“ Are you sure?” he asked before stealing a kiss. My eyes fluttered closed. Had his mouth not been stealing every ounce of will power from my body, I would have grinned at his cheesy confidence. It was like he wanted me to love him. He was daring me to let myself fall, and for a brief moment, I decided that I would accept his challenge. Bring it on, Beck .
My hands pushed his boxers down and a moment later my underwear was following their descent. We were beautifully naked and I tried hard not to feel self-conscious. I let his skin consume mine and I let him press me back against the living room wall once again. Except this time he didn’t trap me with his hands. He trailed kisses down my neck, down my stomach, taking each breast into his mouth and swirling his tongue around my nipples. I arched into his mouth. He kissed down my stomach, licking a trail over my flushed skin. He continued his descent until he was on his knees, looking up at me with a cheeky grin.
“ I think this is my favorite angle of you.” He smirked and I tried to imagine what he saw. His face was right at the base of my stomach. His gaze sloped up my stomach and my breasts. My wild strawberry-blonde hair was fanned out around my face as I stared down at him.
Then I watched as he dipped his head and licked me there once, slowly, ending right before he reached the spot where I needed him the most. My mouth fell open as I watched him trace along my sensitive flesh. Holy. Then he held my eye contact as he dipped his tongue lower. Meeting his eyes felt like another dare. He looked sinful and confident and I didn’t blink once.
I stared down at him, pushing my tongue to the bridge of my mouth whenever he circled closer to a sensitive part. Tingles spread from where his tongue met my skin. My hands fell back against the wall, trying in vain to grasp the flat surface. He finally flicked his tongue across my clit, slowly and teasingly, making sure I was more than ready for him to enter me. I needed something to balance it out, but I couldn’t find anything. My knees started to buckle and Beck paused to look up at me with a cocky grin.
“ Beck!” I moaned, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes, unsure of what I needed. I didn’t want his mouth to budge, but I wanted to dig my heels into his back as he pushed me against the wall. I wanted to experience the life that Caroline never did. I couldn’t waste the moment life had presented for me on a silver platter.
I heard a crinkle of paper and dropped my hands to see Beck rolling the condom onto himself. His abs flexed as he bent forward to slide it on and I gawked like a fool. It was the sexiest and most terrifying thing I’d ever seen. I had no clue what I’d actually agreed to, and now that it was about to happen, fear spiked my blood and turned my heart rate up another notch.
“ Beck, this is going to hurt, I know it is,” I rambled with shaky hands. “Crap.” Then I started laughing because I said crap right before I was about to lose my virginity. I thought it was supposed to be more romantic than that and I was ruining it. I tried to shake out my nerves, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t get out of my own brain.
Before I knew what was happening, Beck had his hands around my body and was carrying me away from our pile of clothes. Our naked bodies pressed together as he dragged me through a doorway and playfully tossed me back onto his bed. My head fell onto a sea of pillows and my smile was too wide to contain. A fresh clean laundry scent swirled around me.
“ We’re going to do this the slow and easy way, Abby. I’m not going to take you against the wall when you’re shaking.” I couldn’t argue with that. My playful, goofy Beck had left the building entirely. This Beck looked like he was about to attack me and I gulped, staring up into his dark hazel eyes.
He was still hard, wearing the condom proudly as he dipped lower to crawl over me. Each touch of his skin meeting mine completed the current of electricity running between us and I could feel our skin crackle. His chest hit my legs, his mouth found my hip bone and my lower belly. His lips teased every nerve ending they touched. My hands clawed his sheets. I didn’t even register the color of his bedding or the details of his room. All of that existed on the fringe, in the periphery of my consciousness.