Chapter 5
5
MACY
“ I ’m a virgin.”
I blurted that out before I could talk myself out of it. Beau had barely climbed into the truck, but my words froze his movements. He didn’t look over at me right away, though. Instead, he stared straight forward, as though thinking through what I’d just said.
“It wasn’t really intentional,” I said. “It’s not that I don’t believe in sex or anything. I just…well, guys never really paid much attention to me until recently, and now I’m not sure what to do with the attention.”
Now he looked over at me, and in that look, it occurred to me that I wasn’t covering my chest anymore. I’d settled my clothes in my lap and stared straight ahead at the pond as I waited for him to get in. Until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I should cover myself.
Yeah, something weird was definitely happening to me. It was like twenty-three years of holding myself back had caught up with me in one short evening.
“I mean, when you saw me at the bar, were you thinking about having sex with me?” I asked.
I dared to look at him, and that was when I saw the hardened features. Was he mad? His eyes were so intense, it was harder than usual to figure out what was going on in that mind of his.
“Of course,” he said. “But it’s not just that. I mean, you’re naked in my truck. I’d be lying if I said that it’s not taking every bit of willpower I have not to touch you. But just talking to you…well, it’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than your body and your fucking amazing good looks. It’s your personality. It’s who you are.”
My eyes widened. He probably would be surprised if I told him that was the most romantic thing anybody had ever said to me. And it wasn’t just because very few romantic things had ever been said to me. His words had gone straight to my heart. They’d planted themselves deep.
“I feel the same about you,” I said.
That was cheesy. I should come up with something original, but it was the God’s-honest truth.
“The fact that you were game for hopping in that pond with me makes me like you all that much more,” I said.
I smiled and looked out at the water that had chilled me to the bone. It’d seemed like a good idea at the time, but no matter how much the thought of him naked warmed me inside, it wasn’t enough to thaw the block of ice my body had become. No, only the heat now blasting through the vent in the floorboard of this truck could do that.
“But getting naked and hopping into a body of water, was that new to you?” he asked.
That was a good question. “Not really. I mean, I’m not a prude or anything, but getting naked in front of a guy is new.”
His eyebrows arched. We were both still staring out at the water, but I could easily track his expressions out of the corner of my eye. I wasn’t sure what he was surprised about until he spoke.
“So, you’re a streaker?” he asked.
I frowned. “What’s a streaker?”
“Someone who takes all their clothes off and runs around. I guess that’s a term your generation doesn’t use.”
“I’m only twenty-three. I’m not that much younger than you.”
“But a different generation,” he pointed out. “I’m thirty-five, and if you’d asked me a couple of days ago, I would have said I’d never have anything in common with a woman in her twenties. I didn’t think I’d have this kind of…”
He hesitated, and I held my breath, eager to hear what he’d say next. Emotional connection. That’s what I’d call it. But I’d always been wise beyond my years. If I had a dime for every time my friends told me to lighten up when I was a teenager, I’d have a lot of money.
And they still said it to this day. I was the woman people told to smile in a social situation because I was normally standing back, people-watching.
“Connection,” he finally said. “I never would have thought I’d have this kind of connection with someone so much younger than me. Even when I was your age, I didn’t meet women like you.”
“That’s part of the reason I’m still a virgin,” I said. “Guys don’t go home with women like me. They go home with my friends, who are laughing and the life of the party. I just kind of blend into the background.”
“There’s no way you would ever blend,” he said.
Oh, yeah. He’d mentioned that even with a table full of women—some I thought were far more beautiful than I was—he’d singled me out.
But maybe they weren’t far more beautiful. Maybe that was just something I assumed based on past experience.
“Warm enough?” he asked.
His question pulled me out of my thoughts. It reminded me we were both sitting here, mostly naked.
The guy was ripped. Shredded. Solid. All the words guys at the gym used to describe other guys who worked out religiously. But unlike them, this guy got his muscles naturally. He didn’t spend his life looking in a mirror, thinking about how hot he was. That was more attractive to me than I would have imagined.
