For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love (4 page)

I had to have her.

As soon as I thought the words, any semblance of control I’d had went out the window and my cock went stone hard.

Images of her and me, naked, slick with sweat, and rolling around in the sheets flashed through my mind. I couldn’t stop them.

“James, are you listening to me?” Avery’s voice prickled through the air.

Not wanting to be distracted, I nodded and kept my eyes on the gorgeous woman across from me. The woman who was now standing up, taking another guy’s hand, and heading toward the dance floor. The same guy she’d walked in with.

What the fuck?
Where had he come from? He wasn’t there a minute ago.

I practically drooled when she walked past me and I caught an up-close glimpse of what she was wearing—a knee-length tighter-than-hell black skirt and some kind of matching slinky top that showed off her taut stomach and beautiful tits. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She might have been walking with another guy, but her gaze never left me. It was like there was an electric current traveling between us and I knew what I had to do—claim her.

Make her mine for the night.

Standing, I didn’t bother to tell anyone what I was doing. I didn’t want to waste time.

“James,” Avery called, annoyance clear in her tone.

Ignoring her, I headed toward the dance floor. I have to say, in all the years I’d been coming here, I’d never stepped foot on it. Dancing wasn’t my thing.

Tonight, anything she was doing would be my thing.

The throng of people seemed to eat her up and I lost her in the sea of bump and grind. The DJ had put on a seductive mix of current songs, clips and pieces that when spliced together sounded really dirty. And it seemed everyone loved it that way. The crowd surged around me, bouncing, wiggling, moving to the beat. Individuals. Couples. Triples. They all moved. Clusters joined together and broke apart in unison. The entire club had gone feral. They weren’t dancing—they were fucking with their clothes on.

I was game for that.

Instinct jabbed at my gut and I kept moving toward the center. The closer I got, the more people there were. Heat and sweat and laughter surrounded me. Women moved in front of me, pressing their bodies close to mine, trying to get me to move to their beat. So very much unlike me, I ignored them all. Not even a smile formed on my face nor did a short flirtation escape my throat. I had to find her.

My blood surged through my veins when I spotted that mess of red hair bouncing. That body moving. Those hips rocking. As if she could sense my stare, she looked my way. Damn, she was beautiful. I was hit with full-on attraction. Instant lust.

Step by step, I made my way toward her. The dude that had led her to the pits of hell was in his own world, as if he just liked to move. There was a decent distance between the two of them so whatever they were, it was far from intimate, or I told myself that was the case anyway.

Normally, I wouldn’t be such an ass, or maybe I would—who the fuck knew, I’d never been in a situation like this. But without a second thought, I tapped the guy on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled at me.

Smiled. At. Me.

Yeah, he was definitely who Theo was smiling at earlier.
Not interested, buddy.
I bobbed my chin toward the gorgeous vision in front of him. “Mind if I cut in?”

I almost laughed at myself. I’d never used words like that before.

He started to dance a circle around me. “Sure, man, no problem,” he yelled over the music.

My eyes darted to hers and my body moved closer. “Lindsay, nice to meet you.”

She swallowed me whole with just a glance, and I swear I could see her pulse throbbing in her neck. “How do you know my name?”

“How could I not? You’re the most gorgeous girl in this place.”

Those feline eyes assessed me but I couldn’t read her.

Okay, that might have sounded a little cheesy. I reeled it back. “My friend knew who you were.”

She nodded.

“Dance with me.”

She nodded again, and this time she smiled.

There was no hesitation in my movements. The music was loud. Seductive. Oozed sex. Sin. I didn’t try to talk over it. Instead, I followed its lead. I put my knee between her thighs and placed my hands on her hips.

Grinding, moving, bodies swaying, we danced to the distinctive beat.

Heat seemed to pool around us.

Sparks started to fly.

After a while, the music changed to something slightly slower, even more sensual if that was possible, but we didn’t stop whatever this was we were doing. Instead, if anything, the slower beat amped up the insane attraction between us.

Bodies all around us pressed together, the dance floor seeming to become even more packed. It was one giant orgy and I was right in the middle of it—with this girl I couldn’t keep my eyes or my hands off of.

