Cherry Popper (The Reckless Series Book 1) (3 page)

B
en shifts
and my ass instantly leaves his embrace to be dumped on the bed, the sheet pulled over my head. “Get the fuck out, Ryan.”

“Whose pussy you eating under there, Westbrook?” He isn’t putting the pieces together. Thanks God for Jack Daniels.

“Don’t worry about it. Get out of here.”

“It’s that chick you picked up from uh … uh … the gym last week.”
Last week?

My heart jumps into my throat as does my stomach.
I feel like I might puke.
I want to get up. Push Ben off of me and run as fast and as far as possible. But I can’t with Ryan standing there. I’m trapped.

“I didn’t pick up any girl at the gym. That was Brantley and Drake, you jackass. You’re still drunk. Get out of my room.”

Ryan laughs and I recognize the sound as his drunken chuckle. “Oh yeah. That was them.” Them? As in they picked up the same girl at the same time?

“I bet you wish it were you. Brantley said both of her nipples and her clit were pierced. He said he never ate out a girl with a pussy piercing before.” I normally wouldn’t want to hear something like that from my brother but I welcome it in this case since the TMI clears Ben.

The mattress shifts as Ben leaves the bed. “OUT! Now, motherfucker!”

“Okay, but tell your girl under there to keep down that screaming shit. My little sister is asleep in the room across the hall, in case you forgot.”

Please don’t go across the hall.

“Sure thing, Ryan, but don’t wake Emma. She’s fine in your room. It’s still early so go back to sleep on the couch downstairs. We’ll be quiet.”

I hear the door close, the lock pop, and then feel the dip in the bed beside me. “He’s gone.”

I pull the sheet off my head and see Ben lying on his back with his arm over his face, covering his eyes. “Fuck, Em. That was close.
Too close.
” His voice is trembling.

“It’s okay. He didn’t realize it was me.”

He takes his arm from his face and looks at me. “I don’t have a clue how he got in here. I got up during the night and locked the door so that wouldn’t happen.”

I immediately know the explanation. “I didn’t lock it when I came back from the bathroom. I’m sorry. I thought he’d be passed out till lunch.”

He grabs my forearm, pulls me down, and wraps his arms tightly around me. “It’s okay, baby. But we’re sort of screwed with Ryan now.”

We’re really not. Why is he unable to see that? “It’s fine. He didn’t know it’s me in here.”

“True, but he thinks I’m in here eating somebody else’s pussy. Come on, Em. Think about that for a minute. Do you really think he’ll go along with us announcing we’re in love a week after he thinks he walked in on something like that?”

Ben just said we’re in love. Not dating. Not seeing each other. Not having a fling.

In. Love.

I forget all the complications our relationship creates and only focus on those two words. “You said we’re in love.”

“Yeah. I did.”

He rolls us so we’re lying on our sides, facing one another. “I am so fucking in love with you, Em.”

“I’m in love with you too. I always have been. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you with all my heart. Even when I was six and you wouldn’t let me in the boys-only fort.”

“We were always up to no good. I kept you out to protect you. Exactly like I’m going to do now.” I don’t like the sound of that—just like I didn’t when I was six.

He rises to sit and releases a big sigh. “You can’t stay. You have to go to Ryan’s bed before he gets up again. He won’t still be drunk next time and we won’t get off so lucky.”

Logic tells me he is right but the thoughts of leaving him after we’ve just experienced this revelation together feels wrong.

I sit behind him, wrap my legs around his waist and press my face to his back. “We just admitted we’re in love with each other. The last thing I want to do is leave you.”

He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the top. “Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind because my thoughts are so unreasonable when it comes to you.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Pulsating in my face. Thumping in my ears. “Unreasonable could mean a lot of different things.”

“Em, I want to tell you to stay with me instead of moving to campus. I want to tell you my place is big enough for both of us. I want to tell you to marry me and let me put a baby inside you.”

My breath hitches and he kisses my hand again.

“Trust me when I say I know how irrational I sound. You’re so young and there’s so much you haven’t done yet. But you could still do anything you want…but with me.”

