“Two weeks since prom, Liv. Two. Weeks. I’m pretty sure I will die if I don’t fuck you soon.”
“You won’t die,” she quipped while her hand molded over my hard-as-steel cock. “But watching you walk with a limp has been fun.”
“Has it now?” I twisted her around until she faced the mirror, unzipped my jeans, pulled out a condom, and covered my dick. With a steady thrust, I slid into her. The maneuver was met with her releasing a rush of air.
“Fuck, Liv.” Unable to wait a second longer, I began to piston my hips while reveling in her warmth. “Holy shit,” I growled, my voice strained because of the searing pulses at the base of my cock. With my eyes trained on her reflection in the mirror, I added, “This feels unbelievable, Liv.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a hard nod, while her eyes screwed tightly shut.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
I hadn’t planned on it. In fact, finally having her again made it fuck-hard to hold back my release. Determinedly, I reached around and circled her clit to push her along, but by doing so the soft pants became loud moans.
“Shh,” I hissed through gritted teeth while never breaking stride. “Are you close?”
“Uh-huh,” she repeated, gripping my forearm to ensure my hand remained right where it was and lifting her toes to deepen the angle. “Oh my God.” The next thing that came out of her mouth was my name before she tightened around me like a vise.
“Shit… shit.” I was at the point of no return and watching as I disappeared into her body with each pump of my hips captivated me. Freezing my movement while deep inside her, I stilled while croaking way too loudly, “Holy… fuck!”
It was her turn to shush me, but at that point I didn’t care if her father heard us from the Garden State Parkway. An amazing orgasm rolled on and on. What we’d just done, with her crudely bent over the bathroom vanity and me still fully dressed, added another level of hotness to the situation. She had yet to lift her head, still dragging in breath after breath while my body curled over hers. The only thing that would make it better was if I didn’t have to deal with the damn rubber. “We’re so dumb,” I said when I pulled out and peeled the latex off my still-throbbing cock.
“Why?” She straightened and met my gaze in the mirror.
“We planned the perfect weekend to lose our virginity, but we should’ve planned not having to use these fucking condoms.” Wrapping it in a few tissues, I tossed it into the trash.
“Oh well.” Her lips lifted into a gorgeous smile. “We can’t cry over spilt… cum.” I chuckled at her comeback and wrapped her in my arms, which caused my cock to wedge between her legs and set off a secondary shudder for both of us. “Oh… wow…” She shimmied her backside against my crotch.
Instantly, I hardened again. Being eighteen did have its advantages. “Time for round two.” Suddenly, her cell dinged from the back pocket of her denim shorts. When she bent to lift her phone, ignoring me and my compromising position, I griped, “What the hell?”
Ignoring me, she gasped. “Oh my God. Kim just texted me.” She flipped her phone so I could read the screen.
Breaking news! Kristi just texted me. Guess who came out as a couple?!
Kim hadn’t waited for Alivia to even guess when a new bubble appeared directly below the first one.
MOLLY AND JETT! They arrived at the bus together, sat huddled in the back together, and haven’t been apart all morning!
As Alivia stared at me with a gaping mouth, I said, “Good for them,” pretending ignorance.
“This is huge, Shane. Maybe Jett will remove the stick up her ass.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I responded casually while ignoring the anxiety coursing through me for playing a role in it all. “Can we have sex again now?”
Chapter Six
Alivia
“Here, babe.” Shane offered the soda he’d gotten for me, but at seeing my thumbs flying over the screen, he grumbled, “You two still at it?”
As I typed back one final response to Kim, I defended myself by saying, “I told her to stop, and that I didn’t care.” My friend thought she was doing me a great service by keeping me posted.
The texting had been going on since yesterday. It seemed that Molly and Jett were the talk of the weekend—quarterback and head cheerleader had finally come together. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Every time Kim heard from her mole who had gone on the class trip, she felt the need to fill me in. The gossip only worsened when the pair had appeared at a party Kim and Chase were currently at. That gave my friend a front-row seat to what she had missed by skipping Senior Cut Day, and the need to confirm all the chatter had been true.
“I don’t want to think about Molly, or Jett, or even Kim and Chase.”
“Ditto.” I slipped my phone into my back pocket and took the ice-cold drink from Shane’s hand.
“What I really want is to figure out a way to get you alone.” He positioned himself behind me on the chaise, forcing my body to lean on his before he kissed the skin behind my neck.
“Good luck with that,” I mumbled, glancing over at the mass of people not fifty feet away.
At that moment, our conversation halted as the first blast flared through the dark sky and burst into a technicolor bloom. Sounds of the kids squealing and clapping echoed around us, causing me to smile and Shane to chuckle. Even the adults were mesmerized as they all watched the spectacular display. There wasn’t a doubt that other beach residents could see them from miles away.
I welcomed the distraction and relaxed against my boyfriend, enjoying the elaborate show. The entire weekend had been a huge party with enough catered food to feed a village.
There was much to celebrate between Shane’s parents’ birthdays, which were a day apart, and their wedding anniversary. Overall, it was a typical Devil’s Lair party… including the fireworks currently exploding over our heads. Who needed the Fourth of July when you were famous and wealthy?
Not surprisingly, Jack had gone all out. The man loved spoiling his wife, his kids, and his band. The scene wasn’t what someone would imagine happening at a rock star’s beach house… mainly because of all the kids present.
“While everyone is so engrossed, we can take a walk,” he casually said. Instantly, my eyes searched and found my father standing behind my mom. With his arms around her waist as she leaned back into him, he was in his own little world, which revolved around my mother. “Your father is in a good mood. We may as well take advantage of it before the fireworks end.”
“Okay, but we need to be quick, or he will have an aneurysm if we’re gone too long.”
We stood from the lounge, left our drinks where they still rested, and slipped off the deck undetected. It was the first time we’d had some privacy. It wasn’t like we had any opportunity to sneak off anyway, with all the activity happening all day. Leila Lair always ensured there was plenty to keep the kids occupied.
For the first time, Shane and I did nothing but lie around the pool, stuck somewhere between the kids and the adults.