Page 14 of Game Changer
“More like for who. Cameron lost his mom, and to cope with the loss, he turned to partying and sex. I didn’t want to lose him, so I became the person he needed me to be.” Ethan says that sentence like it isn’t a big deal. Like changing his entire personality to please one person hasn’t affected him. “He never asked me to do it, but I knew if I didn’t do those things with him, he’d find himself in a deeper hole, and I wasn’t going to let him lose himself entirely.”
“That’s . . .”
“Selfless?” he suggests.
“No.” I shake my head, blinking away tears. “I was going to say that’s lonely. You’ve been faking this personality, but who has been there for you? Who checks in on you?”
“Well, I can think of one person I sometimes share ice cream with at night. I’d like to think she knows the real me.”
I smile softly. “Oh? She sounds incredible. Tell me more.”
He closes the distance between us and drags my body against his. Water laps over the sides of the hot tub, falling through the cracks of the deck and onto the grass below. “She is incredible, and I’m not going to be an idiot any longer by hiding things from her if I actually have a shot here.”
I do something I’ve always wanted to do: I rake my fingers through his hair, loving the way his eyes fall closed. “You do have a shot,” I whisper. “I’ve never been with a virgin before, and while your lack of experience doesn’t deter me, I just thought you should know. If you still want this, I’ll teach you what to do. We can figure it out together.”
Why is that turning me on? It’s so rare to find a guy who’s never had sex before, and knowing I’m about to teach him what to do and be the only girl he’s ever been inside of? Yeah, it’s definitely doing something for me.
“And you won’t judge the hell out of me if I finish quickly?”
I giggle and roll my eyes. “Will you shut up and kiss me already?”
His lips taste even better than before, minty freshness melding with my tongue. I have no idea what I’m doing offering to take his virginity, but Ethan is kissing me and being downright distracting, so I’m going to roll the dice and see what happens.
Thinking things through isn’t my strong suit.
“Take this off,” I pant, grabbing at the soaking-wet fabric of his T-shirt.
“Okay, but I don’t look like—”
“You look exactly as you’re supposed to.” My fingers wrap around the hem, and after a jerk of his chin for confirmation, I peel it over his head and toss that shit to the side. So long as we’re doing this, he’s never going to wear a T-shirt in the water again.
I allow my eyes to rake over his chest, trailing past his sternum and into the water where his abdomen meets the band of his shorts. Ethan is panting heavily, purposely avoiding eye contact, like he’s terrified I’ll run away in fear at what he looks like. Where do these insecurities of his come from? His body isn’t bad at all. Sure, he doesn’t have an obvious eight-pack, but his stomach is sexy as hell. More to grab onto. More of a stabilizer while I ride him into oblivion.
I push him onto the bench of the hot tub and straddle him, running my fingertips over his stomach in gentle, caressing strokes. “I love what you look like, Ethan. Don’t hide from me.”
His eyes open as if he’s seeing me for the very first time, and now that the insecurity of his body is handled, a new version of Ethan comes to the forefront. Blazing desire ripples through his gaze when he says, “Well, since I took my shirt off, maybe you should return the favor.”
There he is.
I’ve never had doubts about my body or dealt with insecurities, so the removal of my top is accomplished in less than five seconds flat. It floats in the water beside us as Ethan takes his fill. He’s always avoided checking me out, almost like he was afraid I’d think he was a creep or something, but now that I’m allowing him to look? He’s staring at me like he’s a man who’s been stuck in the desert for weeks, and I’m the first glass of water he’s seen.
Goose bumps pebble my skin in response.
No one has looked at me this way—like I’m a work of art. The guys I’ve been with before only wanted to sleep with me to rave about it in the locker room the next day, but not Ethan. I can tell that the dirty details of what happens between us tonight will be secret forever.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Maya,” he says. “Goddamn. I mean it. You’re perfect.”
A knot forms in my chest, but I refuse to break down crying in a hot tub right now. “Wait until you see my pussy,” I reply to lighten the mood. “That’s pretty perfect too.”
He rolls his eyes, accustomed to my dirty mouth. “I have no doubts.”
Since this is his virginity, I have to take the wheel for the first time in . . . well, ever. I lift my hips and reach down to the band of his shorts, only to hear a sharp intake of breath. I wonder how long he’s waited for this, and I wonder why he’s agreeing to lose his virginity to me, of all people.
“Is this okay?” I pull the band back with two fingers, and when I get another nod of confirmation, I pull out his hard length and hold it in my hand. Ethan’s cock is so thick I can hardly wrap my hand around it. The thing has a heartbeat of its own, and when Ethan glances into the water, he inhales deeply through his nose, then rests his head against the back of the hot tub.
“I’m not going to fucking last,” he blurts. “Not at all.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I whisper, giving his cock a long, hard tug. The steam is swirling around us, a perfect ambiance for the heated state I’ve worked myself into, and I’m so wet I’m probably dripping at this point. Teaching him is so much hotter than I thought it’d be.
