Page 20 of QB Keeper
At least I was her first. Her virginity will always belong to me.
“Oh, hey,” she says, breaking me from my thoughts. “Did you need to get in here?”
I stare at her for a moment because I swear she gets prettier every single time I look at her, before I get my shit together enough to answer her question. “The, uhh—” I stutter, tripping over my words “Everything is ready outside.”
“Oh, yay!” she says, hopping over to me and kissing my cheek. “Let’s go before we miss the sunset.” She takes my hand, yanking me from the room and down the hallway, like she always does when she wants to get somewhere fast and one of us is not as excited as she is. Only this time, I can’t ignore the warm feeling that travels through my fingers, up my arm, and right to my chest as her hand squeezes mine.
I am so royally fucked.
I push all the messy feelings aside for now, remembering why we’re here in the first place. I’m playing the long game here. Not for myself, but for Grace. We had sex. Now I’m going to give her the full princess treatment for the rest of our time together, because whether I like it or not, there’s going to be a guy after me. Possibly many, and she shouldn’t accept anything less than what she deserves after letting someone inside her body. Plus, I really fucking like hanging out with her. Holding her and kissing her whenever I want is pretty damn nice.
She plops down in one of the Adirondack chairs that I brought from the porch, and I start preparing the wood forour campfire. The sun will be setting in just a few minutes, and the cool New England air is nipping at our skin. The fact that we’re on the water makes it even chillier, so I want to make sure I keep Grace warm while we’re out here.
It takes me a few minutes to get the fire going, but when I do, I walk over and pull her up from the chair. She scowls, making me chuckle as I sit down where she was and pull her into my lap. She’s so small that when she brings her legs up and curls herself into my body, she fits perfectly. I’m immediately warm all over, and I don’t think it has as much to do with the fire as it has to do with the beautiful girl that’s pressed up against me.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” she says quietly as the sun begins to lower at the edge of the water. “Have you ever seen anything prettier than this?” I can see the look of awe in her eyes as she watches what’s going on in the distance, but I’m having trouble tearing mine off of her.
“Never,” I reply. It’s the truth. I’ve realized in the last few days that I’m spending the summer with a girl who is beyond gorgeous, inside and out. A girl that I’ve known her whole life, yet I feel as though I’m meeting her all over again through brand new eyes.
She looks over at me, realizing that I’m not even kind of interested in the sunset, and gives me an annoyed look, but it’s fake. Her cheeks pinken as she tries to hold back her smile, but I think she might be as smitten as I am because it eventually breaks through, morphing into the cutest little giggle as she cuddles into me. I tighten my arms around her, and we sit in a comfortable silence as the sun sinks down below the water’s surface. When it’s finally gone and the show is over, I use my pointer finger to hook below Grace’s chin and press my lips to hers. She sighs contentedly as we make out, her fists gripping my thick, cotton hoodie as my hands ghost up and down her back.
Seconds turn into minutes, and although my body isbegging me to carry her inside and tear off all her clothes, I don’t. We just continue kissing and holding onto each other as we listen to the sounds of the fire crackling and the water lapping against the dock. My heart pounds against my ribcage with every moan that flows out of her and into me while we feed off of one another. This is the biggest rush I’ve ever experienced, and all we’re doing is sitting in a chair together, hidden away where nobody can find us.
This is one of those moments in life that, even while you’re still in it, you know you’ll never forget how it felt. A moment that, as it happens, starts burrowing itself into every fiber of your being, latching on and becoming a part of who you are. Whether I want this memory to invade my thoughts years from now or not, I know it will. As much as I’ve been focusing on the fact that I want Grace to compare future boyfriends to me and the way I’ve been treating her, it’s hitting me that I don’t think I’ll ever have another set of lips on mine that I won’t wish were hers.
I move my hand into her hair, flexing my fingers and holding her in place while I devour her mouth, wishing I could make this kiss last forever. But I know I can’t. I have to remember what the original plan was and focus on that so we can both go off to school in the fall and follow our dreams.
