Pain and pleasure hit me at once. My eyes close tightly as he inches deeper.
“Want me to stop?”
“No. Keep going,” I whisper.
He thrusts slowly, deeper each time, until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Nico,” I cry out.
“It’s okay, Serenity. Dig your nails in.”
I do as he says, gripping his shoulders as he slams into me with a full, powerful thrust.
“Nico,” I shout at the top of my lungs.
His slick body moves over mine, strokes quickening. The pleasure builds sharp and fast.
“Yes,” I moan, barely able to hold on.
My body trembles as he circles my clit with two fingers while pounding into me mercilessly. I come hard, breathless and undone.
He keeps going until his rhythm falters. “Serenity, you feel so fucking good.”
His face twists with pleasure before he kisses me, body jerking as he releases inside me.
Breathing hard, he pulls out. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch his tight ass as he strolls into the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth and presses it between my thighs.
“That feels good,” I whisper.
“I know you’re sore. I’ll run you a bath.”
“How do you know to do that?”
“My mom told my brother and me, if we ever take a girl’s virginity, run her a warm bath.”
“Will you join me?”
He reaches for my hand. “Yeah.”
We spent the rest of the day together. Ate good food. Played video games. And I fucked him again.
It was a perfect day.
When we got back to school Monday, my boyfriend went on a mission—sniffing around like a bloodhound, trying to figure out which guys had been to my house since I moved to town. He was out for blood, convinced someone ate my pussy. He assumed I meant some guy or guys got down on their knees and pleased me.
What really happened? I sucked a couple of guys’ dicks back in tenth grade. Nico’s not going to like hearing that, but at least no one has to die.
He had this image of me in his head. His sweet, untouched girl. It’s obvious he doesn’t want anyone else laying a finger on me. It’s like he wants to be the only one who ever has me.
And I’m not sure how I feel about that right now.
It’s nice we’re from the same world. But who says I want to marry a guy from my world? Maybe this distance I keep, this hesitation, it’s my way of protecting my heart. He does the most romantic gestures, but I can’t let him pull me all the way in. I still have my guard up.
I can’t stop the smile that plays at my lips. I had sex with the guy I used to fantasize about. Nico Pitucco. My crush. My first.
Scanning the packed lunchroom, I search for the rest of the cheer squad.
