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Pike pulled back, his hand tangling in my hair and tugging my head back. My chest was heaving and my spine felt like it had turned to liquid. I could still feel him hard against my thigh and I ground against it instinctively. Fuck, he felt so big, I wanted him inside of me.
“Come with me, pretty thing,” he murmured, and he led me back through the trees, out the other side, down the field to where his lovingly restored Pontiac Firebird was parked just a short bit away from the other cars.
I could remember watching as Pike and Morgan worked on the car together, fixing her up until they were satisfied with how she ran, happy with every curve and piece of her.
Pike unlocked the car and opened the back door for me. I slid in, giggling, feeling giddy and reckless. I turned around immediately to pull him in, spreading my legs so that Pike settled between them as he crawled in after me.
His mouth sealed over mine again almost immediately. “How did a sweet thing like you not get snapped up before, hmm?” he asked.
“I was waiting for you,” I replied, far too honest, revealing too much of myself. I didn’t want to come on too strong or overwhelm him.
But Pike just hummed, pleased, and then kissed me some more, gradually settling more and more of his weight on me until he was pleasantly covering me, making me feel blanketed, anchored, safe.
Well, safe and also incredibly turned on. I moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips against mine, his cock rubbing right up against my clit. The pressure and the texture of the fabric was so hot, I felt like I was melting, sparks flying up my spine. I gasped into his mouth, making desperate oh, oh, oh noises as I hooked my leg around his and began to rut against him mindlessly.
“Oh yeah, look at you, you’re so eager.” Pike moved back, away from me, and I grabbed at him, frustrated that I could no longer get that delicious pressure against my clit or his mouth on mine.
Pike chuckled and then spread my legs open. “Oh, no, I’m going to have fun getting you ready,” he promised, slowly, tantalizingly pushing my dress up.
I felt dizzy with desire, with how good I felt and how much more I wanted. I felt greedy, almost. I’d touched myself, of course. I learned how my body worked. But it was so much more when it was with someone else, when it wasn’t just my own hand and my fantasies.
Pike stroked his fingers slowly up the inside of my thighs, teasing me, and I felt a fresh rush of slick heat slide out of me. “I can smell you,” he admitted, sounding drunk—but not like he’d had too much alcohol. More like he was unbearably turned on.
I’d done that, I realized with a wave of pride. I’d made him like this.
Then Pike began to kiss up my thighs, towards my aching pussy, and my eyes just about rolled back into my head as I realized what he was doing.
I’d never even thought about the possibility of him eating me out. I’d thought about it occasionally while touching myself, sure, but in a… “we’ll get to it at some point” kind of way, not for our first time. But here he was, licking up my slick and setting his tongue to my folds, and I—oh—oh, oh, oh—
All thought melted away as I bucked my hips up against his tongue, babbling. “S-so—oh God, oh, oh, Pike, oh my God, Pike, s-so good, oh my fucking God, oh, yes, yes, yes—” White hot pleasure like I’d never known shot through me and I practically screamed as my body vibrated with orgasm.
Oh holy shit. I had never—that was—my brain felt like all circuits were absolutely fried. It was all I could do to lie there, gasping, and try to remember how to breathe.
Pike was breathing heavily, staring at me, and it took me a moment to realize that he wasn’t just staring at me like I was hot. At least, not anymore. There was a dawning awareness in his eyes.
“Billie,” he said, “fuck, I can’t believe—”
I knew he was going to say something about Morgan, and what a bad idea this was, and how I was too young, or some combination of all three. I shook my head and yanked at him until we were at eye level again, his body warm and solid over mine.
“I don’t care about any of it,” I told him. “I want you. I want you to be my first time. Please, Pike.”
“When the fuck did you grow up?” he murmured, sounding torn between admiration and hesitation.
“While you weren’t looking, obviously,” I shot back. “Please, Pike, I want it to be you. I want you to fuck me. Be my first.”
