CHAPTER 5 #2
One of Tessa’s biggest pet peeves was laziness and lack of ambition.
She had encountered way too many guys who wanted to date her who only cared about their looks or being popular and had no direction or passion in their lives.
She was someone who was always so focused on how she could improve what she was good at; always looking towards the next best thing she could accomplish.
Being around a guy like Tristan, who was very clearly driven, focused, and determined to be the best, was a major green flag for Tessa, and also a major turn on if she was being honest with herself.
“Thanks, Tess,” he said quietly, his voice full of humility, “That really means a lot and is great to hear after working so hard at something.”
He came up behind her, his strong chest flush against her back, and the heat of him radiated throughout her own body.
She hummed quietly to herself and subtly let her head fall back against his chest. It was a very small movement, but he noticed it, and it made his knees weak.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to bury his face into her neck.
She shivered when she felt his lips against her skin, and she felt her heart start to beat erratically as he laid soft kisses along the length of her slender neck.
“I really like being with you,” he said against her skin, his lips moving from her neck to her shoulder that was barely covered by a simple strap of her dress.
She took a deep breath and willed herself to speak, but she felt her voice stuck in her throat, scared that if she did speak it would come out as a seductive moan which would leave her horribly embarrassed.
So instead she stayed quiet, but continued to lean into him, relishing in his affection and the feeling of being so small in his secure embrace.
“And I can’t believe a girl as pretty as you even wants to hang out with me.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. What a smooth talker he was. He could have any girl in the school and he knew it.
“You don’t have to lay it on so thick Trist, I’m already here.”
“You think I’m lying?” he asked. He stilled his movements waiting for her to respond, to which she simply shrugged. He took a shaky breath and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. She looked up at him with nervousness in her eyes and uncertainty in her body language.
“I’m not lying baby,” he said in a steady whisper.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.
And beyond that, you’re the only girl who has ever made me feel this way.
And I don’t even know what that feeling is or how to describe it.
All I know is that I think about you all the time.
I wonder what you’re doing, or who you’re with, or if you’re thinking about me too.
I think about what kind of day you’re having.
I think about kissing you, a lot,” he said with a chuckle, which made her fair skin blush.
“Fuck, see? That right there,” he said as his hands came up to caress her cheeks, “the way you blush, and I can literally see your skin turn pink. And ever since we kissed the other night, I can still feel your lips and how soft they are.”
“You’re really good at this,” she said breathlessly, beginning to feel weak on her feet.
“I swear I’m just being honest with you Tess. This is uncomfortable for me too. I’ve never really said anything like this to a girl. I’ve never wanted to.”
There was an electric silence that fell between them.
She felt her skin buzzing, her heart slamming against her chest, and a warm pulse through her lower belly down between her legs.
She didn’t have a word for anything she was feeling.
She had crushes, she had boyfriends, felt attracted to her fair share of boys and exchanged some very heated kisses that she thoroughly enjoyed, but this was different.
This was beyond her experiences, and she could not articulate whatever this feeling was.
She tried to find the words, but she didn’t have any. She felt like they would be insufficient anyway and decided to crash her lips against his instead.
He hungrily accepted her kiss; his hands wrapped around the back of her neck which caused her to moan deeply into his open mouth. He swallowed her sounds eagerly, letting her take the lead and silently thanked the universe when she almost immediately pushed her soft tongue into his mouth.
He backed her against his locker and pressed his body against hers. She felt his erection immediately – she felt how hard and aggressive it was against her soft belly, and she felt her head start to become dizzy.
Her hands roamed the expanse of his large chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath her delicate fingers and allowed herself to submit to his large frame.
She didn’t understand what her body was doing; didn’t understand why she was turning into putty in his hands, why her body was surrendering to him so easily, but it was.
Their kiss grew deeper, more desperate and messier.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down close to her, encouraging their bodies to be even closer together.
He was more than happy to reciprocate her eagerness, and brought his hands to her hips, the span of his hands so large that his fingertips covered almost the entirety of her lower back.
Their tongues moved together in a way that neither could control. It was messy and erotic and pure carnal instinct. Their hormones were raging, their energies mixing together in a seductive and powerful dance.
His hands slid down her sides, down her hips, and down her thighs, before he boldy brought his hands to her bare thighs, causing her to gasp into his mouth, and she melted into the feeling of his rough skin on her smooth legs.
She felt like silk under his fingers, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to grip her supple flesh hard and leave bruises.
God, he wanted to though; wanted to mark her and claim her as his own; wanted to show her and the world how serious he was about her.
Without realizing it, she started to grind her hips against his leg.
Somewhere in the chaos of their passion, he had slipped his large leg in between hers.
The friction and heat between them was creating a sensation she was unfamiliar with and didn’t know how to control, causing her to grind against him in a frantic and desperate motion, and he had never been so turned on in his life.