I fucking loved it.

Colors pulsed in time to the music and little by little I moved even closer, until there was no space left between us.

My cock pressed against her lower belly and I knew the moment she felt it.

We weren’t exactly fucking with our clothes on, but what we were doing was pretty close.

As if she was thinking the very same thing, and it turned her on as much as it did me, her pink tongue flicked out to lick her lips.

Lost in the moment, in the beat, in her eyes, I slammed my mouth to hers. I had to taste her. To caress her tongue with mine.

Her ignited response fueled my fire and I slid one hand from her hip to her ass and splayed my fingers across it, stroking upward to find the smooth bare skin of her back.

Her lips parted under my mouth’s assault and I pulled back to look at her. I could see her pulse quicken and I couldn’t stop what I was doing.

I needed this girl to come apart under my touch more than I needed air to breathe right now. I surveyed my surroundings. The crowd surrounded us and no one cared about anyone but him or herself. I took this opportunity to push the limits.

With my hand I caressed down her ass and then back up again, moving her body in a way that silently told her I had no doubt that we’d be fucking tonight.

She blinked, and her eyes lit up at the same time she smiled at me.

That was the moment everything became just the two of us.

Her fingers went to the scruff behind my head. I’d never wanted my hair to grow back faster than in this moment. Never wished the bar fight I’d recently been in hadn’t caused me to fall, resulting in stitches on my scalp that required me to have to have my head shaved, until right this minute because oh, how I wanted to feel her fingers tugging at my hair, demanding I give her more.

But there was nothing to worry about, she told me in another way. She tossed her head back, exposing the smooth expanse of that long neck. Offering herself to me.

Without hesitation, I bent to run my lips along her bare skin. She tasted so sweet, I wanted to lick every inch of her. It was then that I pulled her to my body again, and she came more than willingly.

Those hips of hers began to move, slowly, torturously, against my body, forward and back. She was teasing me. I never let anyone tease me, but I let her.

My other hand slid from her hip upward over her bare midriff right to that gorgeous tit I couldn’t wait to suck on. I thumbed her through the fabric of her top and felt her nipple form the most perfect point.

The moan that escaped her throat was such a turn-on.

At this point we were no longer dancing. It was more like pressing, touching, fondling.

I’m sure she could see the adoration in my eyes; I didn’t try to hide it. She was gorgeous, sexy as hell, and I wanted to worship her from head to toe.

The words spilled from my lips and into her ear before I could stop them. “I want to watch you come.”

I wasn’t asking. I was warning her. I was going to make her come right here in this sea of lust, and if she didn’t want me to, this was her warning to walk away.

She didn’t.

An urgency I couldn’t understand came over me and I slid my hand inside her tight-fitting but stretchy skirt and just as quickly, I found her sex.

Teeth bit at my ear.

Fuck, this girl was the devil.

With one hand still on her ass, holding her close, I pressed the heel of my other hand against her clit and felt her warmth.

The crowd was now moving us. Jam-packed and lost in it, no one was the wiser when my fingers moved to push inside the lacy edge of her panties.

Finding smooth, bare skin, so warm, so luscious, that when I dipped my finger inside her folds, I thought I might come on the spot.

I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

Electricity sparked and her body jerked when I circled my finger right around her opening. “Do you feel that?” I whispered in her ear. “Imagine what it’s going to feel like with my cock buried deep inside you.”

A moan of pure pleasure tore from her throat and she pulled my body to hers. “I want you,” she whispered back in my ear.

Oh, she didn’t have to worry about that.

I kept my hand where it was, going no farther than caressing my fingers over every inch of her spectacular pussy.

I wanted more, so much more. Yet, right now, oddly enough, dragging her pleasure out was somehow satisfactory. Sure, I wanted my dick inside her, pounding, banging, screaming for release. And I knew I could take her in the bathroom and do just that. I’d done it a million times before with other chicks. But I didn’t want that. Not with her.

When her eyes grew heavy lidded, I knew she was ready for more.

I slid a finger inside her. “So wet,” I murmured.

