Chapter Seven
I had just showered and was getting ready for bed.
It was a little after eleven and unseasonably warm for May.
I pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts that said Pink across the butt.
I wasn't one to shop for sexy underwear, but once Alex and I became intimate, I started spending more of my little paychecks at that particular store.
I never bought anything outrageous, but I liked having my bra match my panties, and Alex never complained.
Looking sexy for my man made me feel good.
My phone beeped with a text message . . . .
I'm on your porch.
I got off my bed, looked outside, and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway.
What was he doing here?
He'd gone out with his friends tonight to celebrate Dan getting a job at a law firm in Denver. He told me he'd probably be out late, but would make it up to me by taking me boating the next day.
I ran downstairs and peeked through the small window by the front door. Alex was standing there, smiling at me. I quickly opened the door, and he stepped inside, turning to motion for the car to leave.
He grabbed me, pushing me back into the house as he kicked the door shut with his foot. He picked me up and kissed me hard on the mouth.
I could taste the alcohol on his breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingers through his hair as he walked us toward the steps.
"The chief is on the overnight shift, right?"
"Yes, but—"
He covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around.
He carried me up the steps and to my bedroom. "This one?" He pointed to my room.
I nodded. "What are you doing here?"
He moved me to the bed and gently placed me in it. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped it off his body, leaving him in a black, tight-fitting T-shirt.
"It's hot in here." He climbed into bed with me.
"Not that I'm complaining," I said, "but how did you end up in my bed?"
"Zack and James got tired of me talking about you." He smiled. "So they dropped me off here on their way to a club. They'll be back for me around two."
"You talked about me on your boy's night out?"
"Incessantly." He laughed, and from the look in his eyes, I could tell why he wasn't driving.
"You're drunk."
"Just buzzed, but I don't drive when I drink more than I should."
"So, what would you have done if I wasn't here?" I asked.
"I would've hunted you down," he said. "Where else would you have been?"
"I go places?" I smiled.
"Hmm," he said. "Two-timing me?"
"I'd have to be out of my mind," I said. "Where am I going to find a guy who leaves his friends and beer to come and hang out with boring old me?"
"You are far from old," he said, as he kissed my neck. "And, you're certainly not boring."
My body was tingling all over as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck.
He moved his hand down my stomach and placed it on my hip.
He worked his way back up to my lips, and I couldn't stop thinking how sexy it was to have his stubble rub across my face.
It was also intoxicating to taste the alcohol on his breath.
It added to the forbidden feeling of having him in my room, late at night, without my father home.
Everything combined to make me extremely aroused.
"These are cute." He grinned as he tugged at my little shorts. "I want you out of them."
I sat up and slipped them over my hips and down my legs, revealing my tiny, pink panties.
I wanted him to touch me, and if taking my shorts off got me closer to that goal, then I'd do it.
Sex was still new to me. We'd done it only a few times since our first encounter.
I got my period shortly after that night, so I didn't feel comfortable having sex that week, and then it was hard for us to find alone time.
We did have sex once when his parents were home, but I didn't feel at ease when we did, so Alex didn't press for me to do it again.
"This too." He placed his finger under the strap of my tank top.
"I don't have a bra on." I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Good." He smiled. "I want to see those boobs."
I bit my bottom lip and slowly pulled the shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor.
His gaze wandered over my exposed body, and he reached for my face and whispered, "I can't stop thinking about you.
" He pressed his lips to mine, moving his hand down my chest, using his fingertips to gently trace my nipples.
He laid me back on the bed and moved his mouth down my throat and to my right breast. He softly sucked just above my nipple, leaving a bright red spot behind.
It turned me on to see he had marked me. I wanted to be his.
I reached down and pulled at his shirt. "You have too many clothes on."
He got off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, then reached for his belt buckle.
I got up on my knees to face him and unbuttoned his pants, then slowly lowered the zipper as I placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his chest. He tangled his fingers in my hair and frantically pulled it when I brushed my hand over his erection that was now begging to break free from the confines of his boxers.
