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I looked at the clock, panting, my arousal a living entity in me. It was midnight. I didn’t know what he meant at first, and then realized I was now … legal.
But honestly, I didn’t care. I had been ready to give him my virginity for so long.
“Cannon. I’m so ready,” I finally said, speaking the words that had been locked inside of me for so long.
He closed his eyes, his expression looking as if he were almost pained. And when he opened them and looked at me again, I swore my heart stopped.
“I’ve dreamed about what you’d feel like, how wet and hot you’d be for me, how you’d tell me this is what you’ve wanted for as long as I’ve wanted it.”
I licked my lips and nodded, because honestly that was all I could do right now.
He leaned in an inch and the warm, alcohol scent of his breath moved along my lips. I felt myself grow wetter.
“I’ve pictured how your sweet little pussy would feel like on my cock, what your tits would feel like in my mouth.”
God, yes.
“For years, Stella, fucking years I’ve wanted you.” We breathed hard and heavy, and then he was kissing me, spearing his tongue in my mouth, seeming to touch very part of me with just that kiss.
I was ready. So ready for this.
He didn’t have to say anything as I broke the kiss and started to remove my shirt. He leaned back to give me more room, and I lifted the material up and over my head. Tossing the shirt aside, I watched as Cannon lowered his gaze down to my breasts.
“The bra,” he said harshly. “Take off the fucking bra.” The deep-seated need came through him like a slam to my body.
My heart was racing. I reached behind me, unsnapped the bra, and before I slipped the straps down my shoulders, Cannon was taking it off my body and throwing it to the ground. He stared at my breasts for long seconds, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling almost viciously.
“You’re so perfect, Stella.” He slowly lifted his eyes from my chest and looked in my face. “You’re so damn pretty.”
We didn’t speak for several long seconds and I wondered if he was having second thoughts, maybe realizing that we were friends, the best of friends, but nothing more. But this desire was uncontrollable, consuming. Lust could make anyone do just about anything. Was this that moment? Was the alcohol and his arousal making his judgment clouded?
Maybe if I was smarter, I’d put a stop to this, tell him that this would ruin our relationship. The logical part of my brain snapped to attention, and even though I loved this boy so much, was in love with him, giving my body to him might very well cost me everything.
As if he read my mind, he slowly shook his head and leaned closer, our mouths just inches apart.
“This isn’t a mistake,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear. “Being with you will never be a mistake.”
I licked my lips and nodded, because that’s truly how I felt, too.
“I want this, Stella, and I know you do too.” He slowly lowered his eyes back to my chest. I felt my nipples bead under his gaze, chills popping out along my flesh. “Do you want this, like really want this, baby?”
“Yes,” I said instantly.
Before I knew what was happening, Cannon had his mouth latched onto one of my nipples and he sucked furiously. I found myself lifting my hands and spearing them into his hair as if they had a mind of their own.
I grabbed chunks of the strands and pulled him closer. But he broke the kiss. I groaned out in disappointment.
“I knew you’d feel like this, knew you’d taste like this, Stella.” His words were muffled against my chest, the warm wetness from his mouth sending delicious shockwaves through me.
Cannon went back to sucking on me then, sweeping his tongue along my nipple, the stinging nip of his teeth almost my undoing. I was so desperate for him. I let the pleasure wash through me, my hands still in his hair, pulling him closer, needing his mouth on every single inch of me.
And when he scraped his teeth along my turgid flesh, I cried out in pleasure.
“Shhh, baby,” he said softly, although there was a hint of a groan mixed in there. The pleasure/pain combination was going to be my undoing. “Come on, Stella. Come for me. Let me feel you let go.”
And just like that I did what he said. I climaxed, hard. I heard a low, mewling noise and realized it came from me.
Cannon grunted and sucked harder on me, alternating between my breasts and prolonging my orgasm. I ground myself against him while I peaked, needing to have Cannon wring every last drop of pleasure from me.
