“Can I take off your pants?” he mumbles against my lips.
I nod, a shiver rolling through me.
Without taking his mouth off mine, he pulls them down. I shimmy, helping him until they’re at my ankles.
“Fuck.” He groans as he teases the waistband of my underwear. “This is a big moment,” he murmurs, slipping beneath the fabric.Pulling back, he assesses me. “Are we rushing this? I don’t want to rush this.”
An exasperated groan surges from me. “JJ, I’ve waited years for you to touch me. If you stop, I will literally kill you.”
He chuckles. “Okay, baby. No more stopping.”
It’s that baby that does me in. And when he tugs my panties down and settles his weight over me, I forget everything else. I forget about all the years I’ve longed for this. When I was on the sidelines, hoping he’d look my way. When we were friends sharing a pizza or teammates vying for the same coveted spot. When we were bed mates who wouldn’t cross the pillowed line. All of that time slips away and the inevitability of us shifts into place.
He slides his hand between my legs, groaning like what he’s discovering feels just as good for him as it does for me. Pressure builds inside me quickly, its power uncontrollable. My skin feels tight, like a ball of energy has formed inside me and is threatening to explode.
I’m nervous about what will happen when it does, but JJ talks me through it.
His tone is sweet as he mumbles against my mouth. “That’s it, Adeline, come for me. Let me feel you break.”
My toes curl and my muscles tense. Then my eyes fall shut and a wave rushes over me. He kisses me through it. Tells me I’m beautiful. That he’s obsessed. Addicted.
“Can I taste you?” He whimpers against my lips.
My mind can’t make sense of the words for a moment. Maybe it’s the orgasm. Maybe it’s the way his voice goes soft and high when he begs.
Eventually, it clicks, and my breath stutters. “Um, yes.”
He licks my lips, groaning. “I’ve dreamed about this.” He kisses down my neck, then rolls his tongue over one of my nipples.
I arch in surprise, a moan rolling out of me.
“Oh, my girl likes having her nipples played with. Fuck, I love that.” He puts his mouth on me again, rolling his tongue in circles, not touching the tip. When he tweaks the other, a bolt of electricity shoots straight to my core. In seconds, I’m a mess, begging and whining and panting.
He chuckles, moving to my other breast. When the cool air hits me, I feel like I might combust. What is this sensation? How is he doing this with just his tongue?
“How?” I babble. “I—oh my god, your tongue.”
With his teeth gently clamped around my nipple, he grins up at me, his blue eyes devious. He flicks the sensitive bud with his tongue over and over, and I swear I see stars.
“Just wait until you feel it against your clit. I am going to love eating your pussy, baby.”
My pulse spikes. Holy shit. “You’re going to—” I glance down.
He nods, though he lifts up a little, his brows furrowed. “Has no one ever tasted this pussy?” He finds my clit and plays with it lazily.
I squirm, digging my heels into the bed. “JJ?—”
“Oh, baby, you are so fucking special.” Working his way down my body, he presses a kiss to my stomach. “I love that you’re giving me this. That I’m your first. Shit, it’s fucking with my head.” He lifts up, his face going serious. “Thank you.”
It’s so sweet. So unlike JJ. Not that he isn’t sweet, but it’s different now. We’re different now.
I sigh, a smile breaking across my lips. “Thank you.”
His expression turns wicked. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
With that, he shifts even lower and returns his focus to the spot between my legs.
I hold my breath, not sure what to expect.
