Just Give In

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Copyright© 2015
Jenika
Snow

 
ISBN: 978-1-77233-479-1

Cover Artist: Jay
Aheer

Editor:
Karyn
White

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DEDICATION

For those that have lost something, and didn't know how much they’d miss
it until it was gone.

JUST GIVE IN

Jenika
Snow

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

The
music was so loud, so intense, that as Lena Port danced, let herself get lost
in it,
she
felt lightheaded. Hell, maybe it was the
shots she’d had in the car on the way to the club? Being only eighteen meant
she couldn’t drink legally at clubs and bars, but she knew how to party.

She
opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and saw Rory
Jaymes
, the love of her damn life, the one boy that she
wanted to marry one day, and the guy that had been her first everything … well,
almost everything. Tonight she’d rectify the fact she was still a virgin, and
it was something she hadn’t told Rory yet. She wanted it to be a surprise, to
be something special, even if she allowed herself to get good and buzzed.

Tonight
was one of the nights the club in their city let underage kids stay past the
ten o’clock time frame. It was something they allowed once a month. So, when
that came about they all piled into their cars, headed over to the club, and
drank enough alcohol before they got to the club, that they could be good and drunk
while partying.

It
was Friday night, and the underground room they were currently in
beat
, pulsed, and was alive with the bodies gyrating,
dancing, and all but fucking each other on the main floor. Lena was by herself,
although several girls from her school she’d come up with were nearby, grinding
on their boyfriends, or hell, strangers even.

The
music that played meshed seamlessly together, going from one song to the other.
Not one moment of silence filled the place. Lena started moving her hips to the
beat of the song, stared at Rory, and felt her arousal grow.

The
lighting was low, and the flashing, neon spotlights made the entire atmosphere
more sexually charged. Hell, Lena felt more sexually aware of what she wanted
with Rory because of the atmosphere. She’d known him since she was just fifteen
years old. Being with him for the last three years, doing all but actual sex
that entire time, had been hard for her, and she knew hard for him, too. But
despite Rory’s imposing size, the fact he was taller than the majority of the
guys at school, bigger, and far more muscular, he was so gentle and
understanding with her.

That’s
why she loved him more than anything else.

But
it wasn’t just that he took care of her and never pressured her into anything
she wasn’t ready for. She also loved him so much because he didn’t have love in
his life at home. She couldn’t could how many times she’d called him, or even
gone over to his house to hear his drunken father yelling at him, belittling
Rory with hurtful, disgusting names. She hated Rory’s father, wished things
were different for Rory, but she also knew that they were seniors now, and that
he’d be able to finally leave all of that behind.

She’d
be by his side, as well.

Rory
was moving back toward her now, this aroused gleam i
n his
eyes, which only made her hotter. He was right in front of her only moments
later, his knee between her thighs, the friction and pressure of that limb
causing her pussy to become wetter. They may not have actually had sex yet, but
oral, touching, hell, almost everything else was open to experience. God, did
she like it when Rory touched her.

She’d
just wanted to wait to lose her virginity until she was older, until she really
knew what she was doing. She’d always known Rory was the one that she’d lose it
to, and that time had come now.

Lena
was hot, and not just temperature wise. Her nipples poked through her tank top,
her thong wet from her desire for the guy right in front of her. He smelled
good, crisp, clean, but spicy from the cologne he wore. Sweat beaded between
her breasts, and when she saw Rory look down her shirt, clearly able to see her
cleavage and the droplets of perspiration that lined between them, she felt her
pussy clench tightly.

She
wore a skirt, a short one that showed off her legs. But she was only showing
off for Rory, only tempting
him
.

Rory
leaned in, slid his fingertips slowly over her lower back, the part that was
exposed as she lifted her arms above her head and danced for him, grinding her
body against his. He applied more pressure with his knee right up against her
panty covered pussy, applied pressure to her lower back with his hand, pulling
her harder toward him, and moved his mouth to her ear.

“Damn,
Lena, I want to take you to my truck, drive us out in the middle of nowhere, so
that no one can bother us, and eat your pussy out until you come all over my
face.”

“You
keep talking like that and I’m tempted to go into one of the bathrooms and suck
your cock.” Yeah, they both had dirty mouths, but then again she was kind of
drunk, and feeling extra aroused since she planned on being with Rory tonight
in all ways.

“God,
baby,” he groaned. “I could come in my fucking jeans right now from the way you
talk.”

She
rested her forehead on his chest, breathed in the scent of him, and continued
to grind herself on his hard body. Before she knew what was happening Rory was
moving them backward, but she didn’t fight it, didn’t try to stop it. When she
felt a wall greet her back only seconds later she stared up at him. He’d moved
them to the corner of the club, people all around them, so close she smelled
their sweat, heard their harsh breathing.

For
a moment he didn’t say anything, just used his body to press hers to the wall,
kept her there to let her feel his hard cock. She was wet. God, she was so wet
that her panties felt uncomfortable. There had been so many times they’d almost
gone all the way, so many times she’d been on the verge of begging him to take
her virginity. The thing was he’d always stopped, and not because he didn’t want
to, she knew that.

Rory
was a virgin, too.

Having
been together since they were only fifteen, there hadn’t been a moment she’d
ever wanted anyone else. He’d come from a home that was broken. He could have
allowed himself to fall into the wrong crowd, get hooked on drugs and alcohol
like his father, and gorge himself on the girls that would gladly spread their
legs for him. But he was smart, such a good guy, and he’d always been faithful
to her.

