"Hmm," he said. "Two-timing me?"
"I'd have to be out of my mind," I said. "Where am I going to find a guy who leaves his friends and beer to come and hang out with boring old me?"
"You are far from old," he said, as he kissed my neck. "And, you're certainly not boring."
My body was tingling all over as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck. He moved his hand down my stomach and placed it on my hip. He worked his way back up to my lips, and I couldn't stop thinking how sexy it was to have his stubble rub across my face. It was also intoxicating to taste the alcohol on his breath. It added to the forbidden feeling of having him in my room, late at night, without my father home.
Everything combined to make me extremely aroused.
"These are cute." He grinned as he tugged at my little shorts. "I want you out of them."
I sat up and slipped them over my hips and down my legs, revealing my tiny, pink panties. I wanted him to touch me, and if taking my shorts off got me closer to that goal, then I'd do it. Sex was still new to me. We'd done it only a few times since our first encounter. I got my period shortly after that night, so I didn't feel comfortable having sex that week, and then it was hard for us to find alone time. We did have sex once when his parents were home, but I didn't feel at ease when we did, so Alex didn't press for me to do it again.
"This too." He placed his finger under the strap of my tank top.
"I don't have a bra on." I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Good." He smiled. "I want to see those boobs."
I bit my bottom lip and slowly pulled the shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor.
His gaze wandered over my exposed body, and he reached for my face and whispered, "I can't stop thinking about you." He pressed his lips to mine, moving his hand down my chest, using his fingertips to gently trace my nipples. He laid me back on the bed and moved his mouth down my throat and to my right breast. He softly sucked just above my nipple, leaving a bright red spot behind. It turned me on to see he had marked me. I wanted to be his.
I reached down and pulled at his shirt. "You have too many clothes on."
He got off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, then reached for his belt buckle. I got up on my knees to face him and unbuttoned his pants, then slowly lowered the zipper as I placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his chest. He tangled his fingers in my hair and frantically pulled it when I brushed my hand over his erection that was now begging to break free from the confines of his boxers. I reached for them, but he took my hand and smiled. He kicked his pants off, pushed me back on the bed, and crawled on top of me.
His skin was so warm, and he smelled so good. He pulled my leg up over his hip and ground into me.
"I missed you," I whispered.
"We don't do this nearly enough," he said on a moan as he pushed his erection against my heated center. Not that I was complaining about the contact, but after making love to him, dry humping was no longer enough. I reached and pulled my panties down, hoping he would take the hint. He kissed me harder as he continued to rock into me. He was frantic with need, but I didn't know why he was waiting. We were alone, horny, and definitely ready.
He slipped my panties down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. I grabbed his underwear and tugged at the waistband.
"Jocelyn," he said breathlessly. "I don't . . . ."
I reached inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around cowboy. After having sex with Alex, I no longer called itlittlecowboy.
Whatever he was going to tell me must have gone right out of his head, because he silently pulled his boxers off and let me continue stroking him. I was aching for him, dripping with desire, and the only way this feeling was going to subside was if he relieved me.
He lowered his body back down, placed his hand over mine, and guided his erection to my waiting center. He rubbed it against my desperately needy slit.
We both let out collective moans from the contact.
He ran his mouth along mine and gently bit my bottom lip.
"I didn't think I'd see you tonight," he whispered. "And it didn't take you long to get me worked up and naked."
I kissed him back as I lifted my hips so that our most intimate of areas could touch again.
"Fuck, Jocelyn." He groaned. "I don't have a condom."
Part of me was kinda glad because that meant since he wasn't seeing me tonight, he didn't think he'd be having sex at all, but the other part, the aroused teenage girl, was very disappointed.
I reached up and stroked his cheek. "It's okay; we can do other stuff, right?"
"I want you, Jocelyn," he whispered against my lips. He ran his tip along my slit.