“I don’t think I could be warmer,” I said.
His eyes widened. “Do you want me to turn it down? Sorry, I probably blasted it.”
I shook my head. “I’m not talking about the temperature in the truck. I’m talking about what’s happening inside me.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me. Had I rendered him speechless?
“What’s going on inside your body?” he finally asked.
Inside my body. That had been an awkward way to word it to start with, and his repeat of it only reminded me of that.
“My heart speeds up,” I said. “It’s racing right now. And I have an ache between my legs, but it’s a good ache. I just feel like something’s building and if I don’t release it, I might die from longing.”
Sheesh, that was dorky. Nobody said I was good at this. Maybe I’d get a pass for being a virgin. From the heat in his eyes, though, it seemed I was doing a decent job of communicating how I was feeling.
“Yeah,” he said. “I get that. I’ve had that ache since I first saw you.”
“You mean at the lodge?”
“Last night in the restaurant. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even when I got home.”
I sucked in a breath. Did I dare ask the next question? No, I couldn’t.
“Did you do something about it?” I asked.
Would he know what I meant by that question? Or did I need to be more specific?
God, I hoped he didn’t ask me to be more specific.
“I did,” he said. “Twice. Once last night before drifting off to sleep, and once this morning in the shower.”
I couldn’t breathe at that point, but I somehow managed to force out. “Thinking of me?”
“Thinking of you,” he said.
“What were you thinking?”
Gosh, I was being daring. I had a feeling this side of me had been inside me all along. I’d been waiting for a chance to bring it out, and now I had that chance.
“I was imagining you, naked, riding me,” he said. “Legs spread as I licked you until you came.”
A noise escaped, like it was bottled up inside my throat, just waiting to come out. There was no way to stop it. I squeezed my eyes closed, embarrassed. But if I’d been heating up before, my body was on fire now.
“But I never imagined you’d be this beautiful naked.”
He still didn’t look over at me, and I wanted that more than anything. So I looked at him.
“You think I’m beautiful?” I asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
He looked at me then and yes, there was no denying from his expression that he thought I was beautiful. In fact, I’d never felt more beautiful than I did in this moment.
“Kiss me,” I said.
It was another bold move, but I seemed to be on a roll. Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to feel his lips on mine more than I wanted my next breath.
“My pleasure, darling,” he said, and those words melted my heart.
We met across the console, his fingers plunging into my hair as his thumb slid over my cheek. As our lips met, I seemed to breathe a head-to-toe sigh of relief.
This was everything I’d been waiting for since meeting him a couple of hours ago. I moved my hand to his biceps, thrilled that I could finally touch him. Even something as innocent as touching his arm felt naughty.
It wasn’t like this was my first kiss, but it was for sure my first real kiss. Nothing that had happened before came close to comparing to this. Not by a long shot.
He finally broke the kiss and said, “Fuck this console. Get over here.”
My eyes widened as I realized he sat there in only his underwear. I was completely naked. He’d have full access to my body.
I should be terrified, or at the very least having second thoughts. Instead, I was beyond excited as he reached to the left of his seat and pushed a lever that sent it moving slowly backward.
This was on.
There wasn’t much room between his lap and the steering wheel before, but now there was plenty of space, even for my curvy ass. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it as I moved, pushing myself over to his side. I wanted him to reach out and help me, but he seemed reluctant to touch me.
Did I need to give him permission? He could touch me anytime he wanted, naked or not. Right now, I was aching to have his hands on me.
Soon, there was no avoiding contact as I moved to straddle him, my calves positioned alongside his thighs. I put a hand on each of his shoulders to brace myself, and that was when his hands went to my hips. I lowered my face to his, and we picked up our kiss where it left off as his hands moved over my ass.
