She jerks away from the kiss. “Gage!” She laughs, grabbing the front of her top, holding it against her breasts where he jerked the ties of her top loose.
“Oops,” he chuckles.
She turns to him. “Be good,” she warns.
“Why? What’s the fun in that?”
She looks at me with the question in her eyes, and I nod. They would find out sooner or later that I’m a virgin. She pecks my lips before turning back to Gage. “We’re going slow,” she explains, then huffs when he looks at her in confusion. “He’s a virgin.”
I can feel my cheeks flame again when he jerkshis eyes to mine, then grins. “You lucky bastard. You get that sweet pussy for your first time?” I feel my face get hotter, but not from embarrassment, from the thought of her naked with my cock inside her. I groan at that thought before I can stop it, and his grin widens. “Trust me, whatever just went through your head will never compare to the real thing.”
“Shut up or go in the house,” she tells him sternly.
“Not a chance in hell, Pretty girl.” He mimes zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key, making me chuckle, breaking some of the tension in my body.
She shakes her head and looks back at me. “You want me to let this go?” She nods her head to where her hands are holding her top. I nod so fast that I almost make myself dizzy. She lets her hands drop and lays the top beside us. I was too focused on my nerves earlier to notice the bruise on one of her breasts, and my brows furrow in concern.
“It’s okay. It was Ryder,” she tells me, and Gage leans up and looks around her.
“He marked you?” he asks, and I can’t tell whether he’s mad or not.
She shrugs. “I liked it. Let’s move on.”
She takes my hands and places them on her naked breasts, moving her hands with mine, so I’m gently massaging them. They are perfect, more than my hands can hold, and her nipples are a dusky pink color and in hard points. She drops her hands, looping them around my neck, letting me feel her.
“Play with her nipples,” Gage says hoarsely, and I look to see he’s focused on my hands.
“Do you want him to go?” she whispers just so I can hear, and I shake my head because he’s helping me feel more confident.
I hear him sit up and scoot his lounger closer. He reaches around to her breast and rolls her nipple between his fingers. “Like that,” he instructs, and I follow his direction on the other side.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers, arching into our touch.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I wasn’t good at reading cues yet.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You like Holden’s hands on you, don’t you, Pretty girl?” Gage drops his hand, so I place my fingers on that nipple, rolling them between my fingers, watching her face.
“I do,” she answers, grinding her hips down on me again. If she doesn’t stop I’m going to come in my pants, but I don’t want to stop her; it feels too good.
“Suck one into your mouth,” Gage says, and my eyes jerk to his face. He laughs. “Trust me.” I just look at him, hoping, without me saying, he’ll show me. How do you ask another guy to teach you to please a girl? Gage is the easiest going, and I always feel comfortable around him. He’s the first one that made me laugh again with his antics, and I feel at ease like this with him. He gets up and sits beside me, much to my relief. He leans in and sucks the stiff peak between his lips, tugging slightly. Her hips buck, and she sinks her fingers into his hair.
I lean in and copy his movement, making her hand go to my head. I can’t see her face anymore, so I go with how her hips move. They move more when I put more pressure on her nipple. “You’re a fast learner,” she moans, rocking her hips.
Sliding my hands down her ass, I jerk her harder onto my dick. I don’t care anymore; I need to feel her.
Gage lets her nipple go with a wet pop. “Atta boy,” he encourages when he sees me moving her hips against me.
I move her against my cock through my shorts, so turned on that I know I’m about to come. I can’t even be embarrassed. My breathing starts to speed up, and my grip on her hips tightens, grinding my hips up while I pull her down. She leans in. “It’s okay,” she says, crashing her lips against mine. I feel my balls tighten up and groan into her mouth, letting myself go. She continues rolling her hips through my release until I get too sensitive. She pulls back, pecking my lips. I couldn’t stop the blush I can feel coming on.
Gage laughs. “You lasted longer than I did the first time I had a girl dry hump me, and she didn’t even have her tits in my face.”
I can’t help it; I laugh. He knew just what to say to save me from embarrassment, and she seems fine with it, sweetly rubbing her hands down mystubbly cheeks.
“What about you?” I whisper. I have no idea what to do, but I know she didn’t get off.
“I’m fine,” she smiles.
