Page 87 of Giving In

“I want you. Now,” he says in a heated growl. His voice is filled with desire and I melt under it.

“We’re in public,” I manage to say between two kisses.

“Fine. Let’s get out of here.”

We both get up and he throws some cash on the table before pulling me out of the restaurant. We power walk to his place and ten minutes later we burst through his door while making out. He grabs the back of my legs, pulling me up and wrapping them around his waist. He carries me to the sofa and puts me down.

“Your friend. Where is he?”

“Let me check.”

He heads toward the hallway and I take my phone out of my pocket, turn it back on and check the time. 12:12. Officially my favorite time.

Nathan comes back to the living room with a smile on his face.

“Gone.”

“Perfect,” I reply in a smile.

He leans over me on the sofa, holding himself on the back of it. We go back to making out and it quickly heats up as we take each other’s tops off.

He pulls my pants down and I suddenly feel over-exposed. He straightens up, goes on his knees in front of the sofa. He grabs me behind my knees and pulls my legs, so my ass comes to the edge of the sofa. I barely have time to get over his gesture before he comes back up.

He hovers over me before taking my lips with his and I let him. Our tongues intertwine and dance with each other, making it the second man I make out with today. Only this time, it was on my own accord. It was with the person I truly wanted to kiss.

As if I didn’t want to do anything with Jake. Jake is the most addictive drug I’ve ever tasted.

Stop thinking about him, I order to myself.

Nathan’s kiss brings me back to the moment and I truly feel the need to go further. I undo his pants and help him out of them. His erection is straining his boxers and I push them down too.

Holy. Fuck.

I don’t have much to compare him with, but I’ve seen dick-pics that guys have sent to Emily before.

This is never going to fit.

“You okay?”

I jump at his voice and look up from his huge erection to his face. I’m on my knees on the sofa and he’s standing up in front of me. I suddenly feel like the tiniest creature on the planet facing a giant.

His hair broke free from the bun and they’re hanging to the side of his face, reaching his chin. I take a second to admire him, his hard jaw covered in a blond stubble, his deep blue eyes, his messy hair. I feel completely compelled by him. I nod but little does he know I have no experience to rely on. I guess it’s about time to confess.

I fall back on my heels and take a deep breath. “Nathan, I have to tell you something,” I say, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Mmhm?” he replies, distracted by my boobs as he strokes his length.

“I think I should let you know that, uh, I’ve never really had sex before.”

He freezes on the spot, his eyes snapping to mine and he suddenly lets go of himself.

“Wait, what?”

“I–I wasn’t sure I should tell you but looking atthis,” I say pointing at his dick.

“You’re a virgin and you weren’t gonna tell me?” His voice drops a shade darker and he looks down at me frowning, clearly unimpressed at my statement.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really thought this through. Does it change anything for you?”

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