Flirt: Bad Boy Romance (16 page)

We just stared at each other, and there was something brewing between us, I could tell, and I thought she could feel it too. I averted my gaze to try to break it. “Come to say good night?” I asked, trying to be sarcastic to change the mood.

April rolled her eyes. “Can I come in?” she asked.

I stepped aside with a flourish, holding the door open for her and swinging out my arm. After she entered, I closed the door.

She stood there, in the moonlight from my window. She was still a little fresh from crying, but she looked determined and full of quiet, self-righteous anger in her big sweater and pajama short. Always the pajamas shorts. She shouldn’t look pretty, or beautiful, but she did. Somehow, she always did.

She didn’t say anything. Maybe she lost her nerve, so I talked first. “You were at the party, weren’t you?”

April stared out the window, her body stiffening.

“I thought you weren’t going to go.”

She shrugged.

“That it wasn’t your scene, that your friends wouldn’t be there.”

“It wasn’t my scene.”

“So why did you go?”

“Not sure.”

These short answers were driving me nuts. “How did you get there?”

“A friend gave me a ride.”

“Which friend?” I couldn’t remember everything from that night, but I was pretty sure none of her friends had been there.

“No one you know.”

I grimaced. “Did you see me there?”

She hesitated, and when I moved between her and the window, she backed away and avoided eye contact. I continued walking toward her until she was backed up against a wall.

“What about Adam? Did you see him there?”

She didn’t say anything.

“April. Look at me.”

After a moment, she looked up, and it suddenly hit me like a blow to the gut. I remembered those eyes looking up at me another night. I was floored even more so when I remembered kissing her and how fucking amazing it had been.

“You were the girl,” I said. Holy Hell! She was the incredible girl I’d made out with, the one I couldn’t stop thinking about. No wonder I had been able to picture kissing her so clearly—we
had
kissed! Then my elation died, and I felt sick to my stomach. “You saw me and Lizzy, didn’t you?”

April grimaced and looked away again. “It…it was none of my business.”

Fury filled me. I was infuriated, with her and myself.

Unable to stop myself, I couldn’t help lecturing her, even though I had no right to do so. “You shouldn’t have come. Like I told you not to. I was on my worst behavior that night because I was so stressed and pissed off. No excuse, but…I regret doing what I did.”

Still not looking at me, she asked quietly, “Even kissing me?”

“Of course,” I exploded.

April looked like her heart was breaking. Her eyes were so big, and she bit her lower lip. She was wringing her hands, and I just wanted to pull her to me and hug her, hold her, rub her back, make her feel happy, if I could.

“Let me explain,” I offered. She didn’t respond, so I added, “I would much rather kiss you sober.”

The corners of her lips curled upward, and she looked up at me from beneath her lowered eyelashes.

“That was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” I continued.

“Y-yes. Was it obvious?”

I grinned devilishly. “Yes. And I loved it.”

There was barely any space between us. She smelled too good. I knew if she didn’t walk out now, I wasn’t going to be able to help myself.

“April, you should go.” But I didn’t move to give her space to leave.

“No.” She stared me straight in the eye.

“April…”

“No. I’m not. I won’t go. Why don’t you kiss me?”

Oh, we’re in trouble.
“I mean, when you put it that way. Let me make it up to you. I’m a much better kisser sober.”

Our mouths collided, and now that we were both sober, it was twice as electric. I could tell she was inexperienced, but it just made it even hotter. I’d dreamed of her, of her nervous, clingy hands on me, her mouth tasting everything for the first time.

And it was a thousand times better in real life.

We made out for several minutes until April was moaning, writhing against the wall. If she was trying to be quiet, she wasn’t doing a good job of it. Loved that she was a screamer. Loved that I could make her moan.

I started lavishing her neck with kisses. It was only getting more and more intense, and soon, she was clawing at my shirt and my fingers were toying with the hem of hers. Breathing heavy, I broke away long enough to look into her eyes.

April cleared her throat. “What if I told you…” she asked, her voice shaking, “…I didn’t want to go to the purity ball a virgin?”

I shut my eyes as my erection went so stiff it hurt. Slowly, I smirked. For a split second, I thought I might love her.

“I’d tell you that’s reckless and stupid and I love it.”

April giggled, and I kissed her again.

“You know this doesn’t mean we’re together,” I added, “and it’s not something you can take back.”

