Rebel(5)

The lacy garment gives, going slack around me as his clever fingers release it with a practiced ease. My breath comes out in a shudder while he hooks his finger between the cups and tugs. That infuriating smirk still covers his handsome face, but his eyes are dark with desire. I’m not the only one affected.

Heat rushes to my face and down my front as my breasts are exposed. My nipples could cut glass, they’re so hard. When his hand starts at my stomach and strokes upwards to cup a breast, I let out a moan. Cassie insisted that first times are supposed to be awkward and terrible, except this is anything but. And if first times can be good, should I even be here?

I find his belt buckle and tug, suddenly eager to move on to the main event. I’m liking this too much, and that’s not the point. That can’t be the point. Gavin’s nothing more than a one night stand to build my confidence, not... whatever this is.

The buckle gives, the fly next. Tugging on his zipper, I work it down until his pants come loose and slide down his thighs. They catch halfway, but he lets go of me long enough to work them down. He never stops kissing my neck, and once his hands are back on me, his lips slide lower, approaching the swell of my breasts.

I’m hyperventilating. I’m going to boil over. His hands are all over me, stroking, squeezing, caressing, making me feel like there are two of him, even three. Expertly, he makes me tingle and shiver under his touch, building my anticipation until I think I’ll explode.

Just as he takes a nipple in his mouth, he hooks his fingers in the elastic of my panties, and as he swirls his tongue around the hard point, he tugs, exposing parts of me that no man has ever seen.

The first brush of air against my sex drives home the reality of what I’m doing, and it washes over me like a bucket of ice water. I have a boyfriend. And I'm cheating on him. Letting another guy see me naked before Paul ever has. So maybe Paul’s never made me feel like this, but that’s no excuse. I was crazy for thinking this was a good idea.

“Wait.” I take a step back, my nipple slipping out of his mouth with a soft pop, and my panties still halfway down my thighs. “I—I can’t do this.”

“Hey, it’s alright, babe. I’ll be gentle.” He slides his hands along my sides, his touch slow and seductive. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I swallow, trying to ignore the tingles his talented fingers create along my skin. I repeat myself with more conviction. “No, I mean it. I can’t.”

He stares at me, his face—and other things—, hard. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re saying this now?”

I rip my eyes away from the huge bulge in his black underwear. “I’m sorry. I really am. I thought I could, but I can’t. I’m sorry,” I repeat pathetically, yanking my panties back up as fast as I can, and hurriedly picking my bra up off the floor, unable to look him in the eyes. “I shouldn’t be here. Damn it.”

“Seriously?” He’s incredulous, and I don’t blame him. I’m angry at myself for thinking I could be okay with this. “Little Miss Let’s Get This Over With?” He tugs his underwear down, and my eyes go wide at the sight of his huge dick springing free. He gestures at it with a sneer. “Not even a sympathy blowjob? I’m sure a cocktease like you has had plenty of experience keeping guys out of your pants. You owe me that much.”

My cheeks burn, but I catch myself licking my lips. What’s wrong with me? I pick up my dress as quickly as I can and run for the door. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” As I snatch my purse off the leather couch, I feel my chest tighten and wet tears form in the corners of my eyes. I’m such an idiot.

The last thing I hear from Gavin is a frustrated groan, “You've gotta be fucking kidding me!”

I shut the door behind me, finally taking the time to slip my dress back on before hitting the down button on the elevator. I push it over and over like it’ll come faster that way, praying he doesn’t come out before I’m gone.

Good job, Angie. Good freaking job. I can’t even get no-pressure sex right.

My senses are all focused at his door, waiting for it to open, but it doesn’t sound like he’s following. In fact, I hear the heavy metallic click of a lock. It’s an angry, accusative sound that makes my heart ache even though I should be glad he’s letting me go with nothing but a few well-earned insults.

The elevator dings, a soft, pleasant chime that’s in total contrast to how I’m feeling, then I’m inside, my stomach surging as I start the slow descent back to reality.

I’m never listening to Cassie again.