Chapter 1
Jenna
Two Years Ago
“You’re so fucking hot.” His breath tickles my neck and sends a thrill through my body. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
The fact that he asked tells me he’s a nice guy. The way his lips trail kisses down my neck while his hand skims the side of my breast tells me he also has bad-boy energy.
“Yes,” I say as my eyes close, and his lips find mine again.
I’ve never done this before. Never made out with a guy I just met, let alone go back to his apartment.
I couldn’t resist him, though. I may have had a couple of drinks, but I’m not too drunk to know what I’m doing.
I want this. I need this. It’s been months since I’ve had a boyfriend, months since I’ve had sex, and I felt attracted to him the moment I saw him across the room.
We danced together, then went outside to talk…
which lasted only a few minutes before we kissed. And then it progressed from there.
Now I’m on his bed.
I don’t even know his name. We kind of skipped introductions, and I’m fine with that.
His body half covers mine as his hand dips under the hem of my shirt. Feeling his skin on mine gives me a thrill. Our tongues lash together as we kiss passionately, his hand making its way up to my bra, then pulling the cup to the side to caress my nipple.
My back bows off the bed. I tug at his shirt, hoping to pull it over his head. Luckily, he helps make that happen. Unfortunately, he has to stop touching me to do so.
He sits up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head. Then he looks down at me. His blue eyes are full of heated passion, making me feel wanted. God, he’s hot. Sexy. And his body is fit and muscular. I want to reach out and touch the ridges of his six-pack, but I’m frozen in place.
He bites his bottom lip, making me feel as if I’ll die if I don’t have him soon. He exudes sex, and I’m hot and ready for him. I sit up and bravely pull my own shirt over my head, then toss it to the floor. His eyes lower to look at my chest, still covered by my bra.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “I want to see all of you.”
Boldly, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then toss it to the floor on top of my shirt.
I lie back down, my hair fanning out on the pillow behind me.
He follows me, his lips crashing against mine, kissing me senseless while his hands massage and knead my breasts.
My hands find their way to his hair, and I hold him as our bodies grind together.
Before I know it, we’re lying naked together.
His mouth covers my nipple, his tongue circling it as he sucks.
It’s as if there’s a direct line from there to between my legs.
My clit throbs, and he’s not even touching it.
I squirm against his leg, trying to get some relief, and then I feel his hand there.
“You’re so wet,” he says as he touches my pussy.
My eyes close as I revel in the pleasure he’s giving me.
I’ve never had a partner make me feel quite like this before.
My ex-boyfriends’ styles were more wham bam, thank you, ma’am.
Quick foreplay that lasted long enough to get me wet, then we’d have sex until they came.
I’ve never actually had an orgasm without pleasuring myself, and never from penetration alone.
Maybe tonight I’ll actually get to experience that.
He inserts a finger, moving it in and out at a delicious pace as he kisses me. He pushes in deep, then hooks his finger. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it sets me off, and I come apart.
“Oh my God! Yes!” I call out as my body trembles in pleasure. I can’t believe he just did that to me so quickly.
As my body relaxes, I realize he has moved.
I open my eyes and see that he’s getting a condom from his nightstand.
I lean up on my elbows and watch as he slides it onto his cock, and I notice he’s anything but small.
I’ve only had sex with three people—my high school boyfriend and my two college boyfriends.
I didn’t think any of them had tiny dicks, but this guy is definitely larger than any of them were.
Hopefully, it doesn’t hurt.
He notices me watching him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His hand brushes my hair back, then gently cups my cheek.
I nod. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He smirks, then lowers himself over me, causing me to lie back against the pillow. He gently kisses me. “You’re so fucking pretty. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
His words make my belly twinge with anticipation.
He adjusts himself, lining his cock up with my pussy, and starts to push inside.
Then his lips cover mine, devouring me in a scorching kiss as he slides into me.
He’s big, and it takes a second to adjust to his size, but once he’s fully seated, it’s as if he fits me like a glove.
And then he begins to move.
He slides back and forth, slowly at first, but then he picks up his pace.
With each stroke, I feel another orgasm building.
He feels so good, and at the same time, his fingers lightly pinch my nipple.
Once again, there’s a direct line from my breast to my pussy, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” I say as I drag my fingers up and down his back.
“You feel so good,” he says between kisses. “Your pussy’s so wet and tight.”
I moan in pleasure, unsure of what to say. I’ve never had a partner say things like that to me while we were having sex, and I’m not sure how to reply.
And then it happens.
My orgasm rips through me, making me moan and call out again.
“Yes—come on my cock,” he says before kissing me hard, muffling my moans as my orgasm continues to rattle my body.
How is this happening? This boy knows what he’s doing. I’ve only ever had such intense orgasms when I’ve made myself come, never during sex. I wasn’t even sure if I could come during sex… until now.
To my surprise, he rolls us over so I’m on top.
“I want to watch you ride me,” he says. “Make yourself come again.”
Oh my. His words do something to me. They embolden me and turn me on. I move my hips, sliding up and down on his cock. To my surprise, he moves his hand between my legs and rubs my clit.
Jesus. He’s going to send me over the edge—again. Not only has he done what I thought was impossible, but he’s also going to do it more than once. Unbelievable.
I keep riding him, his fingers rubbing my little bundle of nerves just right, and his other hand moves to my breast. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I know I can’t hang on much longer.
“Come on me,” he says. “Come on my cock again.”
And I do.
“Fuck! Yes!” I call out, coming for the third time tonight.
He doesn’t stop, either. His fingers prolong my orgasm, and I feel as if I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“I’m gonna come,” he suddenly says, and then he does, moaning loudly. He moves his hands above his head, and I stop moving, trying to catch my breath.
Eventually, I get up and find my clothes.
“You can stay if you want.” He lies on his bed, watching me put my bra back on.
“Oh,” I say, surprised. I still don’t know his name, and although I just had the best sex of my life, I’m not sure I need to know.
I’m graduating and moving downtown in less than two weeks, so what’s the point?
In my mind, this was always going to be just a one-night stand.
One crazy, careless, fun night of passion.
“Come here,” he says, patting the mattress beside him.
He’s so cute, though. I can’t resist him.
I crawl onto the bed and cuddle against his side.
“That felt really good,” I tell him.
“Yeah? I thought so, too,” he says.
We lie together, not saying anything else, and before I know it, I realize he’s asleep.
Carefully, I get off the bed and put my clothes back on. I look back at him, lying on his bed, one arm above his head, and his mouth partially open. He’s adorable. I commit this moment to memory, not ever wanting to forget the sexy boy who gave me the best night of sex I’ve ever had.
I gather my things, quietly exit his bedroom, then make my way out of his apartment. I only live a few blocks away, so it doesn’t take long for me to walk home.
What a night. A night I don’t think I’ll ever forget.