But her eyes were clear, and I could tell she was determined. “Yup. No strings.”

“Perfect.”

All bets were off.

As if a switch had been flipped inside of me, I now kissed her with wild abandon, tearing off her sweater and reaching up the back of her shirt to undo her clasp with one hand.

It was late, and as long as we were quiet, I could take my sweet time with her, and I planned on it.

I unwrapped her slowly, like a Christmas present, and acquainted myself with every bit of skin I could touch and caress. Inhaling, I could smell her wetness.

“Have you ever put your fingers inside of yourself?” I asked, whispering into her ear.

She nodded against me.

“While thinking of me?”

April nodded again.

I was going to die if I didn’t fuck her good.

My fingers slid between her legs, and I inserted a finger. April gasped. She was tight around my finger, but she was so aroused and slick that I was able to add another one. As I fingered her, she started to moan, grabbing my shoulders, and rolling her hips in time to my movements.

She was nearly undone in front of me. She was ready.

“I…I want you,” she said just above a whisper.

“Oh, I know you do.”

I took my fingers out of her and grabbed a condom from my wallet. She watched as I unrolled it onto myself.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded.

I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. With ease, I carried her over to my bed. While the idea of having her right there against the wall was appealing, I figured the bed would be a better place for her first time.

And when I saw her there, on my bed, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, I knew I had made the right choice.

Somehow I managed to slide into her inch by inch, slow and easy, giving her the chance to tell me if it hurt. She didn’t, and gradually I was hilt deep. “Are you all right?” I asked through gritted teeth. It was torture to not ram in and out of her. Man, she was so tight and perfect, and it felt incredible to be inside of her.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered.

“You sure?”

“I promise. It doesn’t hurt. It just…it just feels huge. Just…just give me a second to adjust.”

I nodded, even though giving her time was so hard, almost asking too much.

When she nodded, I slid back out and started over again, inching my way back inside of her. I did a third time and a fourth, and when she didn’t complain, on the fifth time starting to move her hips, I started to pound into her.

“Yes,” she moaned loudly.

I smiled wickedly. “Keep quiet, April.”

She just rolled her head from side to side.

In and out, I thrusted deep, stretching her pussy out. She moaned again, long and loud. “Wes…”

“Keep quiet,” I repeated, still smiling, “Unless you
want
everyone in this house to know who’s fucking your pussy this good. Is it me, Miss Morrison?”

Nothing in the world had ever compared to this. April was so responsive, and it was incredible. Every time I kissed her, she gave me more of herself. Every time I squeezed her boobs, she’d wiggle beneath me. Whenever I pinched her nipples, she’d moan. Whenever I sucked on her neck, she’d run her fingers up and down my back, giving me shivers in all the right places.

I was pounding into her faster now, trying to bring on our orgasms, and her moaning was growing even louder, so loud I had to cover her mouth with a hand.

But she sucked on my thumb instead.

God, she was killing me! The hard sucking sensation shot straight to my cock.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I leaned way down so my pelvis was grinding against her clit, and after a dozen short, hard thrusts, I felt her heat up.

“April, I want you to come for me, like you always wanted to,” I growled.

Instantly, she did, her walls closing around my cock, massaging it, and April nearly screamed into my saliva-covered palm. The milking sensation was too much for me, and I came immediately with her, pumping shot after shot of my seed into her.

I came so hard I was dizzy. I never felt like this before. It was better than any high I ever had, better than any buzz. For a moment, I lay down with her and admired how gorgeous she looked—she was a fucking mess, literally, with messy hair, glazed-over eyes, swollen pink lips shining with saliva, sweaty skin covered in my strategically placed hickeys, and bruises from my grip.

Without thinking, I kissed her once more, and it was tender and proud and sweet. She sighed against my lips.

The gesture was too intimate, and it broke whatever spell had come over me. I pulled away, trying to calm my thoughts, and cleaned myself up.

“You should probably get cleaned up too,” I said, using my shirt to wipe up the mess after I remove the condom.

April nodded, looking a little dazed. She dressed herself.

When she walked over to the door, I had to say something. “Be gentle,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” she said with the biggest smile I’d ever seen. She opened the door, and just like that, she was gone.

I thought I might regret this, but right now, in this moment, I couldn’t regret it. Not yet.

