“I’m not supposed to have boys in my bed,” I whispered. Before he could stop me, I threw a leg over him and settled astride his lap. “My dad would flip out.”
David took two handfuls of my ass and squeezed, pulling me against his crotch.
“You’re hard,” I murmured, my mind buzzing, my insides thrilling. He skated one hand up my back and stilled me by the nape of my neck. He held me in place as he latched his lips to mine in a sensual kiss that quickly turned hard and greedy. His tongue reached for me hungrily as his hand secured me to him. I gyrated in his lap, and he flexed his other hand against my ass.
“Lose your virginity here?” he rasped.
“College,” I breathed and then kissed him again. “You?” I asked into his mouth.
“Sixteen.”
“Head cheerleader?” I pushed my hips into him, creating a slow but purposeful rhythm.
“Something like that,” he said from behind gritted teeth. “You?”
“Jordan Banks, my,” my breath hitched when he pulled me against him harder, “my first true boyfriend.”
“I’ll kill him,” David said, and the playfulness in his threat made me laugh.
He flipped me over onto my back and grasped my hips in his hands. My legs surrounded him as he continued his deliberate movements, his crown grinding against my clit.
“You’re . . . making me . . . come,” I breathed, gasping with each acute sensation.
With one hand, he popped open the button of my jeans and pushed my pants over my ass. He propped himself above me with an outstretched arm. “Touch yourself in this bed?” he asked. He bypassed my pants to continue his sinuous teasing against my panties.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Show me.”
I hesitated, lost in the sensations singing through my body. He grasped my hand, lowered it between my legs, and clamped it over my mound, circling my fingers over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, bowing my back. “Right there.”
“Don’t stop,” he said gruffly as he removed his hand to undo his fly. I massaged myself and watched his cock fall heavy into his hand. His lids lowered as he stroked himself, never taking his eyes off my hand.
He groaned loudly. “I could come just watching you.”
I urged him forward by pushing my heels into his ass. “I want you, David.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “We can’t.”
I kneaded faster over my underwear, squirming beneath him and breathing heavily. “Please,” I panted. I reached out to touch him, and his other hand fisted the sheets next to my head. Suddenly, he tore my jeans off the rest of the way, yanked my panties aside, and fed himself into me.
He made a noise from the back of his throat, and his eyes remained locked on my hand. “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he rasped, sliding in and out of me. He grasped my hip in one hand and continued bracing himself against the bed with the other. I applied more pressure and circled faster, bringing myself to the edge as he thrust into me. Within a few plunges he was coming with his jaw clenched, clawing at the sheets, jerking as his heat coursed into me. I grabbed onto his t-shirt as my own pleasure crested, seizing and releasing me repeatedly, arching my back and bucking my hips. When I finished, I released my back onto the mattress and let go of his shirt.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I pulled him down by his neck and kissed him. “Thank you, baby. That was just what I—”
When the door slammed downstairs, David jumped back.
“Shit,” I hissed, fumbling to button up my jeans. I flew to my feet as David zipped up his own pants.
My dad’s voice rang through the house. “Liv?”
After a moment to catch my breath, I responded. “Up here, Dad.”
I heard him climbing the steps as David whirled to the bookshelf to pick up my prom photo.
