25. Scott
CHAPTER 25
Scott
B y the time I’m done fucking this woman, she’s going to be walking sideways. My cock pulses and is so hard that I’m afraid one strong gust of wind will make it snap off my body.
Athena is sitting at her vanity, drying her hair. I told her to take her time because after how long we’ve waited to be together, I can wait a little longer for her to not be dripping all over the bed and making it too wet to sleep in.
Ironically, I have plans to make a very, very large wet patch on the bed for other reasons, and I don’t really care about that so much, but I don’t want her cold and wet from her hair.
“I feel you watching me, Gizmo,” she shouts over the loud noise of her hairdryer.
“Get used to it.” I’ve spent so long trying not to watch her, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she’s my favorite movie, and I could watch her all day long.
It’s the longest fifteen minutes of my life. She tells me it usually takes an hour, but she’s gotten the sopping wetness out of her hair, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer.
She strides toward me from across the room to where I’m sitting on the bed and just as she starts shooing me across the mattress to let her in, it hits me.
I gasp. “I don’t have condoms.” I’m going to cry. Like a straight up manchild I’m going to lie sprawled out on her bed and thrash my arms and legs like a toddler who wants Lucky Charms in the cereal aisle of the store.
Then I suppose I’ll head to the pharmacy and pick some up. It’s not really a big deal, but I’m not sure my boner is going to deflate enough for me to sit in the driver’s seat of my car.
Athena bursts out laughing. “Do you need a minute?”
My body heats, she probably saw my whole thought process flash across my face. “I just didn’t want to have to leave now that I’m ass naked, and all the blood in my body is running south.” I stand up and bend to pick up my shirt. I don’t want her to think I’m pressuring her in any way to do something we may never do and go bare.
She steps on my shirt as I try to lift it. “I have the implant. What did your last health eval say?”
Is she really asking me if I have an STD or an STI? “You have to get laid to get those things, Bright Eyes.”
There’s a long moment stretched out between us as all we do is stare into each other’s eyes. We’re doing it more and more lately, and it’s something I could do for days on end.
“Wait. You have an implant? Like they put something inside your body to stop you getting pregnant?”
She nods, stepping between my legs and picking up my hand to run over the skin.
Holy shit. That’s… something.
She rubs at the space between my eyebrows. “It’s okay. Some people get them for super bad periods. It works long term for like three years, so it’s cost effective. It’s pretty effective.”
“You really want that thing in your body?”
She gives my question some thought, and I flex my toes in her plush carpet. It feels so soft under my feet.
“No, I don’t think so. I’d like to not have something foreign under my skin releasing hormones into my body.”
I nod, pulling her to me for a kiss. It’s too soon to bring it up now, but if my girl doesn’t want kids, I’ll be booking myself in for a vasectomy. I’m not going to let her keep that thing in her body if she doesn’t even really want it.
I mean, how many women out there actually want to have something alien in their bodies?
She kisses my concerns away for the moment, her fingers sliding into my hair as she nips at my lips with her teeth. I’ve waited too long for this, and while I have previously nutted in my pants, it’s been a while since, so there’s every chance I’ll be back to two pumps and done.
I slide back into the bed on her Egyptian cotton sheets. At least, I think that’s what they are, but this isn’t the time to ask. We both know it’s time to be intimate. No more hiding, no more hesitating, no more delaying, I’m about to have sex with Athena de la Pena.
Holy shit.
I’m about to have sex with Athena de la Pena.
How is this real life?
“Are you going to move over, Scottie?” She’s staring at me like she’s already asked but I haven’t answered.
I scooch over in the bed. Okay, whatever these sheets are they feel nice under my ass and sliding my balls across them feels some kind of way, too. Is it weird to ask for sheets for my birthday? Or Christmas? It’s weird, right?
Sitting side by side in bed, it gets weird. The atmosphere changes from heated and comfortable to anxious. I’m not sure which of us is actually apprehensive, but I know that I’m going to make sure it doesn’t last long.
