I nod as heat floods my face. Hollis always acts like a big brother, but when the song nears the end, and he covers the palm I have on his chest with his own, I become transfixed by the sight of our hands together.
Unable to look away, I swallow hard as a foreign sense of awareness spreads through me. Hollis’ callused fingertips, slightly stained with grease even though I know he scrubs himself clean after working on his truck, have me riveted to such an extent that I don’t realize when the song has ended and bled into another until the large hand at my back breaks through the haze.
Hollis backs away with a quick wink before slipping his arms around Charlotte. Dallas steps in front of me, blocking my view, snapping me from the odd trance.
Hollis is my best friend, and my lingering sadness over so much change occurring soon is clearly messing with my mind.
That must be it.
Hollis
PROM NIGHT
“You’re killin’ me.” My whispered groan fills the silence of the bedroom.
Charlotte’s on my bed beneath me, the fabric of her prom dress hiked up to her waist, baring her tiny panties. She clutches my ass, urging me to grind against her. My dick feels like it’s about to burst free from my pants.
“But what a way to go.” She watches me with a half-lidded gaze.
I place an openmouthed kiss on her collarbone, then nip at it before running my tongue over her skin. She rocks her hips against me, grinding against my dick, and I barely stifle a hoarse groan.
“I want you, Hollis.” The way she says this catches my attention, her words working their way through the haze of lust clogging my brain.
I rise up to peer down at her. We’ve talked about it, but I’ve never pressed the issue. Especially since she basically told me her first time was shitty. I’ve always left the ball in her court. I respect Charlotte too much.
“Are you sure?” I rest my weight on one forearm. With my other hand, I trace her jawline with my thumb. “You know I’m not—”
She presses a finger to my lips, stopping me. “I know you’re not trying to pressure me.” Her eyes soften. She drops her arm before raising her head to dust a kiss on my mouth. One edge of her lips quirks upward. “And tonight’s been perfect.”
It really has. I place a kiss to the tip of her nose before drawing back. “If you wanna stop at any point, just say so.”
She nods before tugging me back down, and soon, our mouths seal over one another, kisses turning more heated, wetter, deeper. She guides me in unzipping her dress, and when we carefully pull it from her, I struggle to draw air into my lungs.
She’s so damn sexy in her lace bra and panties. I quickly strip off my own clothes down to my boxer briefs, and I try to take things slow, try to ease into it, but she wants no part of it. She unhooks her bra and shoves off her panties, dislodging me from on top of her in the process.
I flick an amused look her way. “In a hurry?” I reach over to check the time on my phone. “Still a few hours before curfew for you.”
Her fingers slip inside the waistband of my boxers, and she starts sliding them down. My dick juts out, and she draws in a sharp breath.
I slip off the bed, slide my boxers the rest of the way off, and kick them to my bedroom floor. Before I can take my spot on the bed again, she reaches out and takes me in her hand.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
Her smile is full of mischief as she sits up and runs her tongue along the tip, darting along the top to lap up the moisture there. I thread my fingers in her hair and my grip tightens when she fits her lips around my length and glides her hot mouth up and down in agonizing strokes.
Shit, there’s no way I’ll last if she keeps this up. I’ll be a one pump chump, and I can’t have that embarrassment hanging over me. Especially not for my first time.
I tug her gently, steering her back from me. Looking down at her lips, wet and slightly reddened from my kisses, I say exactly that.
She lies back and tells me to hurry up and get a condom. When she spreads her legs, baring what I’ve become well acquainted with these past few months, I can’t help but lower my face between her thighs.
With my lips fastened around her clit, I gently flick my tongue against it, just enough to drive her crazy. Her hips rock, and I slide a finger inside her, groaning when her wet heat clenches me tight. She clutches my shoulders.
“Hollis, please.” Her breathless whispers sound pained. “I need you now.”
I slide on the condom and press inside, inch by inch, trying to ensure I don’t hurt her too badly, but she just groans. “Hurry up and do it already.”
I hesitate, but the look she gives me tells me she’s serious. I thrust deeper and freeze, panicked at her expression when her eyes pinch shut. “Shit, I’m sorry, Char—”
Her eyes flash open, and she tugs my head down to whisper against my lips, “Don’t apologize. It’s just… I need to get used to you inside me.”
Shifting slightly as if she’s testing how things feel, it makes me sink even deeper, and she bites her bottom lip with a tiny moan.
“You feel so good,” I whisper against her lips. Fitting my mouth to hers in a hungry kiss, I drive in and out of her.
I barely hold myself off, but when I reach between us to work her clit, and she hits her orgasm, I let go. Afterward, we lie in my bed, heaving like we’ve just run a marathon, and gaze at one another with a knowing smirk.
A long while later, after I sneak out of my room to grab a snack for us—and simultaneously pray I won’t encounter my mom—Charlotte insists on going at it again, citing scientific research purposes.
I’m hesitant since I heard girls can be tender down there afterward, especially since this was like her first time all over again—and I tell her this—but she persists. “We need to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke.” Her smile is full of naughtiness.
Of course, I have no choice but to prove her wrong.
And I think I succeed, if the way her inner muscles clench around me during her orgasm is any indication.
The second time with Charlotte is slow, gentler because whether she wants to admit it or not, I caught the little wince when I pushed inside her. I try to take my time and make it good for her.
Once I drop her off at home and sneak back into my house, I strip off my clothes and slide into bed. The sheets still smell like us, and a satisfied smile tugs at my lips. Tonight was pretty damn awesome.
Just as I drift off to sleep, a niggling thought sprouts at the back of my subconscious that I did something I shouldn’t have.
Or maybe that I did something with the person I shouldn’t have.
A few weeks later…
When I pull onto my street on my way home from school, my first thought is how glad I am that only a few weeks of school are left.
The second: How relieved I am not to have a shift at the country club tonight after having worked later than usual last night.
As soon as I realize my usual spot in the driveway is taken, I slow, my tired brain wondering who the vehicle could belong to.
Until it dawns on me.
I rush to park and get out of my truck, moving around to survey the shiny Chevelle that’s obviously been the recipient of some serious TLC.