He clears his throat, and pulls one of his hands out of my grasp. He places it gently on my cheek, rubbing softly back and forth over my overheated skin. He places his forehead against mine. “I’ve thought about this moment for what seems like my entire life, Phoebe. And I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want to chase you away again.” His breath against mine is a drug I didn’t know I needed until this very second, and I never want it to stop. “I–I’ve never done this before,” he admits shyly.
“Done, what exactly?”
He laughs softly, vibrating both of our bodies, and making me grin like an idiot. I’ve always loved the sound of his laugh, but being this close, and in this position with him, I love it even more. “Okay, you can’t laugh at me, or I’ll never be able to look at you again. And Pheebs, I really, really love looking at you,” he says, and another laugh escapes my lips.
“I promise I won’t laugh at you.”
He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly between us. “I’ve never done this,” he motions with his hand to the two of us, and I furrow my brow in confusion. “Fuck, okay. I’m just going to have to say it, and when I do I’m going to just melt into a puddle of embarrassment.”
“Dude, just spit it out! You’re starting to make me nervous.”
He closes his eyes and takes another shaky breath. “I’m a virgin.”
Oh.
That is not what I was expecting him to say. I was totally gearing up for the ‘I just want to be friends’ talk or whatever. But notthis.
His confession makes the butterflies taking residence in my stomach flutter around like crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by words before, and it’s taking everything in me not to jump his bones.
Spencer still has his eyes closed tightly, his breathing is heavier, coming out in nervous, ragged pants between us.
Leaning forward again, I press my lips to his cheek, then make my way slowly across his face. Kissing him gently in different spots until he laughs.
“You’re taking this better than I expected,” he says between my kisses.
I pull back and look at him. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s like every girl's dream to find a guy she can corrupt with all the scenes from her smut novels. And you, Spencer, are about to be corrupted.” I smirk at him and nip at his jaw with my teeth.
His answering groan is like a breath of fresh air, and when our lips meet again, there’s a drastic change in the air. Our first kiss seems sweet and innocent compared to this one. I am fueled by fire and lust as he kisses me deeply, fully, passionately.
When we wake up tomorrow, we will be wholly different people, so I’m going to take full advantage of this one night we have together.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted with him, and everything I can’t keep after tonight.
I push him backwards onto the sleeping bags, and kiss my way down his throat, his chest, until I’m kissing and nipping small bites at the edge of his pants. One of his hands is fisted in my hair, and the other is gripping the bedding tightly as his hips thrust slightly at every kiss I place upon his stomach.
I grab the waistline of his pajamas and start to pull them down, a small amount in tandem with every kiss I place in their absence. Before I manage to pull them any further than his hairline, he grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop and look up at him. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, praying that he isn’t about to come to his senses and tell me this is a bad idea. I know it’s a bad idea, but right now I don’t care.
Bad ideas always start out as fantastic ones if you believe hard enough.
He grabs me under my arms and drags me back up his body until we are kissing again. While I’m confused as to why he stopped me, it’s hard to be upset about it while his tongue is meeting mine in perfect rhythm. His teeth bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to make me moan out in pleasure. I run my hands through his hair, and fist them tightly as I pull his head back roughly, forcing him to look at me.
“I said, what’s wrong?” I give his head a sharp tug again when he tries to come in for another kiss. “I can do this all night, Spence.”
The grin on his face is devious, and full of mirth. “Nothing is wrong,” he says as he kisses the arm that’s lounging on his shoulder as I hold his hair in my grip. “I just want to pleasure you first.”
Oh.
I lean forward and run my tongue up the side of his face, his erection is pressing into my thigh and I can’t help myself. I move my thigh up and down, caressing it and making him moan out. The sound makes my libido kick into overdrive, and I want him to touch me. I release his hair and move from on top of him, making myself comfy on top of our sleeping bags.
“Then have at it,” I tell him, spreading my legs as an invitation.
Chapter Sixteen
Spencer
Idon’thesitatetotake Phoebe up on her offer. Positioning my body over hers, resting my weight on one of my elbows as not to crush her, I kiss her thoroughly. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls my hips down to hers. We both still have that barrier of clothing on, but I can feel the body heat blazing off of her, just as I know she can feel my hard-on pressing into her. She doesn’t seem to mind it, but if she keeps writhing her body the way she is…I’m not going to last long.
Copying her, I sprinkle kisses down her neck, as my hands work on pulling her sweatshirt off. I help her sit up and she tugs the sweatshirt, along with whatever shirt she was wearing underneath off, then grabs my face and pulls me back down to her, crushing her lips in mine in frantic movements.
