Chapter 26
Devan
J ustin shakes his head. “We can have a seat at that crappy round table and talk all night long if that’s what you want.”
I scan the room.
The table is pretty crappy. I mean, it’s a decent chain, but not exactly five-star. For a moment, I consider hiding in the bathroom, but as my mind takes me to the next move, I don’t have one.
Inhaling, I decide to face his dick question head-on. Putting my arms around his shoulders, I ask, “Did you mean it when you said you wouldn’t care if I’ve been with anyone else?”
His jaw is rigid as he nods.
“You’re not very believable.”
Letting out a breath, Justin drops his forehead to mine, his arms encircling me, his hands in the small of my back.
“I’m lying,” he admits. “I would care, but I wouldn’t think less of you if that’s what you’re asking.
Fuck, I know you’re an adult. I’ve spent the last few days saying that to Ricky and Cory, and…
fuck…everyone.” He inhales, his wide chest pushing against my breasts.
“I don’t know what our future holds, Devan.
I know without a doubt I want to be the last man you’re ever with. That’s what matters to me.”
“And me to be the last woman?”
He nods. “I wake up wondering why you’re even giving me a chance.
I wanted to take you someplace tonight to show you how much I care about you.
How proud I am to have you beside me. Last night, it felt like the entire town was watching me walk up to you in the bleachers.
I felt a hundred sets of eyes on me. And with each step, something inside me grew.
By the time I reached the top, I wanted to do more than gently kiss your lips.
You do something to me, something basic or…
shit…some caveman thing. You never have to explain what you did before me as long as you let me be the only one with you from now forward. ”
“That almost sounds like a proposal.”
“It is. Not a marriage proposal. When that day happens, if it does, you won’t be wondering if I really asked you to marry me. You’ll know. This is a proposal to continue our exclusive seeing of one another. Dating or whatever it’s called these days.”
I nod.
“I need to warn you about something,” he says.
I take a step back. “What?”
“Making announcements like you did tonight about your lack of panties will definitely have consequences.”
My cheeks rise. “Oh, I like consequences.” Tilting my head, I ask, “Will I like them?”
“It’s my goal for you to like them a lot.” Justin walks all the way around me. “The other night, you let me play with your amazing tits. Did you like that?”
Shit.
My nipples bead without him touching me.
“Devan?”
“I liked it,” I say softly.
“My finger had the pleasure of your perfect pussy. Do you remember?”
Nodding, I smile. “I remember.”
“Did you like that?”
“I think that was obvious.”
“You mean by the way you came on my hand.”
Inhaling, I feel the return of the fire to my cheeks. “Yes, that’s what I mean.”
Reaching for the buttons that run down the front of my dress, Justin undoes the top one. “There’s something I’d like you to do for me.” Gathering my hair, he gently lays it behind my shoulder. His lips pepper my sensitive skin behind my ear. “Will you do it for me?”
I’m pretty sure he could ask me to rob a bank and as the fire within me builds, I’d say yes.
I reach out to his arm, holding his shoulders, to keep from falling. The sensation of his kisses and the rumbling of his voice wash through me in waves with the vigor of a rushing rapids. “Do what?” I manage to articulate.
He undoes another button and another.
“I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”
My eyes open. That isn’t what I was expecting. “I am honest.”
His penetrating gaze is on me as his fingers continue with the buttons. “Tell me what you like and what you don’t like. I want to make you feel good. I want you to get so worn out from feeling good that you can barely move.” Another button.
My dress is agape to my waist.
He pushes the dress from my shoulders, and the green material flutters to the floor, creating a circle around my sandals. Justin’s eyes open wide, the blue overpowered by the dilation of his pupils. His breaths come faster as he scans my exposed core.
Without instructions, I reach back and unlatch my bra. Soon it is lying on the carpeting with my dress.
“You’re beyond stunning, Devan.” His ghostly touch flits over my flesh as he again makes a complete circle, scanning me from my sandals to my hair, his gaze lingering in between. “Come here,” he says. His baritone command isn’t demanding, yet I have no thoughts of disobeying.
Justin reaches for the covers on the bed and flings them back. Toss pillows fly as the blanket and bedspread land on the floor. The large bed is only covered with pristine white sheets. He offers me his hand as he asks, “Did you like what we did the other night?”
My circulation heats with the concoction of memories and anticipation. “You know I did.”
“I gave you other options. Do you remember?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Say them to me.”
When I try to hide my face behind my hands, Justin grasps my wrists, pulling them away.
“I’m staring at you right now, Devan. You’re perfect in every way. Never be embarrassed about us; be bold.”
“I never have,” I say.
“Never been bold? You can do it.”
“No.” I inhale. “I’ve never done…”
His eyes open wide. “What have you never done?”
Despite the fact I think this will change everything, I confess.
