For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love (39 page)

As she deactivated the locking system on a two-door, late model coupe, he whipped his phone out of his pocket. “Give me a number in case you get lost.”

As she settled herself gracefully behind the wheel, she lifted her face up to his. “I know where the Holiday Inn is, dude.”

Smart-assed little girl. “I want your number—
so sue me
.”

She lifted a single brow as she eyed him, but conceded by rattling off ten digits as fast as humanly possible.

As he positioned himself in front of her door so she couldn’t close it, he keyed in those ten numbers and pressed send just to make sure she wasn’t fucking with him.

Her phone began ringing but she made no move to pull it from the tiny bag that hung over her shoulder. Her eyes stared up at him, challenging him. “So it’s all good, yeah? You want to get this moving along now, please?”

What the fuck? She wanted to blow into his life and then take off again that fucking quickly? He felt almost used—but goddamn, if it was all he could get, he’d take it. He reached down and lifted her chin with one finger to let her know he was dead serious about this.
“Follow me.”

She jerked her head away from him and said combatively, “I will.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before shutting her door. He turned and walked to his bike like he didn’t give a shit, but he felt a bolt of heat and nerves track down his spine. Would she follow him? He didn’t like to admit that her disinterest was stressing him somewhat. He wasn’t a perfect guy, shit, he knew that, but she’d started it with him tonight by staring at him like she wanted to suck him off.

As he pulled onto the street, her headlights were behind him.

As he pulled into the hotel parking lot, her headlights were still behind him.

He parked and walked to her car where she climbed out.

The lobby was quiet at this time of night and she hung back while he secured a room. In silence, they went up together. With his hand behind her back, he ushered her into the room, flipping the deadbolt on the door.

It clicked loudly into place, jarring the otherwise silent room. A rush of infinite satisfaction lodging in his throat, he turned to face her. Recognizing the need that was blazing a path straight to his cock, he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d be able to wait.

With dedicated purpose, he took one step forward, almost unable to believe that he was
finally
going to fuck this chick.

*     *     *

Whitney didn’t even
notice the hotel room. As she took a deep breath and turned around, all she was capable of seeing was Ty,
a complete stranger really,
moving toward her with controlled, precise steps that would have him in her personal space within seconds.

Her heart beat loudly in her ears as the seconds passed. She swallowed hard; his hands landed on her shoulders as he pulled her into him. Her chest slammed into his and with a whoosh of air, the oxygen was expelled from her lungs. Her eyes flew to his and she found them staring down at her, the molten heat scorching through her. Hot and brown, his eyes were like dark chocolate she wanted to drown in. She tried to breathe, tried to calm down, tried like hell to quit thinking about dropping to her knees and pressing her face directly into his junk.
She wanted it that much.

He was that hot and her crazy idea of revenge against her ex slipped completely from her mind because all she could focus on was Ty and the hot bulge of his cock as he pressed his hips against her.

How many times had she thought about him? How many times had she wondered where he was and who he was with? How many times had she fantasized about him when she’d been with her ex?

None of that shit mattered anymore. Today was now and guess what? She was finally going to find out if Tyler Copeland was worth all the time she’d wasted thinking about him.

*     *     *

Thank fuck he’d
jacked off in the shower tonight. If he hadn’t, he’d never be able to get a climax out of the girl before he popped off. Just the feel of his hands curving over her shoulders was causing a drop of pre-cum to squeeze out against his will. Shit, it was going to be good. He’d always known that it would be—
if he could just catch her for a bit.

Well, he had her now and his body was going on automatic pilot—his dick in full control of his actions. His fingers tightened over her creamy skin, his thumbs rubbing against her collarbones.

He held her eyes as his hands slid closer to her neck, his thumbs coming together to press lightly against her windpipe.

Her eyes flared and then slipped closed, her eyelashes fluttering in agitation. Lust hit him hard, gripping him by the throat and making his own eyes shut. He leaned in and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the scent that lingered around her before pushing his tongue inside.

Yeah, he wanted to push inside, wanted to push inside every way that he possibly could. It was almost as if his dream was coming true—even if it was just a wet dream from his fantasies. But still, his cock was as hard as a rock and if he was going to make it without embarrassing himself by spilling it before it was time, then he needed to make her come and damn soon. Sure, there had been times in the past when he couldn’t have cared less if he made a woman come—but this wasn’t one of those times.

It was imperative that she come first—it
had
to happen—it was that damn important to him. Unable to control his actions, he hands slid down and he gripped her at the waist and then he lifted her off her feet and spun her around, dropping her to the foot of the bed.

She began to shimmy up the mattress and away from him, but he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back. “Where you going, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, her gaze locked with his, her lips opening a bit as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. It was enough to make his abs tighten as the same magnetic force that always seemed to linger around her threatened to mesmerize him and pull him in.

He locked his free hand around her other ankle and pushed her legs up and apart. He tried to hold her eyes but the allure was too compelling; he dropped his gaze to the magic between her thighs.

Panties.
Fuck.
But just as a hit of aggravation almost made an appearance it quickly went away as he felt an arrow of ease. Panties were easy to lose; he was glad she was wearing them. He didn’t know why—but he was glad.

But nevertheless, it was time to deal with them before he lost all patience and tore them away. She didn’t need to know he had damn near zero control where she was concerned.

Taking a stabilizing breath, he eased his hands up her silky legs, up her thighs and to her hips where he fisted the material of her boy-briefs in his hands and grabbed hold. His eyes found hers again and a shot of electricity radiated from her body into his. She bit her lip and took a gulp of air; he responded by ripping her underwear down and off before tossing them aside.

She froze and his eyes dropped to her throat. He could see the telltale pulse in her neck; he swallowed hard and then dropped his eyes farther down.

