What Chloe didn’t know all that much about was how it felt to have someone else make her come. She wasn’t a virgin. Danny Damiani popped her cherry on her seventeenth birthday. It wasn’t bad for a first fuck. At least it sounded better than the stories she’d heard the other girls tell in school. She giggled to herself at the memory of it.
Danny, the asshole, because that’s how she thought of him now, took her out for dinner and to see Fifty Shades of Grey, which had just come out the day before. He thought they were cool because they could get into an R-rated movie, but what he really thought was that Christian Grey and his red room would get her into the mood. It didn’t. She giggled almost the entire two hours it was on the screen.
Because it was stupid.
She had no problem getting into the mood after the movie though. They’d been dating for almost six months, since the beginning of the school year, and she was ready. It was really cold that Valentine’s Day. They were sitting in his Dodge Challenger, still in the movie theater parking lot, listening to the radio and making out. Fogging up the windows. Messy teenage kisses that were all tongue. Danny’s ice-cold hands were inside her sweater, pushing up her bra so he could get to her tits. Her teeth chattered between kisses.
“Is your dad home?”
She laughed. “I doubt it.”
“But it’s your birthday, babe!”
Maybe that was another reason she hated that cheap term of endearment.
“So?”
“If you’re sure he’s not home, let’s go to your house. I want to give you your present.”
And, of course, her father wasn’t home. Danny grabbed a gift bag from the back seat and they went upstairs to her frilly pink bedroom. He closed and locked the door with his tongue down her throat and backed her toward the white canopy bed.
He dropped the gift bag on top of the bright-pink satin blanket. “What’s in there?”
“Everything we need to celebrate your birthday, babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He peeled off her sweater, leaving her in her gray lace bra and skintight jeans. He reached behind his head and pulled off his Henley, then he handed her a wrapped box out of the bag. “Open it.”
Chloe tore off the paper and opened the box. It was a Pandora bracelet of black braided leather with a pavé crystal heart charm on it. “Oh, Danny—I love it! Thank you.”
“I love you, babe. Happy birthday!” Danny kissed her while he unhooked her bra and it fell from her shoulders. Chloe let it drop to the floor. “You’re so sexy!” Then he bent down and sucked on a nipple while he rolled the other one in his fingers.
“There’s more.” He pulled a bottle of vanilla-flavored vodka from the bag and two plastic cups. “We have to toast your birthday, don’t we?”
“Uh-huh.” She liked where this night was going. He poured each of them some vodka and they drank it. It felt warm going down her throat and it didn’t taste too bad. Chloe laid back on the bed and he pulled off her jeans. She painted her nipples with the vodka.
“Hot as fuck,” he muttered.
Danny stripped off his jeans and laid next to her, licking the vodka from her nipples. “Mmm. More.”
“You like that, don’t you babe?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll make sure you get everything you want. I went to that XXX store across from the mall and got all the things we talked about.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I wanted to make sure your birthday, your first time, was perfect.”
“I fucking love you, Danny!”
“You too, babe.”
Danny was a normal horny teenager. So was Chloe. What made her different from most other girls in school was she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of her sexuality. She’d embraced it then, felt empowered by it. They’d watched porn together and had done almost everything except fuck. His finger was the very first thing ever to penetrate her virgin pussy. She practiced sucking his dick every day after school because she liked it and he could finger-bang and eat her out better than any porn star.
Chloe had been so excited that night. She was so wet and turned on knowing she and Danny were finally going to do it. He pulled off her thong and she spread her legs wide. She stared into the eyes of Taylor Kerrigan hanging on her wall while her boyfriend readied her cunt for his cock.
He made sure she came a few times first. He sucked her nipples and her clit while he fingered her. She loved his fingers inside her. They played with the bullet vibrator he got her. She’d wanted one so she could get herself off when he wasn’t there. He tried to finger her asshole, but that was one place no one was ever going to go. Exit only. She let him lick her there a little, though, and that felt good. What she needed now was his dick. Inside her.
Bye-bye, V-card!
It was almost anti-climactic. She was so wet his dick slid right in. No sting. No burn. No pain. She’d expected it to hurt. She’d wanted to feel it and was disappointed she didn’t. She did feel full with his hard cock in her tight little pussy. And it did feel good. Until he turned into an asshole three months later.
Chloe had only been with one other guy since. Almost three years ago. It was a one-night stand with a guy she met at a frat party her freshman year of college. She was drunk. She couldn’t tell you his name. She barely remembered the sex. He was a football player. Did she have a thing for football players? Asshole was a high school quarterback. Mr. One-Night Stand was…something. She didn’t remember, but he played college ball. And Jesse had played wide receiver in the NFL. She giggled.
At least I made it to the pros!
She reminded herself that Jesse wasn’t Danny. Or her father. Not every guy is an asshole. Right?
Chloe hugged the pillow tighter to her body. Jesse might think she was going to be his, but the truth was, in her mind anyway, she’d been his for a long, long time. It was about time he knew it.
It was a beautiful June morning. A perfect morning. And not just because the sun was shining and the breeze was sweet. It was perfect because the taste of Chloe still lingered. Jesse smiled to himself as he got out of his Range Rover and unlocked the service door to Charley’s in the alley. He’d gotten there early since they were expecting their first delivery from a new craft brew distributor he’d found.
He should be tired, yet he wasn’t. He was energized even though he’d barely slept at all after he left Chloe last night. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Why had he waited so long to find out just how perfect she fit in his arms? Jesse knew why, of course, but he wasn’t going to think about that right now. Last night he finally made the decision to go after what he really wanted. His only hope was that it would all work out in the end.
The perfect morning became even more perfect when Chloe arrived. She sauntered in, tying on her apron, with Linnea following along right behind her. Her glossy waves, the colors of spice—cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves, were piled on top of her head in a messy knot. She made it look effortless, but he knew her well enough to know she’d made every effort to artfully arrange every strand. She didn’t cover her face in a ton of makeup like a lot of girls did, but what she did wear was flawless. Chloe always looked so put-together. Always so beautiful.