39 Leti
Leti
Can you help me out of this dress?”
I move my hair out of the way, reveling in the sound he makes as he sucks in a ragged breath when I reveal my back to him.
He doesn’t say anything, just closes in behind me and pulls the zipper down until the material falls away from my body.
I shiver as his thumb trails up my bare skin, tracing against my spine.
For all his talk about being a perfect gentleman tonight, somehow I doubt one of us won’t try to make a move.
And it might be me.
When I came by yesterday, I left an overnight bag with everything I’d need to stay over for a couple nights.
Pajamas, a change of clothes, toiletries, and a few items I picked up at CVS stashed at the very bottom.
He hands me the bag now, and I thank him as I riffle through it for fresh pajamas.
As I yank my shirt out, a small box flies from the bag and falls to the floor.
I nearly bump heads with Julian in my rush to pick it up before he sees.
“Hey, don’t go giving me another concussion,” he jokes as his hand closes over the box of condoms mere seconds before I can grab it. Then, as slow waves of mortification wash over me, his eyes finally glance down to the packaging. “Oh…Leti—”
“We should get to bed.” I quickly snatch the box from him and shove it back into the bag. “I mean, not for that. Sleep. We should go to sleep.”
“If that’s what you want.” I hardly hear him as I hightail it to the bathroom to change.
“Can I ask you a question?” It’s only once I’m changed, face clear of makeup, and snuggled in bed, Julian’s arms around me, that this question comes out. Through the dim light shining through his window, I can make out his furrowed brow.
I stopped at CVS yesterday specifically for those condoms. Even though Julian and I haven’t really talked about the possibility of sex that goes further than what we’re already doing, I thought it was responsible to prepare for the day it might happen.
“Um, sure,” I say. “You can ask me anything.”
“When did you buy condoms? Is that…something you’ve been thinking about?”
“I bought them yesterday. Just to be safe, I guess. I wasn’t sure if what we were doing was headed in that direction or not.”
“Only if you want it to,” he answers my unspoken question. “Do you? Want it to, I mean?”
“I do,” I admit. “Definitely not now, though, with Andrew in the other room. Maybe not even tomorrow, but I sort of thought…”
“What, Leticia?” He kisses a trail up my clothed shoulder. “What’s in that big, beautiful, scheming brain of yours?”
“After our date,” I tell him, smiling. “The third date is when you get lucky, at least in movies. Not that they’re reflective of real life anymore, and I’m pretty sure four-year gaps between dates were never meant to be accounted for, but still.”
“You trying to get lucky on a technicality?” His smirk is positively infectious. “I’ll have you know that I am a man of honor. This will only be our third first date, madam. I have half a mind to make you wait for our first third date. Or our seventh tenth.”
“Now you’re just making shit up.”
He sighs into me, a hand sneaking its way up my shirt until it meets bare skin. He’s only touching the small of my back, and it’s already clouding my senses. His tone takes a serious turn, but his grin remains. “I like that idea too. After our third first date.”
“We’re agreed, then.” Lord, just the thought of him inside me is making me hot.
His hand starts tracing circles against my hip bone and I nearly arch my lower half into him.
“There’s also a huge bottle of lube in there.
I’m really glad it didn’t fall out of my bag too.
It probably would’ve made a mess on your floor. ”
His chest shakes with laughter. “Any other surprises I should know about?”
“That’s it,” I tell him. “Well, that and your hands are being very distracting right now. You trying to make me go back on what I said about no fooling around tonight?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.
” He kisses my neck as his hand moves up my side in slow, agonizing increments.
“I’m perfectly fine with your no fooling around rule.
However, if you’re having second thoughts…
” A gasp as his tongue darts out to lick my throat. “I’d be more than happy to oblige you.”
“Hmm.” It’s his turn to gasp when my stomach nudges against the bulge in his pants. “I think you’re the one who’d like to be obliged right about now.”
“Man. Of. Honor,” he growls. “Behave, Leticia.”
“You get bossy when you’re horny.” I completely ignore his directive and pull up his T-shirt.
He complies with a sigh, lifting his arms until the fabric slides off his body.
“Behaving is boring. We’ll be very, very quiet so we don’t disturb you-know-who.”
“Think you’re up to the challenge? I’m well aware of how loud you get.”
He wraps one of my legs around his waist, pushing his erection into the core of me until I let out an involuntary moan. Thankfully, it wasn’t too loud. When he grinds into me a second time, I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in the sound.
“I seem to recall you letting out a scream the first time I made you come. Are you sure you can handle it?”
My whole face heats up at the memory of the scream I let out in this very bed last week.
“I can handle it.” But I’m less sure of that when he pulls up my top, exposing my breasts to him. Even less so when his mouth is on my skin, the dull ache between my legs turning to a full-on throb when his tongue flicks across my nipple. “Oh god.”
“Careful,” he whispers, voice barely audible as his breath warms my skin. “We wouldn’t want to wake your brother now, would we?”
I shake my head, biting down on my tongue when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
It’s only once he switches to the other side that a devious idea lights up my brain.
I arch my back off the mattress, pushing my breasts in his face as I grind against him.
