Page 55 of The Twisted Beats

“But what?” I push myself up.

“I’m kinda buzzed and you’re a virgin. I don’t want your first time to be like this.”

“Don’t I get a say in it?”

“Sure, but I told your pops I would take my time with you. I don’t lie to people. It’s the one thing I refuse to do. If I have sex with you, which I really want to, I’m a dick.”

“My dad doesn’t get to decide.” I crawl over Callum, making him lie back so I’m on top of him. “Look at it this way. You’re keeping your word by slowing things down. I’m the one moving forward.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond. I press my lips against his. He moans in my mouth as I swipe my tongue against his. He tastes like beer and I like it.

My heart thunders and my blood heats to a boiling point. I might be young, but I’m ready for this. It doesn’t feel too fast to me. It feels right. Since I met him in this very room, I’ve wanted him.

Over the last six months, that has only grown. Even when he was out on tour, Bren would call and tell me Callum was talking about me and couldn’t wait to see me again.

Since he’s been back, he’s been coming over every night. Sometimes he and my brother jam for a while, then we talk, play video games, listen to music, and flirt. He even helps me practice my lines.

When my parents said we could date, we added heavy kissing sessions to the mix. It’s only been a day since they allowed that, but we’ve made up for the lost time.

Every time I see him, I shiver. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been interested in and it goes beyond that. The way I feel about him is intense. He consumes my thoughts and that’s a new thing for me.

“Lily…” he breathes as he breaks our kiss. He rolls us over and stares into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

I nod. He waits a moment and brings his mouth to mine. His hand slides under my bra and squeezes my breast. Tingles spider from my stomach and continue out. My lower abdomen tightens and grows heavy.

He moves his hand down to untie my shirt while kissing me in a wild need. I run my palms under his shirt. His skin is soft, but his muscles are lean and hard.

My stomach flips once my shirt is undone and Callum releases the front clasp of my bra. My breasts are naked and on full display.

He kneads one as he stares at my chest. “You have perfect tits.”

I giggle but stop when his mouth covers one of my nipples while he massages the other in his palm. He flicks it with histongue and adrenaline courses through me. I toss my head back and twist my hips, needing friction.

I’m no stranger to masturbation, so I know what to do to make myself feel good. He grinds into me, reading my request.

I moan. My head is light, but my insides are weighty. It’s a strange sensation, but I love it.

“Callum, take off your shirt.”

He releases my breasts, tugs his shirt off, and his mouth crashes to mine. We’re skin to skin and panting. We caress each other as I breathe in his crisp and clean cologne. It reminds me of a spring day by the ocean.

He presses his hips forward, making his erection dig into me. My skirt rides up, so only my lace panties and his jeans are separating us.

He’s so hard and I love having this effect on him. Most girls I’ve talked to have told me they were scared their first time. Not me. It can’t happen fast enough.

I slide my hand between us and down his length. I get ready to unbutton his jeans, but he stops me. He pulls away from our kiss, props himself up on his elbows, and cages my head in.

His breathing is shallow. “Livianna, we can’t do this.”

I blink up at him. “We’re not stopping.”

He pushes off me and adjusts himself. “Yes, we are. I don’t have any condoms. If you get my pants off and I’m between your legs with nothing but a thin barrier keeping me from getting inside of you, I’m bound to slip.”

“Why don’t you have any condoms?” I sit up, tugging my shirt to cover my breasts. “Don’t you carry them all the time?”

“No. I’ve never even bought them.”

I crinkle my nose up. “Then how do you get them?”