Seven Minutes in Heaven #3
“I’d never hurt you, Doll,” I said, adjusting my position to take her face between my hands. “Never. I promise you that.”
I kissed her, as softly as I had the first time, two years before. Her lips were full and soft, and so fucking warm. My cock throbbed at the contact. The softest moan escaped my throat, and I pressed into her, unable to hold back.
“Oh,” she gasped, a tremor going through her body. “Preston. We can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked, resting my forehead to hers. “I want to kiss you so bad, Dolly.”
“What about Devlin?” she asked, toying with my shirt.
“Devlin… Told me to kiss you.”
“He did?”
“He thinks he’ll be in trouble with you,” I admitted. “Unless you’re just as bad.”
“Then let’s be bad,” she said, her soft, breathy voice making my head spin with desire.
I didn’t need another invitation.
I kissed her again, and I didn’t waste time.
I knew we’d spent a few minutes talking, but I didn’t rush it, either.
I just kissed her the way I wanted to, sliding my tongue into her mouth, tasting the beer and fruit snacks she’d eaten, tasting her mouth deeper.
I wanted to kiss and lick and taste every part of her mouth—her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her teeth, her lips.
There wasn’t enough time in the game, in the day, for all the places I wanted to explore.
I wanted to take my time, to claim every part, every inch, of her entire body with my mouth.
I slid my hand between us, palming her tits the way I’d dreamed of doing since I was ten years old.
Suddenly, I was glad it was dark, because I was pretty sure my eyes were rolling back in my head at the sensation of her nipple hardening against my palm.
I skimmed my palm over just the tip, and she gasped, breathing hard and arching against me.
Our tongues slid together rhythmically, naturally, as if they’d already known what to do, as if the perfect rhythm had been programmed into us.
She started rocking against me, and I saw heaven when I felt the softness between her legs pushed up against my cock.
It was so fucking soft, so warm, I wanted to sink into her plush little cunt.
When I pushed my hips forward, grinding against her center, she whimpered into my mouth.
I pulled back from the kiss, brushing her hair aside and burying my face in her neck, licking and sucking at her throat, inhaling the scent of her skin.
It was making me so crazy I knew I was going to embarrass myself, but I didn’t care.
I grabbed her thigh, dragging her onto her back and shifting my weight on top of her. When I started grinding against her, her whole body bowed up. Dropping her head back, she dug her nails into me. “Oh, god, Preston,” she gasped. “I’m—”
I clamped a hand over her mouth so the others wouldn’t hear, fumbling her shirt up and my own jeans down enough to push the head of my cock against her belly.
The second it touched her soft flesh, I came.
I bit down on the side of her neck to muffle the sound of my own release as I jerked again, more cum spurting onto her belly.
She shuddered against me, her hips jerking under mine, her thighs clenching around my hips.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered, pulling back after a second, panic going through me. I wanted to collapse onto her, to marvel in the sensation of her soft body welcoming me, but I knew there wasn’t time. I slipped my phone out of my pocket.
“Thirty seconds,” I said, releasing her mouth.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Wipe it off!”
“They’ll see it on the sleeping bag.”
“I don’t care,” she hissed. “Get it off me.”
“Just rub it in,” I said.
She touched it gingerly, and the sight of it on her fingers made my cock throb, a last drop squeezing from my tip.
She squinted into the light of my phone, and I quickly pulled the top of my jeans over the head of my cock as she started rubbing my cum into her skin.
I only had thirty seconds with the dim light of my phone, but I’d keep those images in my mind for years to come—her dainty fingers with the long nails touching my cum for the first time, the little string of cum stretching from her fingertip to her belly as she pulled back, the shiny splatters across her bare skin, the creamy whiteness filling the little indent of her navel, the sight of her rubbing me into her thirsty skin like lotion.
“Ten seconds,” I cautioned, making sure I was tucked in and pulling down her shirt.
She smoothed her hair, and I wondered if she had anything left on her hand, if she’d go home later and sleep with it in her hair all night before showering in the morning. If she’d wear my cum to bed or wash it off before she slept.
“Do I look normal?” she asked.
“Yes,” I assured her.
