Zach
The door snapped shut. My mind was already made up before I turned to face her. It was so simple I couldn’t deny it. I wanted Amber.
Her first kiss was already banked, but I wanted all of her firsts. Every single one of them.
Most of all, I wanted that prick Nolan out of the picture. The thought of him touching her, or thinking he had any right over Amber, made me irrationally violent.
My dad wouldn’t approve, but he wasn’t here.
She stood beside the window, the sun making every curl gleam. Rich chestnut brown, with sudden sparks of red, sat like a halo over her head. With each slow step I took toward her, she shuffled back.
Her big blue eyes held a mixture of wariness and a soulful sadness I didn’t want to dwell on.
“You loved me once,” I murmured, when I reached her.
“My mistake,” she whispered, looking away from me.
I placed my fingers beneath her chin and gripped her jaw until her eyes were on me. She was trying so hard to be brave.
“Nolan doesn’t deserve you,” I whispered, close to her ear.
I began kissing her cheek, trailing down her neck until I heard her breath hitch.
“Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have my cock inside you, Amber?”
Her hands landed on my biceps, but she didn’t push me away. I slid my hands beneath her sweater, resting them on her waist.
“Wouldn’t you rather take my cock than that nerd’s?” I asked, pressing myself close enough that her breasts brushed against me.
“Zach,” she said my name, but closed her eyes.
“Because that’s all I’ve thought of, Amber. You. Me. Nothing between us.”
I leaned in and captured her lips. Her hands moved to my nape, then my hair, fingernails scraping my scalp. I moaned and took advantage of her parted lips. She pressed her lips against mine, and I slid my hands past her waistband to cup her ass cheeks.
I wanted her to feel what she did to me.
And when she did, she didn’t push me away. She clung to me with a hunger that only I could satisfy.
I pulled back enough to spin her around and began backing her toward my bed. Her legs hit the edge and she stumbled, but I held her by her shoulders and sat her down.
“Tonight,” I murmured. “But let me give you a little taste.”
I crouched down and pulled her sweatpants down her legs. Her pale blue cotton knickers came into view, the darker patch between her thighs telling.
“Wet already?” I murmured, peeling them off slow enough to watch how the damp cloth moulded to her pussy.
My mouth watered at the sight.
Amber was all grown up, and then some. I raised her legs and let them drop onto my shoulders. There was no way I could wait for a taste. When I slid the tip of my tongue between her folds, her sticky sweetness coated me.
Like a beast, I let myself go, growling as I ate her out, trailing my tongue up and down until I was met with her soft curls close to her clit. Round and round, I teased her, because I could.
Because I loved the way she moaned my name on repeat.
Fuck Nolan.
I closed my eyes as I burrowed deeper, until she smeared my face with proof of how much she needed me. It seemed surreal, crouched before her in my bedroom, my cock leaking precum as if it were on tap.
All I knew was this was the hardest I’d ever been, and I’d done a lot in my old bedroom.
She held my head and began raising her hips, grinding her sweet pussy against my face.
She needed to cum. I eased my fingers inside her.
Her cries grew louder until I slapped her outer thigh.
Her cunt contracted around my fingers, and I sucked on her clit while feeling for that rough patch inside her.
This was Amber.
My Amber.
Amber fucking Rayne.
She didn’t moan or cry or pant. She screamed my name as she came.
And even though I ached to be inside her, satisfaction coursed through my veins. I eased off and began to lick her, listening to her ragged breath. Her legs slumped on my shoulders, and when I raised my head, she was staring at the ceiling.
“Wow,” she sighed.
I gripped her legs, unable to prevent the shit-eating grin on my face.
“No wonder you were such a massive slut in school,” she said, before she began to giggle.
“Why you little—”
“Amber? Poppet, are you okay?”
Fucking Luke.
“I’m fine. We were just horsing around,” she shouted, as I scrambled to find her sweatpants.
Also, horsing around?
I was not appreciated enough around here.