When he offers to go get some, I shake my head. I don’t think he should be walking around the suite sporting that big thing. What if Lily is out there? Well, she’d probably like it, but I wouldn’t want her seeing Alex, um, likethat.
He interrupts my internal meltdown by saying, “It’s not uncommon for a guy to wake up a little bit excited. Especiallywhen there’s a beautiful, delicious-smelling woman next to him. It’s only natural.”
“Okay, well… I really wouldn’t know.”
“Why is that? Didn’t douchebag ever wake up like this?” He nods down at his shorts.
“Well, I never slept with Bradley. We didn’t sleep together, I mean. Oh, shoot. We never slept in the same bed together. We didn’t sleep, sleep together either.” Crud, I think I’m making it worse.
“Are you telling me that you didn’t have sex with Bradley? Weren’t you together for over a year?”
I’m not sure I like his tone much. “Yeah, so, what’s your point?” I question defensively.
“My point? My point is that he had the prettiest woman on the planet for a year and he didn’t do anything with you? Ever?”
“I guess not. I’ve, uh, never, uh… you know.”
“You’re a virgin, Pixie? Is that what you’re trying to say?” Alex says this rather angrily.
“Yes?” I attempt to scamper out of bed. This is so humiliating. I just admitted to a guy I barely know that I’m a virgin, and he seems to be pissed about it. I feel those frigging tears coming back. I swear, I’ve cried more in the last few days than I have in my entire life. College is stressful. Guys are stressful. Evil roommates are stressful. I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.
“Hang on, hang on, Stella.” He grabs me before I can roll over him to escape. I’m now lying directly on top of him. His arms are wrapped around me so snuggly that I can’t move any further.
“Don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick. I just can’t believe what an idiot that guy is. He’s an even bigger dumbass than I gave him credit for.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Why are you surprised thatI’m a virgin? Have you looked at me?” I sniffle, doing my best to keep the tears at bay.
“Yes, I have looked at you, and I want to see more. Honestly, I’m fucking ecstatic he didn’t touch you. Stella, I’m really glad because that makes me hope that I will get to be the guy that shares your first time with you, Pix.”
Alex is looking at me with the most serious expression I’ve seen from him yet. His eyes are intense, and his mouth is drawn tightly closed. I lean up, slowly crawling up his chest just enough to look directly into his eyes. “That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, Alex.” I move my lips closer to his and kiss him. He kisses me back with so much passion I feel tingles all the way to my core.
“Angel, you are so damn sexy,” he pants.
I can’t talk. It’s too much. I just want to kiss him. I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I clutch his T-shirt with my fists. I’m still on top of him, and now I push myself up a little so I can straddle him. He reaches around with one arm holding my waist while his other hand reaches back, squeezing my bottom. It feels amazing. So much so, I moan. He must like that because he flips me over onto my back so that he’s on top of me, growling as he goes.
“Baby, I want you so much. I know you’re not ready, but let me touch you, please?”
I’m not sure what he means by that, but I want to find out, so I nod. I want him to touch me. He reaches up and rubs his thumb over my breast. My nipples are already hard little nubs. His thumb brushes the tip of my right breast, which makes me arch my back like I’m trying to get closer to him. I moan my approval.
“You are so gorgeous.” He’s breathing even harder now.
His other hand slides into the waistband of my yoga pants. Oh, God, he’s putting his hand down my pants. What underwear do I have on? No time to think of that, he’s moved hishand down into my panties until he’s touching me… downthere. My mind is working overtime. Even though this is a first for me, I’ve read plenty of romance novels, and in those, the women are always bare. Crap! Should I have waxed? I had no idea this was going to happen, so there was no special, you know, preparations made. I should stop him, I really should, but I don’t want to. He doesn’t seem to mind my hair situation. He slides his hand through my center, and I feel his fingers brush down further.
“Oh, God, Stella, you’re so wet.”
He’s got magician’s fingers. How is he doing that? Nothing has ever felt so good. “Mmm-hmm” is all I can say right now.
His fingers move back and forth between my legs. He spends extra time in the front, and whatever he’s doing is making my body hum. I’ve never in my life felt anything as good as this. His finger moves further back to my center and slips inside of me, in and out. I’m the one panting now. He hasn’t forgotten my needy breast either. He’s pinching my nipple with one hand and using my own juices to move his fingers enough to make me squirm with the other. My goodness, he’s talented.
When he chuckles and says, “Thank you.” I know I must’ve said that out loud.
Oh, who cares? Because right then, Alex finds my spot. The one I called my golden ticket. Yes, I know it’s called a clitoris, but that’s too embarrassing to even think about. So, golden ticket it is. He must be able to tell that I like it because he starts to rub it in earnest now, moving faster and circling around it. With a mind of its own, my body moves with him as he rubs and pinches. Oh, God, what’s happening to me? I can feel something happening to me.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Alex.”
“I won’t, Stella. Come for me, angel. I want to see you come for me.”
So, I do. When I explode, I swear I see fireworks. My eyes are pressed so tightly together that I’m not sure I can open them again. Holy smokes, I think that was my first orgasm. Alex Emerson, star football player and all-around hottie, just gave me my first orgasm. The sweetest, nicest, and sexiest man in the entire world just made me see stars. “Oh, Alex,” I say breathlessly. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
