9. Tate
Our first kiss was polite, a crowd pleaser. This kiss is nothing like it. Nothing like the hand holding we did in the car either, which felt more wholesome than steamy.
This kiss is nothing but steam. Liana’s full lips fit so neatly between mine. Our mouths find a rhythm, our tongues trading lashes. Each swipe is soft, just a graze of tongues before they retreat, just to find each other again and again.
More frantic than our tongues are our hands, each searching for purchase. Liana almost chokes me to death by my tie before releasing it and burying both hands inside my jacket. She squeezes my obliques. They’re so large, they might as well be love handles, and that’s how she’s using them.
My hand travels to the small of her back, and though I want desperately to go lower, I stop myself in the nick of time. The other hand rests gently on the nape of Liana’s neck. I want it elsewhere, too. Cupping a breast. Squeezing her ass. Anywhere other than this gentlemanly place.
But that’s what I am. Through and through.
I’d stop kissing her right here in the hallway if she wanted. But that’s not what she wants.
It takes a second to realize she’s not just frantically grabbing my body and touching my chest. She is doing those things, but she’s also searching my pockets. Searching for the key to my room.
When she finds it in the back pocket of my pants, she lets out an audible sigh. Her hand squeezes my backside for good measure, then she’s dragging me to the door by my lower lip.
Liana doesn’t extricate her mouth from mine, not even as she hovers the key to the door. Not even when it unlocks and I thrust the thing open. She pulls me by the lapels, backing into the room. I flip on a light switch so I can at least guide her to the bed.
I wrap my hands on her waist, still kissing her as passionately as I was outside the door. She eases down to the bottom of the bed, and I crane over her.
In here, we don’t have to be frantic. In my room, we can take all the time we need.
I nuzzle her neck with a few butterfly kisses, then toss off my jacket. I work a finger into the knot of my tie and loosen it.
All the while, Liana is just staring at me.
“We don’t have to,” I trail off, hoping she knows exactly what I mean to say.
“Right.” She nods. “It is your room. You probably want to be comfortable. Get out of that monkey suit.”
“Exactly.”
“Can I help?”
I forget how to talk. I just nod as Liana stands and begins to unbutton each button of my shirt. She slides the shirt down my shoulders. It falls to the floor. Next, she takes my undershirt and wrenches it over my head.
I’m shirtless. It’s nothing the whole team hasn’t seen at almost every practice. Yet, this is much more intimate. More so when she unclasps my belt. A minute later, my pants fall to the floor.
Then we’re both scooting up the bed, our mouths intertwined again. My hands roam freely now, feeling the smoothness of her legs from calves to thighs, hiking up her dress in the process.
“It’s only fair if I’m in my underwear, too, right?”
“Right.” I’m panting like I’ve just ran a forty.
I unzip her dress, then work it over her head and toss it to the floor. She’s wearing all black underwear. A lacy black bra. A tiny thong. They match the black frames of her glasses. It’s my high school fantasy come to life.
“What is it?” she asks, her lips quirking into a smile.
“It’s you,” I say. “You’re gorgeous.”
“It helps I’m practically naked in your bed.”
“And we’re practically engaged.” My fingers trace her thong, then down to the soft flesh of her upper thigh. I want to dip my fingers inside it. Inside her. But something’s stopping me.
My total inexperience.
“I, uh, I should probably tell you something,” I say.
She stops in her tracks.
“It’s nothing bad.” I’m on the defensive.
“What?”
“I’m kind of a virgin.” The words come out hasty and rushed.
“Did you say you’re a virgin?” She raises an eyebrow.
I nod slowly into my chest. “I’m not, like, totally inexperienced.”
It’s not a lie. I’ve fooled around with a few girls. But most of my experience comes from the books I listen to at the gym.
She kisses me again. Her skin against my skin. Her hands all over me. My hands all over her. She makes a move faster than I can.
Liana has a good offense. Kissing down my chest, she hovers on my abs, one hand reaching into my boxers and finding my cock. It’s fucking throbbing. I haven’t been touched like this in, well, ever. Surely, I’m about to explode.
“I think you might be more comfortable without these.” Indicating my boxers, she inches them down.
“Right again.” I’m thankful for the reprieve. It doesn’t last long. Once my boxers are gone, her mouth works down my stomach to the shaved area at the base of my cock.
Teasing her tongue at the tip, she wraps her fingers around my shaft.
She slides her mouth up and down my cock. Her tongue flattening around the underside, she takes me in farther than I could’ve ever imagined possible.
“I’m about to?—”
She just nods, then gently cups my balls. My cock pulses. She doesn’t stop sucking until I’m spent, flat on my back, feeling as if I may never have the energy to stand again.