I reached for them, but he took my hand and smiled.
He kicked his pants off, pushed me back on the bed, and crawled on top of me.
His skin was so warm, and he smelled so good. He pulled my leg up over his hip and ground into me.
"I missed you," I whispered.
"We don't do this nearly enough," he said on a moan as he pushed his erection against my heated center.
Not that I was complaining about the contact, but after making love to him, dry humping was no longer enough.
I reached and pulled my panties down, hoping he would take the hint.
He kissed me harder as he continued to rock into me.
He was frantic with need, but I didn't know why he was waiting.
We were alone, horny, and definitely ready.
He slipped my panties down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. I grabbed his underwear and tugged at the waistband.
"Jocelyn," he said breathlessly. "I don't . . . ."
I reached inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around cowboy. After having sex with Alex, I no longer called it little cowboy.
Whatever he was going to tell me must have gone right out of his head, because he silently pulled his boxers off and let me continue stroking him. I was aching for him, dripping with desire, and the only way this feeling was going to subside was if he relieved me.
He lowered his body back down, placed his hand over mine, and guided his erection to my waiting center. He rubbed it against my desperately needy slit.
We both let out collective moans from the contact.
He ran his mouth along mine and gently bit my bottom lip.
"I didn't think I'd see you tonight," he whispered. "And it didn't take you long to get me worked up and naked."
I kissed him back as I lifted my hips so that our most intimate of areas could touch again.
"Fuck, Jocelyn." He groaned. "I don't have a condom."
Part of me was kinda glad because that meant since he wasn't seeing me tonight, he didn't think he'd be having sex at all, but the other part, the aroused teenage girl, was very disappointed.
I reached up and stroked his cheek. "It's okay; we can do other stuff, right?"
"I want you, Jocelyn," he whispered against my lips. He ran his tip along my slit.
"You're dripping."
"That happens when you're close to me."
He continued to rub against me, and I could see the struggle in his eyes.
I was so caught up in Alex that nothing mattered but having him inside me.
His kisses were soft and sensual now, and the way he moved against me was maddening.
We shouldn't have been entertaining the idea.
It was a risk neither of us needed, but somehow, rational thoughts seemed to go out the window when hormones were involved.
"Alex." I moaned. "Please!" I thrust my hips against him, trying to find some friction. He slowly entered me, but then stopped and closed his eyes.
"Oh, you're so warm. I've never done it this way before," he whispered.
A first?
I can give Alex a unique sexual experience? The thought of that drove me crazy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing him to slide deeper inside me, but he didn't move.
"Jocelyn, we shouldn't . . . I can't." His mouth was saying one thing, but his body was responding entirely differently.
I kissed him and looked into his eyes. "I trust you," I whispered.
"Fuck!" He moved in and out of me. I could feel everything. It was wonderful.
There were no barriers, just Alex and me. We were one.
I closed my eyes and got caught up in the moment. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and quivered against him. He'd made me come with his fingers and his tongue before, but usually during intercourse, I was so nervous that I couldn't fully let go. That wasn't the case tonight.
"Alex!" I screamed, and I could feel his body tense above me.
He gave me a few fast, hard thrusts, and then quickly pulled out of me and shot his warm cum all over my stomach.
He was breathing heavily when he rolled off me and pulled me against his body.
I draped my arm over his chest and hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered after a few seconds.
"I'm not."
How can I regret something that felt that good?
"You need to know that since I've been sexually active, I've never not used protection. I don't break that rule."
"I believe you," I whispered. "But how come you broke it tonight?"
"Because I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," he said. "Rules don't seem to matter when it comes to you."
"We both lost control."
He gently pressed his lips to mine, then got up and went to the bathroom to get me a towel.
He wiped my stomach clean, then got back in bed with me.
I stared up at the ceiling, and, coming back to reality, I realized how careless we'd been.
He pulled out, but that didn't always work.
I just hoped the odds were in our favor and thought maybe I should consider going on the pill.