I glanced at the timer. Five seconds.
“Did you…?” I asked. I thought so, but I didn’t know how to tell for sure.
“Yes,” she whispered. “But don’t tell anyone. That’s never happened before with—”
She broke off, and bitterness crept into my throat. “With Devlin?” I asked, resentment clipping my words. “Maybe that should tell you something.”
“Don’t you dare tell him,” she growled. “I’ll never forgive you.”
“Fine,” I snapped. “Go back out there to your boyfriend and pretend this was nothing. You’ve been doing it for years.”
It pissed me off that she wanted him, and for no other reason than she wanted to make her parents happy. I liked her first. I kissed her first. I could even make her cum when he couldn’t. But she still wanted him.
Before she could answer, we heard the timer go off outside the box. Mine stopped, too, though I’d silenced my phone. I slipped it into my pocket, plunging us back into darkness for a few seconds before everyone finished standing and opened the trunk.
I stood and pulled Dolly up, which gave me a chance to give her shirt a quick once-over.
I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed that there were no wet spots.
We’d rubbed it all into her skin. She would wear me on her for the rest of the night.
But it was Devlin who would drive her home, kiss her goodnight.
It gave me a moment of grim satisfaction knowing that my cum would be on her when he did it.
“Well, it looks like someone had a good time,” Destiny said with a sly grin.
The others were stifling giggles. I glanced down, sure my dick was somehow showing, but it looked normal.
I checked Dolly again. Her hair was a little mussed, but it could have been from lying on the sleeping bag talking.
Her lips might have been a bit redder than normal, and one cheek was a little red from where my fingers had pressed in when I held my hand over her mouth, but I thought we looked more put together than the other couples who came out.
“What?” Dolly asked, a blush coloring her cheeks.
She liked to pretend she was so pure and virtuous, that she didn’t want to play games like this, didn’t even want to kiss another guy.
But in the dark, she’d been grinding on me, wanting it as much as I did.
Now she was upset that they all knew the sweet little Dolly Beckett had let me kiss her.
If only they knew the other things we’d done.
“I wouldn’t have taken the freshman for a biter,” Carmen said. “Maybe I’ll get a lucky spin and get me some of that.”
She leaned forward and spun her bottle. I was thankful for the attention turning away from us. I didn’t want to lose control again, didn’t know what I’d do this time. I wouldn’t hit anyone, but I might tell them what I’d done to their innocent, virginal princess.
I held out a hand and helped Dolly out of the chest. She had put her hand to her neck, but I nudged her elbow, and she lifted it just enough to give me a peek, glowering at me as she did.
“Did you leave a mark?” she asked.
I grinned. “It’s just a little red. Maybe Devlin will share his ice pack with you.”
She glared and covered it with her hand again. She was going to kill me when she saw a mirror later, but I was happy that I’d left something on her that couldn’t be rinsed off when she got home.
Her father would probably kill me before she got a chance to, but it would be worth it to have defiled the mayor’s daughter that way.
I’d left four or five smaller hickeys along with a huge, dark bruise.
When I came, I’d bitten her to keep from making noise, and the mark was unmistakably exactly what it was.
“Aww, that blows,” Colt exclaimed. “Some guys have all the luck.”
I turned back to the game to see the bottle pointing at Devlin.
He just shrugged, grinning.
“Really?” Dolly asked, stamping her foot. “You’re going to go make out with another one of my friends?”
“You didn’t seem to mind when it was you and my cousin,” Devlin pointed out.
“Yeah, Doll,” I said, crossing my arms and tipping my chin at her. “Why don’t you tell him how much you enjoyed that.”
“You’re both unbelievable,” she fumed, stomping to the ladder. “Shut up, Preston. And you, Devlin. Why don’t you just make out with the whole school? I mean, it’s not like you have a serious girlfriend who you said you’d be exclusive with or anything.”
The asshole had the nerve to look torn about whether he was going to follow his girlfriend or make out with one of her friends.
And of course all she had to say to me was that I should be quiet, not tell anyone, just like I’d never told anyone about our first kiss.
I was her dirty little secret, the one who got shit done and held her hand when he hurt her.