His groan vibrates my chest as my hands lock on his hips, keeping his lower half steady as I drive myself wild against his cock through his sweatpants.
“Fucking hell, Leticia.” He’s breathless, and the sight of him coming undone goes straight to my ego.
My hips lift for him of their own accord as his fingers dip into the waistband of my sleep shorts.
In seconds, he pulls them off my body and hovers back over me.
“I need to taste you. Tonight. Please tell me you’re capable of keeping quiet when I do. ”
I’m not sure I can promise that, not when I nearly groan at the image of his head between my legs. But I still nod, desperate.
“I don’t believe you for a second.” One hand runs up my inner thigh as the other clamps down on my mouth. It’s good thinking on his part, really, because I’m barely able to hold back once his fingers start swirling through my wetness and circling my clit. “Fuck, Leticia, you’re so wet.”
I’m shaking beneath him in seconds, which might be the quickest he’s ever made me come. He removes his hand from my mouth and whispers, “I want to ask you something.”
“Okay,” I whisper back. “What is it?”
“You expressed discomfort the last time I tried fingering you, but I want to try again,” he says. “It might make it easier on you before…”
“Before I lose my virginity to you?” I bite his lip lightly, enjoying the whimper he lets out way too much.
“Virginity is a construct.” He smirks. “But if you prefer a more archaic and heteronormative view of sex, then technically it’s before we lose our virginities to each other.”
“How very after-school special of us.” I chuckle. “And yeah, you can finger me. I can’t promise it’ll be that great or pleasurable for me, but if it makes breaking my hymen feel less like I’m being split in half, I’m willing to go for it.”
“All right, then.” He lifts himself off the bed and reaches for my duffel bag. Once he finds the bottle of lube, he says, “Whoa, you weren’t kidding. This thing is huge.”
“So is your—”
“Leticia,” he admonishes. “Don’t kid. I’m average, at best.”
“Thank god for that,” I say. “Popping my cherry will be hard enough without your monster dick rearranging my insides.”
“Careful. That was almost a normal volume,” he whispers, and I slap a hand over my mouth. “God, he’s going to be traumatized after tonight.”
“Who cares? Come here.”
He rejoins me on the bed, parting my legs and settling himself between them.
I let out a sigh at his touch, groaning in protest as he leaves to kneel at the foot of the bed.
Then I yelp as he pulls at my legs until they’re dangling off the mattress.
His hand covers my mouth again as he leans forward to get his first taste of me.
I let out a muffled moan into his palm as he licks my pussy, squirming beneath the other hand holding me down into the mattress.
God, it’s so hard to keep still when his tongue feels so fucking good.
It’s even harder to keep quiet, but luckily his hand seals over my mouth.
As he sucks my clit, the first finger circles my entrance, gauging my wetness.
He grabs for the lube and squeezes a dime-size amount onto his fingers before spreading me open with his other hand.
“Grab the pillow.” He nods to the one above my head. “I won’t have a free hand to cover your mouth, so you’ll have to bite down on it to keep quiet.”
Shakily, I reach up for it. His tongue resumes movement on my clit in slow, teasing licks that build me up as one finger breaches my entrance.
There’s a slight sting from the pressure, but it’s not bad.
I’m too focused on how good his tongue feels that I hardly register any discomfort at first. It’s when he adds a second finger to the mix that it really starts to sting.
I spend a moment staring up at the ceiling as I try to regulate my breathing.
Right when it gets to be too much and I’m about to tell him to stop, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I forget all about the pain as I momentarily see stars.
It’s an afterthought to grab the pillow and bite down just before a cry of pleasure escapes.
“Any pain?” His fingers move in and out of me, the wet sound so obscene and a little mortifying to my ears that I’m nearly catapulted out of the moment.
But I’m thrown right back in when his thumb circles my clit again and he says, “God, if you could only see yourself right now. You’re incredible.
So wet and perfect, my fingers slid right inside. You’re doing great, Leticia.”
“It’s not as—” My breath hitches as the pleasure amps up again. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It hardly hurts anymore.”
“Yeah?” His tongue replaces his thumb as his fingers push deeper inside of me. I let out a gasp before remembering the pillow, I’m so caught off guard by how good it feels.
“Yeah,” I say. “It feels amazing, Julian. God, if I’d known it could feel this good, I would’ve popped my own cherry with a toy ages ago.”
“I’m glad to have the honor instead.” He smirks before his mouth resumes work on me.
And lord, is he working. His fingers increase in pace with his tongue, my thighs beginning to shake around his head as the orgasm approaches.
I bite down on my lip along with the urge to cry out his name.
Finally, as he sucks on my clit one final time, my whole body shakes with the force of what is undoubtedly the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Holy shit.” I stare up at the ceiling for a moment. “That was amazing.”
So amazing, in fact, that I fall asleep almost immediately.
At some point in the night, we wake up for round two.
After coming a third time, I take Julian in my mouth, his hushed instruction and hitched breaths filling the quiet room until I swallow down his pleasure.
And then, both of us blissfully sated, I’m falling back asleep as I’m wrapped in his arms again.