Each phrase coming faster than the last. “Much of anything. Once I let this guy at Ball State do what you did, but…” I shake my head.
“It wasn’t. I didn’t. He was all…” I scrunch my nose.
“It was only awkward. Not like what others talk about…not like the other night. I figured I was defective or something.”
“Fuck that. You’re not defective.”
“Dry hump,” I say, remembering his options. “Or your tongue.”
“Have you done either of those?”
“Dry hump, same result.”
“No man has ever had his tongue in your pussy?”
I shake my head.
“Cock?”
“No, Justin,” I say in frustration, taking a step away and scanning the floor for my dress. “You’re making fun of me. You think I’m a kid now.” With tears burning my eyes, I turn on him, my voice raising. “See, it was a double-edged question. There’s no right answer?—”
His lips crash down on mine as one hand grasps the back of my neck and his other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me to him.
My thoughts and words fade in the intense flames of his desire.
As his tongue mingles with mine and his lips take command, my entire body melds against his.
The hard planes of his chest. The strength in his arms. And yes, his trapped erection beneath his jeans.
My lips gape as he pulls my hair, yanking my head back.
The pain is momentary. It’s the scorching fire in his eyes that I feel.
“Devan, you’re fucking right. There is no right answer. There was no wrong answer either, but damn it, you’re not defective. I want to spend forever showing you that if you’ll let me.”
The relief is instantaneous. “You don’t want to break up?”
“No. Why the hell would I want that?”
I remember what he said about me being bold. Keeping my gaze focused on him, I do what he did to me, unbuttoning his shirt. With each button, I kiss his hard chest. Fine auburn hair tickles my lips as I move lower. Button. Kiss. Button. Lick.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I stop to tease his nipples, licking and nipping.
“Jesus, Devan.”
Smiling, I look up through veiled lashes. “You told me to be bold. I never have, but I like it.” I reach for the buckle of his belt.
Justin shakes his head. “I like you bold, but, baby, tonight, I’m in charge.”
Something within me tightens, my core twists, and I’m hyperaware of everything.
The aroma of his cologne.
The hum of the air conditioner.
Justin’s radiating warmth.
The deep timbre of his voice. “Up on the bed. Take off your sandals.”
Doing as he said, I bend down and slip my feet from the sandals. Next, I scoot to the headboard where I watch him kick off his shoes, unfasten his belt, and remove his blue jeans.
Lord almighty.
Justin isn’t going commando, but what he has under his boxer briefs is hardly hidden.
“Um,” I say, my focus on his erection.
With a grin, he climbs onto the bed and before I know it, tugs my ankles until I’m staring up at the ceiling.
“What?”
The sensation of his lips on my inner thighs is like the zap of electricity. No, lightning in a summer sky. I try to move, but his fierce grip of my knees has them spread apart, exposing my core.
“Justin.”
“I’m not pushing,” he says, his kisses going higher.
My left inner thigh.
My right inner thigh.
My thoughts scramble as his mouth attacks my core with the same voracity as when he hungrily kissed my lips. Grasping for the sheets, I hope they will keep me earthbound because I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Each lick, suck, and nip winds my insides tighter. While he has one hand on my stomach, holding me in place, it is as if his touch is everywhere. He hasn’t touched my breasts, yet my nipples are painfully hard.
I arch my back as he sucks my clit.
“Please,” I pant.
More kisses to my thighs.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Stop.
“No, I’m so tight. I’m almost there,” I say, being brutally honest.
My legs bend with my knees near my hips as Justin buries his face in my core. I’ve heard stories—mostly from Jill. I’ve also read stories, but those are fantasy.
What he’s doing…
This is real.
Holy shit.
I buck my hips and call out his name as I come undone.
My orgasm isn’t a quick fall from a ledge into the depths of a quarry. It’s a rumbling locomotive, barreling through the countryside, out of control, sparks from the wheels igniting brush, flames and ash smoldering in its wake.
Earthshaking and draining.
My core convulses as his tongue continues lapping my essence. The erratic rhythm of my heart pounds in my ears. I pant to fill my lungs with air.
Justin’s kisses move higher. My mound. My pelvis. My stomach. He lingers at my breasts until his handsome face is inches from mine. “Not defective.”
A smile curls my lips. “I’m thinking maybe I wasn’t the problem.”
“You’re definitely not the problem, Devan. Are we done?”
“Do you have condoms?” I ask.
He nods. “I’m not going to use them.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not going to fuck you tonight.” He kisses my nose.
What?
“You don’t want to?”
He shakes his head. “I want to. I also like that I get to be your first. It will be special.” He looks around. “Not in some random hotel.”
“With a crappy table,” I say with a giggle.
“Are we done?”
My eyes open wide. “I don’t know what else there is.”
Justin rolls to his back and simultaneously pulls me over him. “Option three.”
“Dry humping?”
“I doubt it will be dry, but it won’t be intercourse.”