Page 21 of Spring Fling
Little shocks of lightning sparked across my skin wherever Joe touched. It was so stupid that we’d barely done anything, and already I felt on the verge of coming undone.
When Joe shifted his leg up, his foot catching in the waist of my pants that were trapped around my knees and starting to push down, I pressed against his chest.
“Wait,” I said, hating that I was making him stop anything. The feeling was obviously mutual when a look of frustration flashed in his eyes. “The camera. We want people to see this, right?”
God. Why did I even care? Other than the idea was that he was supposed to be able to use this content. The lighting was shitty, but it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he shifted us to the side a little more, pushing my pants the rest of the way down. That he hadn’t needed to use his hands to undress me was hot as hell. I wanted to feel so much more of his skin against mine, and he was still fully clothed.
Joe slid down my body and my breath caught when I felt warm air puff against my lower belly. His tongue swiped across the strip of skin between my underwear and tank top. My balls tightened when I realized what was happening. The man was about to come face to face with my dick and if I didn’t warn him, he’d get a facial in the process. The mental image did nothing to tamp down the arousal surging through me.
The second his fingers hooked into my underwear, I needed to take a breath. This was embarrassing. He’d know. There was no way he wouldn’t. No one else had ever touched me, and it all felt too damn amazing.
I didn’t have to say a word. My entire body locked up and my teeth clamped down on my lower lip when Joe looked up at me with wide, concerned eyes. Those crystal blue orbs were so dark, pupils blown wide with lust, but he hadn’t totally lost himself, so he knew something was off.
“Aiden?”
The sudden use of my name snapped me back to reality.
“Y—yeah?” I managed to squeak.
His hands were off me, and I whined at the loss. No. Fuck no. I needed him back. What the hell was happening?
Joe was off the bed, next to the camera, fidgeting with the buttons.
“What are you doing?” God, why did I sound so small?
“Turning this off. Fuck. God damn. Aiden? Is there something you’re neglecting to tell me?”
That was it. That was the moment that I needed to come clean. At nineteen, I was the weirdo virgin who hadn’t craved sex until meeting him. Not until he’d treated me like I mattered.
“Am I not telling you something?” Maybe if I played stupid, he’d forget the whole thing, climb back on the bed, and finish what he’d started. At least I didn’t need to worry about accidentally blowing my load all over his face anymore.
Joe stopped messing with the camera and looked back at me. He was still hard. I could see the outline of his dick through his jeans. “How many times have you done something like this?”
Okay. He wouldn’t drop it. That was fine. I sat up, curling my knees to my chest. “You remember New Year’s Eve?”
Joe’s eyebrows raised. “A black eye makes it hard to forget that night.”
I winced at the memory. “Well, the game... You remember how many things... Never Have I Ever is a terrible game.”
It was like the lightbulb went off. “You’ve—you’ve never? Jesus, Aiden. And you wanted me to record that?”
Him being mad at me about it wasn’t what I had been expecting. Shame slammed into me, making me curl into myself more. This was supposed to be fun and spontaneous. A chance to explore and I’d just fucked over the opportunity by not disclosing just how inexperienced I was.
“I wasn’t sure you...” My eyes slammed closed as I tried to swallow around the words. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to be with someone like me.”
The bed dipped next to me and I tensed when warm fingers connected with the side of my face. “Sweetheart?”
My heart fluttered at the name, and I looked up, meeting the understanding gaze looking over my face.
“I don’t think less of you. You have to know that. If you had told me, I would have been a little more tender, made things a little more special for you.”
Well, damn. Warmth spread down my face. That wasn’t a rejection. Instead of questioning it, my arms slid around his shoulders until I could rest my forehead against his. “Jesus, Joe. I don’t need candlelight dinners and flowers to make it special. I just want it to be you.”
He chuckled before he pressed a quick peck to my lips. And that was all it took. My mouth chased his as he went to pull away, arms tightening around his neck to keep him near. We sank back into the mattress as we continued to kiss, hands once again exploring.
Chapter 14