Finally, he broke the kiss, the heat in his eyes practically melting me into a puddle. But he immediately moved downward, kissing his way over my collarbone and down until finally, he ran his tongue around my nipple.
His gaze lifted to my face, probably taking in my reaction. I was so overwhelmed by sensations, I didn’t react at all at first. I just stared at him, trying to take in what I was seeing.
Finally, he took my full nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it until I cried out, my head tilting back, my eyes closing. At the same time, his hand was roaming, his thumb skimming my thigh until finally he made his way to the swollen bud between my legs. I’d touched it several times over the years, trying to bring myself to orgasm, and had never succeeded. I figured I just didn’t know what I was doing. Or maybe I was overthinking it.
But it had never felt like this, no matter how long I’d run my fingers over that area of my body. I’d never been this wet either. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of my body as he slid his thumb over my clit in a consistent circular pattern.
His mouth soon moved to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention he’d given the other one. My hips were moving almost of their own accord in response to his touch.
Did he know what he was doing to me? Probably. I kept thinking about how he looked up at me, gauging my reaction as he moved his tongue around my nipple, and that memory alone sent me over the edge.
In just a matter of seconds, he succeeded in doing something I couldn’t accomplish in years of trying. Heat raced through my body as the wave crested, and I cried out for a second time.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh yes.”
As my body slowly began its descent to normal, he seemed to get that I’d been fully satisfied. He moved his hand back to my hip, and I gradually opened my eyes, looking down at him.
What now? Did we kiss? Did I touch him? Yes, I was supposed to touch him. I wanted to touch him.
Giving him a naughty smile, I wiggled around until I could pull his underwear down at least to thigh level. That erection I’d seen before he jumped in the water was back in full force, begging to be touched.
Yes, he was aching for release just as I had been, and I was all too eager to give it to him.
“I don’t have protection,” he said. “We can fool around, but we probably shouldn’t?—”
“I’m on birth control,” I interrupted.
The look of relief I’d expected to pass over his face didn’t come. Instead, he just stared at me, expressionless.
“Your first time shouldn’t be on the driver’s seat of a truck,” he said. “We could go back to my place.”
I shook my head. “This is hot.”
And then, as if to prove my point, I wrapped both hands around his cock and began stroking. Yes, it took two hands to do the job, and there was plenty of room to move up and down on him. It was bad enough I was a virgin, but the fact that he was so big meant it would no doubt hurt.
He was the man I’d be with for the rest of my life. So I may as well get used to it.
That thought ran through me, almost freezing my movements. Had I actually just thought that? I’d known him only a couple of hours. How could I possibly have made that judgment?
But it wasn’t a judgment. It was a feeling.
“Shit, babe,” he said. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
I froze, my mouth dropping open. Finally, I found the words to say what was on my mind.
“Am I doing it wrong?” I released one hand and began using bold strokes with the other. “Maybe like this?”
“No.” He reached down and put his hand on my wrist, gently easing it to a stop. “I’m saying if you keep that up, I’m going to come right here and now, and I don’t want that to happen. Not until I’m inside you.”
The words sent more moisture straight to my pussy again. I just had an orgasm so it would probably be a while before I could again, but I could start getting warmed up now, right?
“Maybe it would be better if I wrapped my mouth around it,” I said.
I looked around. There was no easy way to do that. His console created a barrier between the driver’s and passenger’s seat that made it tough for things like the traditional type of teenage make-out. But I was ready to give my first-ever shot at a blowjob.
“No, no, no,” he said. “Why don’t you get up here? Move up a little and position my tip at your entrance.”
I moved into position, my hand still wrapped around his erection. I had to hold myself up to avoid plunging him deep inside me. I was surprised to find that was exactly what my body longed to do. It was almost as if the second we got close to each other, we slammed together. Like a magnet to steel.
And that was how I knew he was the one. As crazy as it sounded, it was true. This was not just my first time. It was my first time with the only man I was going to be with for the rest of my life.