Her hands were at the base of my skull and she slid them down to my shoulders. Her fingers pressed my skin—hard. Just the way I liked it.

Every stroke I made, her grip tightened. Small stroke after small stroke, I circled her tight nub. Her reaction was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Breathless and arching, she buried her head in my neck and begged, “Please.”

“James, call me James,” I commanded.

“James, please,” she breathed.

My smug smile couldn’t be contained. I liked it when a girl begged. More than liked it—I loved it. Sadistic, masochistic, or whatever you want to call it, I thrived off women getting off from my touch because I could bring them pleasure, and it was all under my control.

So unlike me, I didn’t make her wait for what she wanted. I gave it to her right then. Circled faster, pressed harder, plunged my fingers deeper inside her.

She shattered in my hold. With her body trembling, I pulled her to me and held her. I didn’t even know this woman and yet I felt this odd need to take care of her, to feel her body heat against mine and make sure she knew the warmth was one of comfort and want. So much want. When her breathing had calmed, I placed my hands on her face and pulled back to look at her.

Gorgeous.

So fucking gorgeous.

I looked up. We were under those damn wings and I thought,
She’s not a devil, she’s an angel.

Pleasure covered her face and I felt oddly satisfied.

It wasn’t until her hands caressed down my back and landed on my ass that I thought I might have a problem waiting for more. “What do you say we—” Before I could finish my sentence, a tap on my shoulder had my neck twisting in annoyance.

It was Avery. “Come on. It’s time to go,” she shouted.

I shook my head. “Go on without me.”

“No way.” She scowled, and with a tug of my arm she had me moving.

“Follow me,” I told Lindsay and quickly grabbed her hand.

Avery was determined and didn’t stop until we reached the booth.

“What the fuck?” I said to her.

She gathered her things. “The limo is out front. Everyone is already inside. We have to hurry—the jet is fueled and ready for takeoff.” Her eyes slid to Lindsay’s.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

I swore Avery stomped her foot. “Don’t you ever listen? Vegas, James. We’re going to Vegas.”

“For how long?” I had to ask, because I had a family obligation on Sunday that my mother would cut my balls off if I missed.

Still annoyed that I hadn’t paid attention during her announcement, she answered, “Just for the night. We’ll head back tomorrow afternoon.”

My gaze slid toward the girl whose hand I held in mine.

Lindsay smiled at me and for a minute my world stopped.

That’s when I practically begged, “Come with me.”

The Mile High Club

Lindsay Mills

I
t wasn’t the
craziest thing I’d ever done.

Or maybe it was.

Still, for better or worse, I was on a very luxurious private jet headed to Las Vegas for a night of fun with a man I’d just met. But I mean, come on, who wouldn’t have jumped at an opportunity like this. And with the most gorgeous, handsome man you’d ever seen.

For the past three hours we’d been sitting across from each other in the midsection of the jet, talking like we’d known each other our whole lives. There were a few lounging sections scattered around the jet and some other couples had occupied them. Our seats were isolated from the crowd, who were mostly congregating toward the front around the bar and TV area. My chair was large and comfortable and with my shoes kicked off, my legs beneath me, I felt so at ease that I’d nearly forgotten I was in midair. Sipping on my wine, I couldn’t help but stare at the man seated with his leg crossed over his knee, casual, comfortable, yet so powerful. There was another word that kept popping into my mind—
beautiful
. He was just so beautiful. It was in his eyes, the way they practically twinkled with each word that passed through his lips.

His fingers curled around the crystal of his whiskey glass. “Tell me more,” he demanded.

Everything about him screamed domination. If he were any other man I would have run, far and fast.

I’d grown up with a mother who had habitually allowed domineering men into our lives. The way they would look at her like she was nothing more than a beautiful plaything for their pleasure used to make me sick. The telltale sign was always in their eyes—eyes that bled greed, hunger, self-satisfaction. Each boyfriend would use her up until he was finished with her and then toss her aside. Sometimes it was within mere weeks, sometimes months, and on one occasion it was years. But the end was always the same. They’d leave us, and it had become my job to pick up the pieces that were left of my mother and somehow glue them back together.