He moved his hands back up to her hips and started doing the work for her, thrusting her small body against his thigh.
She threw her head back against the locker and his lips attacked her exposed neck. She clung to him desperately, trying to ground herself in reality somehow, but what he was doing to her was too overwhelming and to put it simply – it felt too fucking good.
“Fucking look at you,” he growled against her skin, pulling away slightly to get a glimpse of her in the heat of their passionate union. “You’re so fucking hot. I just want to make you feel good.”
She whimpered at his words, feeling her body climbing a mountain she wasn’t sure she could come down from.
His right hand wandered up to her chest, tentatively cupping her breast to see if she protested, but she didn’t. Instead, she laid her own hand over his and encouraged him to touch her. He brought his lips to hers again, prying her lips open with his tongue, feeling her moan deeply against him.
“Trist...I...wait...”
Her body was climbing, climbing, higher and higher.
She had only reached this peak a few times on her own, and definitely never with another person, but she felt herself nearing that deliciously forbidden ecstasy and the reality started to set in.
No one had ever seen her come before. Well, no one had ever seen a lot of things, and this was without a doubt the farthest she had ever gone with a guy.
He heard the uncertainty in her words and felt her body start to stiffen beneath him.
Just a second ago her limbs were so loose, her hips rolling easily over his leg, but suddenly there was hesitation and resistance in her movements.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes, searching for an answer to what had caused such a sudden shift.
“Baby what is it?” He asked softly. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she blurted out, her eyes closing painfully, “I don’t want to but I...um...”
He loosened his grip on her hips and pulled back even further before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“What is it, Tess? Talk to me.”
Their breaths mingled together, both still very worked up from what they were doing, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed.
She became aware of her wetness against his leg, the front of her dress nearly exposing her breasts, and the unfamiliar moans that had escaped from her.
She pulled away from him, and he stood confused and motionless, waiting for her to speak.
The silence sat between them for what felt like an eternity.
He could literally see the wheels turning in her head and his own thoughts started to spiral.
Did she not want him anymore? Was she going to break up with him?
Did she want to see Jake instead? Was she moving schools and didn’t want to start a relationship with him?
So many thoughts were swirling through his mind that he almost didn’t hear her when her soft voice finally broke through the tense silence.
“I just feel like I need to tell you that I’m a virgin.”
She felt her skin burn from the intensity of her blushing.
She felt embarrassed and awkward. She didn’t know why she felt such a strong urge to tell him this, but she knew that he was making her feel things and think about things that were new to her; things that she desperately wanted to do with him, and she knew she needed to tell him sooner rather than later.
In her mind, this gorgeous, funny, and unbelievable tall football player who could get any girl he wanted probably wasn’t interested in some inexperienced virgin.
“You are?”
She stared at him for a few seconds, and the fact that she couldn’t read his expression or tone was making her skin crawl.
“Yes...” she responded dryly, waiting for him to say something more.
He raised his eyebrows and let out a small puff of air.
“I’m surprised,” he said, his voice even and unwavering, “Pleasantly surprised.”
“You’re surprised?” she asked skeptically. “You’re going to stand here and try to tell me that I don’t give off virgin energy?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes sparkling and crinkling with amusement and admiration.
“I don’t know why you think so low of yourself Tess but no, you absolutely do not give that off and I didn’t think you were a virgin at all. I’ve seen the way guys look at you and how they talk to you. They throw themselves at you.”
“Yeah well, never one I’ve actually wanted...”
She studied him in the light of her confession. His body language had loosened back up, the smile on his face was mischievous and giddy, and the sparkle in his green eyes was full of curiosity and excitement.
“Does it bother you that I’m a virgin?”
“No Tessa, it doesn’t,” he said softly, reaching out to touch her face, “In fact it’s the exact opposite.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
“Fuck yes. You saw me the other day when that prick Jake was simply talking to you. These past two months I’ve been mentally kicking the ass of any guy who had you before me. So this is like, the best news ever, actually.”
She laughed and blushed aggressively, hiding her face in her hands.
“We can take all the time you need,” he said, pulling her hands from her face and forcing her gaze back to his. “If I’m even lucky enough to even get close to that. I want you in any capacity I can have you. If that means just cuddles and kisses then baby, I’m all in for that.”
She let out a heavy sigh, so incredibly relieved at his reaction, and stepped forward to wrap her arms around him, which he eagerly invited.
“Just so you know,” she said tentatively into his chest, “I very much want to do more than cuddling and kissing with you,” she looked up at him with misty blue eyes, willingly showing him the emotion behind what she was saying, “It just might take me a little bit to get through the nerves behind it.”
He shook his head and smiled down at her, completely in awe of his feelings for her and how amazing she was. He gave her body a tight squeeze and kissed her lips firmly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tess. As long as I have you in my arms like this, I’m a happy guy.”