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The plan is to go to sleep, but I can’t seem to get my body to follow along. I’m all about strict planning and executing it without hesitation. So, why can’t I get my body and mind to do what I tell it to?
It’s all Asher’s fault.
Memories I want to remain buried come surging to the surface. Memories of Asher and I, and the first time we slept together…
Asher and I lie around idly after Madi, Knox, Jaxson, and Kylie left the Treehouse for the evening.
Asher sits up, lifting his head off my lap when the loud rumble of thunder cuts through the quiet summer afternoon.
We decide to make our way home before the rain catches us, but it’s too late, and the sudden downpour catches us just two houses past Mrs. Kendall's. Not wanting to continue in the full-on deluge, we turn back to wait out the rain inside the Treehouse instead.
“I’m soaked,” I complain, standing in the middle of the Treehouse.
Asher wiggles his eyebrows at me and grins. “If only.”
It takes me a second to understand the dirty double meaning and I laugh. “Asshole.”
He laughs mockingly at my attempt to curse.“Damn, Dragonfly, your foul mouth is kind of hot.”
I pick up a blanket off the floor and hand it to him to dry off, but he uses it to pat me dry instead.
“I gave it to you, idiot,” I say, slapping his hand away. “You just want to touch my boobs.”
He grins. “Well, you have nice boobs, and the cold does make your nipples poke out.”
I cover myself with my hands. “You pervert! Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugs and pulls at my hands. “Come on, it's not like I haven't seen your tits before.”
“Yeah, but it's not the same,” I tell him, batting at his hands.
He sneaks his hands under the bottom of my tank top, brushing his fingers over the plane of my stomach, up over my ribs, but stops when he reaches my lacey-bra-clad breasts.
I remove my hands slowly, allowing him access. He grazes his thumbs over my hard nipples, and dips his head to lick at the raindrops on my exposed shoulders.
“Hmmm. I don’t know babe, but your dirty talk just does something to me,” he says, pulling me to stand between his legs while he sits on the lounge chair.
“Me?” I raise a brow. “Stop making fun of me while you’re the real dirty fucker here.”
Asher’s mouth falls open. I don’t normally curse so it's a surprise to him, but right now I'm feeling naughty, and he is just lucky enough to bear witness.
I pull my tank top over my head and drop the wet clothes to the ground, then follow with my shorts.
“Sam, what are you doing?” he asks, nervously looking out the Treehouse window toward Mrs. Kendall’s house.
I pick up the blanket he dropped and drape it over my shoulders, letting the excess fall behind me to hide my back. I pull him down to sit on the floor and straddle his outstretched legs.
Leaning forward, my chest to his, I whisper into his ear, “No one can see us now and I want to be bad. Are you going to be bad with me?”
Asher gulps and nods.
With what's happening with my family, my dad’s cheating on my mother and all, I need to let go and forget. Besides, Asher has had my heart for as long as I can remember, and there is no one else I would rather take this step with.
The very few times we’ve been intimate, have mostly been hot kisses, fevered touches, and a dry hump here and there. Every time we touch, it’s harder and harder for me to draw back, and I know it must be hell on Asher being sexually frustrated, but he never pushes me.
I didn’t plan on our first time being like this. We’re both seniors and eighteen, and I’ve been taking the pill for weeks now, just waiting for the right time for us to take our relationship further, but there hasn’t been a right time yet. I’m not sure what I have been waiting for, but I've never felt this bold, and I don’t know if I'll ever be again, so I'm going to enjoy every minute of this.
I reach between us and unbutton the waist of his jeans before unzipping his fly. I pull out his hardening dick, stroking it once then twice before shuffling down and pulling him into my mouth, sucking once before licking him from base to tip.