“What about college?” I’m already enrolled but I have no idea how I’m supposed to leave Ben in eight weeks and live nearly a hundred miles away. It’s like we’re swapping places. He’s finally back in Lynchburg after six years and now I’m the one leaving for college.

“I make good money, Em, and my parents gave me what was left over in my college savings. It’s a good start. I can take care of you if you want to go to college. But I also wouldn’t be disappointed if you told me you wanted to stay home and raise our babies.”

Our babies.
I think my ovaries just exploded.

I move to face Ben, straddling him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Let’s do both. Get married and put a baby inside me. Not necessarily in that order.”

He cradles my face. “Are you serious, Em? You want that with me?”

“Yes.” I rise on my knees and position his cock at my entrance. “Put a baby inside me right now.”

Ben smiles and shakes his head. “Not right now. I want our first time to be uninterrupted and very special. Not ruined because your brother bursts into the room to kill me.” He tucks my hair behind my ears just like he used to do when I was little. “And you need to be eighteen so it’s legal.”

“Next week then? As planned?”

“Yeah. It’s a date.”

T
oday is
my Em’s birthday. She’s finally eighteen. Despite two-dozen attempts to convince me into taking her, she’s still a virgin. But not for much longer.

I’m popping her cherry tonight.

Seven. Fucking. Days. My dick has been stone almost the entire week in anticipation of finally getting inside my sweet virgin girl. But she’s going to be worth every minute of the wait—and the blue balls.
I know it’s gonna be so fucking good. So tight. And so very right.

I’ve seen Em every day but not the way I wanted. Not
naked
. Not
in my bed beneath me
. Not
with me between her legs
.

Ryan, Brantley, and Drake have made it impossible to be alone with her this week. Those fuckers just wouldn’t go away. They were hanging at my apartment every night drinking beer and shooting the shit. They’re stuck in the college mindset.

I’m not. I have bigger and better things consuming my thoughts.

There’s no doubt in my mind. Em is already mine but tonight is going to solidify it. Bind us forever.
Especially if we make a baby.

It’s. Fucking. Reckless.

And I don’t care.

Dave and Monica Briggs are going to be furious with me, especially if Em is pregnant when we get married, but I know they’ll get over it. However, things could go very badly with Ryan. He may contemplate killing me. If he doesn’t, Brantley and Drake might. They think of Em like a baby sister, same as I once did until I saw her for what she really is—a sexy-as-fuck woman who’s going to be my wife and mother of my children.

I always felt a special bond with Em. I knew she felt it too, but I never knew what to label it. I called it a sibling-like love in my head because I was afraid to give it any other name. I always knew others would consider it wrong to share that kind of relationship with a girl so much younger than me. But she’s an adult now and nothing is standing in the way of our being together.

I meet Em at the door when she arrives. She’s wearing a white sundress, all innocent and sexy-like. Very fitting for a virgin who’s coming to get her cherry popped.

My eyes meet hers and my dick spasms with need to be inside her. She’s just that fucking hot. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“Thank you.” She places her palm against my face and smiles. “Someone has gone without shaving for a few days.”

“Because you said you loved the way my stubble felt when I was eating you. I thought some scruff might be even better.” I rub my hand over my chin to test how it feels. “I can shave it off if you want.”

She pinches my mouth so my lips pucker out and she kisses them. “Don’t you dare,” she growls.
Fuck, that growly voice does something to me.

I pull her into my arms to place a kiss on the top of her head and notice a bag hanging on her shoulder. “Whatcha got there?”

She wags her brows and those dimples I’ve always loved and once teased her about make an appearance. “It’s my birthday, but you’re the one getting a surprise.”

“Well, maybe you’re getting a surprise too.” I can’t wait to see her face when she opens her gift.

“I’m spending the night.”

Fuck, yeah. “How did you pull that one off with Dave and Monica?” No way she told them she was staying with me.

There’s her I’ve-been-up-to-no-good smile. That grin makes my dick twitch every time I see it.
“All lies and schemes.”

I bet she told her parents she’s staying at a friend’s house, which is likely to backfire. And then we’re probably exposed. But I don’t care; it won’t matter after tonight. “Do I even want to know?”