I pick her up and plop her onto my lap, ignoring the squeal of either delight or indignation, I’m not exactly sure. Of course, I didn’t account for the slip and slide that is her sheets so the two of us slowly move as I pull her to me.
“I think I love your sheets.” I kiss the top of her shoulder. “I like how they feel under my nuts.”
She laughs. “I don’t know if that’s something the company thought about in their promotional material. Feels nice on the balls. I bet they’d sell millions if they just told men their sack would feel silky smooth against the sheets.”
I nod, kissing her again, this time at the bottom of her throat, enjoying how her head tips to the side to grant me access. “Exactly. All we need is a little bit of ball love sometimes. We’re simple creatures.”
She snorts then goes silent. “I’m scared this is going to change everything between us.”
“I’m excited for this to change everything between us.” Does she not want to sleep with me? I mean, if she doesn’t, of course I’ll respect her boundary, but if she doesn’t, I’ll need to get her off my thick, hard cock sometime soon, too.
“I just don’t want us to lose what we already have, Gizmo.” The tender way she strokes my hair, sweeping it back over my ear makes my heart squeeze. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You will never lose me, Athena.” I look her square in the eye. “I love you; I have always loved you; I will always love you. There is no world where I don’t love you. And if this doesn’t work out between us in a relationship kind of way, no matter how hard it might be, if you want to remain friends, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure we stay friends. I’m not leaving you. I’m not going to hurt you. I mean, at least not on purpose. I might roll over onto your hair sometimes, or like, I dunno, step on your toes when we’re dancing or some shit.”
Her face softens, and her silky-smooth palm slides from my chin all the way back along my jaw. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Who’ll watch old movies with me because they want to, not because they feel they have to?”
I move her onto her back and slide down the bed so I’m lying next to her. I brush her still damp hair back from her cheek. “If at any point in this journey you feel uncomfortable, or like we’re losing our way, smack me upside the head and say so, okay? Because ultimately, I’m a guy, and sometimes guys don’t speak the same language as women. I’m not stupid, I know this. Sometimes I’m going to be clueless, but I hope that’ll be outdone by all the times I’m not.”
She smiles up at me. “You know I’m not perfect either, right? Like I fuck up all the time. And when I do, it’s usually in a supernova kind of fashion. I go from zero to nuclear in three seconds.”
I raise a brow.
“Okay, fine, one and a half seconds.”
I have seen her lose her shit at her brothers sometimes and heard some of her irate phone calls with people, and she’s not wrong. It’s a stereotype for sure, but in this instance my Latina love is something of a hot head.
I splay my palm on her stomach, enjoying the way her body doesn’t tense under my touch. It’s reassuring how easily we both seem to have settled into this relationship, friends turned into more, that comfortable friendship we’ve had for the last couple years hasn’t been made weird. At least not so far.
I’ll do everything in my power to ensure it stays that way.
“You have a temper?” I walk my fingers down her bare stomach, side-step her pussy, and skim the inside of her thigh, making her moan and arch her back. “Can’t say I’ve noticed.”
I repeat the process again. Up to her bellybutton, down to her knee. Up to her?—
“I swear to fucking God, Scott, touch me or die.”
There she is. I chuckle. “Impatient?”
She nods. “It’s our first time, so I’m trying to be patient but just get the fuck inside me now, please.”
As I roll over her leg to settle between her thighs, her body softens. “You sure you’re okay with me going in without a condom?”
She nods again. “But if you don’t get in soon, I’ll cut your dick off and use it like a dildo while you bleed out on my floor.”
I snort. “Okay, but, once I’m in, we’re going to have a talk.”
She shoves both my shoulders on a huff. “Less talking more fucking.”
“Only if you promise to tell me what you like and don’t like.”
It’s her turn to snort. “You don’t think you’ll be able to tell when I enjoy something?” She rolls her eyes. “Okay.”
I line up to her entrance and push my cock against her soaking wet pussy. Jesus Christ, I love how wet she gets for me. She rolls her hips toward me, desperate, needy, and I can’t hold back another second.
I shove my cock inside her in one thrust, leaving us both breathless. She moans under me, and I damn near lose my mind.