Devlin got to be her boyfriend, to be acknowledged in public.
He was good enough. I was something she could hide in the dark, someone she knew would always be there when she needed something.
When she didn’t, I was supposed to shut up.
“So I don’t even get to play,” Carmen said. “Typical. Why do I even bother coming to these things?”
“I’ll do it,” I said. “Come on, Carmen. I’m better at this than Devlin, anyway. Isn’t that right, Dolly?”
“Damn,” Destiny said, covering her mouth and giggling. Everyone had turned to the happy couple who were standing by the exit.
Dolly gave me a look that said she’d rather murder me than kiss me again, but what did I care? She was going to fuck Devlin in a month, and they’d live happily ever after. All I’d ever get was blowing my load on her belly like the fucking virgin I was.
She threw open the trap door and stormed out, as much as you could storm out of a treehouse. Devlin gave me a baleful look before following.
“Well, I guess it’s this or go home without getting to play,” Carmen said. “Now that I know you’re a little freaky, why not?”
She hopped into the box, and I climbed in before Colt closed the lid. We lay in awkward silence for a minute.
“It kinda smells in here,” Carmen said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Six horny teenagers have been making out in here for the past hour. At least it had a chance to air out when I punched Devlin.”
She giggled. “Think that relationship will survive tonight?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t really want to talk about that.”
“Well, you’re a good friend to both of them,” she said. “It definitely wouldn’t have lasted if he’d come in here with me after making out with Lacey.”
Damn it. Why hadn’t I thought of that? I should have let Devlin dig his grave deeper, not taken one for the team.
He would have come off as the asshole if he’d made out with Carmen when Dolly was already pissed.
Instead, now she thought he’d chosen her, and I was a guy who would make out with another girl while my cum was still drying on her stomach.
I’d probably just saved her relationship, and as much as I knew it would devastate her to lose Devlin, that might have been my only shot with her. And I hadn’t even fucking seen it.
“Are we making out or what?” I asked.
She giggled. “Okay.”
So, Carmen became the second girl I’d ever kissed.
I didn’t care about her, didn’t even care about kissing her.
I was just pissed, and I wanted Devlin and Dolly out of my head.
The whole time, I wondered what they were doing outside.
If he’d followed her, caught up with her, apologized.
If she’d told him what we did, and if he’d be pissed, even though he’d told me to kiss her.
He hadn’t told me to make her cum when he’d never even done that before.
He didn’t tell me to cum on his girlfriend.
Was he kissing her out there right now? Would he put his hand up her shirt, feel the stickiness on her skin?
After a minute, Carmen pulled back. “Want to make things interesting?”
“Bored already?” I asked.
“I’m never bored,” she said. “I know how to make things interesting. You in or not?”
Five minutes later, we climbed out of the chest. Devlin and Dolly were back, but the vibe between them was chilly and tense.
“Now that everyone’s played, we’re going to take off,” Devlin said. “Who needs a ride?”
“I’ll get the other girls,” Lacey said. She and Devlin were the only ones who had turned sixteen and had licenses.
“I’m staying here tonight,” I said, even though it was awkward to stay in the house since my grandfather decided to bring some eighteen-year-old chick home from Thailand and marry her even though she couldn’t say a word in English besides, “I do.”
Still, I probably wouldn’t even run into them if I stayed out of the West Wing of the place, where they had their living quarters.
“I’ll stay, too,” Colt said, picking up the two sleeping bags from the chest. He’d just started to push one back into its bag when the gold foil packet slipped out and floated to the floor like a fall leaf.
He was busy putting up the sleeping bags and didn’t even notice, but everyone else did.
No one said a word. Everyone just stood there in silent shock.
After he got the bags put up, Colt picked up the condom packet. “Was this here all night?” he asked with a grin. “Or did someone get really lucky tonight?”
We all looked around at each other, everyone trying to figure out who had used it.
“It was probably already in there,” Carmen said at last, sounding less than convincing.
I watched Dolly, waiting for her reaction. Did she think I’d left it, since I’d been the last one in there? If she did, would she be pissed? Jealous? Would she even care? Or did she only care if Devlin and Lacey had used it?