Page 18 of The First Time

I always hated his nickname for me. I have scattered freckles on my nose and cheeks, which I’ve always been self-conscious about. Sometimes, I try to cover them up with makeup. His nickname has always felt like an insult to me.

He ignores me. Instead, I watch him gather his cum on the tip of his dick and spread it all over himself. It’s without a doubt the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I wish I could crawl onto the bed and lick it off, but I’m stuck standing at the foot of the bed by myself.

His hand wraps around his thick length, and now my eyes are fighting between watching the veins on his hand versus the one running along his dick. His eyes are hooded as he focuses on watching while his hand pumps up and down along his shaft.

“Is this what you wanted, Freckles? You wanted to be a perv and watch me touch myself? I can tell you, I’m not gonna last long with all those little moans and whimpers you’re making over there.”

My hand flies over my mouth. I had no idea I was making any noises. But hearing my nickname being used in such a dirty way is starting to make me feel like maybe I don’t hate it after all.

“Fuck,” he growls as he starts to stroke harder and faster. “I wish I could come all over your sexy ass instead of on myself. Did you like it when I touched you there yesterday?”

I can’t answer. The truth isn’t something I’m willing to speak out loud yet. But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to tear my eyes away for a second. His eyes hold onto mine with such intensity that I feel like I’m somehow a part of this with him instead of just an onlooker.

His movements begin to get jerky as I watch his stomach muscles tense up. He’s close. But I don’t want this to end. I want to live in this moment forever.

“I’m coming. I want you to watch every drop of cum shoot out of me. Just know, you were the one who got me off, Freckles.”

His head falls back deeper into the pillow in ecstasy as he moans through his release. Thick white ropes of cum rush out of him,landing all over his perfect set of abs. I find myself licking my lips, wishing I could run my tongue along his stomach.

When he’s done, his entire body relaxes as his eyes open. The reality of what we just did together hits me like a ton of bricks. What the hell did I just do?

I’m supposed to hate this man, not give him any more ammunition to hit me with. I race back out of the room, phone forgotten, as I make quick work to get downstairs for some fresh air.

This is only day two of the trip, and I’ve already forgotten to keep my guard up. This is exactly why this was a bad idea. I should’ve never gotten on the plane. Now I’m stuck here with him in the same bed.

I pace back and forth outside until I feel like I’ve got my composure. On my way back to the room, I try to pump myself up so I have the confidence to walk in there and pretend like nothing ever happened.

Somehow, I feel like moving forward without discussing it is the safest plan of action. I don’t trust myself to let my brain go back to the moment we shared together.

Chapter Eight

Josh

What the hell just happened? What was I thinking?

I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. I can’t be expected to make any good decisions when I have my throbbing cock in my hand and my dream girl standing in front of me.

She just looked so sexy as the desire sparkled in her eyes. Then she took control, and I saw the Layla I knew years ago come to life. The one who didn’t take shit from anybody, the one who knew what she wanted and went after it.

I was a goner after that.

What am I supposed to do now? I need to see where she stands. I know she enjoyed it, but I saw it in her eyes when it was all over, she panicked. She regretted it.

I fucking hate that. What went from the single hottest moment of my life turned into an awkward clean-up filled with uncertainty.

The door opens, and I feel my heartbeat accelerate. I turn around and watch Layla stroll in with some granola bars in her hand.

She looks at me hesitantly. “You want one?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks,” I say as I grab one from her hand. “Look. About what happened.”

“Can we just…not talk about it?” she asks quickly. “It was stupid. I don’t think we need to make a big deal out of it.”

Stupid? Don’t make a big deal about it? I knew she wasn’t going to react well, but hearing the words out of her mouth hurt.

“Yeah, sure. It was stupid. Got it. It’s forgotten.”

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