Reunited (The Love You Left Behind #1) (4 page)

Jay

              I can’t even begin to describe the way Cassandra Erickson tastes.

It’s like sunshine. It’s like light. It’s a clean, delicious sensation that feels less like just kissing and more like something else. Like something I’ve been craving for years without ever actually getting a fix of.

As I open my mouth against hers, her body becomes pliant and I take advantage of the opportunity to shift her from the velvet chair she’s been sitting in to Peter’s parents California King. Slowly, I begin to stroke her tongue with mine. She whimpers.

The sound goes straight to my already-hard cock. Fuck, this girl is like no one I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching before. She’s a whole other class of chick and I am so incredibly relishing the idea of getting her a little dirty tonight.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I whisper against her mouth, giving her soft kisses along her lips and jaw before plunging my tongue back into her mouth. I pull back slightly then to look in her eyes.

“Seriously, Cass. You say stop and I stop.”

She gives me a little smile that translates into a mild wickedness. She leans forward and presses her mouth against mine.

“Go,” she murmurs against my lips.

And that’s when I let go. I’ve been thinking about touching this girl for the last hour. Watching her with David the Douchebag, then seeing how hell-bent she was on taking care of him despite his unwanted advances – there was something incredibly hot about her genuine caring. She isn’t just some girl to fuck on the side while I’m waiting for soccer season to start. This girl’s the definition of relationship material.

And yet as she slides a hand down my back, digging her nails into my skin, I already know that there’s an animal inside of her. Something a little dark is lurking beneath that sunny smile and I have every intention of bringing it out of her tonight.

I reach up for the straps of her halter-top, which are tied at the nape of her neck. I let my lips press along her jaw, then move my mouth to her throat as I begin to untie them.

“Is this okay?” I ask her softly.

Within my chest, I feel my heart pounding, begging in it’s own steady rhythm for her not to stop me. When she nods, I exhale out in a strong gust, then flick my tongue out against the smooth skin beneath her ear. She shudders a bit, then moans. It originates deep in her body, then reaches her mouth with an almost guttural sound. It’s fucking hot and I allow my teeth to nip at her neck, then her shoulder as I loosen the straps and let them fall forward.

              I pull back to take her in. She looks vulnerable and beautiful as shit. She’s too good for me in every way and I fucking know it. It’s what makes this moment all the more potent and all the more necessary. I might never get the chance to touch this girl again.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” I say, meeting her gaze. She shakes her head briefly and her cheeks flush. I reach out to nudge her chin up with one hand and she looks up at me.

“You are,” I say again, then lean forward and press a soft, close-mouthed kiss against her plump lips.

This time, I follow her lead. I wait for her to open her mouth, which she does, and tentatively touch my tongue with hers. The way she kisses me – it’s like every motion matters. It’s like she’s trying to memorize my mouth with hers and I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.

I let my palms travel up to skim over the swells of her breasts, then pull the fabric lower to reveal a flesh-colored strapless bra. Her skin is fair – milky and creamy and as pure as she is. I feel an insatiable urge to bite it or suck on it. To turn it pink with pleasure and the slightest bit of pain.

“God,” she murmurs under her breath. Her hands travel up into my hair. She lets the strands filter through her fingers, then she tugs ever so gently. A visceral, almost involuntary growl escapes my lips and I dive into her mouth with even more vigor.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I say between lush, wet kisses that I could probably get shit-faced on. “And your body is like a fucking miracle.”

Slowly, I reach around and unhook her strapless bra. Her hands immediately fly up to cover herself.

I cock my head, watching her expression. She’s wide-eyed, almost panicked and she presses her forearms against her breasts, clasping her hands together between them.

“Cass?”

She blinks at me and I’m struck with how blue and clear her eyes are. I feel like I can read every expression. Every emotion.

“Has anyone ever seen you naked before?” I ask softly. She looks down at her lap, then back up at me.

“I mean…I’ve changed in front of other people.”

God. This girl is more than just a virgin. She’s un-fucking-touched. My dick is screaming at me to sink inside her and never look back.

“But you’ve never been naked in front of a guy? You’ve never hooked up? Messed around?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’ve been kissed a bunch.”

I lean in and kiss her left hand, then her right.

“Would you let me see you?” I ask her.

At this moment, I genuinely want nothing more than to get my mouth all over her gorgeous body. Starting with the tits that she won’t let me see.

She swallows and I can see the motion working her throat. Slowly, almost painfully so, she begins to drop her arms. She lets her hands trail over the peaks of her breasts, then finally bares them to me. Her eyes are closed when she does it and I use the opportunity to take her all in.

God, she’s a fucking miracle. Ample, round and perfectly proportioned, her nipples already dusky pink and hardened prominently in the center. I don’t even hesitate – immediately, I duck down and capture one berry-like peak in my mouth.

“Oh my god…yes.”

Cass’s head falls back, baring her graceful neck to me. I slide a hand up her thigh and beneath the hem of her skirt, stroking her soft skin with my thumb as I swirl my tongue around her nipple. I press kisses between each breast, then lavish attention on the other one.

The beer buzz I’ve been rocking for a few hours has completely worn off, but it doesn’t matter. I’m intoxicated on every second with this girl’s body so close to me. Her pale belly quivers as I move my hand up to the snap of her denim skirt and pull it apart, then begin to lower the zipper, practically tooth by tooth. I want her to have time to say no. I want her to have time to think it through.

When Cass reaches for my belt buckle, I know we’re on the exact same wavelength.

