Sixteen | Avery
Sixteen
Avery
I kissed Sam.
Not only did I kiss my best friend’s older brother—who I was currently living with, but I enjoyed it more than I could have ever anticipated.
Growing up, I’d always had a crush on Sam but never thought anything could happen between us because he always felt off limits being Cassidy’s brother. But now that we were older and spending so much time together, I was struggling to keep that boundary drawn.
We stood there staring at each other for a moment as a million thoughts raced through both of our minds after I admitted I would never regret kissing him. But it was true. There were plenty of things in life I might take back if I could, but feeling his warm lips pressed against mine as his body wrapped around me wasn’t one of them.
“I don’t regret it either,” he finally admitted as a dimpled grin appeared.
“Well, then, I guess that clears that up.”
“We still have one problem we need to deal with, though.”
My body tensed as I waited for whatever bad news he was about to deliver.
“Okay. What’s that.”
“I want to take you out tonight. At first, it was just as friends to get some holiday shopping done. But now, if you’d let me, I’d like to make it a date.”
My eyes widened with surprise. Sam was asking me out on a date?
“Sam, you don’t have to do that,” I said softly.
“Do what? Like you? Be so wildly attracted to you that I can’t stop obsessing over how beautiful you are. Or is it that I really want to spend time with you, and I would be honored if you would give me the privilege of taking you out?”
“I don’t know.” I laughed nervously, tugging at the hem of my shirt as I looked away. “All of this just happened out of nowhere. And to be honest, I haven’t dated anyone in almost a decade. I don’t even know what dating is like anymore. Plus, I have Kennedy to think about, and I know you don’t like to hear it, but I don’t know how long we’re staying in Sugarplum Falls.”
“I know.” He stepped forward and grabbed my hands, holding them in his. “I’m not asking for anything more than tonight, Avery. I know you have a lot on your plate right now and I would never try to make things more complicated. I adore Kennedy and would never want to make things hard for you with her, either. We can take this one baby step at a time. I’m not asking for forever; I’m just asking for tonight. One night where I can take you out and we can explore whatever this thing is between us.”
I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and inhaled sharply.
“Don’t do that,” he warned, his eyes suddenly darkening.
“Do what?” I asked, my voice so soft it was barely audible.
He stepped even closer, releasing my hands as he cupped my face and leaned in.
“Chew on your lip.”
“Oh.” I meant to release it, but the way he was looking at me so intently only made me bite down on it harder.
He released a frustrated breath before leaning in and devouring my mouth in the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. One hand stayed firmly behind my head while the other wrapped around my body, pulling me flush against him. Even through his jeans, I could feel the defined bulge of his erection.
I whimpered as my body started to turn to mush and a fire spread between my thighs. He hadn’t even touched me other than kissing, and I was seconds away from coming undone.
I tried to pull away so I didn’t embarrass myself, but then he deepened the kiss, and I was done. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, desperate for whatever he would give me.
He broke the kiss and nudged my head to the side as he mercilessly kissed down my neck and over my collarbone. I was putty in his hands, begging him for the relief I needed.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Avery?” he asked as I clawed at his shirt again.
We were literally in the middle of the coffee shop, acting like two horny teenagers, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long that it gave me a high I didn’t want to come down from.
“Yes, Sam. I want it more than anything.”
“I don’t want you to feel rushed. We can take things slow.”
“I don’t want slow. I want fast and hard. Possibly bent over this counter or on top of it. I don’t care. I just want that promise of a good time that keeps poking me through your jeans.”
He chuckled and playfully nipped my earlobe.
“A quickie in a coffee shop is not how I ever imagined us doing this,” he said with a laugh.
“You’ve thought about us having sex before?”
I pulled back slightly so I could see his face as he answered.
“Maybe a time or two.” He shrugged but didn’t give me any of the juicy details I wanted.
“Oh really? And what exactly did you picture when you thought about us having sex?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“Sam!” I exclaimed with a smile stretched so tight across my face that it hurt. “That’s not fair. Tell me! Please... I won’t tell anyone.”
“Neither will I.”
I shook my head, frustrated that he was refusing to tell me about it. But then he leaned forward and began kissing my neck again, making me forget all about the other stuff.
His lips were soft and tender as they grazed over my skin, covering it in goosebumps. I reached down and grabbed for the bottom of his shirt again, this time pleased when he allowed me to remove it.
I knew that Sam was gorgeous, but shirtless Sam was my new favorite. My fingers scraped gently down his chest, loving the way his hard pecs felt beneath them before lowering over his defined stomach to the top of his jeans.
“If I’m losing clothes, so are you,” he teased, arching an eyebrow.
I lifted the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing a black lace bra as I tossed the shirt to the floor. His eyes leisurely roamed over my body as he licked his lips, making my knees wobbly. I was thankful that there weren’t many windows in the store and that the few there were had been frosted and elaborately decorated for the holiday, making them impossible to see through from outside.
“Pants, too,” he instructed, stepping closer and invading my space again as the spicy scent of his cologne filled the air between us.
I looked up and locked eyes with him as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them slowly down my legs until they were in a puddle at my feet. I stepped out of them, suddenly self-conscious that I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Not only that, but the lights were bright enough for him to see the stretchmarks on my stomach from carrying Kennedy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, reaching for me and pulling me against him again.
“I’m officially wearing less clothes than you, so I think it’s your turn to take something off.”
“I will in a minute. But first,” he paused as he lifted and set me on the counter, “I want to make you come on my tongue.”
I couldn’t see my face, so I had no idea what it looked like. But if I had to guess, I would say it was similar to one of those old Looney Tune cartoons where my eyes bulged out of my head and were three times the size they normally were.
I didn’t doubt Sam was good in bed, but hearing Sam with a dirty mouth was more than I was ready for.
“Don’t look so surprised,” he teased. “I love eating pussy.”
I watched as he lowered himself between my legs and gently pushed my panties to the side, exposing me. His touch was soft and gentle as he lightly brushed his fingers along my thighs, his mouth now mere inches away from my slit.
I leaned back on my hands, watching as he looked up at me while his tongue ran across my pussy, licking up my wetness as it slid inside. I gasped and closed my eyes, the sensation enough to make me lose it.
His hands gripped my hips as he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter while he continued to fuck me with his tongue.
Everything felt so amazing that I never wanted this to end. I reached down and grabbed his short hair, slightly digging my nails into his scalp as I teetered on the edge of climax. It would be embarrassing with how quickly I came, but I didn’t care. No one had ever made my body tingle the way Sam was, and I wanted every ounce of pleasure he could give me.
His grip on my hips tightened as he pressed his lips against my clit and began to suck.
“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping his hair tighter as I tried not to fall apart. “Oh my God. Fuck.”
I panted hard, completely breathless, as he continued his beautiful torture on my clit. My spine started to tingle as I felt the start of the world’s best orgasm. I arched my back and let my head fall back as I cried out when waves of pleasure washed over me.