April

I thought I’d wake up in the morning feeling different, feeling hollow, empty, defiled. Instead, I felt warm and full and alive, just like I did during and after. With a smile, the one I still wore ever since I sneaked out of Wes’s room last night, I stretched, and I loved how sore I felt all over my body and especially down there.

Even at school, Wes and I seemed to get along like we’d known each other since we were kids. It just felt natural…and it felt right.

How could something so sinful and wrong feel so good and right?

But it couldn’t happen again. Just a one-time deal. That was all.

But it haunted me. In my dreams. In my thoughts. I would constantly touch my lips and remember how it felt to kiss him, for him to suck on my lips, how his lips and tongue felt against my naked skin. It felt as if there was a part of him inside of me, or maybe I had given him a part of me, even though I felt while and not at all like I was missing a part of me. No, I felt more. More alive. More whole.

And I wanted even more.

***

During the week, Mom took me dress shopping for the ball. It made me feel very wicked to know I’d be going to the purity ball without my virginity intact, but that was exactly what I had wanted, and I was still glad I had given it away. Did it make me feel better that I had given it to Wes over Adam? That was something I didn’t bother to dwell on. One, I already knew the answer, and two, since it wouldn’t happen again, I didn’t need to worry about that.

My mom was looking over the racks and pushing aside the ones that were too low cut or had too high of a slit. Her frown made lines appear around her mouth and eyes, aging her.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked as I looked through dress on the next rack over.

“Nothing, dear,” she said distractedly. “No, not this one,” she muttered.

“You seem sad.”

“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”

I wasn’t buying it. She was sad and bothered about something, and it upset me that she wasn’t telling me what or why. Whistling softly, I pulled out a red dress. It screamed too much
no longer a virgin
so I put it back.

“You know,” Mom said conversationally, “you seem to be in a very good mood.”

“Oh.” I laughed nervously and turned my back to her. “It’s just nice to spend time with you.” I glanced over my shoulder. She was staring at me curiously. When I smiled at her, she waited a moment before smiling back.

***

Friday night, the night before Dad and I would leave for the ball, I sneaked out of my room and over to Wes’s, this time wearing my new evening gown. It was a deep purple that contrasted nicely with the blue of my eyes with a modest neckline and jewels encrusted on the bodice. It had a full skirt that reached down to the floor. I looked like a cartoon princess in it.

I knocked softly on the door. He didn’t open it, and I went to knock it open when the door swung wide open. Wes didn’t say anything. He just looked at me from head to toe, slowly, lazily, and then he looked back up at my face. I shivered with delight at the expression on his face—he looked ready to devour me.

Feeling bold, I brushed past him into his room. Once I heard him close his door, I turned around to face him. “Would you like to help me christen the dress before I go?” I asked, my voice not trembling.

I wanted this. I wanted him.

“I’d be more than happy to,” he said in his low voice in a tone that made me weak in the knees.

This time, he pulled my skirts up around my waist.

“Stand still,” he directed, and I was so willing to listen to him. “Hold this,” he added, handing me the skirt.

I did and closed my eyes, trembling with anticipation. What was he going to do? He’d made my first time special, lavishing me and my body with kisses and caresses, and inside, something wonderful had built and built until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Of course I’d masturbated until I orgasmed before, but it had been so different with him, so much better, just amazing.

I opened my eyes to see Wes getting onto his knees. He ran his tongue along my pussy. It drove me wild, but when he went back and forth between ravishing my clit and stuffing his tongue inside of me, I could hardly stand it.

“It feels so…” I couldn’t even think of the words to say to describe it. I was too lost in the sensation, in the full of his mouth, his tongue, his lips.

Back and forth, he lavished me attention on my clit or along my folds or inside of me, and I could only last for so long until my body erupted with waves of pleasure. I held onto his shoulders to prevent myself from falling down.

Wearing a cocky grin, Wes stood, but there was a darkness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He patted me on the head like I was a child. “You are a good girl, and you tasted exceptional, but it is far past your bedtime.”

Dazed, I walked past him to the door, and he lightly spanked me.

“Oh!” I gasped. Each time he touched me, a thrill vibrated throughout my body. My body hummed when he was nearby. I reacted to his every touch, his every word.

I returned to my room, changed out of the gown, and flopped onto my bed, mostly naked. My heart swelled up. I liked him so much, I knew I did, but I wasn’t going to think about graduation yet. All I wanted to do was to enjoy the time that we had together.

The heartbreak could come later. I had to take what I could get while I still could.