Forever (Friends #3)(75)

"Amanda." He tugs on my hand, and the next thing I know we're kneeling on the bed facing each other. "I'm dead serious. I've never done this before."

"But you're the blowjob king," I blurt.

He frowns. "What?"

"Well, not that you give blow jobs." Oh God, I'm messing this up so freaking bad. I need to shut up. Yet I can't. "But you let girls give you blow jobs like, all the time."




 

 

"Well, yeah, but I told you before that number was grossly exaggerated."

I blink at him. "So there isn't an endless list of girls you've hooked up with?"

He shakes his head.

"And you've never had sex with any of them."

"No." His voice is firm.

"Not even Lauren Mancini."

His irritable sigh tells me he can hardly tolerate my question. "Not even with Lauren Mancini."

My mind is officially blown.

"What have you done?" I ask, then shake my head. "Wait a minute, maybe I don't want to know."

"I've done a few things. I'm not a saint, I've messed around." He studies me carefully. "I'd never gone down on a girl before until you."

"Wait, what?" But he did it so … well.

He looks faintly embarrassed. His cheeks are ruddy and everything. "Yeah. I just went on pure instinct with that."

Oh my God. So he'll get better at it? Lucky me.

"The rumors about me are so overblown. And I never bothered arguing them. Most of the stuff people say about me is pure bullshit." He takes my hand, brings it to his mouth and kisses my knuckles. "You're the only one who knows the real me."

Aww. That is the sweetest thing. This entire night has been amazing. So amazing I can't take it anymore. I tackle him, sending him backwards on the bed so I'm on top of him, our underwear the only barrier between us.

"I love you," I whisper just before I kiss him. I can't stop kissing him. The kisses become more and more intense, and then his hands start to wander, and my hands start to wander. My bra is discarded. So are my panties. He rolls over so he's on top of me, I help him get rid of his boxer briefs and then we're naked. Skin on skin, hot and hard against soft and smooth, and oh my God, I am about to lose my mind right now.

"Let me get a condom," he says, grabbing the box from his bedside table and pulling out a packet. He tears open the wrapper and pulls away from me so he's on his knees, rolling the condom on.

I watch because it's fascinating and I'm in awe of everything that is Jordan Tuttle. His body is beautiful. I want to kiss him all over.

But I'm also nervous.

"Are you scared?" he asks when our gazes meet.

"A little."

His smile is almost bashful. "I don't want to hurt you."

"We should take it slow," I suggest.

"You see, that's always a problem with you. Taking it slow." He pushes me so I'm lying flat on my back and he's hovering above me. "I can never do that when it comes to you." 

"Take it slow?"

"Yeah. You make me greedy." He starts kissing my neck. "Hungry." My chest, my breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling and oh God. "So fucking hungry, Mandy. I can't take it."

His mouth is everywhere. His hands are everywhere. He's positioned just above me, ready to slip inside, and I spread my legs wider, ready for him. His mouth is on mine, the kiss sloppy and wet and full of tongue and ever so slowly, he pushes inside of me.

I wince. My entire body tenses and he pauses, his breathing harsh as he hovers above me. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I nod and he slips deeper, making me gasp. "It just … hurts a little."

"Damn, Amanda." He sounds in agony, and then we're kissing again, my arms slung around his neck as I try to bring him in closer.

This is the part when I could say I see fireworks and we come together in a symphony of magical lovemaking. But that would be a lie. It's definitely magical, yes, because it's the two of us together, having sex for the very first time. We're in love with each other, and that makes it even more special. So it isn't just some casual hookup, you know?

But it isn't perfect. No, more like it's a little awkward and painful and kind of weird, but once we figure out what we're doing and I get over the initial pain, it's really good.

So good.

When we finish, our bodies are slick with sweat and we're both out of breath. The music has long stopped playing and the only light in the room comes from the two flickering candles Jordan lit before we started. He gets rid of the condom and crawls back into bed, pulling me close so I'm snuggled up to his side, our legs tangled, my head on his shoulder.

"Where do your parents think you are tonight?"