“This won’t last long.” My balls are already tight, my muscles primed, and my body aching for release. It’s been less than two seconds of being inside her and already I’m about to blow.
She reaches for me, pulling me against her enthusiastically. When our lips collide, her hips move again. And while I’m scared she’s going to think I’m a premature ejaculator, I’d rather get the first time behind us so I can fuck her senseless.
I think once I’ve come once inside her, it’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. My cock will simmer down and realize I’m not here for just one night, it’s not a dream, she’s real, she’s really underneath me, and it’s a long-term kind of deal.
I hope.
I move my hips, slowly at first, but her tight walls grip me in an unyielding grip, so I see stars. Forcing a breath out between my teeth I dare to pick up the pace. No idea why, though, because the faster I go, the tighter she grips me.
Fuck. I’m going to blow. I tip my head back. Maybe if I don’t look at how beautiful she is I’ll last longer than a few seconds. I want to give my girl everything I can but the joy of having a long first time together isn’t looking likely.
“Eyes on me, Gizmo.” Her voice doesn’t help in my eagerness to come, and I have to slow to a stop for a beat to compose myself.
“I swear I’m not normally like this.”
“Like what? So eager to come inside me that you can’t help but blow your load? I damn well hope not, Scottie. If you were like this all the time, then what would be special about it?” She cups my face, bringing my head down to hers and kisses me. After a couple seconds, she drops a hand to my ass and digs her nails in, encouraging me to go harder, or faster, or y’know, at all.
When I move, she flickers her walls around me, and the stars reappear. She looks up at me with the sparkling mischief I love about her on full display, like she’s trying to make me shoot my load early.
Fine. If she wants it hard and fast even if it’s simply for a few thrusts, then she’ll get it. I grip the sheets on both sides of her head and go to town. My thrusts are so hard her bed rocks, slapping the headboard off the wall as I fuck her.
It’s a short-lived blast of energy. She sinks her fingernails into my shoulders as her hips meet mine with every thrust, but it’s too much, I can’t hold back. It’s coming like a runaway train, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
No, no, no.
My balls are so tight, so heavy, they’re going to blow.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Think of the president. Fuck, no. I don’t want to go floppy. I still want to get my girl off, but I just—“Shiiiiiiit.”
I breathe through my spine-tingling, light head inducing release and collapse on top of Athena with a heavy slap.
“I’m so sorry.” I groan into her hair.
She giggles or tries to. It’s hard to do much of anything when you have a fully grown hockey player splatted out on top of you. “It’s okay, I think it’s kind of adorable.”
Adorable.
Sex with me is adorable.
That’s not really the rousing praise I was going for.
“Just wait until I’m ready to go again. Third time’s the charm.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her, or me, and I’m not sure if it’s convincing either of us to be honest.
She laughs again as I find my arms and manage to push myself up enough to not completely squash my girlfriend. “I believe you.”
She’s teasing, but I really don’t want her to feel like I can’t satisfy her. I want to satisfy the shit out of her. I will satisfy the shit out of her. I just need to tell my sixteen-year-old self to get it together.
I still have plenty of other ways to blow her pretty, little mind.
Sliding down the bed, I pull out, not giving a crap if I get my come on her sheets, in fact, I kind of love the idea. She grabs me by the front of my hair and yanks my head up. “Where are you going?”
“To eat you out and make you come all over my face.”
Her eyes widen in horror. “Are you crazy? Your cum is literally leaking out of me.”
Where’s she going with this? She stares at me for a long moment like she’s waiting for something to hit me.
“Okay, and?”
“You’re not grossed out by that?”
Am I? I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve eaten Tate’s cooking, and I’m pretty sure nothing in the world tastes worse than that. And if getting a little of my own cum on my own tongue will help me blow Athena’s mind, then there are definitely far worse things I could have in my mouth. “No?”
She purses her lips. Is she trying to figure out whether I’m serious?
After what feels like a painfully long time—because, hello, trying to eat my girl out here—she nods. “That’s kind of hot.” She waves in the direction of her crotch. “Proceed.”