She grins as she shakes her head. “It’s probably best you don’t.”

“Is that my surprise? That you’re staying over tonight?”

“It’s
one
of your surprises.” I don’t hate the sound of that.

“More than one, huh? Very interesting.”

“There are lots of interesting things to come. And then I hope there are just things that
cum
.”

“I’m certain there will be two things that
cum
.”

Em licks her lips and rubs them together before she drops her bag on the floor and propels herself into my arms.
I guess we’re not waiting around to do this.
I suck her bottom lip and release it with an audible pop before moving my mouth over hers. Our tongues fall into a rhythmic wave, a seductive swirl of soft, wet velvet.

I don’t know how I had the strength to control myself with her these last three months. In this moment, I’m powerless to stop devouring her.

The rhythm of our kiss is no longer slow, sweet, and smooth. It’s sensual, seductive, and sexual.

I drag my mouth along her jawline toward her ear, leaving kisses in its path. She squirms when I kiss the sensitive spot below her earlobe. “God, Em, I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it another minute.”

A rush of guilt forces me to get myself in check when I hear the words I just said to her.
Em’s never done this. I can’t lose control or I risk hurting her.

She pulls back and grabs my face as if sensing the regret and forces me to look down at her. “I want this, Ben. More than I want to breathe.” She grins as she repeats the words I told her a week ago.

“I love you so much, Em.”

“I love you, too, B.”

I bend down to grab her bag, and then her hand. “There’s no going back after we do this. It’s done. You’re mine forever.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” And I have the ring to prove it.

This is it. This is right. And this is happening.

M
y heart is about
to pound out of my chest. I can feel every beat of my pulse in every part of my body.

Why am I so nervous? We almost did this last week. I don’t remember being this out of sorts. “Can I have a minute to get ready?”

Ben nods as he attempts to suppress the smile trying to spread. He’s unsuccessful. “Yeah, babe. You know where to find me when you’re ready.”

I kiss him quickly. “Be right back.”

I close the bathroom door and breathe in deeply as I look at myself in the mirror and release the air from my lungs slowly. I repeat the process a few more times as if it will help me gather my courage.
Calm down, Emma. It’s sex. For fuck’s sake, Ben’s already eaten you out once. That much won’t be new.

I bend my head to the right and then left to crack my neck. “Come on, girlie. Let’s do this.”

I take off my clothes and slip into the black satin baby doll gown I bought for tonight. The fabric feels exquisite against my skin and my nipples instantly harden.

I flip my head over, run my fingers through my hair at the roots, and fluff it a little before flipping my head up again.
Whoa. Head rush.

I smooth the few unruly tresses and think about how hot it would be if Ben fisted my hair and pulled it while he fucks me.
Maybe I should tell him it’s all right if he wants to. I think I’d like it.

My skin is tingling as I imagine his hands on me, worshipping my body.
I need him.

Now.

One last look in the mirror, and I’m ready after an upward adjustment of my boobs in my baby doll gown.
He’s all yours. Go get him, girl.

“Em.” Ben is standing by the bed wearing only his hugely tented boxer briefs. He looks like he wants to say something but is at a loss of words.

I run my hands down the front of my gown. “Do you like it?”

“Fuck, yeah. Love it.” He comes closer and circles me, inspecting me from every angle. “You’re so sexy.”

He places his hands on my hips and slowly glides them around to dig his fingers into my bottom. A roguish grin spreads across his face when he pulls my cheeks apart. “Not tonight, because you’re not ready, but I’m going to fuck your ass. Soon.”

My breath hitches and my heart speeds. I swallow hard as I consider my answer but nothing comes out of my mouth.

His lips hover over mine, his warm breath teasing me. “Tell me, Em. What do you think about that—my cock in your tight virgin asshole?”

That sounds so dirty. “I want you to do it.” I can tell by his smile that he likes my answer.

“My dick wants both of your virgin holes.” He touches his finger to my bottom lip. “And this too.”

I feel more prepared for a blowjob than anal sex. “Do you want me to suck you now?”

