He takes his time, massaging each of my breasts before his fingers toy with the band of my panties. I push back against him, urging him to go lower, and he chuckles in my ear. The sound makes my thighs clench. “You want me to touch you there.”
“Yes, please.” I nod frantically. I’ll do anything, give anything for him to touch me there.
“If I do, that’s it for whatever it is you think you have with Reese. If I touch it, if I lick it, and kiss it and worship it, then that means it belongs to me.”
“That isn’t what this summer is supposed to be about. Also, you’re in love with another girl, how is that at all fair?”
“A girl who is probably fucking my brother as we speak,” he spits out, cupping my pussy over my panties roughly. “Life isn’t fucking fair, Veronica. Those are my terms, take them or leave them.”
It doesn’t even take me a full second to respond. “I take them.”
As soon as I utter the words, he spins me around and lifts me by my ass. I wrap my legs around him, and my mouth crashes onto his as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down before crawling up my body.
“This is just sex, right?” I pant.
“I told you, I’m not going to fuck you yet,” he says, biting my jaw.
“Why not?” I whine. I actually fucking whine. I’m so needy at this moment, I’d even beg if he asked me to.
“Because I’m your best friend and I’m not just going to get you drunk and rail you in your childhood bed.”
“Even if that’s what I want?” I say, biting his bottom lip.
His eyes darken as he hovers over me. “That’s what you think you want because you’ve never had anyone touch you the way I’m touching you.”
“Okay, since you know me so well, what is it that I want?”
“You want the same thing I want.”
“Which is?”
“To be cherished.” He runs circles around my nose with his and a shiver runs through me. I still, blinking up at him, but thankfully, he doesn’t give me a chance to respond. His mouth closes over mine, his hands clasping around my hands and pushing them over my head. “Lesson one, the make out session.”
He kisses me so thoroughly that I don’t know where his lips end and mine begin. I grind up against him, wrapping my legs around his waist, hoping he gives in and gives me the friction my body so desperately craves. “Jesus, Roni.” He groans into my mouth. “You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?”
“Have I ever?” I grin.
“Literally never.” He laughs back, kissing me slowly, taking his time, cherishing me exactly like he promised he would. “Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want you.” I pant. The sound is so needy, so desperate that I should be embarrassed, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
“You have me,” he tells me.
“I want more,” I say, clinging to him.
He kisses his way down my throat, leaving a trail of heat where his mouth has been. He sits back, his legs folded underneath his body, and he drinks me in. His gaze is so intense it makes me blush. What does he see when he looks at me? His best friend? A girl he’s attracted to? Does he see a future with me or does he wish I was her? Don’t go there, Roni, my subconscious chides. I force my eyes closed and force myself to stay in the moment.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Almost like it wasn’t meant for me to hear it. Like it was a thought that slipped out.
“You don’t have to lay it on so thick; I’m literally begging you to fuck me.” I roll my eyes and use sarcasm to cover up the insecurity. I’m nothing compared to the girls he’s been with. Plain even. I never cared before, so long as my work was beautiful, but now sprawled out in front of him in nothing but a t-shirt and pair of panties, I do.
He falls forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re beautiful, and I don’t know why you choose me, but I don’t take it for granted, okay?”
I can’t do anything but nod.
“Good girl,” he whispers, moving back down my body until his face is between my legs.
He presses a kiss over my panty covered mound and I tremble. “What are you doing?”
“Lesson number two.” He grins up at me like he’s got a secret he’s dying to share.
Lifting on my elbows, I watch as he peels the cotton keeping me modest down my legs, and hums his appreciation. He raises his hand, wiggling his fingers. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
“I tried a few times, but I never—”
“Came?”
I shake my head from side to side, watching through lidded eyes as he runs a finger up and down my slit. He repeats the motion over and over again, and each time his fingers glisten more and more with my juices.
“What turns you on?” he asks, dipping the slippery digit inside me.
“At the moment? That.”
He chuckles, the sound low and filled with mirth. My body responds in kind, gripping his finger for dear life. “Jesus, Veronica,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my dick inside of you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Our first time should be perfect.”
“Perfection is a fallacy,” I moan as he slips in a second finger. This time it burns slightly. My hands grip the sheets as my body adjusts.
“My hand in your pussy says otherwise.” He bites the inside of my thigh. “You feel like perfection.” His eyes find mine and he holds my gaze. His tongue flicks out and he flattens it against my core. “You taste like perfection, too.”
“Then fuck me,” I beg, my hips bucking up wildly to meet his mouth.
“Not.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop. “Tonight.” He growls, sucking on it again. My legs quiver and my stomach muscles tighten as he does this over and over, all while pumping into me with those two thick fingers.
I drop back into the mattress. My head lolls to the left and my eyes flutter closed. Dev must take that as a signal that I’m ready for more because he adds a third finger and it feels like I might explode from the pressure. I cry out, but he doesn’t let up on me. He keeps right on licking and sucking and pumping in and out of me until my entire body feels like it’s climbing.
His fingers slam into me and he latches onto my clit again. My body arches, my eyes roll back, and I moan and grind in rhythm with his hand.
“You gotta be quiet, babe. I don’t want your dad to shoot me.”
Babe. I shouldn’t like the way that sounds as much as I do, but God help me, I love it. It would be my luck that Daddy wakes up and kills Devin before I get the chance to experience my first official orgasm. I reach for a pillow and press it over my face, just as I explode. I scream into the pillow, my legs shake, and my heart races.
My chest heaves up and down as Devin slips out of me and rejoins me at the top of the bed. He presses one more small kiss on my lips, then on my nose and across my jaw, before he rolls off me, and pulls my back to his side.
“What about you?” I ask, feeling his erection pressing into my back.
“I’m fine.”