the sudden shift in movement causes me to crash against his chest where he holds me firmly. My eyes cast up to him as he smiles down at me and the unmistakable feel of his erection presses into my stomach.
He’s not smiling in a teasing way anymore, but like he might actually enjoy my presence and appreciate my innocence.
“I’m sorry for laughing at you. Your question…” he runs his hand through his hair and then tugs at the back of his neck. “It just caught me off guard. You really are an eighteen-year-old virgin, huh?”
“What did you think, I just wanted to see your dick?” I scoff.
“Rhett, I’m going to go to college and be all inexperienced and get taken advantage of because I don’t know what I’m doing and spent my most formative years in a small town that lacks a proper sex-education program.
” I shake my head. “I mean, who’s still a virgin at eighteen years old in this town?
There’s nothing to do here but drink and have sex. ”
It feels like everyone else has been having sex since we entered high school, and I’m somehow far behind and grossly naive when it comes to relationships and anything that you do when in a relationship.
“It’s not something to be embarrassed about, Jael.” He looks confused by why I’m so upset.
“The public school system really did a disservice to me. I bet sex-ed back in Charlotte would have been a lot more helpful,” I continue.
Rhett stays silent, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that sends a shiver zapping through me.
When I finally lift my eyes to meet his, he reaches out, his touch so gentle it’s almost reverent.
His finger brushes under my chin, tilting my face upward, and my breath catches in my throat.
His shirt, soft but worn thin in places, presses against my chest, and I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, yet quick, like mine.
Then, without a word, he leans down slowly towards my face. His lips meet mine, and the kiss that he gives me is just like him: unhurried, confident, and steady. The same gentle yet firm touch he had earlier is present, but now, there’s something else behind it.
Passion or desire, I’m not sure. But when his fingers thread through my hair and squeeze my neck, I open for him wider.
This time, I don’t rush. I don’t push his face aggressively against mine like I’m trying to prove something and show off.
Instead, I let myself yield, let him lead.
His tongue brushes mine, tasting, coaxing instead of demanding.
A warmth blooms in my chest, spreading out through my limbs, until I feel like I’m melting into him.
When his hand that’s tangled in my hair gives a gentle tug, a shiver races down my spine. He tips my face upward, guiding me with just the right amount of tongue, and I go willingly. The kiss deepens, and everything about it feels... right.
His lips are softer than I remember, the faintest trace of cinnamon lingering there—probably from the Altoids he must’ve had before meeting me at the lake.
The scent and taste bring me back to those younger years, when we were just kids sneaking them from his mom’s purse during the church services that she’d drag us to, and popping them like they were candy to keep our stomachs full until lunch.
The nostalgia hits me like a wave, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
Deeper into him.
I’m lost in Rhett’s taste, his touch, this moment. When we finally break for air, I can feel his erection pressing harder into me between my thighs.
“That," he says, pointing down at his dick that’s straining against the thin athletic shorts he’s wearing, “is what happens when you kiss the correct way and don’t hurry things acting like you’re trying to eat my face for dinner.
There’s something to be said about a slow kiss.
A slow burn. The anticipation for the reward is what turns guys on the most. The tease. ”
I nod, swallowing hard, trying to burn this moment into my memory for later, but my thoughts are a tangled mess. I can’t figure out where my feelings for Owen and my determination to lose my virginity with him begin or end. And now, where Rhett fits into all of this.
Or maybe where he’s always fit into things.
Rhett has been my irritating, too-handsome neighbor next door. Sure, I’ve always thought he was attractive, but we’ve never crossed any sort of line toward anything more than a friendship riddled with teasing and stolen moments.
Until tonight.
In the span of less than an hour, I’ve seen his penis, had an anatomy lesson, and learned how to kiss properly to turn a guy on. And now, I can’t help but wonder... would it really be such a terrible thing if I lost my virginity to Rhett instead of Owen?
Would it still be "just practice" if I let it happen? Or have my feelings for Rhett been real all along, buried beneath years of denial and pretending that I didn’t care about him because I thought he’d never reciprocate?
Has he been what I’ve wanted this entire time without even realizing it?
I glance down, my gaze catching on the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric of his shorts.
Rhett doesn’t try to hide it, doesn’t shift awkwardly or look embarrassed.
He’s just... himself, confident and unashamed.
And at least with Rhett, I know he won’t laugh at me or make me feel small if I don’t know what I’m doing my first time.
The thought gives me fresh confidence. Slowly, I take a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body as I bridge the gap between us. My chest brushes against his, and my arms wind back around his neck. His dark eyes lock on mine, searching, waiting, and I’m not longer hesitating.
I press my lips to his, soft at first, then more firmly as I take the lead this time. He responds immediately, his lips moving against mine in perfect sync, giving me just enough control while still meeting me halfway.
The kiss deepens, and I feel his hands on my waist, grounding me, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
When we finally break apart this time, we’re breathless and flushed, Rhett’s grinning harder.
“You’ve improved. You’re a quick learner.”
“You’re a good teacher,” I whisper, attempting to study his face and read what he’s thinking.
Does he want me? Does he mean that? I decide to go for it. The worst that can happen is he rejects me, and we go our separate ways, never to bring this up again.
“Will you teach me something more? I want you to be my first time,” I whisper.
Rhett takes a gigantic step backwards and pushes my hands away from his neck, causing them to fall to my side awkwardly.
“No, Jael.”
I pout, covering my arms across my chest because clearly, I misread this entire situation.
“No, because you don’t think I’m attractive, or no because of some other reason?”
“I think my boner can answer that question for you. I don’t want you to associate your first time with me.”
“And why is that? You’re not that terrible of a guy.”