“Not right now. I want to cum inside your pussy our first time, not your throat.” My throat? Not my mouth?
Shit.
I swallow hard when I consider what that means.

Ben cups my ass and lifts me so I’m straddling him with my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed and places me on the mattress before lowering his body to lie on top of me.
I love feeling his weight on me. I love being this close. And we’re about to get even closer.

He slides his hand inside the top of my gown and circles my nipple with his thumb. It’s instantly hard. “Have you ever let a boy touch these?”

“No. I always knew I wanted you to be the one to touch them.”

“That makes me really happy, Em.” He pushes the fabric of my gown down and frees both boobs. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and then gently bites it, sending tingles of pleasure straight to my groin. “I’m your first for everything?”

“Almost.”

His head jerks up to look at me. “What does
almost
mean?” I don’t mistake the jealousy in his voice.

“I’m eighteen. Do you really think I’ve never been kissed?” I was forced to watch Ben date other girls. It hurt. I thought kissing someone else might help me get over whatever it was I was feeling for him. But it didn’t help. I never stopped wanting Ben to be the one I was kissing.
He’s the only one I’ve ever wanted.

“I was hoping these lips were untouched. I want to be your first—and only—for everything.”

“You were my first
real
kiss. And my last.”

“Good answer.”

He cups my breasts from the bottom and pushes them together. He lightly pinches my nipples, sending a chain reaction of tingles directly to my pussy. “These are gorgeous.” I’m getting the distinct impression Ben is a boob and ass man.

His lips claim the side of my neck while his hand navigates its way down my body. His fingers dip down to the front triangle of my panties to rub my mound through the fabric.
It’s not enough. I want more. Need it. Now.

I part my legs wide, giving him full access to my body. It’s an unspoken language.
Touch me any way you like.

My shallow breath is moving in and out of my chest quickly as I anticipate what’s coming next. Fantasize about it.

He pushes a finger down through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. My clit is barely grazed.

Sweet. Torment.

I’m desperate for more so impatiently I move against his fingers. Riding them.

“My girl needs more?” There’s pure delight in his voice.

“Yes.”

He rubs his fingers up and down, every upward stroke hitting my clit. “Feel good?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He changes his technique and rubs me in a circular motion. My back arches off the bed and my legs fall even farther apart. A soft whine slips from my mouth when Ben stops and moves to kneel between my legs.
Why’d he stop? It was getting so good.

He grasps the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs. “I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”

Oh shit. He’s going down.

He presses his lips to my inner thigh and trails kisses up my trembling legs. It’s impossible to stop squirming beneath him. He moves upward and nibbles the skin of my groin, making me involuntarily convulse, before he grabs my thighs and pushes them back and apart.
The lamp is on so there’s soft light in the room. I’m watching his mouth devour me this time.

I move so my upper body is propped on my elbows. His brown eyes meet mine when he places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep.
His eyes on mine while he does this is super hot.

He licks me again. Slow. Soft. So good I want to scream.

“You like that?”

I nod because my vocal cords fail me but I manage to get out an, “Mmm-hmm.”

He changes methods—sucking my clit into his mouth while gliding two fingers inside me, palm side up. I don’t know what he’s touching and rubbing in there but it feels so damn good, I nearly die.
But I can’t die. At least not before I cum. I won’t be able to feel this way if I’m dead.

His hand moves at rapid speed and my body jolts with the first contraction in my pelvis. And then I’m so wet I feel it running out of me. My legs tense, my toes curl. I mean it. My toes fucking curl. It’s a real thing. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride my orgasm to its fullest extent.

Ben comes up licking his lips. “You taste even better when you cum.”

He shoves his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them down. His erection jumps out and points directly at me as if to say,
you’re the one and I’m coming for you, virgin, so get ready
.

Can’t lie. A little bit of panic sets in.

Ben crawls over me, and his body gliding along my satin gown feels so good. He lies against me once we’re face to face, the brunt of his weight supported by his arms pressed into the mattress on each side of my head.

His eyes lock with mine. “Love you, Em.”

“I love you, too.” I place a quick kiss against his mouth and smell myself on his breath. “Now fuck me.”