So, the best thing I can do is give these next few months everything I have until it’s all over, and all I have left are the memories of what it felt like when she was mine.
FOURTEEN
GRACE
“Bad fucking Bunny,”Tanner says, slapping my clit with his fingers while lying between my parted legs. “You know better than to act like a brat in public when I can’t punish you for it, don’t you?”
I whimper into the gag in my mouth, nodding my head in affirmation. He’s had me tied to the bed for nearly an hour, edging me almost to the point of tears. I can barely even think anymore with how badly I need to come, but I know I deserve every bit of the torture I’m getting right now.
It all started this morning when Tanner picked me up from my house. Our plan was to go to the grocery store for food before we headed out on his dad’s boat for the day. His parents are back from Nantucket, and we had to start spending our nights at home so nobody would suspect that something is going on between us. Although it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for us to hang out alone every now and then, being together as much as I want to be right now would definitely raise a couple of red flags.
We got away with spending three nights together here at the lighthouse, and they were nothing short of amazing. When we weren’t lounging around or goofing off, Tanner wascarefully easing me into having sex and doing all the other things that come along with it. After the initial soreness wore off, he stopped being so gentle with my body, fucking me in all kinds of different positions and pushing me to new limits every time. He restrained me with his hands above my head a few times and made me hold off on orgasming until I made it clear that I was uncomfortable. We christened every available surface this place had to offer as he introduced me to some of the kinkier things, not even bothering to get dressed sometimes because we knew there wasn’t a point when our clothes would be coming right back off again anyway.
You haven’tliveduntil Tanner Lake has served you breakfast completely naked.
Unfortunately, we haven’t seen each other as much as I wish we could’ve since then. We’ve texted some, but we’re trying our best not to tip anyone off to what we’re doing. I honestly doubt our parents would care, but I know it might put a rift between him and my brother if he found out. That would be the very last thing I’d want. I know Riggs wouldn’t be too keen on his best friend teaching his little sister how to be submissive and railing her into the headboard at every possible moment.
It’s Monday, so everybody is at work, leaving us to spend the day on the boat by ourselves. We decided to get stuff from the store, bring it to the lighthouse to pack into a cooler, and then we’re going to launch the boat from the dock. But I thought it would be funny to push his buttons a little bit while he was busy reaching to the top shelf in the verynotempty aisle we were shopping in. If I knew that reaching around to rub his dick would result in this type of suffering, I probably wouldn’t have done it. And Idefinitelywouldn’t have done it a second time in the checkout line after he specifically told me not to, but I did…and I’m having regrets.
“You made my cock hard in front of a store full of people,” he says, leaning down and flicking his tongue roughly on myswollen clit. Clearly, Tanner is done taking it easy on me and we’ve moved on to the next phase of our arrangement. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
I inhale through my nose, trying hard to focus on what he’s saying as he sucks so hard, I see stars. “Fowwwyyyy,” I mumble unintelligibly into the gag, which is really just the belt to the robe that hangs on the back of the bathroom door. My arms are secured above my head, tied to one of the wooden rungs of the headboard with my panties, and each leg has been restrained with a separate piece of rope that I assume Tanner found lying around the lighthouse. I’m spread wide as he brings me to the edge repeatedly, but never lets me fall over. I’m sweating bullets and my body is shaking uncontrollably while he licks and sucks at my skin, stopping every once in a while to slap or pinch my aching bundle of nerves.
“Do you think you deserve to come, you greedy little cock whore?” he asks. “Or should I edge you a few more times.”
I whine into the fabric as tears begin to well in my eyes. As painful as this is, I’ve never felt so alive.
Just like I thought I would, I love being dominated. Having his strong hands holding me down as he punishes me with his tongue and fingers is so fucking hot, there’s no way I’d ever ask him to stop. It’s by far the most delicious pain I’ve ever experienced.
I feel my release getting closer than it has since we started, and I try not to let on that I’m going to orgasm because I’m afraid if I do, he’ll take it away again.