Jesus.
He took another gulp of oxygen as he fastened his hands around her ankles again, trying to stop his fingers from pinching into her but knowing he wasn’t succeeding.

Pussy perfection glimmered back at him. Seriously, pussy-fucking-perfection. She was smooth—completely free of hair and her mound was gloriously hot. She looked tight—her lips so sweet and closed that he could see only a hint of the soft pink hole he’d been lusting after for years.

As he looked down, he maneuvered her knees apart another couple of inches—he needed the visual, dammit. Her feminine lips opened wider, the provocative pink hole opening just that much. His guts clenched, his heart rate accelerated and a ferocious feeling of rabid intent gripped him by the throat as a primal need to mate with her and her alone became his sole goal.

He dropped to his knees and put his hands on her, his fingers stretching her inner lips apart. He felt her make a reflexive jerk and he growled a low warning noise in the back of his throat before he lost it completely and smothered his face in her pussy.

*     *     *

Whitney almost came
off the bed when Ty’s fingers bit into the flesh of her inner thighs. When he swiped his tongue down and then up again, her heart almost stopped beating. She felt herself cream with moisture—not that she needed more moisture. She was already so wet she could feel it dripping down, soaking her.

Her tummy muscles clenched as her hips lifted into his mouth.
Shit.
Tyler Copeland was sucking her off.
Fuck yes
. She’d wanted this forever—every damn time she’d seen him around town. She closed her eyes and sank her fingers into his hair. His hair was dark, almost coal black. It smelled so good and was soft and silky and having her fingers in his short locks wasn’t doing a thing to slow things down.

It wouldn’t take long. One thing she loved more than giving head was getting it. And this was something that she would remember for the rest of her life.
If only she could have it forever
. Her hips lifted again, a stroke of lightning rushing her insides as he continued to tongue her. She whimpered and he growled in response, his finger coming to her center where he teased for just long enough to make her moan and beg. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he hissed out.

When she didn’t answer, because she was incapable, he teased his finger around her again before moving it to her clit and demanding, “What? Tell me what you want.”

“Put it in,” she found herself begging.

But she didn’t have to beg; he conformed to her wishes immediately, his finger coming back to her center and sinking inside, all the way past the tight restrictiveness of her inner muscles.

Her muscles clamped around him. The feeling was ecstasy, pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“You like that, baby?” he growled, his voice so deep and low she almost came, right then and there.

“Yes,” she panted, as another wave of heat rolled through her.

He made an impatient, fevered sound and then she felt his teeth on her clit. She pumped her hips and he began pumping his finger—and it was sheer bliss.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips started moving faster. It was heaven—
he
was heaven. She’d always known he would be.

He started growling as his teeth continued to scrape against her. Whitney felt a hot rush of anticipation and then a kaleidoscope of colors exploded in her head. “Ty—I’m coming,” she heard herself wail.

His shoulders seemed to grow wider, his strokes stronger. “Damn right you are, baby.”

His tone, his touch, his arrogance pushed her over the edge.

Stars cascaded around her as she felt the wire snap. Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,
fuck yeah
.

Fucking Tyler Copeland was sheer bliss and already, she was afraid she might never want it to end.

*     *     *

The sound of
Whitney coming damn near did him in. Tyler gritted his teeth and continued to push his finger inside, wanting her to experience a feeling she’d never be able to get from anybody other than him.

Why did he have that thought? It didn’t matter—he didn’t care. He was too far gone to care. He just needed to come.

He needed to come like he’d never needed it before. Not just the need for an orgasm, he felt the need to drench her with his seed—but he knew he couldn’t.

She was just coming down from her high and he couldn’t wait another second. He disengaged as gently as possible, and while she was lying back with a dazed look, he tore off his boots and clothes in seconds and rolled a condom on. The condom irritated the shit out of him when using one had never bothered him before—something else he refused to think about.

She was pink in the face watching him, and a hot bolt of need radiated from his cock to his balls and then back again. He climbed on top, putting one knee on the bed and then the other.

He had a full-on erection, and she’d been staring at it until his face was over hers and prevented her from taking another peek down. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” he couldn’t keep from asking. She looked blind-sided and damn if it didn’t make him feel good.

“Yeah,” she mumbled in a rush.

He couldn’t stop the smile that twisted his lips. Something about this chick made him happy—and horny—always had.

He wrapped his hand around her jawline and lifted her face to stare down into her eyes. “You ready?”

Her chin lifted just that much and he took it as consent. Lodging his knees between her thighs, her pushed her legs apart and mounted her. He brought the head of his cock to her softness and held it there, pushing inside just that much. Tension wrapped around his heart when she moaned and sucked in a breath.

“You okay?” Jesus. She had to be okay. He’d go fucking ballistic if he had to stop.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, her hands coming to his shoulders and her legs wrapping around his hips.

Thank fuck, that was exactly the answer he needed. He slammed his lips onto hers and kissed her long and hard, and then he sank inside with one clean stroke.

Her body arched under his, whether from pain or pleasure, he didn’t know. “You okay?” he forced himself to stall and ask again.

“Yeah,” she answered, holding still underneath him.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He began thrusting, stroking inside and out repetitively, taking on a motion that had her joining him within seconds.

He’d wanted to fuck her for so long, the anticipation almost killing him. But it had been worth the wait. She was perfection personified and he ate it up now, stroking in and out with a rhythm that had him riveted. Fuck. It was good. She smelled sweet—smelled like something he wanted to feast on for a lifetime.

She began moving with him in perfect tandem and the air around them electrified. The smell of sex began to permeate the room, his sweat blending with hers. Fire smoldered down his spine as the need to come became paramount.

He tried to hold out, tried to make her come again but he couldn’t wait—it was beyond his control. He lifted up onto his hands and looked down between them, his cock pushing in and out, glistening with her juices.