Page 19 of Off Limits

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should be feeling nervous that I’m lying on the floor with him, lips locked on one another’s, as his hand makes its way up my shirt. But this is Lochlyn. I’ve known him for years. I’velongedfor him for years. If do something—whatever we’re doing—with anybody, I want it to be with him.

As his hand slips farther up my shirt, cupping and gently massaging my breast, running a finger over my hardened nipple, I can’t help but sigh, my body vibrating under his touch. His mouth finds my collarbone as he pushes aside the cup of my bra, and takes my pebbled nipple between his fingers, twiddling, tweaking, and pinching. A tiny whimper escapes my lips as an unmet need settles between my thighs.

Lochlyn groans as he slides his other hand to the waistband of my jeans. He pulls away from my neck, eyes locked on mine, fingers still working under my shirt as my breathing increases.

“Do you want me to stop?” I know what he’s asking. Is it okay if he reaches into my pants, if he touches me where nobody has ever touched me.

I bite my lip and shake my head.No.The need to add the word is strong, as I don’t want him having a shred of doubt in what I want. If what he’s already doing feels good, I know that everything else has to feel even better.

I’ve never been unabashed around him. Not even at his subtle glances, his conversations, his gentle touch. Right now, I should be hiding in fear behind the couch. Instead, my body is thrumming with desire and my hands are everywhere on his. Not to mention, he’s touching me wherever he wants. It’s what I’ve always craved.

With a smile, his mouth claims mine again as his hand slides under my pants, rubbing over my panties. I start imagining doing more, what he’d feel like inside me, acutely aware of his hardness pressing into my thigh.

As my daydream intensifies, he pushes aside my panties. “Holy shit, Shay,” he says as he feels me, the wetness of wanting him. His breath catches with a groan.

Then something changes in him. His kiss becomes hungrier, his hand flying to pull down the collar of my shirt, exposing my breast. As he closes his mouth around my nipple, he slowly slides one finger inside me, followed by another. He moves his tongue and fingers together, causing me to wrap my arms around his head, pulling him closer to me, as my back arches and a low moan escapes my throat.

Lochlyn reaches his free hand up and covers my mouth while he continues to use his tongue and fingers in unison. I can’t even find the words to describe how incredible it feels. I’m pretty sure I could climax just from this alone. My breathing shallows and my toes curl. Why did I wait to do this again? Oh yeah, part of me has always been waiting for Lochlyn.

Right as the wave is about to crest over me, he stops, pulling away to look at me. I finally understand his reputation and we haven’t even had sex yet.

Tenderly, he kisses my neck, along my jawbone, then lands on my lips. He hovers above me, so close it would take the slightest movement of my head to press my mouth to his.

Sighing, he runs a hand down the side of my body, stopping on my hip, thumb digging into the bone as he pulls me against him.

“I want to be your first. Please, will you let me?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I don’t even have to think about it. In my wildest dreams, it’s what always happened. But never did I actually believe it would.

He smiles as he moves the slightest bit closer, locking his mouth over mine. His hands make quick work of our pants.

“Are you sure?” he asks, skeptical.

I nod. “Very.”

There’s a slight moment of pain as Lochlyn presses into me, causing me to gasp. But it’s quickly forgotten as a much more pleasant feeling overtakes me. I’m not thinking about anything, not the fact that we’re in the living room, that Chelsea is asleep upstairs. Only the amazingness of Lochlyn and I together.

In the distance, I’m vaguely aware of the countdown and ball drop, as I ring in the New Year, losing my virginity to my best friend’s brother.

As I lie against Lochlyn’s heaving chest, trying to catch my breath, I revel in the feeling ofustogether. It was amazing. I’ve heard from so many people that the first time can be terrible, awkward, painful. Outside of the brief pinch of pain at the very beginning, it was none of those things.

Lochlyn’s arms are around me, one drawing tiny circles on my hip while the other holds my hand against his chest. His heart hammers beneath my fingertips. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I know I should be getting up, getting dressed, going home. But I can’t tear myself away from him.

With a kiss to the top of my head and a squeeze, he gently pushes my shoulders back to look into my eyes. “How are you? Are you okay?”

I’m better than okay. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Really good.”

A smile breaks across his face. But reality strikes, and I start to back away. I feel awkward lying here, not regretting a thing, but I’m sure that’s all it was. A one-time sex episode between two…friends. Maybe he even just wanted to make sure I lost my virginity to somebody I feel safe with. Maybe he just always wanted to have sex with me and figured it was as good a time as any.

“I should probably get going.” I move to sit up.

He grabs my arm and pulls me down to him. “Not yet.” His arms tighten around me, holding me against his body.

While I don’t want to be anywhere else, I know the longer we stay here, the more chance we have of being caught. “Loch, really, I have to go.” I push away from him and sit up. The last thing I want to ruin an otherwise perfect ending to the night is for Chelsea to come downstairs and find us.

He sits up next to me, cupping my chin and pulling my lips against his. “Stay here tonight with me,” he whispers as he leans his forehead against mine.

I close my eyes as I push my forehead firmly against his. Even if all he wants is more sex, I’m completely fine with that, even though I know I probably shouldn’t be. “How? Chelsea.”

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