She
was the only one that knew he’d never had sex, but just by looking at him no
one would ever guess. He was big and muscular, even had some tattoos on his
arms that made him look extra badass, and everyone knew they didn’t mess with
him … or her for that matter. Maybe he looked like he’d be a man-whore, but that
didn’t mean he fit the mold.

No,
Rory
Jaymes
was a breed all to himself, and God, did
she love him because of it.

“Seeing
all these fuckers stare at you pisses me off. But I feel lucky you’re with me,
that you’re my girl.” He pulled her impossibly closer to him. “I want you so
damn badly, baby. My cock feels like it’ll rip right through my jeans. It’s
starting to make me feel like I am going to bust a nut like some kind of
amateur.” He cupped her ass, gave one cheek a squeeze, and groaned again. “And
this fucking outfit you’re wearing … makes me want to punch a motherfucker out
for even looking at you.”

She
moved her hands up his thickly corded and muscular arms until she curled her
fingers into his t-shirt covered shoulders. She’d known wearing something so
revealing would probably toy with Rory’s already razor-edged possessive and
territorial urges toward her. But she loved that about him, loved that he only
had eyes for her, and if any other guy tried to mess with her he showed them
what was up.

Lena
felt his erection pressing against her belly, wrapped her arms around his neck,
and rose on her toes to press her lips lightly against his. They kissed for
several seconds, his tongue moving along hers, and his cock a hard, steel rod
between their bodies.

“I’m
here with you, Rory.” She pressed her pussy down on his leg a little harder
until she gasped from the pleasure that shot through her body. “You’re the only
one that makes me this wet.” She took his hand and pushed it lower, not caring
that they were in the middle of the club. She guided his finger under her skirt
so he could feel how wet her panties were. “See, that’s all because of
you
, Rory,” she said against his lips.
He groaned, and lifted his leg a little higher, a little harder.

“I
want to lick your pussy tonight, baby,” he said in a low, deep voice. “I want
to run my tongue all over your cunt, and lick that sweet cream from you until
you beg me to stop.”

God,
he had a filthy mouth, but she loved it.

She
pressed her lips to his fully, and he instantly deepened the kiss. He tasted
sweet and spicy, like cinnamon. He wasn’t drinking tonight because he was
driving her back home. At least one of them was thinking clearly and
levelheaded, and being responsible enough to be smart about things.

“How
about getting me a glass of water?” She leaned back and smiled up at him.
Knowing that so many people surrounded them didn’t deter her from slipping her
hand between their bodies, curling her fingers around his rock hard erection
that pressed against his jeans, and saying in a low voice, “Tonight I want to
be the night, Rory. Tonight I want you to take my virginity. I want us to be
together for the first time.”

His
body went solid, his muscles like stone. He cupped the side of her face after
several seconds, leaned down to kiss her softly, and then said against her
mouth, “We don’t have to rush anything.”

She
chuckled against his mouth. “We’ve been together for three years, Rory. I don’t
think this is rushing,” she said on a breath. She rubbed her open palm on his cock
again, the damn thing straining against the jeans.

“Fuck,
Lena. I’ll come in my jeans before I even leave the club.” He moved his lips to
her neck, ran his tongue along her throat, over her pulse under her ear, and
she heard him groan softly.

“If
you don’t stop I might lose the little control I actually have right now, and I
don’t think I want to lose my virginity in this club,” she chuckled, teasing
him.

He
groaned again. “You’re right, and I’m not about to do that to my girl.” He
licked her throat again. “Even your fucking sweat tastes sweet, baby.”

That
had her grinning and leaning up to give him a little peck on his lips. He
groaned, pulled back, and stared down at her.

She
lifted her arms above her head, her shirt rising up slowly, exposing her midriff
more. Rory moved back from her, eyed her up and down, and made her feel like
she was nude for him.

She
moved back toward the dance floor and slowly started moving to the music. Lena
started dancing just for Rory despite people surrounding them. His cock was
hard, and she could see it pushing against his pants. He watched her with
heavy-lidded eyes and this fierce expression on his face.

The
music washed through her, and the heat and alcohol made her feel even more
lightheaded. She watched as he moved through the people, pushing away the ones
that weren’t smart enough to get out of his way. He might only be eighteen, but
he was built like a linebacker.

The
bar was only about ten feet from where she stood, and once Rory was at the
counter he glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a wink. That one act
had her pussy clenching.

Lena
closed her eyes and continued to dance. She got lost in the feeling of swaying
to the music, of her anticipation and excitement over what she was going to do
with Rory tonight, and let herself get higher because of it. The heat in the
club was intense, and she started to feel sweat line her spine.

It
seemed like minutes passed as she danced. And then the feeling of hands moving
around her waist from behind, of warm breath sliding along her neck, and of a
very hard cock digging into her back, had her smiling. Rory was insatiable, and
she loved him more because of it.

“I
swear you’ll be the death of me,” she said, but knew he wouldn’t be able to
hear her because of the music in the room. She pressed back against his crotch,
and felt him move his hands up toward her breasts. But it was the scent of
liquor on his breath, the way she was being touched, that had her opening her
eyes, knowing instantly this wasn’t Rory behind her. He hadn’t been drinking
all night, and she’d know how it felt when Rory touched her.

“Don’t
stop grinding that sweet ass on me, girl.”

Lena
turned in his arms and pushed him away instantly. He stumbled backward a few
steps, clearly taken back by her sudden movements, and he didn’t look pleased
by the fact either.

When
he moved toward her again she scented the pungent aroma of stale cigarettes and
sweat come from him. “Come on. Don’t be like that, sweet thang,” he slurred out
and grinned. His teeth were slightly yellow, probably from the smoking, and he
had a very pronounced gap between his front teeth.