Page 93 of First Puck

My heart froze as I looked up at the widening crack in the door, and at Brad’s expression as he stepped inside.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, wiping the sleep away from my eyes with the back of my hand as he closed the door behind him.

“I don’t want you to be with anyone else,” he blurted out, his hand still on the doorknob.

Drawing in a firm breath, I forced my gaze to stay on him, my eyebrows scrunched together. This was the chance I’d been waiting for, but I still wasn’t sure if I was ready to take it.

“What are you going to do about it, then?” I asked.

He walked toward the bed, and I had to crane my neck back to look up at him as he reared over me.

His face was etched with determination. I tensed as he bent over, stretching out to place his hands on my shoulders. He pressed firmly against me, holding me to the bed.

“You’re still a virgin, yeah?”

My heart fluttered as the familiar pain joined my tumbling heart.

“Is that really what you want to say right now?” I asked flatly.

Because, out of everything he could have possibly followed up with, he went for something about my sexual experience, or lack thereof.

I told myself I wasn’t going down this route with him, but it was really hard when he held me close and gave me a mournful look.

“What else would I say? I was your first kiss. I was your first BJ, and I’m going to be your first fuck.”

As heat flooded through me, I knew I really couldn’t do it. I couldn’t say no to him, especially when he took a shuddering breath, leaning toward me.

The moment he pressed his lips to mine, I was his again.

He moaned first, an electrifying sound which strummed through my veins as he lowered me onto my pillow. He didn’t stop for a second, a natural flow from standing, to swinging his leg over my hips and pinning me to the duvet.

The mattress dipped, securing me between his arms and legs.

He groaned again as his tongue brushed my lips, and I opened for him.

One hand went to his chest, digging into the hard muscle that drew closer to me with every move of his lips.

When his hips met mine, his cock was already stiff. My back arched, my body answering, my need for him growing.

But I had to break the kiss before I lost myself. I couldn’t breathe when there were so many emotions whipping through me.

“What’s wrong?” Brad asked innocently as I pressed against his chest, stopping him from smothering me with his scent.

He followed the question with a roll of his hips and a grin. “I know you want it.”

It was getting harder and harder not to yell at him.

“Did you listen to anything I said to you before?” I asked, nearly panting just from one kiss. “Just because my body wants it doesn’t mean I can deal with it.”

My frustration was already burning through me, but I couldn't even complain when I created it all myself.

And Brad swept it away as he dropped back down, fighting to kiss me again. It was an easy way for him to dodge the question and distract me.

Brad let himself go, straightening his legs, wedging them between mine. All so he could grind his cock against me, and make me weak for him.

I let another moan slip out, and he took his chance. His hips sped up, his biceps flexing as he kept his torso high. But I wanted every piece of him against me.

“If I do this, you won’t leave me, will you?” he asked.

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