“You came back!” He stands to his feet and puts his guitar down. Emotions clog my throat. “I want us to start over.” “Me too,” he states quickly. “I’m sorry, Gemma. I just—” I cut him off with a slow kiss. “I’m sorry, too.” Wyatt cups my cheeks and deepens the kiss. “Let’s pick up where we left off. Okay?” “Okay,” I say, nodding. We kiss frantically as he lowers his sweatpants. Next, I grab his t-shirt and pull it off of him. Then he lifts my dress off of me and picks me up. “Are you sore?” he questions, his voice laced with concern. I shrug one shoulder. “Just a little.” “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he replies, his blue eyes warming. “If you want we can just cuddle.” “No.” I swallow hard. “I mean after,” I remark quietly. “Let’s cuddle afterward.” A smirk pulls at his lips. “After what?” My cheeks flame. “After we…uh…fuck,” I force the words out. Wyatt cups my face and crushes his lips to mine. “I have news for you: We’re not fucking this time…we’re
“And just so we’re clear: I rented this cabin in the middle of nowhere to hear every scream and every moan. We’re not in the apartment building with paper-thin walls. Out here, no one can hear but me. And I need to hear everything. I need to hear what I do to you.”I nod and smile. “I know, but it’s a force of habit.”“It’s going to be a force of cock in a minute,” he says, his eyes darkening and his jaw ticking.The bubbles tickle my chin as I lean forward and wrap my arms around Wyatt’s neck. “Do you want to know a secret?”His features soften a little. “Yes.”“I like when you force me,” I admit, my voice low.He gives me a wicked grin. “That’s not a secret, Gemma,” he replies as he wraps my legs around his waist. Then in one swift motion, he lifts me out of the jacuzzi. Next, he carries me toward our towel warmer.“No more bubbles?” I ask with a pout.“Maybe later,” he says before reaching for a pillowy towel. Then he dries us both off.My eyes glance over at the roaring fireplace
I chastise myself as I stand to greet them, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from my stepsister. When I extend my hand to my stepmother, she ignores it and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. Awkwardly, I return it. After she releases me, my dad steps up, blessedly welcoming me with a handshake.“Good to see you again, son,” he says before letting me go.“Good to see you, too,” I reply, the sentiment not really reaching my voice.I turn to Alexis, unsure of if I should hug her or shake her hand or just say hello. She takes the guesswork out of it for me, opening her arms and stepping in close. Embracing her is electric, and despite the fact that I’ve been with numerous women over the years, I feel like she’s the person I’m supposed to marry. There’s no explanation, but it’s a gut feeling I’m unable to ignore.When we part, she looks up at me with her bright blue eyes, and I can tell she feels it too. Her perfect, pink lips are parted in awe. A beat passes before I come to my senses,
“You’re right, Jacob,” Alexis says as she puts the cup down. “This is the best chicken parm I’ve had in my life.”“I’ve been here awhile,” I reply with a shrug that knocks our elbows together. “I know all the best places in the city.”That’s not completely true, considering I don’t get out much. A more accurate statement would be that I know all the best places within the delivery range of my apartment. I don’t think that sounds quite as impressive, though.“I can’t wait for you to show me,” she says, smiling at me conspiratorially before picking up her utensil again.“Likewise,” I reply, thinking that I wouldn’t mind going places with her.“You’d welcome company?” my dad asks, raising an eyebrow at her. “I thought you liked experiencing things on your own.”“Oh, honey, you can’t do that here,” her mom interjects. “It’s not like back home. Things are dangerous here.”Something protective flares up inside me. The thought of something happening to her makes my stomach turn. Her mom is r
“If you’re not sending them to anyone, why are you taking them?” he asks when his gaze finally returns to my face.“I don’t know,” I admit, hesitantly letting my hands drop. “I’ve never done it before, and I guess I wanted to try it out.”He nods, swallowing hard as he fights to maintain eye contact. “I take it you’ve never had sex before either,” he says, his low voice even huskier than normal.“No,” I breath, my gaze drifting down to his chest, then to the bulge forming in the front of his jeans. “No, I haven’t.”A charged, heavy silence descends upon the two of us. I wish I could read his thoughts, but I can tell there’s a lot bouncing around in his head right now. My mind is blank, filled only with a desire I don’t know how to put into words. It might be for the best that I can’t.“I bet you’ve never seen a cock in person before, then,” Jacob says, his words only increasing the heaviness of the tension. When I tear my eyes away from where he’s steadily getting harder in his pants,
I’m not sure what sends me over the edge, but suddenly all of the air is stolen from my lungs. My legs shake as an overwhelming wave of pleasure overtakes every muscle in my body. As my eyes roll back in my head, I’m vaguely aware of the fact that this is my first orgasm, but as quickly as that thought strikes me, it’s gone. My brain goes blank, my climax reaching my neurons and turning them to putty.The aftershocks work their way through me, leaving me gasping for air. Slowly, I come back to myself. As my senses return, I realize that whatever happened earlier can’t happen again. Touching Jacob was incredible, but he’s my stepbrother and a decade older than me. That was wrong on so many levels.Still, it was the single hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Already, I’m craving another encounter. Now that I have a sliver of experience, I understand why my friends are so crazy about sex. As I get out of bed and put on a fresh set of clothing, I have a feeling that ignoring my de
I feel heat rise up my neck. Even though I know it’s a risky move, I slip through the throngs of people in an attempt to get within earshot.Unexpectedly, she whips around, and I have to turn to keep her from seeing my face. My heart pounds in my ears, and I’m worried I’ve been caught. A beat passes, and she doesn’t approach me. When I turn to look at her again, she’s walking away.After that close call, I’m more careful and stay back a little further. Every once in a while, Alexis casts a look over her shoulder. I can tell she’s suspicious, and maybe she thinks she’s being followed.Somehow, that makes the chase even more exciting to me. I thank God my hoodie is a size too big because it covers my painfully hard cock.I trail her for another hour, savoring each nervous look she throws in my direction. Eventually, she starts heading back toward my apartment. I consider breaking off and using a shortcut to get home before her, but I can’t stand the idea of Alexis leaving my sight for e
“Can I try something?” he asks, his mouth still so close to mine that our lips brush together.“Yes,” I whisper, missing him when he pulls away.I don’t miss him for long because he hooks his fingers into my leggings and the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and exposing my pussy. He groans at the sight, pushing out any self-consciousness that threatens to creep in. I prop myself up to look at him.He’s staring at my glistening folds, his pupils blown with lust. A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as his tongue darts out from between his parted lips. He runs his hand up the inside of my thighs, stopping short of my center.I gasp when he swipes his fingertip through my wetness. The sensation is so much more intense than the feeling of my own touch. It’s so good, I think I might get addicted. It gets even better when his finger goes inside me.“Oh!” I whimper, my hips bucking up in search of more.Jacob chuckles before removing his hand, replacing it with his tongue.