“Not stopping until we piss off the neighbors.”

I part my legs wide when Ben settles between them. Reaching for his cock, he slides the tip up and down my slick center. He pushes into me slowly, and I pant in and out as I feel the stretching and then the burning sting of my virginal barrier tearing. It’s an odd kind of pleasure-pain.

He plunges all the way inside me and then stops when I grip his back tightly, digging my nails into the skin. It only takes a brief moment for the burning to pass. “I’m OK. Keep going.”

He closes his eyes tightly when he starts moving inside me. “Fuck, Em. You feel so good.”

He pulls back with deliberate leisure and then thrusts with total domination. His pace is slow at first, I think because he’s still afraid of hurting me, but every stroke is deliberate and fierce. “So tight and wet.”

He moves faster and pounds deeper when he lifts my legs to prop them on top of his shoulders. No mercy. “I’m close, Em. I want to cum inside you, but I need to know for sure that’s what you want too.”

“Yes. I want all of it inside me. Every drop.” We’re crazy for doing this.

Ben bites his bottom lip as he thrusts deep one last time. And that’s where he stays—inside me, unmoving except for the kisses he showers over my face.
I think he’s using his cock as a plug to keep his cum inside me.
“I don’t think I’ll get pregnant tonight. My period is due in a few days so the timing isn’t right.”

He kisses the side of my neck and traces his fingertips in circles over my shoulder and upper arm. “Then we’ll consider it practice for when the time is right.”

He pulls out of me slowly. “But stay in bed for a little while, just in case.”

He is serious about this baby-making business. Does he think he has to get me pregnant to keep me? He doesn’t. There’s nothing I want more than to be with him. Having his baby would just be icing on the cake.

“No worries. I’m not leaving this bed anytime soon.”

He looks between my legs and grins. “There’s the proof. Cherry officially popped.” I guess that means there’s blood on the bed. He looks extraordinarily proud for someone who just had his sheets ruined.

He lies beside me and I scoot closer to place my head on his chest.
I can feel his heart pounding hard against my face.
His arms come around me so we’re wrapped like a vine around each other.

“Was it good for you?” I didn’t want our first time to be bad because my virginity forced him to hold back.

“It was awesome, Em. The best.”

“Good. Because I want to do it a lot more tonight. I want you to fuck me in different positions…and pull my hair.”

Ben lifts his head from the pillow to look at me. “What do you know about different positions and pulling hair?”

“I read books and watch movies.”

“Sounds like you’ve been reading and watching porn.”

“Maybe a little.” Ben is twenty-four. As much as I hate it, he’s experienced in the sex department. I’m not. I’ve never done anything with a boy other than kiss, and even that was nothing like the way Ben devours my mouth. As much as he seems to like my inexperience, it means I didn’t know what to do for him. “I wanted to turn you on. And I wanted our first time to be perfect so I did a little bit of research.”

“It was perfect, Em. Don’t ever think you don’t turn me on. I’m reduced to nothing but a horny bastard when I’m around you. Totally addicted. I’ll never get enough of you.”

I know the feeling. “I’ll never get enough of you either.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’ll be together forever.”

I roll to my back when Ben strains to get up. I thought he was getting on top of me for round two, but instead, he opens the drawer on his nightstand and takes out a black velvet box. He snaps open the top to unveil the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen. White gold. A square solitaire in the center surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

“I’ve always known you were special to me even when I didn’t know what or how to label us. But now I know exactly what I want to label us: husband and wife. Marry me, Em.”

“Oh, Ben, it’s gorgeous.” I’m stunned by its beauty. I wasn’t anticipating a proposal tonight, and I sure wasn’t expecting a diamond of this magnitude.

He takes the ring from its box and slides it on the end of my finger. “Your birthday present, baby. But if you say yes, the gift will be all mine.”

No hesitation. “Yes. I want to be Mrs. Ben Westbrook.” I’ve always known I would be one day.

“Emma Westbrook. It sounds good.” He pushes the ring all the way down and I study the way it looks on my hand.

“It doesn’t sound good. It sounds perfect.”