“You’re sure?” I ask her, pulling back to focus on her eyes. I don’t want her drunk and regretting this later. This may not be my first time, but I’m not taking the virginity of someone who is going to wish it didn’t happen it immediately after.

“Yes,” she says, leaning close to my ear. She captures the lobe in her mouth and lets her teeth scrape across the sensitive skin. She’s ready. She’s willing. And I sure the fuck am able.

Rather than slide her skirt off like I’d intended, I choose to push it up around her waist. She’s wearing tiny lace panties that are hot as hell. I watch her expression closely as I drag a single finger up her damp center. She keens out a moan and digs her nails deep into the comforter, lifting up her pelvis toward me like she’s offering me a gift.

I oblige, sliding my fingers up under the legs of her panties, then slipping them down her thighs. Once I’ve managed to get them all the way off, I gently push her open. She’s spread out before me, almost panting with desire, and I know that I need to make this good for her. It needs to be an experience to remember.

I lean down and press a kiss against her inner thigh, only inches away from her clearly wet pussy. She jumps, her body almost vibrating with trembling need. I can’t help but smile, a secret little thrilled expression, as I move even closer to her core. Slowly, I slide a finger through her wetness.

Cass sucks in a breath and holds it. I watch her, determined to give her what she wants and absolutely nothing more. When she continues to move her body closer to my mouth, practically begging for my lips and teeth and tongue, I finally oblige.

With my thumbs, I spread her pussy open and immediately latch onto her clit with my lips.

“Oh-my-god-shit…unh....”

Cass almost shouts the words and I have to force myself not to laugh out loud or pull my dick out and slam it into her. I try to focus on the task at hand. Slowly, I move my tongue in full circles around her clit, then down and up, flicking the tip now and then just for the pleasure of watching her body jerk.

Seconds later, she does something I don’t expect – she leans up on her elbows to look at me, to watch me as I lick and suck at her wet flesh. Her eyes are flaring with heat and need and I meet that gaze, unabashed as I continue to devour every sweet bit of her. She’s a goddess and I’m fucking blown away by everything that’s happened from the moment our lips met the first time.

“Come here,” she whispers, lifting a hand to motion me to move up on top of her. I push up from my knees and kiss my way up her body until our faces are parallel. She meets my gaze, then reaches for my hard cock. She strokes it within my jeans and I groan with pleasure.

“Can I touch it?” she asks.

I give her a look that I hope says, “do you really need to even ask?” and reach down to pull off my jeans. The boxer briefs I had on underneath are insubstantial  soft cotton and her gentle grip on my dick over top of them almost feels like they aren’t’ there at all.

“Look,” I say to her, forcing myself to concentrate on my words and not her firm, delicious strokes, “I know we don’t know each other that well. I know that this night could be the last high school party we ever attend. I don’t want to do anything that could – ”

“Jay?” Cass’s soft voice cuts through my ramble and I blink at her.

              “Yeah?”

“Please. I want this. Now. With you.”

I inhale sharply and close my eyes. Those words are solidly the best ones I’ve heard in a long time, but I need to be 100% positive we’re talking about the same thing.

“What do you want?” I ask her, staring into the deep blue depths of her eyes. She licks her lips nervously.

“For you to…for us to…make love.”

The color on her cheeks deepens, as though saying it out loud made it all the more real. But for me, those words are a shotgun sounding the starting point. And I’m ready to roll.

“With pleasure, gorgeous. I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

I slide my boxers off my legs and move Cass backwards to lay down. Instinctively, she spreads her legs apart wide enough to accompany my hips between them. I scoot up her body, raining kisses over her tits and neck until we’re nose to nose.

She stares up into my face as if I’m some kind of fucking gift – as if I’m the answer to some question she’s been asking herself. I lower my face slowly, letting my lips barely graze hers, watching as her eyes close and she tips her face up to accept my mouth with hers. For a long moment, I just kiss her, letting my hardening cock press against her soft, wet core.

Once she’s completely pliant – relaxed and ready – I lean down and slide a condom out of my wallet. Cass watches me as I rip the wrapper open with my teeth, then slide it on. She looks so fresh and perfect lying on this bed. It’s going to be a struggle not to sink right into her, not to start fucking with complete abandon the second my cock slides through her wet, ready pussy.

But for the first time, my needs are something other than just getting off – I want to see her enjoy this. I want this to be something she remembers for how great it felt and how much she wanted it. I want the first time she ever has to be the best time she ever has.

              Slowly, I begin to shift forward, to just barely start to enter her as I simultaneously stroke her tongue with mine. I deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth and devouring her as I press into her more. Cass moans into my mouth, her hands coming around to clutch  my shoulders. She slides them down further, digging her nails into my flesh and I can’t help it – I thrust forward with far more vigor than I probably should.

Cass sucks in a startled breath and I feel like an absolute dick. I shift up on my forearms and look at her face. Her eyes are closed and sort of tensed and her lips are red and slightly swollen from my more enthusiastic kisses.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, brushing my lips along her jaw, hoping to distract her from the fact that I just took her virginity in one swift motion.

Cass nods, opening her eyes a bit. Her lashes are thick and her eyes have a dreamy, heavy look. There’s arousal there that is unmistakable. She wants me to keep going. She doesn’t even have to say it.

I draw back, millimeter by millimeter, then slide forward again. Cass’s thighs tighten against my hips and she tips her head back, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

I do it again, then again. She moves her hands over my back and then up into my hair, tugging my face down until our lips meet. In that moment, as she kisses me back with a brand new level of fierceness, I feel completely connected to her in a way I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever felt before.